Warhammer: Start with a dog

Before dinner time on the ninth day, Uriel and Pasanius were notified and retrieved their power armor and weapons.

They were all in good condition and had even been re-maintained, much to the surprise of the two exiles.

"I have to say, Captain," Pasanius couldn't help but turn over and over to check his heavy flamethrower, "I'm a little envious of our silver-skulled brothers, not only the variety and taste of the food in the monastery's cafeteria are so Outstanding, and look! The maintenance skills of their Techmarine brothers are unparalleled, and my weapons have never been in better condition."

He moved his power armor, which was modified with Tactical Dreadnought (Terminator) parts and Skyhawk armor to accommodate his oversized size. "Even my power armor is, you know, Uriel." , it’s not usually that easy to maintain, but now I feel lighter and more flexible than ever.”

"Better than when we were in Macragge?" Ventris also showed a rare smile since embarking on their journey. "Also, don't call me company commander, Pasanius, I am now No longer in that position.”

"I can't think of anyone more suitable to lead the Fourth Company than you." His comrade insisted, and looked at him carefully, "Did you go to church today to see Brother Julius?"

Uriel Ventris hesitated for a moment. He and his loyal friends knew the other meaning of Pasanius's question.

"Yes," he admitted. "I found him later in the chapel."

"That's great. I mean, you should be able to tell." Pasanius' eyes were full of worry, "Brother Julius is just himself."

The black-haired ultramarine paused, "You are right, Pasanius, the situation at that time was that I really needed to be comforted and was overwhelmed by the anguish from deep inside our hearts, so that I began to seek someone else. Possible miracle. Julius so amazingly inherited the appearance of our great genetic father is an extremely glorious and sacred event. If we can finally return to Macragge, I will pay tribute to Calgar. The adults and others reported the incident.”

His brother looked relieved, "That's right, Uriel, I can completely understand. At that time, I even had undue doubts." He lowered his head in shame, "But now I am absolutely sure that we We will carry out our courage and glory, even in places where the light of the star torch cannot shine."

His captain patted him on the shoulder, "Me too, Pasanius. Come on, let's go see what new surprises our brothers have to offer for dinner today."

"Ha, that's really what I'm looking forward to. Yesterday's mixed ceramic risotto stewed with some kind of shellfish and arthropods, topped with boiled tomatoes, was so delicious!"

Uriel smiled as he walked with his sergeant into the dimly lit corridor, thinking back to what he had seen in the chapel.

——

“To serve Him is to worship Him.

Only the emperor is the key link, and it is to serve the emperor.

Brother pastor, I sincerely need to repent. "

The Space Marine with the face of his genetic father turned around, the scepter and rosary representing the priest swayed gently on his waist, and a thick, ancient-looking holy book made of some kind of leather The record was spread out before the young vicar.

"To question is to doubt.

Doubts come and go.

Good day. Brother Uriel. "

Julius was still wearing his think tank power armor and a linen robe. His baby blue eyes looked at Ventress with kindness, "The situation is urgent. I am only taking this position temporarily, Uriel." Brother. Your combat experience and knowledge far exceed mine. I am willing to listen to you."

He is indeed not his father, Ventress thought to himself, why did I have such an illusion at that time? Maybe my heart did waver for a moment, but now it is only stronger.

They began to talk, and Uriel confirmed again during the conversation that this outstanding-looking young Astartes was a complete recruit, and had never experienced more than twenty real battles, which made him slightly uncomfortable. Although disappointed, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope the Silver Skull Battle Brothers can protect their young Librarian brothers when they go to the battlefield, Ventress thought, but he did not intend to mention this to anyone, including Julius, he simply told The other person, whose appearance was so similar to that of a very great war hero, that both he and Pasanius were mistaken at the time.

The young Astartes tried his best to remain calm, but his demeanor could not deceive others. The veteran could feel the relief, excitement and pride of the other person after hearing this explanation.

The confession - or mutual acknowledgment being over - he took leave of Julius, who nodded, opened the Book of Letters and gave him the Emperor's blessing.

Julius's armor is indeed silver and black, Ventress thought, and looked at the skull mask on the shoulder armor. It was not the cobalt blue he was familiar with. Why did I get it wrong at that time?

And his face was too vibrant, too young, too smooth, with no trace of battle or the vicissitudes of time.

As for his throat - Ventris' eyes swept over it, it was clean and smooth, nothing he was familiar with. Every time he saw it in the temple of the original body, he would feel anger from the bottom of his heart for Chaos, for the betrayer, and for the enemy. of hatred and anger - that wound that is like a vicious curse, with blood eternally splashing.

No.

He let out a long breath and prepared to leave.

He took one last look before the chapel door closed.

Julius - with the face of the thirteenth Primarch, was watching him leave with a smile.

Ventris was convinced that he saw some kind of golden crown of light shining softly behind the blond man's head.

——

"So, you and the exile spent a whole Terran hour in the chapel exchanging barren words and the Book of Psalms?"

Looking up from the tall stacks of scrolls, divination scrolls and ancient prophecy books filled with fragments of words that no one could decipher, Emmenut's face, which was now obviously black and blue, was filled with a smile of schadenfreude. , "Is this why you were late bringing me lunch, my cute little apprentice?"

"...Master Emmenut, please don't imitate Master Honso. It sounds a bit too frivolous."

Julius awkwardly pushed away a stack of parchment piled high with his elbow, and placed a stack of lunch boxes and trays on the table. It had been a while, and he still couldn't get used to the unique personalities of the masters. .

"And now that I am serving as a temporary pastor, I think I need to set an example in all aspects."

His teacher waved his hand nonchalantly, causing several beautiful blue quills to fly automatically to write notes.

"The guy who looked at everyone and wanted to open it up and sew it back up has always called his apprentice that way. I don't think Parogov has ever objected."

“…I think Parogov might just be immune to that kind of narrative.”

"Oh? Then you can learn more from your friend, Julius." His teacher began to open the lunch boxes one by one, "It's wonderful. Today is spiced pottery salt boiled eggs with hummus, grilled ...Hmm, what kind of small poultry is this? It looks crispy, juicy and plump. And then there are date and fig starch scones... I must say, I wouldn't have left even if I didn't have so much fun for the canteen here... …”

"Master Emmenut?" The think tank apprentice priest who was drinking a cup of Reka coffee looked over in confusion.

"It's okay." The psionic master, who used his telekinesis with amazing skills to launch violent attacks on the shells of boiled eggs and the bones of roasted poultry, responded to him. When he waved his arms, he suddenly knocked down a man beside him. bottle of ink.

"What's going on? How could this happen..."

The Supreme Wizard who accidentally glanced at the pool of ink slowly stopped other actions.

"This omen is..."

Gua!

There will be another thank you update at dinner time