Chapter 110: Lysander's internal rants are the most in history (perhaps)
Rogal Dorn has left.
But Rogal Dorn is everywhere.
Lysander knew this.
He is kneeling in the chapel now, having just lit the incense and candles placed on the altar for his prayers (the incense and candles in this place actually look and smell in line with the requirements of the state religion) It's incredible, isn't it really some kind of cognitive filter? ...No, Lysander, don't think about it).
The golden artificial lumen outside the window pours on the smooth ground through the tall and narrow flower windows. In a daze, this place is just like when he knelt down to pray in the sacred building of the Phalanx at this moment. It is very strange. It is obviously the Chaos Rebellion... ...The flagship of the Iron Warriors, this huge ship that gathers the power of various heretics has such exquisite and unobtrusive national religious buildings and sculptures on it.
The first company commander can even see that the builders here are indeed enjoying the process of making these buildings and works of art. The transformed and strengthened bodies give them precision and strength that surpass ordinary people, and when they have not When this ability is used for destruction, but for construction, even the stone and metal are filled with a vigorous and upward energy that should not be present here.
Danat Lysander realized with great reluctance that this was the only word in his vocabulary that was most appropriate here.
When he came here with a calm mood this time, and once again stood close to these masterpieces with the pinnacle of skills, he realized that if this place was really built by the Iron Warriors, It's likely, then, that every Warsmith is a true Master Builder in their alter ego.
And every piece of fine marble, bronze, silver and gold here that has been carefully polished with flat and slightly curved surfaces was made by the hands of those who originally held chainsaws and bolters. Those heavy and The huge stones were most likely carried and lifted into such a tight position by numerous huge machines and their operators who were more accustomed to demolishing houses and razing buildings to the ground.
Look, this emperor's icon is so lifelike, the golden laurel crown is shining on his head, his eyes are sparkling golden corundum, and his stone lips and body movements look soft and warm, as if the next moment I can step down from the altar and speak.
But He is not here.
He does not...love everyone.
Lysander already knows.
Reciting the prayers he had been taught when he first learned to speak silently in his mind for the last time, Danat Lysander stood up, packed his mind, and prepared to set off for the armory here.
His private communication receiving channel had earlier been pulled into an encrypted internal channel dedicated to the Iron-Blooded by a being who claimed to be a "sage".
Then Lysander's communicator lit up with an eye-catching unread red dot, reminding him that he had received a document from the Chapter Master's office (How could there be such a thing in this place? Even though there may be multiple here Warband, but chapter leader? Chaos office?
Although this notice is very long, it is very detailed, practical and no nonsense. It clearly informs him in the form of a form:
The location and meal opening time of the ship’s officers’ mess (why do they have it all day long? Actually eating three meals with extra snacks and Astartes-specific drinks? This must be some kind of corrupt behavior!);
Instructions for training halls and gladiatorial cages (even though I know this is the Iron Warriors) The territory, but as Chaos, is it too regulated? );
The opening hours and usage regulations of bathhouses and hot spring pools (what on earth is this place?! Could it be the brewing of some kind of plague...);
The newly developed holographic combat simulation training room in the armory (this is What is it again? A code name for some kind of brainwashing training device!) Notice of upcoming opening;
Notice of opening hours and membership recruitment of the Twelve Temple Hall War Chess Club Brotherhood (What is this?! The realm of changers? );
Omen’s Hall of Runes and Spells Salon welcomes anyone to visit and communicate, and will provide free divination services to each monk brother every month *Note: Not available Any advice on love or the fate of the race (isn't the Hall of Omens exactly what my father once told me to be called? Is it such an easy place to find and enter the gate...);
If you can see this line Text, then congratulations! Champion, the Great Library also welcomes you. Please remember, if you can’t take out the book, don’t take it by force, and be sure to report to Master Kaduru at the door before entering and when leaving (Big Library? The beginning of this sentence is really suspicious, champion, ha, how ironic! I think this must be a taunt by some Iron Warriors scribe, I will not humiliate myself); the location of the Apothecary's Infirmary and night time On-duty help guidance, and the working hours of the chapel pastor (what did I see?! No, no, where are you here? I thought I was going to look like the fallen ones and enemies I had killed. ...and now I feel very confused...Dorn my father! Why did you leave in such a hurry...Your loyal heirs urgently need your guidance...);
Finally, there is the location of the personal dormitory room assigned to him (even if there is a guidance route map, why is there some kind of strange simple little man icon marked "Firefighter" in a row of Space Marine dormitories? "The location of the escape route?!);
And the last notice clearly stated that Lysander's current "dress" does not meet the "standard requirements of this Chapter" (This Chapter? You are not the Iron Warriors Wait, the Gene Father did mention that he must disguise himself with them...well, Lysander, don't dwell on it, don't think about it, just do your duty and obey the orders), and asked him to do so after receiving the notice. He arrived at the armory within one Terran hour and handed over the bright yellow Terminator power armor and weapons he was currently wearing so that the armory could modify and paint them "in line with actual conditions and needs."
Since receiving this notice, Lysander has spent a lot of private time in this solemn but too deserted chapel.
So he really should leave immediately.
Just as he was about to turn around and walk towards the door, the sound of footsteps came from the small door behind the icon of the chapel.
The first company commander reflexively grasped the weapon and turned his body sideways in a vigilant posture towards the direction of the sound.
The small door of the altar opened.
"My father..."
Danat Lysander began to feel that maybe madness or betrayal was not his problem, but the world's problem.
The skull mask helmet, black power armor, scepter, rosary and Holy Book representing the priest brothers appeared in his sight.
Yes.
He thought in a daze.
The notice did mention "pastor's working hours" just now.
It can’t be more outrageous, right?
Otherwise I would believe that I am actually an Iron Warrior.
No, my father, tell me, no, right?
Gua.
The prelude to Lysander’s madness when he starts to believe everything and nothing (you)
Now that everything is like this, there is nothing more unacceptable. There can’t be anything more outrageous, hahahaha.jpg
A very relaxing section! Suitable for reading on the first day of the New Year
Good night!
(End of this chapter)