Warhammer: Start with a dog

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This chapter contains some descriptions of childbirth scenes. Imperial citizens and big steamed buns who cannot accept this should not read it.

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The guild of the state religion Astropaths of Thesaguarsa all accepted the test of the Lord of the Night after the banquet on the day of germination (referring to lining up in front of the Lord of the Night and his divine beast messengers). The final development results of self-control ability and void skills will be divided into categories to start training.

Now, Bishop Sandra proudly reports that their planet has 35,112 psykers with combat level Iota I and above and 24,982 psykers. The psychic strength is above Zeta level Z, which is enough for psykers to attempt astrological communication - considering that they only have a total population of 10 million from infants to old people, and according to the data of Regent Gallus, they can also " Disposal of babies with mutations and out-of-control conditions that are too severe - the proportions are very, very alarming.

And the survivors on this planet, except for psykers, have been proven to now generally have negative psionic levels lower than Sigma Σ level but higher than ordinary people. It is even possible to assemble a group of Φ level negative psionic age-appropriate people—— Very impressive statistics and training achievements, but Lamizane was not in the mood to reply with words of appreciation to the ground at this time, because something big happened on the Cursed Echo.

Octavia - or rather, Lady Eurydice of the Melvalion family, is going to be a mother!

The First Claws who came after hearing the news were already standing at the edge of the hall, like a buzzing ceramite and fine gold barrier composed of skulls, lightning and night.

She was experiencing huge labor pains, her black hair was wet with sweat, and her head maid, the mutant maid who had just boldly trespassed to notify the bridge, was now shivering while trying to take care of her. hostess.

"Normally I would consider this fetus to be full term and healthy." Valiel put away the tools on his medical gauntlets under the burning gazes of a group of mortals and Astartes.

"but……"

Septimus's expression became visibly tense, and Talos thought a little sourly, this lucky bastard... He was also his exclusive slave technician and Thunderhawk pilot before! Well, he is indeed very talented, and he is good at living, repairing, and arranging the room in an orderly manner... And not everyone can do the effect of a single-player Astarte Eagle out of a mortal Valkyrie. Arrive... But as Octavia's painful moans began to turn into screams, the lucky bastard quickly escalated Talos' inner curse to "Curse the uncontrollable bastard for actually doing this to us." "Shameful thieves and thieves" who steal the treasures from the ship.

If their genetic father hadn't been present at this moment, Talos was sure he could have punched Septimus in the handsome, unshaven face, kicked him again, thrown him against the cabin wall, and ended up in his throat. Everywhere I step on a combat boot...

"But what? Valier." The soft and lazy hiss of the Lord of the Night brought the soul hunter back to reality from his pleasant vision. He looked around, Cyrion half-smiled and Charr whispered to him. With a gesture - well, they all know.

"But given that my work subjects and experimental embryos do not include such mortal, naturally occurring, and completely natural childbirth situations, I can only say that I will try my best, my lord."

"It means you have never delivered a baby to a mortal before and have no experience as an obstetrician and gynecologist, so you are actually quite nervous, right?"

(*I could have seen it! This kid! Even though he looks like the same shit as his teacher ("Don't say bad words!" (*But Octavia said it too!)), but if he is really that insensitive Then he won’t run out with Talos.)

"Okay, I believe you can handle any emergency situation with your ability, don't worry."

Septimus blinked uneasily at the implications of this sentence, as if he wanted to say something.

At this time, the mother stopped him with her eyes, and then breathed out with difficulty between contractions, "Your Highness?"

"Eurydice of Melvalion, I am here."

"Isn't it because of your great power that you cannot see the outcome of my birth? Or," she struggled to squeeze out an ugly smile on her pale lips, "I will have a dystocia, and he will have no future, or he will only be left with this child?"

"No! Eurydice!" Septimus could no longer bear it and rushed to her side, holding her hand and looking in panic at the god who was as majestic as the night in the navigator's hall.

"No." Lamizane shook his head. The black and white cat paced solemnly at the feet of the Lord of the Night, raising its huge fluffy tail. "It's not that, but this child of yours, Eurydice. Kroos (Septimus's eyes widened at the name) Do you really want to listen?"

"Yes... Your Highness... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The woman tried hard to be decent but couldn't help crying. Her nails dug tightly into the arm of the man next to her. He's about to come out...he's about to come out...!"

Valier's calm and cruel voice sounded at the right time, "Well, your heart rate and hormone indicators are good. The fetus is in the left occipital anterior position. The pelvis has begun to expand. The cervix is ​​four fingers - eight mortal fingers wide. Keep pushing. "

"It's okay. Well, the main thing is that his lifeline is gradually beginning to be established at this moment. He is destined to have another godfather and join the Legion of Astartes. This makes me feel embarrassed."

The woman's eyes widened, and so did the man.

"But he..."

"Yes, he is the son of a mortal and a navigator... but it is very, very rare that he inherited your navigator qualifications while being completely healthy. Of course, I promised you that his future is up to him."

The woman began to breathe heavily, her contractions and spasms had reached a very frequent level, and Valer had covered her with a surgical sheet as instructed, but everyone could smell the increasingly strong fresh blood, amniotic fluid, pheromones in the fetus and other smells in the air - this was both familiar and unfamiliar to the murderous Night Lords.

"I never thought it would be like this." Makutian looked at the woman who was giving birth in awe, and whispered to Serion beside him. The latter pursed his lips and stared at the center of the hall, but his clenched hands revealed his heart. "Come on, Makutian, shut up, at least you have seen your mother."

"Oh." The heavy bomb poet closed his mouth, Ursus laughed, and his face gradually returned to its former calmness as he watched the birth of a new life.

"But his eyes! Ah!" Octavia arched her body and began her final struggle.

Valere's steady voice sounded, "I can see the top of the fetus' head, push hard! It's coming out soon!"

"His eyes! Your Highness!" With a scream, the navigator's belly visibly deflated, and a fishy and hot liquid flowed on the ground. Valere began to pick up the prepared medical wipes to wipe the child.

"This is my dilemma," the Lord of the Night hissed softly, and his black and white cat summoned beast jumped onto the woman's delivery bed, seeming a little overwhelmed, but carefully touched her with his nose, "He has the power of the navigator, but he has no mutant characteristics-he has no third eye, in his eyes, yes. Perfect present vision and subspace control, Talos will be his gene seed provider, and his godfather is someone else. As long as he is willing, the new Eighth Legion will be his shelter."

The Lord of the Night's dark eyes met the Navigator's eyes in the air, and they both knew what this prophecy meant.

Finally, the woman nodded exhaustedly.

"You are right, Your Highness, he can only be from the Eighth Legion, he must be an Astarte."

She put her hand on the face of the fetus that was brought over, looking at him lovingly and sadly, and then put her lips on the cheek of the bewildered Septimus, hugging them tightly.

"Your Highness."

Before the others quietly left the hall one by one to leave the space for the family of three, Eurydice made a final inquiry.

"What do you want to know?"

"What is his name?"

The black and white long-haired cat licked the child's eyes, and then ran back to the Lord of the Night's shoulder nimbly.

"Although Decimus is also the general's name, I think I can give him a more appropriate name on behalf of his godfather. - Iago Adfusos will be his name."

"Iago Adfusos." The mother nodded, "That's good. Thank you, Your Highness."

The black and white cat responded with a "meow".

Then the airtight lock of the hatch closed.