Chapter 308 You are the angels of the God Emperor, right?
"Oh... So, child, I have listened to your story. First of all, the humility you insist on is indeed a classical virtue, But virtue first needs the right soil. If you are unable to do so, it is understandable to be alone. But if you still have the ability, go to a position that can better display your virtues and spread and demonstrate virtues to more people to continue to realize it. and embody more humility."
The voice of the fearless mecha was strangely calm and reassuring. He walked over and asked the servants to take over the government affairs working in this temporary office hall... Well. ...The talents continued to bring in some newly replenished water and more documents.
"...Lord Macarion." Ptolemion lowered his eyes. The fearless elder has been accompanying him to work here...how long...? There was no clock here, so he didn't know, but Ptolemion felt that a few weeks might have passed, and Lamizane had told Markarian before that it only takes twenty-one days for humans to "adapt" to certain habits and feelings. The cycle can be developed.
But the company champion of the Origin Chapter did not know this.
In the only light in this darkness and the endless paperwork, he has gradually become accustomed to having fearless company by his side, and has begun to constantly talk to Markarian, whose humorous, loving, considerate and straightforward language makes him As the company champion began to mutter to himself, the burden on him gradually became less and less unknowingly.
"So... it would be better for them if I agreed to serve as the temporary commander when the third company does not have a commander? Maybe... maybe I should indeed play more of a role here. Effect..." Ptolemion did not express his thoughts or tell anyone, but he knew that his companions still have such expectations for him - otherwise there would be no one who is working hard by his side now. The other two Origin Chapter Space Marines in Bijishu.
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Penatus himself was not sure why he came, but his premonition and worry about Ptolemion prompted him to become the first A man who agreed to walk out of his cell to do hard labor for these heretics, and Laris - he was probably just worried about Penateus' physical condition.
But does this situation count as hard labor... Oh, Emperor, you must concentrate your thoughts, a new wave of data flow impact is coming, Penates can feel the mosaic The nerve interface on the back of his neck is starting to get hot. It has been very hot due to too much data being input in a short period of time, but Markarian, who is responsible for guarding them and others...the elder, is still very considerate. Got him some small bags filled with ice cubes.
Although Penates had heard a lot about the eternal enemies of the Empire, the deeds of evil heretics and how to fight against them, and not to believe anything they said, his recent increasingly frequent headaches and dizziness made it more difficult to stick to them. , and Elder Mackarion was really, really different from any Unholy Heretic he had ever known and fought against...but he was also unlike any of the young Space Marines he had ever come into contact with. An Imperial Space Marine is also very different.
Penatus doesn’t know how to describe in words the feeling that this chaotic fearlessness gives him, because not only he and Laris were both selected in the draft when they were eight and a half years old, but they were both orphan.
The closest feeling he could think of might be the bed with nothing but a simple quilt in a small single room in the Chapter's monastery, or the first time when a cruel battle finally ended. The heat you feel when you sink into the bath.
A part of his heart felt painful and frightened by the warmth and weakness that he should not experience.
But at the edge of the galaxy where even the light of the star torch cannot shine, his prayers and confessions went unanswered.
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“I’m sorry, sir, my parents are not here today. Dad is out teaching others how to read, write and pray, and my mother has gone to work in the hydroponic room.”
The little girl was wrapped in a big dirty blanket, carefully opened the door a crack, hugged her toy doll, and tried to raise her head to look at the tall being that blocked all the light at the door of her small room.
This strange visitor was too wide and too tall, blocking all the light entering the room. She had never seen the strong, spiked precious metal armor on his body, and the sound of the machine soul working could be heard from deep inside. The crackling noise didn't sound very healthy, but it was very strong. It was stronger and older than any voice of a machine spirit she had ever heard. It was telling the girl something that she couldn't understand in the vast sea of stars that lasted for centuries. battles and memories. "Um... I'm sorry, sir? If you are here to find your parents, then I can tell you where to find them... If you are here to take me for refuge, then my mother told me that you must tell them and My name will do..."
"I have been ordered to bring all home children and adults in the southern neighborhoods to designated shelters." The voice behind the breathing grid rumbled back, sounding like the roar of some kind of deep beast, but okay. , Tora is not particularly afraid of him, although the eyepiece he looks at her is blood red, cold and ruthless, with the meaning of death and torture - because those machine spirits are telling her that now she does not need to be afraid, "Tora La Psyche, born seven gray winters ago, female, eldest daughter of Joshua Psyche and Mary Psyche."
"Yes, sir, this is me"<. br>
"Well, now put on your protective gear and follow me, Tora Psyche."
"Okay, I'll pack it up right away... Sir, sir? What should I call you? "
"..." There was silence for a long time from behind the tooth-shaped breathing grid, and then a distorted voice came out, "Serion," she heard him say, "Serion. .”
"Okay, Mr. SI-Serion." The girl stretched out a bandaged hand from the lice-infested blanket, trotted and grasped the huge chain hanging from the traitor Astartes' belt. The Butcher peels the hook so that he can follow the opponent's huge footsteps.
"You are wearing such thick iron and metal. This must be the armor in heroic legends! You are not afraid of the nasty sand at all! Sir, you must be very rich and very powerful! I read in the book But - you are the angels of the God Emperor, right? Dad always says at the end of his prayers that you will come to save us one day."
"...It looks like this. The angel was a little shy. He didn't answer Torah's question, and the words he didn't say disappeared into the howling wind with a gnashing of teeth.
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“Brilliant. With such a big open space and so many wonderful people, it would be a real crime to leave the place barren. !" Sitting in the office of Regent Gallus, Lamizane finally finalized the outline of the eleven six-year planning goals. “I really can’t wait to see them implemented successfully.”
(*Why are you so skilled? You don't really have anything to do with *that* Guilliman, do you?)
"My gratitude is beyond words, my lord." The old man stood with the same excitement. On the side, "I...I don't know how to describe it, but I am too."
"But..."
The regent and the attendants and clerks summoned in the room His heart was raised again, "Sir?"
"We have another problem that we will encounter soon and need to solve in person..."
(*If you can’t solve this, your plan will still be in vain (laughter) and I don’t think you can solve it with a bunch of weak farmers and fire sticks and a boatload of prisoners. Please beg me to use my power earlier. Let me take you away, and I may be merciful and consider it)
"Shut up - oh, no, no, I'm not talking about you, Regent, I mean, first of all, we have to do this..."
(End of this chapter)