Chapter 303 Three Lucky Dogs
The Coronation is a beautiful Space Marine strike cruiser.
When this young woman in a ruby-colored coat took off for the first time from the shipyards of the forge world Anuari, her destination was New Star, the home planet of the Origin Chapter. She is almost as young as the company champion she carries, having spent less than half a century roaming the cold and dark void of the 41st Millennium.
A pair of engines also painted ruby red were installed behind her wide brass-colored skirts. The mass of the hull was also deliberately reduced by 8% in accordance with the order requirements, making the whole body smoother. Allowing her to better fulfill her duties as a rapid and decisive strike vessel on long-term patrol routes. After all, she was capable of carrying a crew of between 18,000 and 20,000 mortals and an entire company of Imperial Space Marines, as well as a well-stocked supply of conventional naval weapons such as lances, macrocannons, and torpedoes.
Normally, the arrival of this young lady and her Ruby Angels is enough to bring a storm of destruction to a galaxy of heretics, heretics and xenos, raining down the cleansing fire of the Emperor's wrath.
The carefully selected and well-trained officers, crew members and servants on the ship who graduated from military academies in accordance with the regulations of the Holy Scriptures can provide efficient and high-quality services for the operation of the entire ship with pride and reverence.
But today...
Anna is an ordinary housekeeping supervisor. She and her team members live in 30-2-β on the lower deck of the Coronation. District, this means that their daily work includes boiler rooms, water supply systems and various water-related contents, and the fighting rarely affects their living areas.
The closest they can come into contact with the word battle is cleaning the bathrooms after use by returning soldiers, or carefully distilling and preparing fragrant hydrosols for wiping and smearing dead soldiers. At the same time, he devoutly sent his feeble prayer to the departed loyal Emperor Angels, may their souls return to the Golden Throne.
When the Cursed Echo opened its fangs and attacked them, she was leading her duty team from her room to go to the bathhouse for duty - waiting for the most powerful trustee on the ship. After Lady Lemion returns in triumph with her brothers to complete the handover, she will soon need to use this large bathhouse with changing rooms, showers, baths, large hot spring pools and essential oil application areas to relax and rest.
Not surprisingly, when they arrived at the large bathhouse with tools and materials, they were all knocked unconscious by an evil and unexpected unclean psychic attack.
Until now——
"For the Emperor! I, I will never serve the heretics..." Anlena mustered up the greatest courage in her life and hissed in refusal, but she still She didn't dare to raise her head and look directly at the terrifying figure that was a whole person taller than her - God Emperor! ! ! That was a terrifying enemy of the empire that she had never seen before. This must be the evil and unclean traitor they called it. It was so terrifying! The smell of blood and carrion on his body was so strong that it smelled worse than the rotting rat corpses that had not been disposed of in time in the dark sewers in summer - Anlena felt that her nasal cavity had been attacked by an unprecedented and substantial blasphemy. ——It’s really unclean! Their minds must be like their bodies!
“Look at how dirty it looks to people.”
(*Hmph! Stupid humans can only observe the appearance, but cannot see the efficiency and meaning behind the behavior. )
"Form and self-discipline are indeed annoying, but using this reason to not follow the form and have no self-discipline will only make people hate dogs and dislike pigs."
(*My Eighth Legion has always been the most popular Efficient! The law-abiding form will only harm the so-called good people and the weak! The strong will obey in fear!)
"Yes, then you don't say anything , don’t let them learn, and let a group of children who are born without a clear understanding of crime and the meaning of life get lost in sin without telling them that there is another way. ——Forget it, I have to take a shower first, I don’t want to talk about this now. , Just look at it - please come here, lady."
There was a buzzing of the servo, and the vicious ruby eyepieces of the Night Lords suddenly stared at the bathhouse in the very dim light inside the ship. Supervisor, like the gleaming eyes of a pack of hyenas.
Anna suddenly found that she had never felt that the ruby color she was accustomed to was actually not so noble and beautiful. Now those rubies looked too bloody and hungry, full of desires that wanted to tear her apart. Desire, illusion...?
"Look at me, madam, what's your name?"
The hand of the servant supervisor grasped his small gold-plated double-headed eagle pendant in the folds of the long skirt, and suddenly raised his head and looked directly at it. The other party once again plucked up the courage to shout at this unclean heretic -
"...Ann, Anlena, Anlena Bellona...I called." She began to stutter. , and at the same time felt that his soul was struggling with strong ambivalence and dizziness, "I..." "Good day, Ms. Bellona." The strange creature opposite said to her in an extremely soft and elegant tone, he The Gothic language was the noblest, most standard, and most poetic she had ever heard, as if every word was reciting a hymn to the most beautiful things in the world, "I think you are the bath director here. "
"Yes, yes...I...my team and I are responsible for cleaning and water supply...I mean, good day, my lord!"
"Oh, that's right," she heard the tall, muddy statue tell her kindly, "your original masters, Ptolemion Saralon and Captain Aeneas, well, they are all Okay, he's a guest at our place. Now look." He turned sideways and lifted up his long, dirty hair. Only then did the female supervisor realize that it was dirty hair and not sure if it was black hair, not the cloak she thought. ——Revealing a small part of the extremely pale, starvingly thin, scarred and dirty body.
Ms. Anlena’s heart throbbed for some reason. She has a son and a daughter, and the eldest son is just about to reach adulthood——
“…You need me ...What should we do?" Her team members dared not say anything in anger, "I can't betray..." Their faces showed a look of resignation.
"Nothing extra required, madam, I just want you to provide us with complete bathing services and work as usual. Is there any problem?"
"This...this No problem. That's what we were going to do, my lord."
"Very good." Anlena saw that the beautiful god hidden in the mud was facing the Astartes who started to become restless and commotion like a group of birds or furry animals behind them. They looked fierce and fierce, "Tower Los, assign guards and bathing personnel to each group, and then begin to take off their armor."
Lami Zane glanced at the crowd who looked at him longingly.
(*Hey! The Vision of Omens is not for you to use like this!!!)
"Well... Sai, Lufrix, Makutian, you three Go wash yourself up first, and then I need you to wash my hair."
Seventy-three vicious eyes stabbed at the three lucky dogs like the sharpest skinning knives.
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* Digression, Since it is not easy to collect data, the models and descriptions of the imperial ships used in this work mainly refer to the descriptions related to the Gothic Fleet game setting and the Imperial Navy. If there are conflicts with the descriptions of some novels, book friends can think of them as they like ( Hello)
(End of this chapter)