Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 618: Thank you for the nine years of compulsory education

God... The atmosphere on the Iron Blood is now very solemn.

The mortal crew members dared not breathe and walked on tiptoe. Even the Iron Warriors tried to reduce their presence as much as possible. Of course, this was also because the number of people who could work normally had indeed decreased significantly.

After helping the Sublime Steel resist the time shock waves caused by the time migration of most of the Hrud main nest motherships, they still intuitively felt from external observations and internal changes what would happen when the "space cabin pests" they were told to exterminate gathered in tens of millions or even more, despite being at such a long distance:

Some crew members, both mortals and Astartes, aged dozens or even hundreds of years at the moment of contact, as a giant ship like the Iron Blood was tossed like a small boat by the surging waves of time and space itself.

Some servitors that had been in service for too long were transformed into a mixture of corrupted mucus, bones, and rusted metal in just two or three seconds at their workstations, leaving behind only a pile of thoroughly decomposed carbon dust.

There were also crew members who turned directly into dust and died as a result. The flesh in their armor and clothes experienced thousands of years of time in an instant. After the time shock wave passed through them, only the sound of "pop" and the light sound of a handful of yellow earth falling to the ground were left.

This is the case for the vast majority of deaths caused by time disorder - but there are also a very small number of lucky or unfortunate people who have been reported by witnesses to have transformed from servitors back to their unmodified state or even infant state - the former going completely crazy for unknown reasons the next second after regaining their human bodies.

In order to make up for the huge shortage of manpower and the corresponding increase in workload on the flagship that urgently needs to be repaired, everyone who can still work is now busy.

According to observation reports from a few sensors that were still functioning properly, the main sequence star of this marginal galaxy, which had not yet been officially named, expanded in an extremely unreasonable way from a yellow dwarf to a red giant the moment it was hit by the space-time shock wave caused by the Hrud Migration. The helium flash that erupted within a few seconds spread a large amount of high-energy particle ray rain and photon storm to the entire galaxy. This change, which would have taken millions of years to complete, now takes no more than five minutes.

No one and any of the most crazy and advanced theories currently available can explain this change, and the only trigger for this change is simply that when the Hrud's mother rock ship broke away from the crust of Gugan, it created an energy resonance with the arriving subsidiary fleet, causing the collapse of that piece of space and time.

The closest explanation that Ramizarn could make privately with his 3K Terra thinking level was that, assuming the universe was a flat blanket woven with the longitude and latitude of space-time, then the power of this group of space-time ratmen was similar to the ability to poke through the "woven plane" of space-time like humans poke through a piece of suspended fabric, and thus go to the time when they lived. In other words, although the Hrud were primitive, they were likely to be a kind of strange creature that used "time" as their "space" to some extent.

Therefore, if there are not enough of them, the "holes" they poke in space-time will be small, like the small holes made by a toothpick between the yarns of a blanket, and space-time will immediately return to its original position to repair it, tending to prevent itself from disintegrating and collapsing.

When the Hrud poke too many holes in the space-time blanket at the same time, it is like a huge rock being thrown in and breaking it. Space-time cannot quickly repair itself from so many or such large-scale breaches, thus causing a space-time collapse in the real universe that can be observed by the naked eye.

In short, you can't think about it any more. If you think about it too much, you will start to fall into various traps of doubt. So Ramizane, who is very good at telling himself to "just lie down" and "don't think too much about the details", immediately put it out of his mind when he thought of this.

Anyway, according to his warning, most of the Iron Warriors fleet had already fled to a farther range in advance and were only slightly affected. He and the people around him were not killed, and the Iron Blood and Sublime Steel and their crews also mostly survived in the end. This is a small victory that has been achieved before us, and that's good!

And after successfully surviving the catastrophe upon landing, the timing of the battle against the Hrud became glaring.

It is now undoubtedly 999.M30.

This is a very important time point.

Why?

As a guy who doesn't read books thoroughly, Ramizarn may not understand the details of specific battles and may even make some mistakes, but he will most likely take a look at the time of particularly important events such as the "Battle of Ullanor" if he feels like it.

So it's very clear.

