Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 632: Because I remembered the wrong place...

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...I had originally planned to take my offspring to the distant edge of the Milky Way to look for Nikea, but now I find that it is right in the middle of the Milky Way. What should I do?

“How embarrassing…”

After quickly sending the fearful Fricks, the thoughtful Dantioch, and the other panicked senior officers out of the command deck room, Mr. Ramezan Kalosini used the great body of Perturabo's primarch to make an extremely undignified gesture of holding his head and wailing on the desk.

It all started with the mobilization meeting about four minutes ago.

When he announced that after this harvest season in Olympia, they would prepare "food, energy and armaments for a voyage far enough and long enough" and load them aboard the Iron Blood to set off, and that the destination of this voyage would be a planet called Nikea, a look of confusion crossed everyone's faces.

Obviously, it was not because of the urgent need for this voyage, and why they only used the Iron Blood to set out quietly.

But because of something else.

Finally, after exchanging glances with his colleagues dozens of times, Fricks, who had become a little bolder, finally stood up cautiously and approached their gene father with a very humble and focused questioning attitude, for fear of irritating him in the slightest:

"Sir... the distant coordinates of the navigation system you gave us..."

"What's wrong? Did I remember it wrong? There is no galaxy there? That's possible. After all, there is no psychic beacon there now..."

But the embarrassment on the face of the Chief Trident made Ramizane stop, "What's wrong? Tell me."

Then Fricks bowed respectfully again, "Perhaps I can speak to you in private, my lord."

"Huh?" Ramizane gave him a puzzled look, "Then send it to my private channel."

Then he heard a new piece of news on his private channel that completely disrupted his plans.

"My Lord... there is an unexplained disorder in our star charts and navigation maps. The coordinates in the far north are both Isstvan and Nicaea, and Nicaea is also marked in the west of the Great Whirlpool. ... So which Nicaea do you want us to go to?"

“…Fuck.”

I remembered it wrong.

I remembered it wrong.

Cold sweat breaks out.

So many plans revolved around this location, but I made the mistake of remembering it as Nikea because I had a deep impression of Isstvan and Nikea was later classified as a "frontier world". And the senior officers all knew that we were going to this "faraway world". If this huge mistake was known, the career of the Primarch as a decision-making commander would be over. —

After a few minutes of depression that made all the descendants waiting outside very uneasy.

"But wait?"

Ramizane raised his head and called Frix in from the crowd outside the door.

"What do you mean by 'which Nicaea'? If that's Istvaan, it can't be Nicaea. And if Nicaea is not the marginal coordinates I gave you, why can you find it on the public star map? I remember it very clearly, it should be a planet that 'cannot be found without the guidance of the Emperor's psychic beacon'."

"Literally, my Lord." Fricks blinked. "Our navigators seemed to complain at first that they had not heard where Nikaea was..."

He blinked more frequently, as if his brain was rapidly overloading to cope with some unusual influence, "...some people also complained that the system in the far north was named Isstvan..."

"……Um……?"

"...but...is..." Fricks's pleasant, deep and rich voice became eerily vague and vague, like a broken old phonograph, "but...is...now...it...is...Nikki..."

The whole world is like a broken videotape.

Everything around them, even outside the command deck of the Iron Blood, spread out, everything within their sight and beyond their sight, before the curtain and behind the curtain, the living gods and the undead gods all opened their eyes, and hurriedly poured strength into their own realms to avoid destruction in the turbulence of time and space.

Meanwhile, in the command deck office, Ramizane's eyes widened in horror at what Fricks was saying now.

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At the other end of time, it was the turn of the black and white dog to hold down the white pigeon with a grin on his face as it tried to flap its wings and peck around the room - although his nails were trimmed, his paw pads were big enough to hold down the dead pigeon - Perturabo BC subconsciously licked the tip of his nose with his tongue - there was a wild call of hunting instinct that was driving him to bite the pigeon's neck and give it a dozen cervical avulsion loops.

