Chapter 27 I think you are just greedy for my brother's body
Destiny Steel
Tenth Company Station
Temporary Detention Center
Uriel Ventry Si woke up in his temporary cabin.
This was almost a week after they were hooked up to the Demon Engine and miraculously rescued by the Destiny Steel.
After rigorous biochemical scanning review procedures, personal and repeated review by the Chapter's Librarian, the unique purification rituals of some Silver Skull Chapters, and confirmation that he was said to have contacted Macragge, he and Pa Sanius was temporarily cleared of being called a traitor and was given two cabins in the vacant quarters of the mobile monastery.
Although it was not comparable to his own Captain's quarters in Macragge, it was better than the one on the Pride of Calth - may the Emperor bless His loyal soldiers of the 808th Macragge. Soul - much better, at least the size of all supplies is consistent with the body of the Septon Astartes that has been enhanced by extraordinary genetic engineering.
Ventris's power armor and weapons were still not returned to him, but they later at least gave him and Pasanius some coverings, such as black monk's robes and hemp rope belts. To be honest, the tailoring of these clothes is quite Macragge-style, but there are some, how should I say, subtle differences.
He pushed away the rough thick linen sheets, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. The silver mirror reflected his worried and slightly hopeful face, and the water droplets splashing on the mirror reflected from the mirror. A drop dripped from his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.
"Courage and Glory." He whispered and chewed the words in his mouth, which were bitter yet sweet.
Then he returned to his bedroom, half-knelt down on the small blanket in front of the bed, and began to pray to the Emperor and the Primarch to give him more courage and guidance.
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"So," the Fourth Primarch's body tiredly took a sip of the hot Furi White Reca coffee he had newly developed to refresh himself, "you were trying to have a good relationship with them. speak, but they cried very uncontrollably for a long time, and called you 'our father's will'?"
"Exactly, my lord"
Julius Robert Omar was sitting in front of the Chapter Master's desk with his butt half wet on the chair.
His application for an audience was just approved, and then he was brought into this room under the eyes of a group of veterans waiting outside, like poisoned arrows. Now the poor think tank apprentice is trying his best to ignore the tenth company on the side. The long one looked at him with eager eyes.
This is a building that is very different from the rooms Julius has seen before in the fortress monastery and other places.
First of all, it was bright. He had never seen a design that used so few candles and so many lumens to illuminate the room. The candles and incense with the imprint of purity seemed to become an ordinary A decorative feature rather than a staple, the edges of the ceiling, which is beautifully painted with blue skies, orange clouds and figures, are softly lit with lines of daylight hidden within, as are the crystal chandeliers and floor lamps.
The numerous simple, elegant, tall sandy yellow and white marble columns surrounding the four walls support the exquisitely calculated vault, and are decorated with just the right silver gray, black curtains and golden tassel ropes. .
One wall is hung with star charts, maps, company flags, coats of arms, and honors, while a force-field niche protects some obscure decorations on the other wall, such as a faded oil painting of a long-haired man holding a crystal ball. A man, a feather floating in the air, or anatomical drawings of the human skull from various angles.
Behind the Chapter Master's office chair is a long window that occupies an entire wall, with a transparent semicircular dome and gorgeous patterns and lines forged from alloys, just like the ones commonly used in Anglican churches. That kind, but their chapter leader did not use the Emperor's statue or other things as decoration, but only inlaid transparent reinforced radiation-proof glass on it. From the office, you can directly see the pure black vacuum of space and the distant sky. Tiny stars like granulated sugar in the black sand - there is a reason for this confidence. Julius saw the light purple-green luster of the void shield reflected at certain angles on the outer edge of the window.
The Chapter Master rapped his knuckles on the wooden desk surface.
"You're distracted, Robert." Well, the Chapter Master also likes to call him by his middle name. Elder Khadomo has complained about this many times, but Julius himself doesn't think so. What's the big deal? It actually sounds quite sweet.
"I am sorry, my lord."
"It's best not to make similar mistakes again," he heard the Chapter Master say in a very kind tone. "According to monitoring, our psyker battery reserves have not been very sufficient recently. - Well, about Uriel Ventris and Pasanius Lesani, their identities have been confirmed by our contact with, um, the parent group. They were indeed affiliated with the Ultramarines chapter. Due to violation of the Asta Special Codex, and are thus sentenced to be banished from their home world, and not allowed to return until they have completed their death oath."
The young man tried his best not to show his surprise on his face, the Chapter Master continued. "Their death oath requires them to go deep into the Eye of Terror to perform their mission, which is why we met them in this place hundreds of thousands of miles away from their starting point. - There is indeed nothing wrong with the general direction. "That's so, my lord, but they seemed to have something strange about me. I'm not very sure, but the situation was described in detail in my report and in Brother Emmenut and Master Honso." After returning, we immediately handed them over to the masters."
"There is no problem with this treatment, well done, Robert." The chapter leader used his. He picked up the parchment written by the think tank apprentice with his fingertips and said, "Therefore, we have no right to decide whether they will stay or go. Everything depends on their own determination and hope. Before that, you may be able to visit them often as a reminder. A kind of training of your own. "
"Training, my lord, please forgive me for being stupid."
"Since we have been unable to select a suitable candidate in the drawing... selection among the monks of the whole regiment, so maybe you have to consider studying and learn the work of the Chapter Chaplain, Robert."
Blonde The young man looked completely shocked.
"But! Sir! It's not my refusal without good intentions - this is inappropriate! How can I hold such an important position! The battles and glory that every senior monk has experienced far exceed Me! I am so immature! My resume is completely unqualified! If you must do it, Master Emmenut is more suitable than me!"
"But we only have your teacher and you. "Now," his Chapter Master pointed out the brutal truth to him, "the rest of our Librarian brothers have sacrificed themselves to bring us back to this galaxy, Robert. Our Chapter relies on the will of the Tarot's great prophecies. Guide the way forward, and our group of prophets has been unable to function normally for a long time due to the lack of priests.”
Julius couldn’t help but think of Master Emmenut’s sleepless days and nights.
His teacher lingered in the library for hundreds of hours, racking his brains, just to decipher a vague picture, a fragment of message, an apocalyptic vision from a distant dimension, and incoherent murmurs. The pale face wandering in the middle of the night captured his attention. Cold breath...
His blue eyes revealed a determined look, and his lips were pursed like a sculpture.
"At your command, my lord. (ALLASYOURWISH, MYGREATMASTER.)."
A new champion is determined in the arena of the Brass Fortress.
The colorful pink and purple snake belly is rolled up contentedly.
The garden is thriving.
The crisp sound and roar of crystal shattering erupted somewhere.
The crystals of the Hollow Mountains sang a sad song of mourning.
"...Lami Zane, you let him call you that on purpose, right?"
Quack!
The sunshine is very bright, so it’s a warm and lazy chapter [? 】
Kang! Leather Man's fur is glowing!
(End of this chapter)