Chapter 345: Mass-producing some rare workers to increase production capacity
The Black Templars’ fanaticism was curbed by the sacred events that happened one after another, but their emotions of fighting and sacrificing themselves remained undiminished. Anti-increase.
At first, they saw their lost and suffering genetic father, with his remaining remains nailed into this golden cage, stand up.
His mind, which has been too far away from them to understand what the heirs are going to do, seems to have some understanding that they are going to launch a never-returning atonement for him with such a powerful being as the original body. The battle with salvation.
The golden mechanical giant reaches out his hands towards his descendants. The metal death mask and the surrounding electronic muscle bundles make him look like a combination of ancient statues and distant technology.
Then, an incredible sight enveloped the eyes of the blessed.
Brother Atreus was the first to come and claim against Priest Geratos.
“I heard it. He knelt before the Lord and the priest. With a soft and dreamy tone.
“I saw it, brother priest, I know our sin now. , our pride is our sin, I see our atonement, this is what I saw in the vision. ”
Caleb and Geratos looked at each other.
While this was neither the Pillar of Bones nor the incense- and honor-flanked chapel of their own Nemesis, the location and setting of the Holy Land was not what made it.
This is the edge of the Star Torch, the farthest point that the God-Emperor can see - the God-Emperor is still watching the Black Templars, they firmly believe it.
"Tell me about the vision you saw." The priest said.
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So they put on Atreus the ancient consecrated black armor smeared with sacred oil, and the huge black long sword was delivered into his hands, The golden laurel wreath shone softly on his helmet.
"Atreus, you are the Crusader Champion of our expedition, you will..."
But Geratos's blessing ceremony was not over yet, and another brother knelt down and claimed that he had received the revelation of a divine vision.
At first the priest was furious, thinking it was out of unforgivable jealousy or other emotions, "Even if we are filled with so much anger at what happened to Saint Donne, we must not allow ourselves to deviate from His right path! ”
But one after another, until Caleb and Geratos themselves fell into confused dreams.
They saw how their father was abducted by their old enemy, and how he endured humiliation and endured the heavy burden to preserve a trace of his own will. Until they met them, for a more noble goal, the holy Dorne was willing to make himself a human being and become great again. cornerstone.
How dare they arrogantly demand such a selfless and great father with their own narrow speculation!
Pride and stubbornness are their sins. They need to atone for this and serve their most intolerable enemy and protect their holy father. The atonement expedition will be the only way for them to redeem themselves. , their ascetic practices to wash away the stains of blindness and arrogance.
For this reason, they even received an unprecedented honor to once again ensure that the faith of everyone in this crusade will never be shaken by anything they encounter.
The Black Templars put down their weapons and burst into tears as they looked at the holy remains of the Gene Father, who stood silently above and stretched out his hands towards them. "We will obey!"
Rich sacred hymns blasted from the loudspeakers.
"The Black Templars never refuse a challenge!"
"For atonement! For you! The Emperor on the throne! For you! Holy Dorne!"
They sang in the wild joy of being shown the way, weeping in their helmets.
“All of us will make atonement here. As champions, we swear to endure all strange looks, endure the test of the mind of serving the enemy, obtain lofty forgiveness with our ultimate asceticism, and protect our holy father until The day when the glorious mountain formation returns to its true owner.”
Magna was pleasantly surprised to find that the stop gesture he made when he stood up to ask them to come back seemed to be really effective. This noisy group of black people seemed to be on the edge of "Fight! Have fun!" and "Go fight! Have fun fighting!" The children suddenly became quiet and gathered around him again with tears in their eyes, letting him touch their heads and weapons one by one.
Hey, that’s good. Well, I’ll touch them, each one’s head.
……? Why are you crying and kissing my hand? ...Forget it, considering how settled they are now, this is not a big deal.
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Lami Zane, as he has always said to others, he used to be just a librarian with ataxia. He is proficient in all kinds of incredible warfare or subspace skills here, and his outstanding performance among the Night Lords is partly (in Lamizane's opinion) because Konrad Curze "transferred" part of his authority and power and "lent" him , with the curiosity of a naughty boy, an observer, and a cold-blooded hunter all at once.
Fortunately, in the end (he thought), he impressed the midnight ghost with his sincerity, politeness, and superb smoothing and verbal skills, and successfully brought the person back to the area where he can think and communicate normally - God knows! He just realized that he had to cheer up and work hard to settle everything, otherwise what if his soul was eaten by Curze? Or is it impossible to get help from this master of omens? ! Then he would definitely not be able to come back and touch his Perturabo with his own hands!
Who could have guessed how eager he was to come back and enjoy the ideal retirement life of "dogs working and people watching the theater"!
I worked hard to become a librarian just to lie down!
Not here to work!
I hope that I can lie down every day, eat delicious food, drink coffee, and pet the dog to sleep, and then get up and paint handmade chess pieces before going to the sand table in the Hall of the Twelve Temples to deduce deductions with everyone...
Therefore, the unrest must be dealt with promptly! Black Templar... Anyway, we were all Imperial Fists 10,000 years ago. It doesn't matter if we add another team to the Iron-Blooded, right?
To be honest, the method of displaying omens and hallucinations in the consciousness that Cozz had used to help him understand the future was really useful to temporarily spread false revelations...
< br>The soul floating on the ceiling made a guilty movement and looked around. The one on the Golden Throne should not come to collect copyright fees. After all, he does not have the first legal department in the universe nor the first taxation agency in the universe... …
But to be honest, can you really use the scenes you read in history books to create an accurate set?
I didn’t say that.
You Black Templars seem to be a little easy to deceive.
Great, we have secured for Pepe and Magna such a large group of Imperial Space Marines with their own equipped ships and identities that can still be used! The more people working, the better! As long as there are enough people who work consciously, one day I can completely retire, fish, walk the dog, and do crafts!
...By the way, can I use this method to tell them that I am back? ! Yes!
The soul of someone who suddenly reacted happily rushed back to the room where the body of the Fourth Primarch was kept.
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Behind the distant curtain, although the Demon Army of Tzeentch is still at its peak, the other three supreme heavenly beings have also gained a lot. At least, new boundaries and balance have been formed again.
(End of this chapter)