Chapter 79 Labyrinth
"So this - this is too - how can this be - I think, this is completely inappropriate! No, it should be said - what about the Chapter Master and Elder Khadomo Would you sign such an order?"
The blond Astartes breathed heavily under his skull helmet.
Maatra could observe some signs of entanglement and forced self-control from the body language of the space warrior in front of her.
Julius's hands clenched into fists subconsciously, as if he could not suppress some anger deep in his body.
"I'm sorry for your mood and the current situation of the Director of the Emmenute Think Tank, Brother Omar, but this is a direct commission and order from the Chapter Master, and the Tenth Company Commander has also reached an agreement with me. "
Across from him, a thin mortal young man wrapped in a Casillas-style long coat and a light-colored woolen shawl said with a peaceful expression, "As for me, I am not involved in this kind of thing. Whatever additional means are necessary, everything is just to execute the order, please understand.”
While they were having these conversations, Uther Maatla was standing at Emmenut. of your private library and meditation room, ready to open them and inventory their contents.
Across from him was Julius, who had heard the news and came to stand at the door of his teacher's room.
The acting pastor was indeed surrounded by anger due to the news he learned, but he has not lost his mind yet.
The Chapter's psychic advisor was also sizing up the young priest in front of him, and the think tank apprentice could see through his eyepiece that the other person's eyes were like shining gems solidified from the entire green sea.
It’s not just about looking inhumanly beautiful. These eyes are clear and deep, with an otherworldly charm. If a mortal looks at them for a long time, they will have the illusion that they are seeing through their souls and thoughts - of course, it may not be an illusion.
Julius knew that this unabashed display of traits showed that the Chapter Master's new advisor was indeed a powerful and confident psychic user.
Even if a person who manipulates etheric energy of this level deliberately restrains his power and has no intention of prying, the invisible pressure that his gaze that can connect behind the curtain brings to the people around him may still reach a certain level of discomfort. level.
Although Julius also has his own modest assessment of the speed of his strength growth, at this time and place, with his nominal colleagues—strictly speaking, this advisor’s division of the internal structure of the chapter Actually, he is really considered a member of the special group "Prophet". This group in the Silver Skull Chapter has the important mission of "using divination and prophecy to guide the advancement and combat direction of the Chapter" due to the lack of qualified members. , has been operating on a makeshift basis - it is unwise to have substantial disputes with colleagues or even use the strength of psychic powers to make the other party accept your will.
The rational part of him told him so, but the anger that came from nowhere and couldn't be eliminated was still swimming in his body.
Saint on the throne, may your glory illuminate our future, may you forgive the sins that have occurred, I will do my best...
The acting pastor silently said in his heart Pray and feel calm.
As if completely unaware that he had just avoided a conflict, the mortal advisor still looked up at the Astartes in front of him with a smile.
It was as if Julius's extraordinary human gaffe was nothing more than a common, everyday occurrence to him.
"Then, could you please wait a moment before doing this, Advisor Ma'atra. I think maybe I can still have time to apply for an audience with the Chapter Master today."
Julius finally Deciding to try some more, he had to do something for his teacher, he thought to himself. Even if things are likely to be the worst...
Maatra's expression still looks quite fresh, as if he has never been at this height before or interacted with others as a mortal. Conversation like that.
"Of course, there is still plenty of time. I will be happy to wait here for a while, Brother Omar."
The psychic advisor smiled again and nodded at Julius. When turning around, he quietly raised his fingers and repaired the dozens of witchcraft seals that had been cracked on the door.
Uther Ma'atla's eyes flashed with amusement: it always made him happy to try to decipher the little tricks of his children that he thought were full of wisdom and metaphors. After a while, he could race with himself again. one time.
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This place is really impressive, Julius thought.
The Astartes' metal boots lightly stepped over the psychic trigger threads on the ground. There are a large number of these lines, dormant everywhere on the floor, walls and ceilings, and the triggering hidden mines connected behind them are ready to devour anyone who is not discerning or unlucky enough.
Every time he comes here, he is shocked by the exquisite design of this building, even though he has been here many times.
But the beauty of the rules and structure presented by the Chapter Master's office in the eyes of a psyker like him is unimaginable to others. The closest adjective Julius can think of is maze.
Maze. A top-notch work of art created by war, art, steel and psychic energy. It is not actively aggressive, but it squats there quietly, waiting and ready to devour.
The builders of labyrinths are often real master craftsmen, and the labyrinth itself is a structure that can trap outsiders in and trap the things inside from getting out.
With this messy thought in mind, he stood in the waiting corridor outside the office.
In addition to the Iron Ring Guards, there was a veteran on duty here today, who was not someone he was familiar with.
The priest nodded in greeting to the other party, and the veteran tilted his eyepiece, perhaps in return.
There was some movement at the gate, and Second Company Commander Soltarn appeared there.
The old stonemason wearing fine power armor glanced around, then walked towards him.
Julius' superhuman memory made him remember clearly that when he first met Soltarn, the other person's height and shape were definitely not what they are now.
But when Soltarn stood still in front of the priest, the two men were almost the same height. Parogov once seriously told Julius that this non-isolated situation was "brought about by a new treatment method." an unknowable but good prognostic phenomenon”.
Will the Astartes, who have completed transformation surgery for many years, experience this kind of secondary growth without the mother group, the High Council or any authorization?
Julius had never heard of or read about such a thing in the classics.
He twitched the corners of his mouth coldly under his helmet.
At this time, the second company commander spoke.
"Hello, Julius."
"Better crippledinbodythancorruptinmind.Better crippled body than corrupted mind. Greetings to you, Stoneforger."
"For your teacher Come? Julius. Emmenute has a good disciple."
The vicar maintained a restrained politeness.
"I hope that most of the problems can be solved this time, Captain Soltarn."
The other party smiled under the respirator, "Good luck to you."
"I hope so."
He stepped into the maze.
Gua uh uh uh uh——
In short, thank you book friends, thank you very much
At present, it seems that things are heading towards the ending of uh uh.
It was really sudden...it gave me a sap feeling when I woke up.
When everyone is busy at work, you should pay more attention to the people around you and be careful not to be taken advantage of. I can only say...
Today's second chapter may be a little later than usual, sorry.
I am also very grateful. I have seen everyone’s support. It is the driving force for me to continue and the fulcrum that fixes my thinking.
It’s great to have you all this winter.
(End of this chapter)