Chapter 476 He woke up -
Calixis Sector
Wandering Port
The people who were waiting in an orderly manner in the Court of the Dead became commotion: that building now Among the colorful lights of light pollution advertising lights that shine day and night, suddenly the blue-purple part becomes very obvious as the gas leaks and diffuses in the lamp tube. It flickers and dances, crowding out several other colors and eroding other colors. The area of light, but fortunately, the restaurant soon sent a team of maintenance personnel who looked very reliable towards the neon lights.
They are all strong and powerful, wearing heavy ceramic armor, holding a variety of equally heavy and reliable repair tools, and carrying jetpacks that emit blue flame tails on their backs.
After a roar, jetpack jets, clanking bangs, and beautiful fireworks-like displays of various colorful chainsaw cuts, thunder hammer strikes, plasma welding torches, and other things exposed in the sky, the store's The neon billboard - or the "Torch of Saint Pius" quickly returned to its normal and colorful colors, so the people below who watched the repair process with heart-wrenching praise in unison praised the skilled repairmen, and then faced the Holy Restaurant Hymns were sung, and people rushed to bathe in the lights that seemed brighter after repairs.
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“What did you say?! Baby Peppa! Oh! Baby Pepe!”
Lami Zane said in disbelief he yelled, then got up and walked around his seat excitedly.
"You have already contacted Soltarn!!!!"
In a certain waveband that he himself could not see, the picture reflected in Perturabo's eyes was that around Lamizane, there were wave functions, fermions, W and Z bosons, gluons, Photons, the Higgs field, the Higgs particle, etc. are all in a mess, and entropy is increasing and decreasing in an extremely small range. Everything is constantly popping like popcorn on an extraordinary scale. The earth explodes, creates, fuses, reaches a critical point and again creates the ebb and flow of quantum tides and entanglements.
Any mortal who walks in at this moment without knowing it will immediately be immediately wiped out by the "impossible non-existence to be looked at" from their visual organs - yes, not even vision, but the entire vision Organs like they never had them.
Perturabo BC couldn't help but admire his foresight: although this row of boxes were all reinforced, the position where they usually sat was designed by him and Sigismund himself He began to lay more energy-guiding lines and anti-eavesdropping devices - this definitely did not include distrust of other brothers' descendants!
Mainly considering that due to his current body shape, Sigismund can more stably and accurately download the design drawings from the main database of the Iron-Blooded and complete the fine construction here with his hands. For example, Moby Uth defense ring or Klein circle without wasting those extremely rare and precious materials.
This is undoubtedly a more efficient approach, as long as it is not known by other members - Magna and Sigismund are so easy to use, someone in the brain of Perturabo BC Part of him is already thinking that maybe he can modify the two hoops later to release them from the mechanized form that is huge but not suitable for ordinary mortal fortresses and commercial facilities to this smaller size.
If it can't be as small as "Whiterace", the Terminator size is not bad either.
“It’s been so long! We finally contacted a missing person! And Soltarn actually completed what was supposed to happen in Medlengard without me knowing it. What a pity! How could you hide such a big thing from me! Provide more help!”
Although he said it like a complaint, a joyful and bright feeling began to spread out from the restaurant. Not only did Perturabo BC feel it, but even most of the roaming people felt it. The spirit of Hong Kong was lifted.
It’s hard to describe for people who don’t know what this feeling is like, but those who come from planets with relatively normal climates will suddenly feel as if they are walking on the path in their hometown. It is the best season of the year, under the gentle breeze and the sunshine, and in the distance in front of you is a golden farmland full of fruits.
【...Look, I know that once I tell you about this, you will definitely be tempted to find a way to leave. Now that the matter has been basically resolved, there is no need for you to leave here. . 】The border collie frowned his furry eyebrows. After being asked several times to temporarily appear in the form of a border collie so that the other party could "suck the hair and relieve stress after work", Perturabo BC was no longer too lazy to ensure that no one would Illusion camouflage is used here when I see it.
