Chapter 346 I’m ashamed, I just did some trivial things
“So.” The black and white plush tyrant’s mouth was tightly closed, and his dark brown almond eyes were staring at someone.
His paw pressed against the automatic recording data pad, and the panel of the data pad made a suspicious creaking sound.
The person who had just finished telling what he had done was relieved and began to wear one of the theoretically strongest weapons in the galaxy - Perturabo's LOGOS. There was a "puddle" effect like soft mercury, and he began to collapse on the special huge sofa with a happy face, spreading the Fourth Primarch's own body flat.
“These contents—are these the big things you did after you ran away?”
"No, no, it's not a big deal. I didn't conquer any powerful worlds and I didn't fight any wars worth bragging about... I'm ashamed. I just did some trivial things. Ah, fortunately, I returned smoothly as soon as the stasis stance was lifted. It’s here.”
Mr. Lamizane Carosini sighed again, compressing the stale air from deep in the demigod’s chest and inhaling the new fresh air in the room.
“Hey...it’s still comfortable here, the quiet room, the comfortable sofa, the familiar smell of dog fur, the familiar smell of paper ink and Reca coffee. It would be better if everyone was here...Pepe Honey, when can we go back to the Destiny Steel? My spine tells me that they need my own bed. Isn't it over with Magna? Also, where is Master Kadu'er?" br>
The black-and-white dog straightened his body and stared at his body, which was already beginning to feel drowsy, with eyes that would make any Iron Warrior immediately start the final revolving door and reflect on what he had done wrong.
Obviously, the other party did not receive it at all. He just raised his eyelids and looked at his erect ears and bright eyes. Then he began to admire and praise him as "the most handsome and beautiful Perturabo in the world." How can you be so cute and perfect, you are the best dog in the world, Perturabo.”
Finally, the Primarch Bianmu let out a cold snort from his throat, reluctantly jumped out of his fearless cockpit and walked over, putting his head on the giant's arm, and then skillfully placed a big hand on his head and back. Rubbing the dog's soft fur and ears on the mane of his neck, they didn't speak for a while.
——Angron Petra, who was sitting in the same office holding a tea cup and watching the whole process coldly, commented on this situation, “I don’t think I should make any disturbing noise. I should be here, I should be on the bridge, spending a pleasant afternoon with my captain's lady and sons, why should I kindly stay here and prepare for a fight, thinking that a dog and a man will start to fight? "< br>
Fortunately, there was finally a new piece of information that saved the Twelfth Primarch from this situation in time.
The Astartes Veterans Task Force Tactical Team sent by the Destiny Steel to the Desert Ark is about to arrive.
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Magna Dorn raised her gauntlet, which had become increasingly golden due to too much rubbing of the black helmet, and finally touched the helmet of the apothecary brother who cried and said that he had never thought of having such an honor and was so excited. ——Yes, when Lamizane unskilledly imitated Curze's display skills, due to hearsay or insufficient understanding of the Black Templar tradition, he took it for granted and indiscriminately gave the sacred blessings to all the Black Templar monks present. Collective Illusion -
After all, the chain of inference of the Librarian Mr. Carosini is as follows: It is difficult to convince the fanatical Black Templars by following the usual logic - but as long as they are the Emperor and the Emperor's Champion, they will definitely Unwilling to refuse - and the Emperor's Champion himself absolutely trusts the instructions given in visions - he can even ignore the orders of his superiors, and his superiors and Chapter usually believe that the Emperor's Champion only needs to serve that higher guide - As long as they all think that they are the Emperor's Champions, they can all settle down easily and there will be no need to bother explaining later! Perfect! Just do it! As a result, not even the technical sergeant brothers and pharmacist brothers were left behind.
According to tradition, an expeditionary force usually only carries a set of blessed black armor of the faith and a black sword - as we all know, an Emperor's Champion completes his After the mission of this battle, the Sword Brothers and Commander will go to the battlefield to respectfully retrieve the dead champion's black armor and black sword - if this team is lucky enough to retrieve it from the treasure house of the Eternal Expedition. If you apply for and carry a black sword.
After all, with the exception of the first champion, the great Sigismund, who fought for the Emperor for more than a thousand years, few subsequent Emperor champions survived the battle in which he was inspired. .
Generally speaking, every Black Templar monk who receives apocalyptic visions understands the significance of the sacrifice, and they all regard it as what they must pay as Black Templar warriors to avenge the Emperor and win the victory for Dorne. Paying the price with blood, and taking it with joy, after becoming the Emperor's Champion, they violently charged into the enemy ranks and brandished their weapons.
There are only ten black swords in the public imperial records. After thousands of years of war, despite every battle, the Black Templars will try their best to recover and repair the Armor of Faith and the black sword. , but they still may only have seven or eight left - because one of them is almost certain to have never been returned to the Death Watch.
So it is quite obvious that in this expeditionary crusade that suddenly became the champions collectively, the Armor of Faith is definitely not enough, and the black sword is nowhere to be seen - since they traveled here through subspace, they must Retribution can only do so by opening up all the inventory in the armory to the champions.
Of course, this situation of not being able to hold the Armor of Faith and the Black Sword and being recognized as the Emperor's Champion is not unheard of in the chapter's records, and has even happened more than once.
Therefore, with the priest Geratos reciting glorious history and hymns loudly in the background, they decided to ask the holy relics of Holy Donne to bless each piece of armor and weapons - yes, they have It was determined that what was contained in this golden mechanical humanoid coffin was the sacred remains of Dorne that the Imperial Fists and their disciples had been searching for for eight thousand years. Although they were controlled by the evil wizard and the original body of Chaos, what he had just shown The ability to guide the God Emperor's gaze to each of them is enough to explain everything.
Even though he was made into such a... suffering existence, Dorne is still there! Didn't give in!
As soon as they think of this, the blood boils in the two strengthened hearts of each of them.
Never give in! Their expeditionary force will accept any evil and blasphemous challenge! Salvation in their penitential penance!
Everyone is filled with divine enthusiasm and power, and the newly stamped red wax purity mark is floating on the surface of their power armor.
Of course, at this time they still don’t know how powerful a challenge they will encounter.
(End of this chapter)