Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 630: Some things are not worth the weight

*The chapter with the most dishes

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"Some things are so unstoppable that even a thousand pounds of weight cannot stop them..."

Gnashing his teeth, Ramizane ignored the terrible friction sound of the chair beneath him being pressed down by his and his current armored body weight, and habitually leaned back on the chair with his feet crossed. He raised the last piece of draft paper in front of him and carefully examined the final data listed on it.

Although he also brought a data tablet and related equipment this time, sometimes the feeling of the pen tip moving on paper is irreplaceable, especially when people need serious contemplation.

Kelly Fanny sat at the other end of the table, slowly drinking a rich cocoa-flavored hot drink served to them by Dantioch. No one could see what the old woman was thinking except for her dignified smile. Except for a few extra questions she asked about the Primarch's daily life and diet when Dantioch came, and whether this hot drink was his favorite, she didn't say anything else.

The two Tridents had already quietly left to supervise the construction of the new synthetic ammonia plant and related supporting facilities. Because the Empire now has "promethium", an unreasonable and ubiquitous fuel and raw material, Ramizarn only tried to input the requirements for synthetic nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium and other fertilizers and herbicides and other pesticides into the suspended brain cluster on the Iron Blood.

Well, these primitive believers of Om Messiah, who only have their brains left and are clamoring, do hate the Lord of Steel. Ramizarn does not have the sophisticated technology and methods like Perturabo to further process them into useful thinkers who only retain knowledge but not emotions. However, this does not prevent some of these brains from being willing to output a little knowledge in exchange for a promise of possibly rebuilding their bodies. There are indeed some mechanical priests who think that such a thinking environment is pure and conducive to the state of mind. But even so, they have weaknesses that can be exploited: "If you don't help me, I won't send the papers you think out to the journals you want to publish!"

Look how this was done.

Finally, the Iron Lord got what he wanted and got a lot of "little tricks" that the Mechanicus would use when transforming the planets of the dead world. You see, the loyal priests would never reveal the sacred secrets of the sect in front of the hateful rebellious prince who disrespected neither God nor Mars! But some private little tricks are just some small habits in the field of personal research. Personal little habits do not count as the sacred knowledge of the Om Messiah...

These "little tricks" were then used to build new supporting chemical facilities and necessary machinery after being reviewed by the pharmacy department and blacksmiths. After a global survey, it has been determined that the development of this place is particularly distorted. A few giant factories are almost entirely for the service of the army's weapons and equipment. Other industries such as agriculture, light industry, and daily chemicals are difficult for Ramizarn to describe. It can only be said that they are magically made of various things from ancient Greek city-states, the Middle Ages, and the First World War, mixed with a very small number of finished products that flowed into the planet from space travel civilizations.

If he had not brought back hundreds of thousands of Iron Warriors from two expedition fleets, these drastic advances would probably not have been so smooth.

But now...as he said, on this planet where no one owns a private spaceship, his army is the best guarantee of all his words.

As more Iron Warriors who had been drafted within the past decade or even the most recent batch who had been drafted just a year ago returned home, the words of resentment everywhere quickly decreased, the law and order situation improved significantly to an unprecedented level, and a new group of voices began to gradually spread.

Ramizane was having a headache thinking about how to explain to these parents who were eager to have grandchildren that their sons were physically fine and were even stronger and taller than them, but mentally they were completely uninterested in their childhood sweethearts or the blind dates that their parents had their eyes on.

——And what worried him even more was whether this explanation would involve an even more difficult question: "In fact, your sons are already my sons. I have hundreds of thousands of sons scattered across the galaxy, but they cannot leave you a grandson."

——This, this, this! How can I say this?

Alas... Although Kelly Fanny said not to worry, she has already begun to select representatives from scholars, poets, temple priests and women in caves on the riverside and hillside to discuss this matter and will send them to various places to preach soon.

"This type of matter is really not suitable for a great man like you to care too deeply in the traditional Olympia," she said, "This is when we should come into play. Don't worry, I will make sure they don't misunderstand your message."

