Chapter 349 What did those devils do to you
The first time Geratos joined the Black Templars as a new blood was more than two centuries ago, in this dark galaxy. After fighting for the God-Emperor for nearly a century, he earned the honor of donning the skull visor and training to become a spiritual guide, a preacher of the Emperor's wrath during the Eternal Crusade.
Since he met Caleb, he watched this enthusiastic monk join the Brotherhood of Swords with difficulty, until he became the castle master, leading the expedition company aboard the Necessary Retribution, preparing to fight against Nearly another month has passed before the main fleet of the Black Templars, where the Eternal Crusade is located, has gathered together or to see if it can support the Helsreach Crusade launched by Hermit Master Grimaldus on Armageddon. Throughout the century.
The scarlet energy surging out from behind the torn curtain was like a craze of pus and blood from the decay of the dark body, and the Nemesis, which was sailing in the subspace, was involved in supernatural waves and fog. Not only Disrupting space also disrupted their time.
After experiencing a series of frightening moments, they rushed back into the real universe before Geller's position collapsed, and then discovered that the entire ship and its crew had been thrown past Armiger. Duodun was thrown across the Great Rift, across the entire star field, and appeared on the edge of the Calixis star field.
At first, they were so frustrated that they might have completely missed the Halesridge expedition that they came to Wandering Port in a hurry rather than step by step and landed in person to ask for supplies - now it seems that everything is the will of the God-Emperor, and in His With eternal gaze meeting destiny to guide, the crew of the Nemesis now had a crusade of their own - one they named the Crusade of the Saint's Redemption, and which earned them the honor of becoming the Emperor's Champions.
Everyone is divinely inspired.
As a member of the Priest Brotherhood, Geratos has a more clear understanding than other members: undoubtedly, this expedition will leave most or all of them forever. Here, he wouldn't be the only one to die in this battle. And the expedition they participated in will be an extremely important page even in the history of the human empire.
With such awareness, he gently moved the black armor that had just been maintained by the technical sergeants and servitors on the way to the room where the Demon Lord and Holy Dorn were. His genetically enhanced sense of smell The organ can smell the ink on the parchment covered with the front and back of the power armor, the red wax on the purity mark, the holy oil on the weapon that has just been maintained, and the skin on the skin when the attendants installed the power armor on him. The stench of sweat.
Geratos wore a bone-white robe over his black armor. He slightly tightened his artificial muscles. The neural interface on the black carapace transmitted familiar shock pulses. The servo motor joints were operating well. He Taking a deep breath, he put aside the glory of every past expedition and victory written on the parchment, and strode forward.
"I am Geratos of the Black Temple, here for the Passion Saint, come to accept the challenge of any fate!"
The electronic eyes of the two iron ring soldiers guarding the door flashed at the priest. With a few clicks and a confirming beep, the abominations gave way to him, a gap large enough for an Astartes to pass through.
With the sound of the air-tight lock, the door slid open smoothly to the side.
All the sounds, smells, sights and sounds in the room were directed towards Geratos.
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Six hours later, when the Atreus brothers had taken the other two to the Wandering Port to begin their ascetic journey of atonement, Lord Kaleb received a notification from the Desert Ark.
"Black Templar? Come and pick up your priest."
An ominous premonition immediately enveloped the heart of the castle owner like a haze.
He took his pharmacist brother and waited in the hangar of the Nemesis. Then he received a Geratos he never thought he would see like this.
A completely lost priest who has almost lost his soul and has no reaction to the outside world except muttering confessional verses.
"On the throne of the God-Emperor!" Caleb shouted. "What have those devils done to you? My brother!"
Geratos was not wearing a helmet , so everyone saw that the pastor’s rich sapphire-like eyes, which were always full of surging faith and fanatical anger, now lost their former fierce brilliance. He looked at Caleb blankly and blankly, as if his soul had been sucked out. .
Finally, he moved, then convulsed, struggled, bounced and howled miserably, like a mortal suffering from severe epilepsy. Caleb could barely hold down the frantic Gerato. Si, until two other monks came to hold him down and asked the pharmacist to inject him with the maximum dose of sedative medicine, Geratos gained a moment of peace with a tired look.
Caleb grasped his weapon tightly, and the ozone of the power field dispersed in the air, but he must endure. Patience is also a virtue of redemption and asceticism - Holy Donne was previously guided by the Demon King. The instructions given to them through the projection circuit in the helmet not to engage in action, exchange fire, provocation, etc. still shone clearly at the edge of his retina.
"What happened to Geratos?! What happened?! What did you do to him?!"
The person who sent Geratos back to the Nemesis was a man wearing fine workmanship Terminator armor The... emblem on the shoulder armor is a bit like the Silver Skull Chapter, but not exactly the same. Caleb intuitively thought that he should be a disguised Iron Warrior, but he was not the same as those Caleb had killed. The twisted and miserable Chaos Traitor is very different.
This particularly pale-skinned Astartes has neatly combed black hair, and thinly pigmented blue eyes dotted on a handsome face with very light scars, making him stand out in the silver. The Terminator armor looks more refined, elegant, deadly and dangerous in the package, like a well-maintained and exquisite high-tech firearm, with a cold and deadly beauty. The ribbon on the Terminator's chest is even engraved like imperial customs. He learned the name of the owner of the power armor: Aharin.
"My master has come to tell you that he is fine." The heretic spoke. His voice was unexpectedly normal. It could even be said to be a soft and pleasant baritone after deliberate practice. It is very suitable for a person. The kind where you announce the names of dishes for a gorgeous banquet or read a bedtime book to the host. "He may have just suffered a big impact in a short period of time and crashed. It's more likely that his psychic sensitivity is much higher than he actually thought."
"It's nothing serious. ? Do you know how pure and tenacious Geratos’ faith and soul are? ”
The heretic Astartes opposite seemed to have seriously considered how to answer Caleb.
"Your pastor actually... I must say that he worked hard to some extent at the beginning. But there is one thing I'm not sure about, so I sent him back specifically to ask you, Can his eyes see something that other people can't see? Or can he feel something that other people can't? Is it just him?"
He looked back at the other person's pale ice-blue eyes alertly, and those eyes stared at him without fear or emotion.
Finally, the unexpected visitor nodded.
“I got it.”
(End of this chapter)