"But this is different! Well, although I only glanced at the quick synopsis of the novel Death Sky and Black Sun, I should have read it seriously at that time... But that is a novel that can compete with Sicarius. Captain Chuis! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa* Judging from the fact that we had taken Hongsuo away a long time ago, and the situation you contacted this time, he has not been blown back to Medlengard at all, let alone Wen. If Tris meets, wouldn't it mean that there would be things like demon wombs that shouldn't exist? What about the innocent children who turned into monsters? Will there be any new babies in the heart of Hydra? ? And the following things? "
[I don’t know yet. Oh, and when I asked about the new baby for the third time, Soltarn mentioned Ventris and that he had adopted a very special child. I guess he wanted to name Samo. 】
"I don't know what it means? Didn't you get in touch with Soltarn? Satsuma? It must be Satsuma Kuan! That's a newborn! It seems that the timeline is somewhere Still quite stubborn and reliable, which is reassuring. ——Hey? Wait, how do you know about newborns?"
Lami Zane glanced at Perturabo BC again. Calmly lift your paw and extend your hand to the other person.
As expected, Lamizane's eyes were immediately attracted by the dog's white, thick, furry paws like the claws of a small white bear. His last question was answered by Pettu, who knew how to make full use of his own advantages. Rabbo BC passed by quietly.
[To be precise, it’s not completely connected. He kept calling me. Although the principle was different, the presentation effect was still close to that of astrological communication. What was better than astrological communication was that I could hear the content of his report clearer and more. But the replies they can receive from me are very limited - I must point out that this is not my problem, it's that their receiving equipment is too crude! I still don't know what kind of equipment they concocted there for communication. Judging from the final effect, the interference may come from both the time wall and the subspace, which makes me feel very irritated. 】
"Oh - maybe you shouldn't blame them so harshly. There are very few stable planets in the subspace. As far as I know, all materials there have always been very scarce. Direct plundering is the way to go." You and I both know the important means of livelihood of the Chaos Legion. Has Karan Goyle been destroyed? You must remind him to destroy it! According to my previous guess, it is a very dangerous and important thing. Destroy it. It will definitely be beneficial to the Fourth Legion."
Perturabo BC looked at Lami Zane in surprise, but said nothing more, [Destroyed. Ventris should have strongly recommended that they destroy it. So I agreed to let them live temporarily in the front hall area of the palace where I left them. They were safe there, as long as they stayed within the confines of the palace shields and defensive fields. 】
“Since your palace is also there, don’t you have a way to contact them through the device you left in the palace?”
[No. The space-time barrier between us is somewhat thick. Although the big rift has torn away the veil of the real dimension, the violent primitive turbulence inside makes it much more difficult to communicate across the space-time barrier. If we weren't already stuck, Lysis has achieved some results and dropped several anchor worlds, but it is impossible for him to find me through this primitive method of contact. 】
When the dog said this, he looked at Lamizane reproachfully, [Your development progress here is too slow! Ramizane Carosini! We should be more proactive in attacking, expanding, annexing, and then quickly turning the acquired worlds into vassals, so that they can immediately start producing resources and soldiers for us. Now the integration of Dorne and the Iron-Blooded has been very stable, and the gene seeds , well, Hong Suo made a batch before leaving, and it should be able to be used for a while. 】
"Can't you use mine? Uh, I mean, I, you see, now, your body. Seed."
Lami Zane turned in place demonstratively Turning around, the dog resisted the urge to press down on the throbbing veins on his forehead.
