Chapter 513 This is also a side of the apocalyptic world -
Court of the Dead Most of the surrounding shops have been evacuated to further locations, and many new shops and even residences are located on the lower floors of the expanding circle. No one dares to add a dome to the extra space created by the expansion, because no one thinks that they can live in a residence higher than the "Torch of Sanctuary".
Instead, part of the dome was respectfully dismantled, and expensive armored glass and void shield generators were reinstalled to allow the star's light to shine into the square - and more importantly, to allow the The light of the colorful billboard torch can shine farther away - after experiencing its power personally or indirectly, the people and officials agreed that in this way, the passing ships themselves would be blessed with a bit of sacredness. The blessing of Ju Guangguang, plus the crew members also have pilgrimage experience, isn't it double insurance?
Therefore, the route that can sail in front of this opened skylight will always be in short supply. Although Lamizane doubts whether the orbit hundreds of kilometers away can receive light, it is obvious that the orderly and orderly route will always continue. The fees for ships passing through this channel in a straight line have greatly increased the income of Wandering Port.
Major General Sangse and Law Enforcement Officer Duolin are worried and happy about this, but the former is only worried about how to keep his position here and save enough money to retire in Garden World, while the latter is Most of the doubts were dispelled by the reliable "security guards". It is said that because the place is now too orderly, this very responsible law enforcement officer is considering applying to lead the team to places where he is needed more to ensure that the law is enforced.
Now, the size of the entire roaming port has increased by more than 50% compared to when they first came. The lack of more expansion is because the redundancy of the reactor is completely insufficient.
However, the new void steel structure is being supervised by the architects of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the "security guards" of the Carosini Dynasty who are working feverishly. They are preparing to re-reinforce the central tower of the Wandering Port. And install more reactors, engines and certain devices that only the Carosini Dynasty can provide - this is one of the reasons why the members of the Mechanicus Cult in Wanderport are working so hard.
Sitting by the window of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant, which has become more open and bright due to the large-scale construction projects, Perturabo BC looked at the delicate thing in his hand in the human form transformed by the magic of science and technology. desk clock.
This miniature advanced version of a certain famous clock still looks golden and yellow.
It’s just that there seems to be a faint trace of blood in one corner, and all the hands on the ivory white dial are stagnant - but not completely stagnant. The tip of the second hand is trying to move forward tremblingly. It moves around, but something always seems to be stuck on its invisible, colorless and phaseless internal gears, making it extremely difficult to move every second.
Perturabo BC thought, and then asked a question to the other side.
"What if..."
"Huh?" Lamizane didn't even raise his head, and gave the other party a syllable of question in a nasal tone.
"I mean, if you were asked to choose a time to perform a day-swapping operation, what time would you choose?"
"That would be a lot...for example, twenty people The time before the original body was thrown out is very suitable, although the time alone is useless, right? The results will be different if the landing point is different, and even if you are lucky enough to fall into the palace, it is estimated that the follow-up will be very, very challenging, maybe it will be a It would be good to grind until death... Otherwise, it would be better to do it later, before Prospero's Burning, but in that case, you have to consider whether you can defeat Tzeentch and whether you can meet him. Ruth asked Ruth to listen to you again. It’s hard to say that. You might be loyal and have your arms cut behind your back and be sent to prison..."
Although he muttered, it seemed that the Chapter Leader and the Archon, who were still immersed in reading, had really considered such an issue seriously, which made the black and white stuffed dog's flesh pads unknowingly ooze. Sweated a little.
He looked at the clock again. This time the hands of the clock did not change, but did the little angel's face carved on the clock just turn into a bird's head and wink and smile at him?
Perturabo BC frowned, and put one paw and one hand on that abominable face. When his claws left there, the little angel's face changed back to its original shape. He looked the same, but there was an extra dog paw print on his chubby face.
“If I could only choose once.”
“Then I would definitely choose the time we are in now, which is the last year of the 41st millennium.”
"Why? You came here earlier than now, right? It doesn't look bad."
"That's true...but who would have thought that after a good sleep, you would really fall into this trap? Is this (beep--) place coming? So my first reaction was to do that, if you weren't here..."