To dispel the raw feeling that was weighing down his rational mind, the tyrant of Olympia and Medlengard decided to relax while the laboratory was empty.

He grabbed the surprised white dove's neck with his mouth, jumped out of the cockpit of his car, and began to shake his feathers thoroughly - from the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail.

The sheepdog's mood quickly recovered after this refreshing shake of his feathers (and the pigeon was shaken dizzy and half-dead), but his saliva had already wet the feathers on the white pigeon's neck, shoulders and half of its head, so as expected, he would not allow the flat-haired old man to squat on his head with saliva on him - not even his own saliva would do!

Yes, you look like my father. You are still a pigeon now. You can only coo and show your divine power. But if I bring up the fact that I am a dog now and have the instinct to hunt birds, how will you respond, Lao Deng?

So he began to think about finding something that could wash or wipe the pigeon's feathers. Finally, Perturabo BC's eyes fell on the cleaning tank in the laboratory. He walked to the cleaning tank with the pigeon with half-drooped wings in his mouth, and began to look for a place for him to jump up, shaking his big tail like a feather duster. He succeeded.

He looked back at the car he had left in the temporary office.

...I don't really want to go back to get it. It's just a few steps away, and it's just a matter of scrubbing the pigeon feathers a few times.

It's natural to have such thoughts, right?

So it was only natural for him to grab the pigeon in his mouth again and jump up to turn on the faucet, right?

Although the old pigeon, whose brains were about to be thrown out along with his eyeballs, seemed to have a different opinion, he was just a pigeon that could only coo...

Any protests that you don’t understand will be treated as if you didn’t hear them!

The faucet was turned on, but the strength was difficult to control, so a strong stream of cold water poured heavily on the pigeon and the sheepdog's foreheads.

"spit!"

“Bah bah bah bah!!”

"……?"

"… coo. coo. coo."

“Old thing…!!!!!!!!”

The black and white dog approached the white dove with a grim smile, which began to change its expression and wipe the water droplets on its face with its wings.

"I heard you! It looks like we can have a good talk, right? Human Emperor."

"If possible, I would rather you find another name for yourself." The pigeon quickly calmed down, closed its beak, and did not make any sound with its bird's mouth, but its voice could still be heard.

The dove raised the tip of one wing and pointed at the tap.

"Let us dry ourselves first. Perturabo."

So a moment later, the father and son were sitting at opposite ends of the desk in the temporary office.

Only this time, the one sitting at the head was Perturabo BC, and the one sitting at the guest seat - the desk was someone who had always tried unsuccessfully to break through the defenses of the Destiny Steel but had finally managed to succeed.

They stared at each other in silence, and finally the pigeon coughed, took out a small golden wreath from the fluff under its wings and put it on its round forehead.

"...You haven't given up your dream of a retro space empire yet?" Perturabo BC sneered and mocked, "Then where were you when Constantinople fell?"

"Even the immortals are not alive all the time and in all places."

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"Ah, I'm glad you finally admitted that. How come you suddenly changed your personality? Now that you've turned into a pigeon, you can speak human language, right?"

"Don't make fun of me." The pigeon's inner voice emerged, "Didn't you also gain inner peace after becoming your current body?"

"...Don't make it sound like I have some quirks, old man. If I have any problems in this area, it's mostly caused by you. Look at Russ and his sons with tails, you old bastard who doesn't even treat us as human beings but makes us call you father."

"Okay. Let's talk about the most pressing topics." The pigeon tapped its claws on the table. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The center of flux. The beginning of greater chaos. The great expansion of cosmic uncertainty. The precursor of separation."

"you……"

At the same time, Fricks reported to someone on the Iron Blood at a certain time that two Nikea appeared, one of whom was the original Istvaan.

The entire Destiny Steel vibrated.

"Part of your space-time stabilizer has failed," the pigeon said calmly.

The dog glared at him.

"That's why you sent him back! He messed up the timeline there, and the delicate weaving of fate... Humph! It's better to say that this world, which is like a pile of shit codes, can't withstand easy and overly forceful disturbances, and will collapse everywhere... Why don't you bring him back quickly! What are you trying to gamble on?!"