When the former tyrant and current ruler of Olympia said this, her eyes clearly said "You, a virgin and not a believer in God, should not interfere in such church and family affairs." And a person whose theory completely overwhelmed reality found it difficult to explain to mortals that he actually had some knowledge in this area and was actually very concerned about the population growth rate.

In fact, if one really wants to try to have a child of their own, there are theoretically ways... such as artificial fertilization... But such words cannot be said until the pharmacist brothers gain the trust of the people and believe that these doctors wearing armor, carrying pistols and drills, who look very cruel and can drill open people's heads (although they are all mortals with medical knowledge trained in emergency) are actually quite professional in treating diseases and saving lives!

And damn it, he had just been asked by Soraka, who looked like the sky had fallen, and learned that the glorious Astartes Pharmacists Association had never studied the project of "whether Astartes surgery can leave normal human offspring after it is fully completed". Now they must set up a project on the spot for the descendants of the Olympian people.

However, Soraka also said that it is very likely that this will not work in the end. But we have to try it anyway! Just try it!

So, thanks to Sister Kelly Fanny's understanding, he wrote down some knowledge he could remember and tried hard to search for some more in LOGOS. He put them in an envelope awkwardly and asked someone to send it to her after Kelly Fanny went back to rest.

Perhaps Perturabo could talk about those technical terms and interests in front of the Olympian women and parents at ease, but Ramezane still wanted to save some face for himself until it was absolutely necessary.

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"Damn it! I have to save my dignity too! Who would personally handle these trivial matters? These are all matters for mortal governors! Didn't we appoint them to manage these trivial matters for us?! But you have almost made me lose face! You idiot!"

——The white dove blinked and flapped its wings, and the angry roar of a pharmacist's master was heard in the pharmacist's laboratory: the IV bottles, droppers, test tubes, sinks, waste liquid pools and other horizontal places were all divided into two halves.

"Don't show off this miracle now, Old Deng! It won't save any face! When will you bring Ramizane back in its original state?!"

“Gugu——?!”

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"It would be even more strange if I listed all the information I already have..."

There were now some forms written on the parchment in front of Ramizane.

On the left is what he knows about the Victory at Ullanor.

He had no idea how many Titans and Astra Militarum Legions there were, and it was unclear whether there were any navigators, astropaths, Martian Forge Generals, etc. He could remember the following:

Fourteen Legions and nine Primarchs were present, and millions of Astra Militarum troops and their vehicles and countless ships undertook months of foot marching. The Emperor's Vision, Vengeful Spirit and Phalanx should have all arrived there.

Why? Because the nine Primarchs and their descendants who attended the Great Victory of Ullanor were:

The Third Legion, Fulgrim of the Emperor's Children;

The Fifth Legion, Jaghatai Khan of the White Scars;

Rogal Dorn of the 7th Legion, the Imperial Fists;

Sanguinius of the 9th Legion, Blood Angels;

The Twelfth Legion, Angron the World Eaters;

Mortarion of the XIV Legion, Death Guard;

Magnus of the Fifteenth Legion, Thousand Sons;

The Sixteenth Legion, Horus of the Sons of Horus;

Lorgar Aurelion of the Word Bearers, the 17th Legion.

As for the remaining five legions whose primarchs did not attend openly and only sent representatives, and who were the four unlucky guys who were simply brushed off with a statement "They are on an expedition and cannot return", while in fact some of them did not receive any notice at all. This matter was quite delicate, because except for a few people, most of the primarchs still maintained superficial courtesy at this time, and as long as they received the notice, they would most likely send people to fly over even if they were at war.

It was as if Perturabo was the only one among all people who was curious about and had studied the approximate year in which he was born in the laboratory. No one before or after him had studied the information in detail. It was something that no one had weighed and no one cared about.

And now that the attendance lists have been compiled in advance by people who knew about the event and are trying to study them for any possible helpful information, it seems particularly hard to explain.

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Based on what Ramezane vaguely remembered about certain conversations and events that took place after this incident, it can be reasonably inferred that the Iron Warriors and the Night Lords were most likely unaware of the holding and specific content of the ceremony, and did not send anyone (of course, even if Curze had known about it, he might not have come).

