Warhammer: Start with a dog

Now, what is reflected in the main sensor of Sage Nilanvira's head is a hall that by the standards of the 41st millennium has surpassed the word "magnificent" and has reached the level of "luxury and extravagance" .

Although in the past few centuries, as members of the Mechanical Council, the Technosages often participated in some luxurious social activities, especially when visiting groups from the great nobles of Sintila or the dusty visitors from Ultramar. When it comes to arrival, hosting a dinner party alone can often consume an entire year's budget and resources.

So when her head and the sensors under her robe looked around this unusually large space again, no matter what, she had to admit at the moment that even though this Rogue Trader seemed to be declining due to various reasons, in this banquet hall His content is indeed worthy of his ancient license from the Holy Om Messiah.

Look at these beautiful antiques that are rare but in such great condition! The soul of all opportunities! Wait a moment! Is the wood used in these furniture tables and chairs Nar wood? Praise be to the great Om Messiah! Is that an antique coffee machine there? ! Did she read that correctly? ! Several mechanical hydraulic tentacles of Sage Nilanvera were about to move under her robe, and she almost lost her composure and immediately jumped out to grab this treasure.

Someone in the hall couldn't help coughing.

The displeasure of being disturbed made the servant of Om Messiah angrily turn the mask of her shining metal female face. The distance measuring unit in the eyeballs flickered with scarlet light as it turned, and as the sage's robe came down The gel and metal appendages crawled again, and she saw the legendary beauty that even she, who had replaced 96.85% of herself with mechanical and bionic units, could not resist. scene.

First is this hall.

Compared with the usual space on a ship that always looks dark, with inevitably exposed pipelines and is not so regular, the space used for this hall on this ship is really too wasteful. Not only is it regular, it even has gorgeous marble, Decorated with bronze and iron sculptures, the floor that reflects the light of the gorgeous chandeliers above is also paved with marble cut into patterns, but now many places are covered by thick woven carpets that obscure the original patterns.

While the gel of her appendages will corrode those beautiful and expensive carpets, there's no denying that the soft touch of walking on them does make the tech-sage's emotional logic unit less rigid.

Then comes the soul-shaking beauty of creatures.

"Here comes Om Messiah!"

Golden lumens poured like sunlight onto the dynastic throne at the end of the hall. Sitting on it was the ultimate creation who could use real-life examples to illustrate the effects of mankind's greatest genetic engineering.

The bright ice-blue eyes under his black hair are worth a thousand words. Although his lines are not handsome in the usual sense, his face is as tall and solemn as an ancient sacred mountain. The coolant flow rate instantly increased by 36%. The priest almost immediately decided that even if mechanical modifications were to be carried out in the future, the true head of the head of the Rogue Trader Dynasty should be completely preserved.

While she will always be a devout servant of the Om Messiah, she is convinced that the destruction of the flesh and skin that so represents the ultimate in human genes would be a true waste even for a Mechanic-Priest.

When she was finally able to pull her scorching gaze away from the head of the Carosini family who started coughing again, a vigorous and nameless flame began to unbearably burn the sage's central processing unit.

Because Nilanvera's lens now saw extremely clearly the creature that was the embodiment of charm standing next to the head of the house: a dark-skinned person with truly otherworldly beauty just by standing there. Female Astropath.

A bejeweled veil with a delicate embroidery of golden eyes crossed her perfectly smooth forehead, beneath which were blue-green eyes more beautiful than any color in the blue-green spectrum that the sage Neelamvira had ever seen. Just the slight drooping of her thick and long black eyelashes and the slight pout of her lips like ripe red pomegranate seeds can stir the heartstrings of any human being or being who is trying to pry into her beauty, regardless of gender.

The long, bright black hair is curled at the end and spread smoothly behind her waist. A few strands are braided into exquisite braids, with lotus flowers and beetles woven into the ends and middle. With small gold ornaments in the shape of a skull, these braids were cleverly braided into a low-key and elegant crown on the top of her head, and at the same time tied up the loose hair. On top of her black, gold and silver-grey satin robe, there was a halo skull-shaped brooch pinned to her Greek shawl. Her hands nervously grasped her cane, and she was embellished with cat-eye gemstone-effect galaxy nail polish. Touching her fragrant wood-like skin.

Especially the extremely strong and bright spiritual light displayed on her body through the psychic lens formed a great contrast with her helpless and shy girlish posture in the optical lens. The sage noticed with some displeasure that even those who had undergone chemical castration Skitarii Alpha's hormone and biochemical levels also had very subtle fluctuations after seeing this miraculously beautiful Astropath girl.

There is a high-footed sofa next to the girl, and squatting on it is a black and white pet dog that can also be called very beautiful, with fluffy and shiny fur. Its snow-white mane hangs down from the chin to the wolf's toes, and is golden in color. It glows white gold under the artificial sunlight. It's hard to tell if the expression on its furry face is displeasure, but the moonsilver skull hanging from its exquisite adamantine collar (part of Sage Nilanvalla's logic processing unit is going crazy at such irreverent waste), clean The fragrant fur, snow-white claws with rounded claw tips all illustrate its high value.

The last being who slightly restored the pressure in the boiling brain tank of Sage Nilanvira to the normal level was a man standing on the other side of the Rogue Trader family head's throne wearing a helmet, holding a bolter, and wearing a wolf-decorated suit. A tall space warrior with light gray-blue power armor with skin, claws, teeth and runes, the Mechanical Sage immediately marked the warrior with the wolf head emblem painted on the shoulder armor as a threat, and at the same time locked several firepower points on On him.

The girl, the pet dog and the majestic man on the throne formed a wonderful picture that brought together beauty that did not exist in this universe. Visitors hesitated at the entrance of the hall or simply admired it for a long time.

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On the other side of the hall, in the temporary psychic communication channel specially opened by Maatra.

(Why hasn’t she come over yet? Are our team compositions not similar enough?)

(*Some kind of sneer with grinding teeth*, the layout of this hall is enough to receive my brothers, this mechanical monster with poor skills had better not be shameless.)

(How long will I have to wear this damn slit skirt?! I feel like the cold wind is blowing on my thighs!!!! Ughhhh! I’m going to catch a cold!)

(...With all due respect, your model...the witchcraft armor you wore on the Wizard Planet is probably less than this.)

(That’s not the outermost layer!)

(Idiots don’t catch colds. Come on, Lamizane, tell Vanus to hold back! The Space Wolves won’t crawl into the shadows!)

(Okay, okay, Vannas, bear with it, remember to stand with your legs spread apart to look rude.)

(By the way, why does he have to pretend to be a Space Wolf? It makes me feel so bad that I want to throw psychic fireballs at him.)

(Because it has to be the Space Wolves, but it's a pity that we don't have more people to form a more accurate standard team of Rogue Traders.)

(I really don’t understand what you are thinking.)

(But I'm very happy.)

(as long as you are happy.)

Gua.

wipe sweat

It is quite a test for me to write about the pony's beauty (big mistake) without going too far...