Warhammer: Start with a dog

"What image? What's going on?" Lamizane looked around and asked.

"Black wings and sharp beaks, approaching shadows, ships covering the sea, hunters from the distant sky, the bright moon and the intersection of lifelines." The old man wearing a green civil servant's robe replied, this image is so clear , temporarily silencing the other Primarchs.

In the end, it was Lamizane who spoke first. "Then," he said thoughtfully, "it might also refer to Adalic, who we couldn't find later, right? After all, the capabilities of the 19th Legion are not that reasonable. It could also be because of the other one we have here..."

At this point, he suddenly got stuck, and the Fourth Primarch's face showed an expression of "(Gutella's expletive) This is not good."

"Perturabo..."

The dog head in the Contemptor's Dauntless raised his eyebrows impatiently, and his answer came from the loudspeaker under his neck guard, "What?"

"How long has it been since you saw with your own eyes the stasis stance and training chamber where Nikon Sharokin is located?"

The Primarch Bianmu who was asked wrinkled the long eyebrows on his forehead, "Who has nothing to do to pay attention to a harvester every day... a stasis position that is not allowed to be opened? His cultivation chamber should still be in the pharmacists' There are monitoring sensors in the workroom, locked in a compartment in the special sample library, and while I don’t check it every day, automated checks are happening every cycle, and reports to date show no anomalies.”

The black and white dog specifically emphasized, "Although it is stored there, I have not given the password to this compartment to anyone!"

Angron had already noticed something was wrong at this time, "What's wrong? What happened? Who is this person named Nikana Sharokin?"

Lamizane turned to Perturabo in a daze, "Then you'd better take a look at the surveillance sensors there immediately."

He didn't need to remind him. In fact, the Lord of Steel had already switched the scene, but it seemed that everything was normal in that room that no one had set foot in for a long time.

"What's wrong? Isn't he still here..."

The dog suddenly tightened its ears and bared its fangs. "Damn it!" he roared. "How dare you lie to me! For so long! Hateful flat-haired thing! I will pluck every hair on him and throw him to Honso." Be a drug experiment animal! I will tell him his ugly behavior!"

While Perturabo BC was furious, Angron quietly asked Lamizane for information about this character (the two primarchs and their bodies now have an unexpectedly good personal relationship), and then frowned Nu After reading all the information sent to him by Lamizane, the Supreme Tyrant of Kylia said that he should just leave this kind of talented warrior who is a natural defeater of certain people and hidden dangers in the storage warehouse and ignore them. , someone and someone are also talented enough and bold, or call them heartless.

"It is easy for variables to arise if you delay dealing with a special being and do not deal with it with multiple protective measures and seals. Especially in this galaxy, because our enemy is always planning to land in reality. plans, and they cast their gaze from behind the curtain all the time.”

"Indeed." Lamizane sighed, and began to move quickly to reach out and smooth the fur of the sheepdog with a fluffy mane. He also coaxed him in a good voice. Angron seemed to begin to feel that the table in front of him contained the secrets of the universe. Mysterious, and the former imperial regent looked like an old man who closed his eyes and meditated when he had free time.

"But you can't blame us. This is just like the exhibits in the Stasis Stand actually running away on their own. Who would have thought..."

Hearing this, Perturabo gritted his teeth and glared at Lamizane who was muttering this sentence in his ear, "That must be because of you... forget it!"

Monk Zhang Er looked at him with his body confused, "Why is it because of me again? What does this have to do with me? I have never been in! You just said that only you have the password to this room!" "

"It's okay!" Squeezing out the answer through his teeth, Perturabo stretched out his hand and knocked on the command sand table in front of him. The image inside immediately switched from the outside to the inside of the Iron-Blooded. "Given that this is definitely not what happened now. The sensors must be completely overhauled, and we must also conduct an extremely large-scale field search with repeated verification measures..."

"Is it such a big battle? Our manpower...oh...wait a minute," Lamizane thought about the current number of people on the Destiny Steel, "...the manpower is more abundant than before, but it is still stretched! This is the Queen of Glory, and it is the largest among them. It only relies on hundreds of Astartes from other legions - our little Adalic is not here! We are here to search for a name that is deliberately hiding from us. The Raven Guard named Nikonar Sarokin, isn't this..."

"This will definitely succeed." The dog cut off his words. "We can invite Angron's warriors to board the ship to assist in the operation. Anyway, many of them have already stayed here and have not yet returned."

"You are so angry that you are willing to ask for your brother's help... Bao, but there are several companies among the Angron heirs who are still in a state of not returning from the expedition, and the Iron Heart is not in full strength, and their own mother The ship must also keep part of its defense force. Darling Perturabo, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. Calm down and think about it."

Angron cast a look of thanks at the silver-skulled chapter leader, while Sir Kadur looked thoughtfully at the internal area monitoring structure of the Iron-Blooded that was presented on this table for the first time - said To be honest, there are still too many large invisible areas inside.

"The thought that he might be nearby and enjoying our joke made me think that we should act immediately and capture him. I will pluck all his wings! Lock him in my Use it as a decoration next to the throne!"

"...It doesn't have to be so extreme. And I don't think he will... Well, maybe to find him, we can start with these records." In order to appease his pet dog, his brain was finally working at high speed. Lamizane, who was in an efficient state, pointed to several lists of data records that he found based on his own ideas.

"What is this?" Perturabo asked sharply.

"A variety of daily information records collected from multiple sources." His body explained in an almost doting tone, "The feed consumption of the farm, the list of food materials in the kitchen, the corresponding menus, the cleaning and self-discipline machinery Minor fault logs of working routes, patrol routes, etc..."

Even to a primarch like Angron, these things seemed like a lot of noisy but meaningless white noise, but Perturabo quickly calmed down.

"A very smart approach." Gou said after studying and judging for a while, "Based on this portrait, the error value will be quickly reduced to less than 15%."

"So what are we going to do first?" Angron asked this time at the right time.

"Catch a bird." Lamizane told him. "It's really nostalgic. I haven't caught it for a long time. This time we are going to catch the one named Sarakin."