Chapter 405: You say numerology is true?
[Every time, when I almost forget what a ridiculous and dark universe we live in because of the pleasant life on the Destiny Steel, there are always some people or things that remind me of it. 】
When Perturabo's spirit and body once again wandered the streets of Wandering Harbor admiring the port hive that had become more vibrant, Lamizane looked at those flying in the harbor. Over the heads of wealthy businessmen or nobles who are looking for opportunities and showing off their wealth, cloned human children with wings made of white iron and iron-gray skin of the dead fly around with their anti-gravity devices, or cute and stiff skulls made of metal. They commented like this in their hearts as they leaned close together and made a preset, fuzzy electronic sound that imitated a child's giggle.
【Obviously, depravity is always hidden in some uses that think they are pure. The most common use they were made for was in singing the Psalms and sacred hymns. 】
His Highness Perturabo BC sat in the mech he used to go out and replied. He was standing next to himself in the highest-grade illusion camouflage disguise, pretending to be a highly modified fighter servitor whose technology was not that advanced and whose appearance was not that "regular" - it was a bit of a mouthful, but it was true.
The interior space of his favorite Contemptor Dreadnought is undoubtedly larger and more comfortable for dogs, but if he and Lamizane are to go shopping here, driving the Dreadnought is still a little too ostentatious.
But the problem that bothered someone more was actually the physical size of the Primarch itself.
[...I really wonder sometimes, your dad...]
[Don't mention that word. 】
【...Well, sometimes I really wonder, why did the one sitting on the throne of Terra make all of you heirs so huge in the first place? It must be intentional, but why? 】
They walked along the stairs on the upper floor of the Void Port. The crowds of pilgrims and people who wanted to try their luck as much as possible before going out for adventure made the interior of the Wandering Port full of tourists all the time, everywhere. People, even the sins in the darkness of the lower decks and mezzanines have to retreat due to the indigestible influx of people - it is even said that many of those mutants and criminals have temporarily washed their hands of the golden basin.
Part of the factor is that the public "stationing" of the God Emperor's angels here has given some people a possible shock or the people behind them have become more cautious, making it appear that the order here is much more orderly on the surface; the other part is that The reason is that there are so many people coming here now, so many people at the bottom who are begging for a living can still get by even if they just make a living by begging or working as guides.
This made Lamizane feel a little pleased with the positive changes brought about by their settlement here. On the other hand, if they could completely take over this place, the whole census and love nest would The city appearance and business environment will surely become better through urban sanitation campaigns and the like...
[Maybe he just thinks that big is good, and more is beautiful. ] Perturabo replied coldly.
[I think he is deliberately trying to prevent you from hiding yourself among ordinary people. It is much more difficult for this guy to be lurking than others, with makeup and additional implants. , shell and illusion camouflage. It is easy to change the appearance, but the volume itself is difficult to change... You see, in this kind of density of people, the mismatch between the naked eye feeling and the collision volume will make the camouflage easy to be exposed. 】As he said this, Lamizane ducked sideways to avoid a passerby who was pushed towards him, but in the eyes of others, this man dressed as a businessman inexplicably found himself a few feet away from others. He turned sideways, as if he had a strange mysophobia, was too nervous, or was too arrogant.
[I said it before, you don’t have to be so practical when using these things. Difficulty lurking? And my nineteenth brother who is extremely good at hiding... The hallucination camouflage device can fold and change part of the light and space, so that the user's appearance matches the volume of the space. The body size of the Imperial Guard is also larger, but I But I have never heard of them talking about this collision volume issue when they use the same equipment to carry out various covert operations or the damn blood game - they sometimes even eat and live with mortals. 】【Do you actually know the details of the Blood Game? It turns out that hallucination camouflage can really be so unreasonable...Okay, I will give it a try with such faith. Well, wait a minute, since the technology in this area is so advanced, it involves part of the principle of space, right? Small equipment can achieve this level, but your limitations on space navigation... Is the development of technology so lame? 】
【You will know this naturally if you have seen enough blood games. There are always fools who fail. 】The dog commented without knowing why. [Yes, this is the hellish universe we are in now (Gutella swears). The magical effects of the old night, aliens, heretics and black technology can be seen everywhere. We also have real psychic witchcraft and magic. , but whether it is the so-called "pure" technology or the "heretical" technology, the human race's space navigation and ultra-long-distance instant communication are stuck. 】
【You don’t seem to be in a better mood because of shopping. Alas, you used to like this kind of activity with me... But I remember when you were walking... I don’t like places with too many people, so why did you take the initiative to drag me to roam around the harbor today? 】
【Not for this. ] Perturabo turned the exquisite little clock in his arms in a rather unhappy mood, [The flow of people here is more complicated, and the interweaving of fate lines is more subtle. Let me try to see if I can hit a suitable fate. The knot in the thread makes it work as intended, or at least work. ——I am now beginning to wonder how much of the questionable warp skills Old Skull used to make the original clock were mixed in. He never mentioned the technology he put in. 】
[I thought that with your caution and habits, you thoroughly researched its principles and techniques during the process of making it and demonstrated its safety before using it? 】
The dog snorted in annoyance, and stepped on a Ratling Ratman blocking the road without mercy. The latter narrowly jumped away with the unique agility of their tribe, and shouted loudly Cursed. Lamizane showed an apologetic smile to the other party, and quickly pulled Perturabo forward a few steps.
【This is usually the case! 】Perturabo's heartbeat seemed particularly cold, 【But only if it is not mixed with so many subspaces, multi-layer transition concepts and numerology stuff. 】
【Wait a minute! 】 Lamizane raised his eyebrows in surprise, and at the same time he kindly refused a sales pitch from a girl who came up to him and asked him if he wanted to buy some flowers and candles for pilgrimage. [Does numerology really exist? ! I thought...]
[Why doesn’t it exist? ] Perturabo asked rhetorically.
[I thought it was just Mortarion's imagination...]
[At his level of psychic power, even if it is just a fantasy, it is almost like...] The dog continued to stare at Ba Feng in his arms in annoyance. The clock was moving steadily and steadily. Suddenly, its hands swayed.
Perturabo's pupils tightened.
(End of this chapter)