The Battle of Ullanor took place the next year, in 000.M31.

Well, considering that after the victory of Ullanor, Old Man Huang will immediately return to Terra to repair his illegal Webway buildings, and Horus will be awarded the title of Warmaster, then Old Sixteen's command authority over other brothers will become correspondingly greater, and it will be difficult to fool them.

If he wanted to think of a solution for the Iron Warriors and himself before that, Ramizane would have to deal with so many things. He would not have the time to care about a star in an uninhabited galaxy trying to swallow a few planets in orbit.

first.

He had this ready-made excuse that the Hrud had given him before they left, and it was so good that everyone could see it.

Of course, we must immediately use the traditional skill of the powerful feudal lords of 1K2K Seris - "claiming illness and not attending court"!

Even though that happened many years ago, but at least I got full marks in history subject during my nine years of compulsory education!

Thanks to Seris's solid historical education, he used illness to fool around for a few years, and the Great Crusade started a 200-year-old empire. It should be enough to buy some buffer time for the Iron Warriors and himself... right?

Well... let him recall that, generally speaking, when trying to delay time, the vassal king would pretend to be sick and not attend the court, and then it would be normal for him to "have difficulty communicating" because "the king's orders were not delivered". What's more, I, the vassal king, have soldiers and fiefdoms. Haha. There is also a magical subspace here. It is normal for messengers and recorders to disappear for a few years because of drifting in the subspace...

In short, at a time when the situation is still unclear, it will never go wrong to use the tactics of "illness" and "delay" against the Empire.

In view of the solemn and gloomy atmosphere that the Primarch deliberately sent people to spread on the flagship after the impact, the members of the Mechanicus' delegation stationed in the 125th Expeditionary Fleet were extremely dissatisfied with the cessation of the battle and retreat, but they were not completely brainless robots. After calculation, they believed that this was not a good time to show the anger of Forge World and Om Messiah.

So they were waiting outside the Primarch's command room with a mood that was closest to depressed, continuing to wait for the Primarch, who was said to be in poor health, to take the time to meet with them and listen to their requests.

"Bang!" The tightly closed door finally opened to both sides, and a large amount of smell of drugs and hormones wafted out from inside. The layers of silver satin and black curtains hung low, making it impossible to see the true appearance inside from the moment it was opened.

The one who walked out was the best of the Astartes pharmacists on board. Kyros the Unbound's three yellow mechanical eyes of different sizes immediately floated out of his liquid tank and focused on his body.

This Astartes was simplified to Δ-MOA-beta in the identity code used to distinguish them within the Mechanicus, so they immediately knew that this was the chief pharmacist on the flagship, who was summoned to consult their Primarch and should have just finished this treatment and left the room.

The Iron Warrior was not wearing a helmet. He looked paler than his brothers, with a sad, worried, and absent-minded look. Two medical servitors followed him mechanically, one of them holding a used medical waste basket in his arms, which vaguely contained a lot of empty nutritional potion bottles and other drug packaging.

-Perhaps this fourth of the Om Messiahs, who was extremely stubborn but clever, and who always argued that their father was not the Son of God and claimed that he was ill, was not pretending? Alas, flesh and blood were indeed too weak, and his extraordinary mind could be so easily bound by it.

As they passed each other, such a thought flashed through Kyros's brain, which was suspended in the armored glass water tank.

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In fact, the Chief Pharmacist, who walked over with a head full of random thoughts, had no time to pay attention to the thoughts of the masters of the Mechanicus who were waiting to meet him - it is difficult for ordinary people to see any thoughts from a brain or a pile of steel structures covered with robes.

Soraka the Honorable is a member of the Council of Twelve Ironmen. As a member of the Pharmacists Guild, he is able to receive this honor. Obviously, at least in terms of his professional level, talent and skills as a pharmacist, he is absolutely impeccable.

Therefore, when he was secretly worried about the Primarch after the Hrud's time and space shock ended, and thought that the Sublime Steel was really ignorant of the consequences and did not die on its own but dragged the Primarch into the water, which was an unforgivable crime - he received an order from the command room, and Fricks summoned him to treat the Primarch.