Perturabo stretched out his body. A finger - there are still some subtle modified metal lines left on it, embedded in his skin, like an inconspicuous stream of light.
“Look, this is a record from the collection of the Ecclesiarchy, a communication record written in the voice of an Astropath, and this Astartes diary... By the way, the Astartes actually write diaries. Is this the logbook of the Imperial Navy? Oh, and this is a very interesting book, the work notes of an inquisitor... I have been reading it for a while, it is very interesting..."
"You Do you find it interesting to read the records of ordinary people? ”
"Of course! You have to know that being able to corroborate some history from some records is like digging out mud-covered clods from the soil. You won't know what you have dug up until you complete the clues... Books It was so fascinating when the administrator classified the rare ancient books that had just arrived... They confirmed one thing with each other, that is, although it seems to me to be just a rounded statement, it actually falls in this galaxy. , the universe itself made up for the unreasonable points that were skipped in the middle... Therefore, the various events during this period are indeed more than a hundred and almost two hundred years apart. No one can tell the sequence of all major events. , of course it is more worry-free to change the situation at this time."
He also added, "Anyway, if we can't do it, your desk clock can be used... although its placement and mode of action are too small. It's a bit exciting. It's best not to let me experience this kind of thing again... But has it been quiet for a long time recently?"
"Well... this is normal, you also said it. , This year has been uneven and eventful, so its launch requires more rigorous review. "
"Oh." The person who got the answer did not delve into it and continued to read the Inquisitor's work notes.
Worry less...? Perturabo BC took a deep look at Lamizane, who was flipping through the books brought from the Iron-blooded library with great interest, and then turned to glance at all the Astartes working in the store.
Wherever his majestic (?) gaze reached, everyone shrank and began to suddenly focus all their attention on the work at hand, for fear that-
"Geratos!"
< br>The brother Black Templar Priest who was named showed a desperate expression, while others breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with gratitude and pity.
The champion priest who fought with other scholars and was said to have used his priest's staff to fight with state religion agents and fanatical believer assassins after leaving the church now seems to be content with death.
While working, Geratos, who was wearing a white shirt, a black waiter's vest and trousers, and a white barista apron, put the tray back and walked to the consul (?) who was called. In front of adults.
"Your Excellency," he said reluctantly, controlling his facial expression. Who allowed the father of genes to have his holy body and consciousness clearly controlled by the Lord of Steel in front of him? Geratos! I have to endure humiliation and practice hard today, for the sake of Dorn! For the Generalissimo! ——As for preaching? That's work. Work is work and fighting is fighting. This was a secret tip from Pastor Li Kaiwen to him to continue living a normal life here, and Pastor Geratos deeply believed in this. "Today there will be an Aeldari ark passing through the nearby Webway Gate."
The priest was refreshed and looked at the Lord of Steel in disbelief, his eyes shining brightly. What? It’s not looking for lost cats and dogs, nor is it arresting drunken gangsters one by one and sending them to the detention center to sober up (this is a newly established institution by the dynasty security guards), nor is it trivial matters such as escorting the space school ship?
Eldar Ark! He knew this kind of structure, which was a kind of large ship inhabited by those hateful pointy-eared aliens. These ships were very huge and capable of self-sustaining, but because they often sailed elusively, even the Black Templar, which was famous for its expedition fleet, There are not many opportunities to track and attack them closely. Could it be that...
The Emperor Champion Priest of the Black Templar's face suddenly glowed red.
Yes, for some reason he also received divine blessings as a priest. In his dream, he saw the Holy One on earth and the Father in heaven. Perhaps this was the divine blessing brought to them by being so close to the Primarch. (Although according to the subsequent investigation by a deeply puzzled black and white dog tyrant, it was found that the most likely reason was that a certain librarian who was reading voraciously did not understand the specific division of responsibilities within the Black Templar, which led to the collective blessing incident. , but he quickly deleted the file.)
“—We are going to send a team to contact the other party. You take the lead and go back to prepare. If you don’t understand, you can ask Magna or Whiteray. "
Geratos was struck by lightning.
