Chapter 331: New Life
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This chapter contains some descriptions of childbirth scenes. Imperial citizens and big steamed buns who cannot accept it should not read it
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The guild of the state religion Astropaths of Thesaguarsa all accepted the test of the Lord of the Night after the banquet on the Day of Germination (referring to lining up in order to walk past the Lord of the Night and his divine beast messengers) in front of you), and then start training in categories according to the final development results of psychic strength, self-control ability and void skills.
Now, Bishop Sandra proudly reports that their planet has 35,112 psykers with combat level Iota I and above and 24,982 psykers. The psychic strength is above Zeta level Z, which is enough for psykers to attempt astrological communication - considering that they only have a total population of 10 million from infants to old people, and according to the data of Regent Gallus, they can also " Disposal of babies with mutations and out-of-control conditions that are too severe - the proportions are very, very alarming.
And the survivors on this planet, except for psykers, have been proven to now generally have negative psionic levels lower than Sigma Σ level but higher than ordinary people, and even a team of Φ level negative psionic powers can even be assembled. Psychic age person - a very remarkable statistical and training achievement, but Lamizane was not in the mood to reply to the ground with words of appreciation at this time, because something big happened on the Cursed Echo.
Octavia—or in other words, Lady Eurydice of the Melvalion family, is going to be a mother!
The First Claws who came after hearing the news were already standing at the edge of the hall, like a buzzing ceramite and fine gold barrier composed of skulls, lightning and night.
She was experiencing huge labor pains, her black hair was wet with sweat, and her head maid - this mutant maid had just boldly trespassed and informed the bridge that she was currently whispering. Shivering while trying to tend to her mistress.
"Normally I would consider this fetus to be full term and healthy." Valiel put away the tools on his medical gauntlets under the burning gazes of a group of mortals and Astartes.
"But..."
Septimus's expression became visibly tense, Talos thought a little sourly, this lucky bastard... He was still his exclusive one before. Where are the slave technicians and Thunderhawk pilots! Well, he is indeed very talented, and he is good at living, repairing, and arranging the room in an orderly manner... And not everyone can do the effect of a single-player Astarte Eagle out of a mortal Valkyrie. Arrive... But as Octavia's painful moans began to turn into screams, the lucky bastard quickly escalated Talos' inner curse to "Curse the uncontrollable bastard for actually doing this to us." "Shameful thieves and thieves" who steal the treasures from the ship.
If their genetic father had not been present at this moment, Talos was sure that he could have punched Septimus's handsome and unshaven face, and then kicked him, causing him to fall. Finally, a combat boot stepped on the throat of the cabin wall...
"But what? Valiel." The soft and lazy hiss of the Lord of the Night pulled the soul hunter from his pleasant vision. Returning to reality, he looked around. Cerion smiled half-heartedly and Ciel quietly gestured to him - well, they all knew.
"But given that my work subjects and experimental embryos do not include such mortal, naturally occurring, and completely natural childbirth situations, I can only say that I will try my best, my lord."
" It means that you have never delivered a child to a mortal and have no experience as an obstetrician and gynecologist, so you are actually very nervous, right?”
(*I could tell it earlier! This kid! Although he looks the same as him. Teachers are like shit ("Don't say bad words!" (*But Octavia said it too!)), but if he was so insensitive he wouldn't have followed Talos out)
" Okay, I believe you can handle any emergency situation with your ability, don’t worry.”
Septimus blinked uneasily because of the meaning of this sentence, he seemed to want to say. What.
At this time, the mother stopped him with her eyes, and then breathed out with difficulty between contractions, "Your Highness?"
"Eurydice of Melvalion, I am here."
"Is it because your great power cannot see the outcome of my birth? Or," she struggled to squeeze out an ugly smile on her pale lips, "I will have a dystocia and he will have no future. , or just keep this child?"
"No! Eurydice!" Septimus couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to her side, holding her hand and looking at it in panic. In the Navigator's Hall, he is as majestic as the god who falls in the dark night.
“No.” Lamizane shook his head. The black and white cat paced solemnly at the Lord of the Night’s feet, raising its huge fluffy tail. “It’s not that, it’s your child. , Eurydice, Colossus (Septimus' eyes widened at the name) Do you really want to listen?"
"Yes... Your Highness... ahhhhh!" The woman tried her best to be decent but couldn't help crying. Her nails dug tightly into the arm of the man next to her, "I, I can feel it. He's about to come out... He's about to come out...!"
Valier's calm and cruel voice sounded at the right time, "Well, your heart rate and hormone indicators are good, and the fetus is in the left occiput anterior position. , the pelvis has begun to expand, and the cervix is four fingers - eight mortal fingers wide, continue to exert force."
"It's okay, well, the main thing is that his lifeline is gradually beginning to be established at this moment, and he is destined to be more. The idea of a godfather and joining the Legion Astartes troubles me."
The woman's eyes widened, as did the man's. "But he..."
"Yes, he is the son of a mortal and a navigator...but it is very, very rare that he inherits your navigator qualifications while fully healthy. Of course, I promised you that his future will be decided by himself. "
The woman began to breathe heavily, and her uterine cramps had reached a very frequent level. Valier had covered her with a surgical drape as instructed, but everyone could smell that the air was getting heavier and heavier. The strong fresh blood, amniotic fluid, intrauterine pheromones and other smells - this is both familiar and unfamiliar to the murderous Night Lords.
“I never thought it would be like this.” Makutian looked at the woman giving birth in awe and whispered to Selion next to him, who pursed his lips and stared at the hall intently. center, but his clenched hands betrayed his inner self. "Come on Makutian, shut up, you have at least met your mother."
"Oh." The heavy bomb poet closed his mouth, Ursus laughed, his face looked at The peace of the past gradually returns to the birth of new life.
"But his eyes! Ah!" Octavia arched her body and began her final struggle.
Valier's steady voice sounded, "You can see the top of the head of the fetus, push hard! It will come out soon!"
"His eyes! Your Highness!" With a scream, the navigator's belly opened to the naked eye. It could be seen that it was deflated and there was hot liquid flowing on the ground. Valier began to pick up the prepared medical wipes and wipe the child.
"This is my dilemma," the Lord of the Night hissed softly, and his black and white cat summoned beast jumped onto the woman's birth bed. It seemed a little overwhelmed, but with his own The tip of his nose touched her carefully, "He has the power of a navigator, but he has no mutant characteristics - he does not have a third eye, in both of his eyes, yes. Perfect present vision and subspace control, Tower Los will be his gene seed provider, and his godfather is someone else. As long as he is willing, the new Eighth Legion will be his refuge."
The Dark Eyes of the Lord of the Night and the Navigator's. Their eyes met in the air, and they both knew what this prophecy meant.
Finally, the woman nodded tiredly.
"You are right, Your Highness, he can only be from the Eighth Legion, and he must be an Astartes."
She put her hands on the face of the fetus who was being held over, and looked at it lovingly and sadly. He looked at him, put his lips on the cheek of Septimus who was at a loss, and hugged them tightly.
"Your Highness."
Eurydice made one final inquiry before the others quietly left the hall one by one, leaving space for the family of three.
“What do you want to know?”
"What's his name?"
The black and white long-haired cat licked the child's eyes, and then ran back to the Lord of the Night's shoulders nimbly.
“Although Decimus is also the name of the general, I think I can give him a more suitable name for his godfather. —— Yago Adefossus would be His name."
" Yago Adfusos." The mother nodded, "Thank you, Your Highness."
responded.
Then the air-tight lock of the hatch closed.
(End of this chapter)