Chapter 372: From Thrift to Luxury
Priest Geratos opened his eyes in his personal cabin.
The genetically modified biological clock in the Space Marine's body told him that he had slept for almost three hours, and the time had reached around four o'clock the next morning - of course, the time assigned to each soldier on the Destiny Steel Not only does the dormitory have a beautiful artificial lumen window, but there is also an all-in-one alarm clock and other equipment in the room, so it is impossible to get the time wrong - it is said that this is all design and decoration requirements from the "Chapter Master" .
Yes, although Caleb, Geratos and all other Black Templars warriors now know who the "Chapter Master" refers to, perhaps it is inherited from the Primarch or Some weird and awkward attributes of the Black Knights lead them to prefer to refer to the Lord of the Iron Warriors as "Your Majesty the Chapter Master" or "His Royal Highness Carosini" when possible——
Ah ! O Emperor! Shine our light! When I think about serving the master of this name, my thoughts are like being tormented in fire and boiling oil. I ask for your light and teachings to relieve my sorrow and troubles...
The priest got up from his bed, first knelt down on his knees, and performed his morning private prayer on the rough stone floor beside the bed - in order to achieve the goal of Pastor Geratos, "I want to be like in the monastery." "Praying under the conditions" desire, a team of engineering-specialized Castellan soldiers painted with the gears of the armory and the logo of the fortress stepped forward and took the order.
The entire floor modification process took a total of thirteen minutes - about ten of which were spent on explaining that they were not here to blast the priest of Geratos to a pulp and hold down the stress. After about a minute, they came to replace the large piece of synthetic ceramic floor next to his bed with marble that was specially polished to a sufficiently rough surface. They also replaced his bedside lamp with a candlestick using handmade candles.
It is said that His Royal Highness Carosini heard this small wish at the time, and after assigning a team of Castellan engineering soldiers to come, he commented on it with an interesting saying, "This is not a detachment." Pants...", but no one knows what it means. Maybe he means that no one wears trousers during morning prayers?
But from the perspective of Geratos' observation, he has indeed been surprised by the tolerance of His Highness - look, now there are people gathered under the command of the man wearing black and white furs There were so many warriors from different bloodlines, legion cultures and times, but he did not strictly discipline or even use various means to write what he needed into their books as any warrior who had ever served thought. mind and brawn, in order to transform them into an Iron Warrior-like warrior that perfectly fits the requirements of his black-and-white plush tyrant alter ego.
Black and white fluffy tyrant.
Black and white fluff.
Fuzz.
O the glory of the saints on Terra!
Geratos did not want to recall and describe again when the Emperor's Champions of the Black Templars entered the audience hall for the first time, and they were filled with excitement as they ascended the throne with their dear father. His reaction when he saw the Iron Lord's majestic body and unexpectedly saw a black and white dog head appearing inside a Contemptor Dreadnought.
They did not rush forward chanting Dorne's name, fighting tooth and nail against what at any time in the past had seemed to them an outright heresy, alien, and filthy psionic sorcery mixture. The only reason is that they, including Geratos himself, all remembered the clearest revelation given to the priest:
"Go to the Destined Steel and see the Lord of Iron and Blood. Go and ask for the help of the man in black and white fur. He will be able to help you! He will be able to grant your wishes! Serve him! Then Rogal Dorn will be able to help you. Can come back to the world! Then the world will become the promised land of honey and milk! Then the wall will finally rise again as the new temple of the knight! Go and ask him to form a new unbreakable wall with us!"
And all the monks and brothers at that time saw the clear-directed sacred light emanating from the cracked icon.
At the time, Geratos thought it was some kind of emphasis on the importance of this prophecy, but when he saw this strange fearless body with a buzz in his mind, he suddenly realized: This will make The miracle which was seen by all was meant to serve as a powerful and absolute corroboration of the preacher's sermon, lest he should at this moment be torn to pieces by his angry brethren.
Our kind master!
Praising the name of the Father of Genes devoutly for the last time, Geratos ended his prayer and then stood up. Not surprisingly, his knees had been rubbed red by the rough stone ground. These slight The stinging pain did make him feel a real sense of relief - the iron-blooded ship now known as the Destiny Steel made him suspect that he had entered some kind of illusion every day.
He meditated and walked into the shower room. The sensor that detected his entry turned the highly transparent shower room into an opaque milky white color. Afterwards, he was rinsed all over the body with a suitable water temperature, as well as the blowing of negative ion hot and cold air and the moisturizer. After a series of procedures such as the anointing of antiseptic holy oil, he was completely renewed, and at the same time he felt that he was completely free of the heavy and doubtful thoughts he had when he just woke up.
Then he walked into the cubicle next to him. During a tune that he had never heard before, but it did sound like the binary hymn of Ohm Messiah, some mechanical arms and robots protruded from the wall. Flexible mechanical tendrils, each holding or grasping a component of his Priest Power Armor. Geratos stood on the designated mark and spread his arms.
Then with the smooth operation of the servo motor, these silver mechanical arms with warning stripes quickly and accurately put on his priest power armor. Compared with His former faithful Chapter servants aboard the Nemesis probably only spent less than a tenth of the time, and this was because Geratos insisted that his power armor and weapons needed to be fully listened to a hymn. .
With the skull helmet covering his face again, Geratos stepped out of the compartment, and before going out, he reached out to hold his power staff one last time - well, it was full of energy and well maintained. The aggressive machine spirit responded to him animatedly.
very good.
Everything was pleasant and full of expectations.
The Sons of Dorne must maintain their glory on that sacred battlefield!
Just this morning!
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About sixty minutes later.
Iron - in front of the officers' mess of the Destiny Steel.
"How is the battle going?! Those of the second company who are still judged to be alive immediately move closer to me! Form a dispersed attack spearhead team! Are the feint attack and heavy firepower teams in place!"
Gerato Si was chanting hymns and the teachings of Donne feverishly from his loudspeaker.
“Today, members of the 1st Company and the 14th Legion are responsible for the defense! They are very tenacious!”
"Oh, the tenacity of the Son of Dorne will not be lost to anyone, remember, brother."
In the morning of the energetic iron - the Destiny Steel, no one still thought of it...
(End of this chapter)