He glanced at the screen with alarms and red lines jumping around, and clicked on a few at random.

The screen that pops up is immediately filled with contradictory records, maps, war zones and markers.

All the icons used to identify status on the star maps became extremely disordered, and countless worlds swung back and forth on the edge of order and chaos. People fell into memory disorder, especially those with extraordinary potential. They wailed and rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands, their minds violently washed away by a large amount of memories and knowledge that did not belong to this time and space.

And the life-support module containing the body of his seventh brother was also sounding the alarm - its sensors showed that sometimes there was a dormant body inside, sometimes there was only a skeleton, and sometimes there was something in between.

"See. This shot confirmed my suspicions," said the pigeon, without opening his mouth. Only a mysterious spiritual perception made the other party understand what he meant.

"Rami Zahn is not something you can use to prove your suspicions." Perturabo's mane stood up on the back of his neck and back. "And why don't you tell me who you are?"

"But you had your own selfish motives. You never told him what might and miracles his power was capable of. What a waste, Perturabo, that you had such a great opportunity to hold such power, and you only used it to play your ridiculous house game cautiously in a castle of dominoes." The pigeon continued on its own, avoiding the latter question.

"This has nothing to do with you. Don't act as if your Solar System One War and the Great Crusade were planned and far-sighted, you old robber - I have my own plans."

"Really?" The pigeon stared at him with its dark eyes. "Then if I send him directly back to one of your most important nodes and avoid your regrets, wouldn't it be more helpful to your plan to save the universe? Then why do you seem so anxious?"

"..." Perturabo suddenly closed his ears.

"You are so anxious for me to bring him back because you have realized that the timeline is something that is balancing on the edge of a knife. Once he makes the most mistakes there and the more changes that are effective to his current time and space, the more likely he is to create a strong enough branch line ten thousand years ago... Then the new time and space destiny will flow in the new universe, and the old universe will begin to be isolated from the universe he is in, and you will most likely lose him forever, right?"

"Moreover, if the other cosmic fork is fully generated, you will no longer be able to use the entanglement of this universe to entangle with it. This entanglement fallacy will not be destroyed, but it will be like a thread that disappears at the other end of the black hole. You who hold this end of the thread will never be able to walk out of the maze of our galaxy. This is why he was able to return immediately before, but this time time is flowing on this side but he has not returned yet."

"The various restrictions between you seem to restrict you, but in fact they restrict him. You are afraid that once he finds out that he can go and build a better universe, he will leave you here, right?"

Perturabo crouched down, uttered a terrifying roar, and pounced forward.

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"Wait wait wait! What's going on! Fricks! Are you okay?! So that, that thing on the edge is the Isstvan system! There's no need to get so excited about something like this!"

Ramizane leaned back in his chair, looking in horror at the war flesh machine that had grown several times larger and was still growing larger, and a coded mixture, and subconsciously shouted at him, "The one in the far north is the Isstvan system! There's no doubt about it! Nikea is the one at the other end of the vortex!"

"Nike...Kaia...is...?"

The Chief Trident's body, which had been changing into several forms of different sizes and shapes, began to shrink like a molten bubble, but gradually stabilized because of these words, and seemed to be turning back into the original Fricks.

"Right, right, right! Nikea is the coordinate east of the Solar System! West of the Great Whirlpool! No matter how it appears, this coordinate is Nikea! I declare that the one in the far north is the Istvan System! This time we are going to Nikea, which is located southwest of the Prospero galactic plane!"

"...Okay, your will, sir." The first captain blinked in his mechanical hood. His blinking speed returned to normal, but he seemed to be unaware of the change that had just occurred to him. "I will go and tell the navigators and others to prepare for the departure of the Iron Blood."

"Okay...Frex. ...Are you okay?"

The person being questioned looked up in confusion and replied, "I am fine, your Excellency."

"…Then go ahead."