But the last name he heard made him feel ecstatic again——
——The Black Templars have suspected the identity of Whitereath for a long time! After all, there are some details of movements and sword-holding habits that are difficult to avoid being noticed, but he has never been allowed to have personal contact with him. This time...
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It is inevitable and cannot be stopped or postponed. At the end of the 41st millennium, the galaxy is once again in an unprecedented crisis.
This is the moment of darkness, this is the crisis of survival for billions of living beings. Even alien or heretical prophets, warlocks and fortune-tellers can all draw such omens. The stars that are omens of death are equal. The ground hangs high above most people's heads.
This is the end of the Dharma world.
——Hong Suo stood in the command center, looking at the scene in front of him expressionlessly and thinking to himself.
Right in front of him, the glorious Lord of the Thirteen Legions thousands of years ago, the thirteenth son of the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarch of the Ultramarines and most of the Astartes in the galaxy, the noble commander and the wise Archon, The co-owner of the 500-star sector of Ultramar, His Highness Robert Guilliman, who has returned from the dead, is driving a Star Fortress Indomitable that is larger than dozens of battleships combined...
Proceeding The universe rages.
Considering who is actually inside the Indomitable's reactor core, they could also say that the Primarch of the Ultramarines is racing on the Word Bearers Dark Apostle. This matter was also recorded in ancient times... right?
This is also one aspect of the end of the Dharma world!
“I am beginning to understand Khan.” When the Primarch said this, he was sitting on the mechanical throne, using his brain calculations to perform energy distribution and ship operations that mortals could not see clearly. The body's flight posture was fine-tuned, while his son Hestian, the remaining part, assisted from the side.
But I think that Mr. Khan may not be driving using harmonics, dynamic data and calculation simulators like you...
Although he thinks so in his heart, he will not say it out loud.
"Conducting multi-faceted debugging and high-speed obstacle avoidance activities in the star sea will really help me get into a coordinated state faster...and..." Guilliman thought about it for a while, "It's very relieving. It makes people feel full of surging motivation to embark on the journey again."
"That's true, sir." The potion master replied with a smile, "How lucky we are to be able to enter The red pirate's defense range has had so much time to practice before."
"You can't blame me." After this period of getting along, the blond original body has become more familiar with the Iron Warrior in the real dream. ——Is he a little tall? ——We have become very familiar with each other, and there are not so many conversations that conceal the nature of the conversation. He laughed, "While you said we have a built-in navigational brain - hopefully you'll be able to release the poor guy from his tank sometime - I'd also like to try a short jump here to get us there faster. The destination, but every time I want to do this, the reactor will jump out of the offline warning. There is no way. Without the start of the subspace engine, we cannot jump into the subspace alone, maybe. Your father can do it, so can my brother Vulkan, and Ferus even more -"
He stopped talking, and the pain of remembering "reality" tangled in his brows. Guilliman paused and changed the topic in a tone that was slightly relaxed but not frivolous.
“However, we are not that far away from the contact distance of the maelstrom’s ‘overlap line’. According to my calculations using existing data and Hestian’s, we will arrive in about four hours. The contact coordinates you provided enter the overlapping area of subspace and physical space."
"That's great news, sir." The potion master said with a deep look, "Then we may encounter patrols or enemies at any time. Others, should you start... and get used to it?"
Robert Guilliman nodded slightly, "Indeed, I want to adjust my pace and habits to be... wilder? Some? Or? What kind of behaviors and catchphrases are popular among pirates nowadays? For example, saying all adjectives twice or saying 'yohoho' when laughing?"
"That's not the case, my lord." Hong Suo finally showed an elusive smile and took out a manual from his pocket, "This is the disguise I have prepared for you, so you'd better read this manual in advance."
"Manuscript?" The Thirteenth Primarch activated the Ironblood's specialty phantom camouflage and shrank his body to the size of an ordinary Astartes and took the manual from his hand, "This identity...?"
< br>He glanced at Hong Suo who kept smiling in confusion, and then began to adjust the details and features of his appearance one by one according to what was written above.
(End of this chapter)