Warhammer: Start with a dog

Golden artificial sunlight falls quietly in front of the altar of the icon.

Rose beads with black and white felt pendants gently rub against the surface of the ceramic leg armor.

Lysander's assessment as an enemy or veteran inevitably made him notice the "harmony" in the gestures and steps of the visitor.

That is to say, he did not have the disgusting sense of loss of control or incoordination that is usually inherent in the behavior of betrayers or fallen people. Some weak hopes that should not have arisen suddenly surged in Lysander's heart: Since this character can wear the black armor of a priest here, maybe...?

After all, having to watch, participate in, and carry out conspiracies and desecrations for days is a constant torture in itself, and not even being allowed to bring destruction and an end to these evils is a real pain.

The being who looked very much like a priest brother came closer, and his enhanced senses even told Lysander that there was something about the man in front of him that made people both hopeful and doubtful. For example, as a priest, he There was an extremely strong smell of meditation spices favored by psykers, but this smell was also very strange. Lysander realized in confusion that it was the sacred ritual of the chief think tank and the aliens that he had eliminated. A mixture of flavors in the cult's sacrilegious offerings.

So, is it a possible companion, or a bigger and deeper temptation to depravity?

As if the concentration of doubt and confusion in Lysander's mind was not high enough, the visitor walked up to him and spoke.

"I'm glad to see someone coming here to pray at this time. Oh, it's a new battle brother. If you need solitude or help, you can tell me."

After being filtered and amplified by the breathing grid of the priest's helmet, what appeared in the visitor's ears was still an extremely beautiful voice, as shining as pearls. Lysander made an immediate assessment based on his experience in the state religion, even though In the monasteries of Holy Terra and the Imperial Fist, no one's voice can surpass the holiness and purity contained in this voice, and it even gives him the illusion that he is talking to his genetic father.

"Priest...brother? I am...Lysander."

"Brother Lysander." The other party nodded to him, "You are welcome in the Chapter Chapel. I am the one who presides over this place. May His glory shine on you and me."

How clear, how noble, Lysander could have imagined how loud and clear this voice calling the brothers' souls passionately and firmly would be highlighted in the clang of battle on the most intense battlefield against heresy and blasphemy. Pure.

——So I’m not alone? Although I am in this blasphemous place, I can still find comrades to help me save...

"In addition, due to some recent personal reasons," the visitor's next tone was different from those of the cold or stern brother priests. The still gentle tone made his youthful and astringent clearly visible, "Well, well, it's me recently. During the exam week, Master Maatra’s test papers and papers are a bit tight, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to accept appointments for personal confession needs after dinner in these two weeks, but if necessary, you can make an appointment for confession time in three weeks.”

What is he saying? The former First Captain of the Imperial Fists who had served for centuries began to blink his eyes like an eight-year-old boy. Was he telling me something very mysterious?

From the corner of his eye, Lysander could still see the reminder that the time was beating one minute and one second. He realized that he should follow the notice and set off for the armory immediately.

But the habit of facing the priest brother made him not move his legs immediately, but slipped out a common farewell phrase from his mouth.

"May you bless us on behalf of the Emperor, priest."

"Of course, Brother Lysander."

The other party also pointed a dab of oil on Lysander's forehead, took off the Book of Holy Scripture from his waist, placed it on the altar, and motioned Lysander to come forward and kiss it——

Danat Lysander looked at the book of human skin that was placed in front of him with countless souls as fuel and burning with dark flames like a thunderbolt. The shock of losing his mind in an instant made him raise his Fist of Dorne. , to bring the wrath of the Emperor's Angel of Death to this Apostle of Chaos who dared to deceive him in the most sacred place——

"What's wrong?"

The "priest" who took off his helmet and hung it on his waist, who was walking to light the largest golden candle on the altar, turned around and looked at him.

Short blond hair, baby blue eyes and a perfect, square, handsome face.

Lysander returned to his childhood in a trance. He stood on the square in front of the Royal Palace of Terra, and in his ears was the voice of Pastor Shadris, 'Behold, worship, child, that is our staunch and glorious Primarch. with his eight holy brothers. ’

Of course he remembered the appearance of the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion.

Under the gorgeous starry sky dome, the smoke from the ceremonial candles curled up, covering the eyes of the Emperor's icon.

Lysander's two hearts were contracting violently at the same time, and blood flowed into his chest from the broken capillaries. His new organs were producing more endocrine hormones and coagulation factors to pump into his blood to prevent him from suffering from heart or A blood vessel in the brain burst and he fainted.

The voices and faces of every Ultramarine he had fought with and talked to each other now became a heavy mountain that crushed Danat Lysander's spirit.

The resolute first company commander choked loudly and retched, and the ceramic armor hit the ground with a shrill friction sound. He fell to his knees several times, confused and sweating.

So - ridiculous -

That's ridiculous.

He originally thought that all his beliefs, the cornerstone of everything, and his understanding of the world had been baptized and reshaped by the father of genes.

Now he knew why Rogal Dorn left him that omen meaningfully before leaving.

His newly repaired heart was beating wildly. Everything that happened and was happening here was too ridiculous. What kind of horrible cave had he fallen into? Is this hell the punishment for all his past actions?

"Brother Lysander? Brother Lysander, are you okay?"

The unknown evil being who used the demonic weapon Sacred Words, wore the sacred black armor of the priest, and had the appearance of the thirteenth Primarch came to him. He saw a laurel wreath made of psychic evil fire emerging there. The handsome face was so blasphemous, so...cold and sacred.

No.

Lysander's vision turned black, and he fell limply in his Terminator, with tears streaming down his face. He thought desperately, Father! My father is so kind! Please have mercy on me! Please save me from this nightmare! I will repent of everything I have done, and I will admit all the mistakes and crimes I have committed...

Please don't, please, please leave me some last...

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"Why is it him again?" After using a syringe to inject the first aid medicine into Lysander who had passed out, Parogov turned his questioning eyes to his friend who sent him over.

"Huh? Again?" Julius, who had just used telekinesis to levitate the person, was a little surprised. "Does he come to your place often?"

"Hmm, at least he has recovered recently," the other party skillfully pushed the first company commander into the treatment cabin and closed the hatch. "Last time, he was stabbed to death by the Chapter Master's Shadow Guard Vanus, so we opened his chest and replaced his heart, and also replaced other organs that needed replacement; and then this How long ago, he came again, to be honest, he should improve his nutrition and exercise, there is no way a space warrior who can wear Terminator armor should be so fragile."

He pursed his lips to the other side again, "When you are here, you can visit your teacher, Julius. Master Ma'atla, the psychic consultant, has been very helpful in our treatment of your teacher. Since joining After taking the special psychic potion given to us by Master Ma'atla, his recovery speed has been significantly accelerated recently, his physical regeneration is very stable, and he seems to be very hopeful of recovery."

The white-haired pharmacist apprentice seemed to think of something, "It would be better if you could persuade Master Maatra to disclose to us the ingredients of that potion. There are some ingredients in it that our instruments refuse to analyze - my It means it will explode."

"Thank you, Parogov." The young Iron Warrior priest walked towards the medical cabin in another room, "I will ask for you."

"Go ahead Julius, I still have to program a bunch of organ augmentation and hypnosis surgeries to come."

Parogov said as he walked to the other side. The layers of sleeping cabins formed a high wall.

——The Astartes, who is about to become the new member of the Silver Skull, is neatly waiting for his arrival in the hibernation cabin.

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Well, I tried to poke one that was a bit ugly (), and I didn’t have enough time, so that’s it (eyes moved)

Gua.

Go take some medicine first...