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Rogal Dorn has left.

But Rogal Dorn is everywhere.

Lysander knew this.

He is kneeling in the chapel now, having just lit the incense and candles placed on the altar to pray for himself (the incense and candles in this place actually look and smell in line with the requirements of the state religion, incredible, really Isn't it some kind of cognitive filter? ...No, Lysander, don't think, don't think.).

The golden artificial lumen outside the window pours on the smooth ground through the tall and narrow flower windows. In a daze, this place is just like when he knelt down to pray in the sacred building of the Phalanx at this moment. It is very strange. It is obviously the Chaos Rebellion... ...The flagship of the Iron Warriors, this huge ship that gathers the power of various heretics has such exquisite and unobtrusive national religious buildings and sculptures on it.

The first company commander can even see that the builders here are indeed enjoying the process of making these buildings and works of art. The modified and strengthened bodies give them precision and strength that surpass mortals, and when they do not use this ability for destruction , but when used for construction, even the stone and metal are filled with a vigorous and upward energy that should not appear here.

Danat Lysander realized with great reluctance that this was the only word in his vocabulary that was most appropriate here.

When he came here with a calm mood this time, and once again stood close to the works of these masters with the pinnacle of skills, he realized that if this place was really built by the Iron Warriors, then every war blacksmith It is possible that in their alter ego there is a true master builder.

And every piece of fine marble, bronze, silver and gold here that has been carefully polished with flat and slightly curved surfaces was made by the hands of people who originally held chain saw axes and bolt guns. Those heavy and huge stones are very It may have been carried and lifted to such a perfect position by numerous huge machines and their operators who were more accustomed to demolishing houses and razing buildings to the ground.

Look, this emperor's icon is so lifelike, the golden laurel crown is shining on his head, his eyes are sparkling golden corundum, and his stone lips and body movements look soft and warm, as if the next moment I can step down from the altar and speak.

But He is not here.

He does not...love everyone.

Lysander already knew.

Reciting for the last time the prayers he had been taught when he first learned to speak, Danat Lysander stood up, gathered himself, and prepared to set off for the armory here.

His private communication receiving channel had earlier been pulled into an encrypted internal channel dedicated to the Iron-Blooded by a being who claimed to be a "sage".

Then a bright unread red dot lit up on Lysander's communicator, reminding him that he had received a message from the Chapter Master's office (How could such a thing be in this place? Even though there may be multiple warbands here, the Chapter Chief? Chapter leader?! Office? Does Chaos also have an office?) Notice.

Although this notice is very long, it is very detailed, practical and no nonsense. It clearly informs him in the form of a form:

The location and meal times of the ship's officers' mess (why do they eat three meals a day with extra snacks and Astartes-specific drinks? This must be some kind of corrupt behavior!);

Instructions for use of the training hall and gladiator cage (even though I know this is the territory of the Iron Warriors, but being Chaos is a bit too strict!);

Opening hours and usage regulations of baths and hot spring pools (what the hell is this place?! Could it be some kind of plague brewing...);

Announcement that the armory’s newly developed holographic combat simulation training room (what is this? A code name for some kind of brainwashing training device?!) is about to open;

The opening hours and membership recruitment notice of the Twelve Temple Hall War Chess Club Brotherhood (What the hell is this?! The realm of the Great Usurper?!);

The Runeology and Spells Salon of the Hall of Omens welcomes anyone to visit and communicate, and will provide each monk brother with a free divination service once a month* Note: No advice on love or racial destiny is provided (the Hall of Omens is not the father) The name you told me? Is it so easy to find and enter the gate...);

If you can see this line of text, congratulations! Champions, the Great Library also welcomes you. Please remember, if you can’t take out a book, don’t take it forcibly, and be sure to report it to Master Kaduru at the door before entering and when leaving (Big Library? The beginning of this sentence is really very suspicious, champion, ha, how ironic! I think this must be a taunt by some Iron Warriors scribe, I will not humiliate myself);

The location of the apothecary's infirmary and instructions for help on the night watch, as well as the working hours of the chaplain of the chapel (what did I see?! No, no, what the hell are you here? I thought I was going to become the person I have killed countless The appearance of a fallen man and a great enemy... But now I feel very confused... My father Dornish! Why did you leave in such a hurry... Your loyal heirs urgently need your guidance...);

Finally, there is the location of the personal dormitory room assigned to him (even if there is a guidance route map, why is there some kind of strange simple villain icon marking the location of the "fire" escape route in a row of Space Marine dormitories?! );

And the last notice clearly stated that Lysander's current "attire" does not meet the "standard requirements of this chapter" (this chapter? Aren't you the Iron Warriors? Wait, the father of genes did mention that he must be with Together they pretended... Well, Lysander, don't dwell on it, don't think about it, just do your duty and obey your orders.), and asked him to arrive at the armory within one tera hour after being notified and hand over the clothes he was wearing of bright yellow Terminator power armor and weapons so that the armory can modify and paint them "in line with actual conditions and needs."

Since Lysander received this notice, he has spent a lot of private time in this solemn but too deserted chapel.

So he really should leave immediately.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk towards the door, the sound of footsteps came from the small door behind the icon of the chapel.

The first company commander reflexively grasped the weapon and turned his body sideways in a vigilant posture towards the direction of the sound.

The altar door opened.

"My father..."

Danat Lysander began to feel that maybe madness or betrayal was not his problem, but the world's problem.

The skull mask helmet, black power armor, scepter, rosary and Holy Book representing the priest brothers appeared in his sight.

Yes.

he thought in a daze.

That notice did mention "pastoral working hours."

It can't get any more outrageous, right?

Otherwise I would believe that I am actually an Iron Warrior.

It won't happen, my father, tell me, it won't happen, right?

Gua.

Lysander begins to believe everything and nothing, the prelude to going crazy (you)

It’s already like this. If there’s anything unacceptable, there can’t be anything more outrageous. Hahahaha.jpg

A very relaxing section! Suitable for reading on the first day of the new year

Good night!