【No! 】
“Why?”【Can’t, just can’t! 】
“Okay, but I think our progress is pretty good. Looking at the daily upward report and the ever-expanding galaxy defense system makes me feel that my wallet is bulging and I feel at ease! ”
【In a place like this, a bulging wallet will only turn you into a fat sheep! 】
"That is impossible. If the money is not exchanged for armaments, should it be kept for war reparations? The words "war reparations" are absolute and cannot be allowed to happen! - I am saving The money is ready to buy the nearby asteroid shipyard. No matter how good the armory of the Destiny Steel is, Decima cannot bring his base ship here. It is too conspicuous. The Imperial Navy and the Ministry of Justice here can still tolerate us. It's all because we 'seem' to be on the verge of the other party thinking they can 'give it a try'."
[Also for the sake of paying a large amount of taxes on time, sending Space Marines to help the Legal Department. You always take things from my personal storage to spread the wealth, right? 】
"How can you say that! The Carosini dynasty is now the tax-paying champion in Roaming Port this year, beating the second place by more than 22 points! Although the legal officers of the Ministry of Justice have their own arrogance, the order here is It’s really gotten better! He has a very harmonious relationship with me now!”
[Okay. All right. 】
"By the way, since Soltarn can call you, is there anyone else, such as Maatla? Honso? Julius? Parogov? Fulgrim? Wan Nass? Emmenute? Shanto? Also, is there any news about the Midnight Lords in the Far East? With blue eyes and a series of names he reported, Perturabo BC could only shake his head regretfully, [Except for Soltarn, there is still no news about others. The message sent back by Kadu'er before said that he might have some features. But then there was no movement again. There is no new news from Ultramar. Before the Great Rift began, the Ultramarines were still stationed there. 】
“It’s such a pity. I hope they can find a way to contact us as soon as possible. The current reputation and influence of Wandering Port are not enough. We need to make it more famous and become a world as famous as Ultramar. OK.”
Perturabo BC nodded in agreement with this idea about his body.
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Somewhere in subspace
Someone opened his eyes on a simple iron bed.
Something is wrong.
First is the smell.
His olfactory organs and laryngeal detection nerves tasted many complex, poisonous and ominous smells: inferior tobacco, the black mist of corpse burning, hallucinogens extracted from the bodies of subspace creatures. A strange scent, except that it doesn't have that clean smell, like the forest after rain or the wind blowing through the seaside grass.
He sat up and was in a daze for a while, thinking that he saw the sky of Medlengard that looked like burning white phosphorus through the gaps between bullet holes of different sizes and temporary buildings. A beam of light came from the holes. Below, the bright white light was shining in front of the toes of his boots.
His facial muscles were as calm as water, without any expression, but his brain almost started screaming in his skull.
For a moment, his urge to destroy the entire galaxy was almost uncontrollable.
He could have endured all the darkness, evil, pain, a life in which only hatred and anger supported his body and soul in the armor - if he had not had a period with this chaotic evil on the Iron-Blooded Ship - the Destiny Steel. The earth, or the rotting corpse-like empire are completely different, life under the sun.
Maybe nothing has ever changed?
Perhaps he has always been just that hybrid in the Iron Warriors warband who has been fighting, sending people to death, and fighting to survive. In addition to serving evil, provoking fighting and hatred, he should not know that he also There is another, different possibility.
Everything is an illusion.
The darkest gift of blessing given by the dark gods to their toys.
He glanced down at the tips of his boots again before he began to grip the weapon.
It’s not the Iron Warrior’s old, broken power boots with patchwork parts. The most advanced equipment in his armor is still on his arm armor, just like he remembers, just like him. Same as when you get these precious gifts.
Then he paused for a moment and began to polish off his beautiful Apothecary Paint plating, mentally cursing whoever had caused his accident - he was not going to risk inadvertently putting it here. Words speak to the mouth.
After a while, all those beautiful sigils, badges of work, and honor of the Primarch's Chief Apothecary that Honso originally carried disappeared, and there was nothing on his power armor to indicate that he was still The favorite scion of the Iron Warriors Primarch and the Ironblood's Chief Apothecary.
After doing this, he began to look around carefully again and began to think about the current situation.
(End of this chapter)