When Ferrus Manus of the Iron Hands talked to Fulgrim at the funeral of Akurduna and others, it was obvious that he knew about the Warmaster election, and he had planned to compete for the position of Warmaster. So now that Fulgrim is here, if the Iron Hands really can't make it back, it would be reasonable for them to send representatives to attend for Fulgrim's sake.

It would be even more inappropriate if the Alpha Legion did not send anyone to attend such an occasion. It is reasonable to speculate that their list was also included in the legions present, but their Primarch has been elusive and it is also reasonable that he did not make a public appearance.

The First Legion... considering how much their Primarch was favored by the Emperor and Lion El'Jonson's current state of mind, it was understandable that they only sent representatives to attend the congratulations but Lion himself did not come.

Then, there are only four people left: Leman Russ of the Space Wolves, Robert Guilliman of the Ultramarines, Vulkan of the Salamanders, and Clarks of the Raven Guard who need to judge the situation based on actual conditions.

The combat and legionary style of Leman Russ's Space Wolves are likely to prompt them to stay away from occasions like Ullanor, and Rus himself has some opinions about his own position. In addition, he and Horus are the first two brothers to know each other (excluding Alpha), so the possibility that Russ received the notice but did not come or even the entire legion did not come is not low.

Needless to say, with the Thirteenth Brother's emotional intelligence, as long as he received the notice but could not make it back in person, he would definitely send a representative to attend... As for the fact that they did not actually send him a notice... is it possible?

Vulkan of the Salamanders... In his impression, the Salamanders seemed to have always been in a state of being short of numbers? Although their numbers had been sharply reduced due to the massacre at the landing site on Isstvan V, the Sons of Vulkan had never been known for their numbers, so it was possible that the Salamanders had not received any notice or had only sent representatives.

The same goes for Clarks and Vulkan of the Raven Guard. Clarks should be one of the last Primarchs found at this time, but Ramizane is really unfamiliar with the mysterious Raven Guard (otherwise he wouldn't have panicked so much and turned Vannus into a fledgling who mistook his father). He is not sure about the battle situation and specific status of Clarks and his offspring at this moment, but in Clarks' case, they should be able to send a representative as long as they receive the notice and cannot come.

So... at this time we need to take out another list related to the Conference of Nikea for comparison.

Because these two events happened one year earlier and one year later, they are quite close in terms of the current scale of galactic travel. If one can spare the time to attend the victory ceremony of Ullanor, then there is a high probability that one can go directly to Nikaea to attend the Nikaea Conference.

Because here, Ramezane specially marked a point: the coordinates of Nikea are extremely remote, and can only be reached by relying on the Emperor's own psychic beacon navigation. In addition, the Emperor was very anxious to return to Terra at this time to carry out his secret illegal tunnel digging work, so the time of the Nikea Conference was destined not to be too far away from Ullanor. It is even very likely that after the Battle of Ullanor, the Emperor announced his withdrawal from the Great Crusade and appointed Horus as Warmaster, his dissatisfaction and accusations against the think tank members in the various legions, especially the Thousand Sons, immediately broke out because of his withdrawal.

And which names are overlapping and which are new on the list of attendees of the Council of Nikea (excluding the Primarchs and Legion members whose identities are hidden)?

The ones who overlapped were Fulgrim, Dorn, Sanguinius, Mortarion and Magnus. Among them, Magnus seemed to vaguely remember that something was hidden from him, and he was the last to arrive in Nikaea.

The new names that emerged were Leman Russ and Corvus Krax.

...Besides...

According to the answer he got from his previous questioning, Perturabo had indeed drawn a beautiful and grand theater blueprint for the Emperor, but according to Frix, when he sent it, he only knew that the blueprint was to be used when the Emperor built a new theater. No one said it had any other uses.

Ramizane's eyes moved back and forth between the two lists and the filled annotations.

"...It's not necessarily the case that Dorn and Russ actually built the Judgment Theater for the Council of Nicaea on Nikaea according to Perturabo's blueprints, right?"

The wild laughter of the blue soft-bodied monster and the angry roar of the black and white steel lord sounded at the same time in a distant place.