He immediately gathered as many tools, instruments, and medicines as he could carry, taking up two servitors to carry them all, and reached the Primarch's command deck immediately.

He was personally greeted at the door by the First Captain, Chief Trident Frix. He also noticed that the other two Tridents in the room had mysteriously disappeared, and were replaced by the young rising star of the Fourteenth Company, Warsmith Dantioch.

But the Warsmith was not in good condition either. Soraka had read his medical reports and found that he was aging very badly. Although it was pitiful, how could he still serve the Primarch in such a weak state? It was inappropriate.

Just as his thoughts habitually drifted away and he used muscle memory to walk towards the Primarch, kneeling and bowing before the throne, Ramizarn in the shell of Perturabo at the top did not say a word. On the contrary, he was quietly looking at him with relish (?).

...So this is Soraka the Honored. Honsou's gene-seed was based on his seed. You know what, they do look alike.

"Wake up, Soraka."

The chief pharmacist stood up as instructed and was about to go forward to conduct a further comprehensive examination of the original body -

"Well... I'm fine, but I asked you to come because you are a recognized master of pharmacy. I heard that you are widely respected in the pharmacist association composed of all legion pharmacists for your professionalism, and your words are also quite prestigious."

"This is all thanks to the Primarch. We have only benefited greatly from his great deeds and dare not take credit for them." Soraka lowered her head quickly, then raised it again, "I'm so glad you're okay, my Lord."

...This guy is quite good at flattering. It seems that our Tian... Iron Blood's pharmacist's nonsense is probably inherited from you. But as the head of the medical department, why did you stop talking now? You didn't even show any concern for whether your father needed a checkup after taking such a big shock wave? What's wrong with you, a pharmacist? You don't seem to be very active in caring about the health of the Primarch.

"Then you must have your own channels of communication, and many people will ask you about my health - or my illness?"

Soraka immediately and visibly flinched at the fatal question, and Fricks sighed secretly under his Terminator hood.

Fortunately, Ramizane only complained in his heart about how this master of medicine had good professional skills but looked quite weak? He still had to be coaxed, right? Forget it, face-to-face instruction was sometimes like this, and there were all kinds of dramas about this in Guselis.

"Don't be afraid." When Soraka heard these words coming out of the Primarch's lips, his heart rate rose noticeably.

"...I'm serious. I have a difficult task for you, Soraka. It will test you like never before."

"I will not decline even if it means death, my lord!" the chief pharmacist replied immediately as if he had been pardoned.

"Listen carefully. Next, you have to perfectly forge my medical records after being hit by Hrud's time shock wave to everyone except you, me, Fricks and Dantioch. It needs to include all possible situations to deal with sudden examinations at any time... including but not limited to sudden drowsiness... memory loss... time cognition disorder..."

Soraka's pupils gradually became smaller and smaller because of Ramizar's endless words.

"...Okay, that's it. Do you remember it?"

"...Yes, yes! My Lord!" Soraka was visibly pale and shaky. But he still managed to answer.

"Except for the people in this room today, this is your answer to everyone who asks you this. Remember? This is your most important task next. Complete it with your life!"

"Yes! My lord! Steel inside and out!"

"Okay, you just simulate the treatment process and drugs needed here, and then leave to complete your mission."

As Ramizane watched the chief pharmacist immediately get busy at work, he felt secretly dissatisfied.

His relevant professional skills are good, but he is a fence-sitter at first glance, a weak technical officer, although he does look like Hong Suo...

Could it be that your title of the Honorable One is implying that Hong Suo will be "glorious"?

Where did Hong Suo inherit this flexible yet tough character from? But Pepe really liked Hong Suo's character in the original time... cough cough cough, stop.

Before leaving, Ramizane suddenly vaguely remembered who killed Soraka in the end.

It is true that he was harmed by pity, so there is no need to be too harsh on him.

Ramizane thought so.

"Soraka, don't get too close to the Emperor's Children, especially their apothecaries. If you plan to rescue the Emperor's Children, take a few companions with you. Don't leave your back to their apothecaries."

The Primarch's abrupt final words successfully made the Chief Pharmacist look worried as he walked out of the door.