Chapter 30 The correct way to use telekinesis
Before dinner time on the ninth day, Uriel and Pasanius were notified and got their power armor and weapons back.
They are all in good condition and have even been re-maintained, which surprised the two exiles.
“I have to say, Captain,” Pasanius couldn’t help but turn over and over to inspect his heavy flamethrower, “I’m a little envious of our silver-skulled brothers, not only the monastery’s cafeteria The variety and taste of the food is outstanding, and look! The maintenance skills of their Techmarine brothers are unparalleled. My weapons have never been in better condition."
He moved his Tactical Dreadnought (End). (or) parts and Skyhawk armor modified to accommodate his oversized power armor, "Even my power armor, you know, Uriel, it's usually not that easy to maintain, but now I feel Lighter and more flexible than ever before.”
"Better than when we were in Macragge?" Ventris also showed a rare smile since embarking on their journey. "Also, don't call me company commander, Pasanius, I am now No longer in that position."
"I can't think of anyone better suited to lead the Fourth Company than you," his comrade insisted, looking him over carefully, "I'm going to see you at the church today. Have you passed that brother Julius?”
Uriel Ventris hesitated for a moment. He and his loyal friends knew the other meaning of Pasanius’ question. .
"Yeah," he admitted, "I found him in the chapel later."
"That's nice. I mean, you should be able to tell." Sanius' eyes were full of worry, "Brother Julius is just himself."
The black-haired ultramarine paused, "You are right, Pasanius, the situation at that time was that I really needed to be comforted and was overwhelmed by the anguish from deep inside our hearts, so that I began to seek someone else. Possible miracles. Julius so amazingly inherited the appearance of our great genetic father is an extremely glorious and sacred event. If we can finally return to Macragge, I will pay tribute to Calgar. The adults and others reported the matter."
His brother looked relieved, "That's right, Uriel, I can completely understand that I even had undue doubts at that time. ." He lowered his head in shame, "But now I am sure that we will carry out our courage and glory, even in places where the light of the star torch cannot shine."
His company commander patted him. His shoulder, "Me too, Pasanius. Come on, let's go see what new surprises our brothers will provide for dinner today."
"Ha, that really makes me very happy Looking forward to it, yesterday’s mixed pottery risotto stewed with some kind of shellfish and arthropods, topped with boiled tomatoes, was so delicious!”
Uriel smiled with his sergeant! Together they walked into the dimly lit corridor, while thinking back to what he saw in the chapel.
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"ToserveHimistoworshipHim.
Only the emperor is the guideline, and it is to serve the emperor.
Brother priest, I sincerely need to repent."
With him The Space Marine with the face of the Father of Genes turned around, the scepter and rosary representing the priest were gently swinging on his waist, and a thick, ancient-looking book of the Holy Book made of some kind of leather was spread out. opened in front of the young vicar.
"Toquestionistodoubt.
Doubts wander.
Good day. Brother Uriel."
Julius is still wearing his Think Tank power armor, with the mask The man in the linen robe looked at Ventress with goodwill in his baby blue eyes, "When the situation arises, I will only take over this position temporarily, Brother Uriel. Your combat experience and knowledge far exceed mine. I am very willing to do so." Let’s talk about it.”
He is indeed not the father, Ventress thought to himself, why did I have such an illusion at that time? Maybe my heart did waver for a moment, but now it is only stronger.
They began to talk, and Uriel confirmed again during the conversation that this outstanding-looking young Astartes was a complete recruit, and had never experienced more than twenty real battles, which made him slightly uncomfortable. Although disappointed, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I hope the Silver Skull Battle Brothers can protect their young Librarian brothers when they go to the battlefield, Ventris thought, but he did not plan to mention this to anyone, including Julius , he simply told the other party that he looked like a very great Chapter hero, so both he and Pasanius recognized the mistake at the time.
The young Astartes tried his best to remain calm, but his demeanor could not deceive others. The veteran could feel the relief, excitement and pride of the other party after hearing this explanation.
The confession - or mutual confirmation - was over, and he took leave from Julius, who nodded, opened the Book of the Word and gave him the Emperor's blessing.
Julius's armor is indeed silver and black, Ventress thought, and looked at the skull mask on the shoulder armor. It was not the cobalt blue he was familiar with. Why did I look at it at that time? wrong?
And his face was too vibrant, too young, too smooth, with no trace of battle or the vicissitudes of time. As for his throat - Ventris' eyes swept over it, it was clean and smooth, nothing he was familiar with. Every time he saw it in the temple of the original body, he would feel anger from the bottom of his heart for Chaos, for the betrayer, and for the enemy. of hatred and anger - that wound that is like a vicious curse, with blood eternally splashing.
No.
He let out a long breath and prepared to leave.
Before the chapel door closed, he took one last look.
Julius—with the face of the thirteenth Primarch, was watching him leave with a smile.
Ventris was sure that he saw some kind of golden corona shining softly behind the blond man's head.
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“So, you and the exile spent a whole Terran hour in the chapel talking to each other in barren wheel talk and the Book of Psalms?”
< br>Looking up from the tall stacks of scrolls, divination scrolls filled with fragments of words that no one could decipher, and ancient prophecy books, Emmenut’s face with obvious black eyes was filled with gloating. smile, "Is this why you were late bringing me lunch? My cute little apprentice?"
"...Master Emmenut, please don't imitate Master Honso. It sounds a bit too frivolous."
Julius was embarrassed and pushed away the pile with his elbow. of parchment, and placed a stack of lunch boxes and trays on the table. It had been a while, and he still couldn't get used to the unique personalities of the masters.
"And since I am now serving as a temporary pastor, I think I need to set an example in all aspects."
His teacher waved his hand nonchalantly and let a few beautiful blue The colored quill automatically flies to write notes.
“The guy who looks at everyone and wants to open the gourd and sew it back up has always called his apprentice that way. I don’t think Parogov has ever objected.”
"...I think Parogov may just be immune to that kind of argument."
"Oh? Then you can learn more from your friend, Julius." His teacher began to open the lunch boxes one by one. "Fantastic, today it's spiced pottery eggs with hummus, grilled...um what kind of small poultry is this? It looks crispy, juicy and plump. And then there's dates and fig starch baked Cake... I must say, even if I didn’t have so much fun for the canteen here, I wouldn’t leave...”
“Master Emmenut?” the think tank apprentice priest who was drinking a cup of Reka coffee wondered. Look over.
"It's okay." The psychic master, who used telekinesis with amazing skills to launch violent attacks on the shells of boiled eggs and the bones of roasted poultry, responded to him, and when he waved his arms, he suddenly Knocked over a bottle of ink lying nearby.
"What's going on? How could this be knocked down..."
The Supreme Wizard who accidentally glanced at the pool of ink slowly stopped other actions.
"This omen is..."
Quack!
There is another thank you update during dinner
(End of this chapter)