Warhammer: Start with a dog

"What happened after that, Geratos."

Lord Caleb stood beside Geratos.

The priest woke up from his slumber and asked Caleb to call everyone here and announce that he would tell them everything he had seen and the true meaning of their expedition.

They were now in the chapel on the Nemesis.

The battle group servants and hymn servitors had already stopped their repeated incense and candle burning. They all lowered their hands and quietly retreated into the shadows of the corridors under the rib walls on both sides of the chapel. Only the red mechanical eyes and biochemical The implant is still making slight mechanical noises from the multi-angle video.

Except for Atreus and the others who left first, the rest of the brothers of the Chapter were half-kneeling here quietly, coming to listen to the priest who claimed to have received the Holy Enlightenment telling them about the sacred scene he had seen - even though it had just started , the commotion below became more and more obvious. Caleb's eyes scanned sternly, suppressing all the restless and excited reactions below.

The priest kneels in the altar at the top center with a peaceful expression.

He was still wearing the barefoot attire of an ascetic robe, taking off his black armor, but voluntarily inserted special biological probes for exorcism rituals into all the interfaces on his body. Two mechanical priests who accompanied the army were responsible for operating this consecrated machine. The instrument of the passing Ohm Messiah, to prove before all men the purity of the priest's heart and the truth of his words.

The huge golden statue at the top overlooks the altar. The point where the eyes of the God-Emperor statue focus is exactly the gaze that can be felt by those kneeling on the altar.

"Then I arrived at the Great House," he answered, "where I finally met our father. Rogal Dorn."

Caleb frowned.

"That boy, Caleb. That boy was our divine father. When I walked into that big room, I was stunned and found myself sitting at a table full of delicious food I had never seen before. There was a portion in front of me. Steaming food and a cup of Reca coffee and a guy sat down next to me.”

"Such delicacies must represent the superficial temptations of the world. It is contrary to the asceticism we advocate. You must not talk nonsense! Geratos! O God Emperor! Please guide us to drive away the unclean and filthy things from his body! Bring purity to the world. The Geratos brothers brought it back to us!"

As the intensity of the exorcism whipping intensified, the current of the biological probe surrounded Geratos' body. Astartes' reinforced muscles spasmed due to severe pain, but his voice still maintained a strange stability. .

"Never have I seen such peace and contentment that I am so sure of. Caleb, I can only share my joy and happiness with you, so that you may share His grace. You should listen carefully. - When I turned my head, and at first glance I thought it was the child who had led me here, and then before I took my next breath, I stared into his white-blue eyes, and then I realized that this was not a mortal, I What a blessing it is for me to see exactly what our divine Father looked like when he was young!”

The wrinkles between the castle master's brows were almost carved into the skin of his forehead. He raised his hand and was about to ask the servants of Ohm Messiah to increase the amount of current passing through until the person was knocked unconscious - Geratos fought for The regiment has served loyally for more than two hundred years. He shouldn't have ended in disgrace like this, stopping his wild sermons before having one last word with him...

Perhaps another castle lord or even a brother of the sword would think that giving a happy death to a priest who has obviously been corrupted and has begun to spread his nonsense to other monks is a good thing for everyone, but obviously, The kindness that Geratos had criticized in the past that prevented Caleb from "raising himself higher" affected the actions of the castle lord.

Caleb will be thankful for his decision today countless times in the future.

The increased current produced a bright arc on the neural interface, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.

"... He has grown up, he is so big, majestic, and noble. He has the vicissitudes of time and the vitality of youth at the same time. His white-blue eyes are full of huge energy like blazing stars, he told me , he is Rogal Dorn, the Risen One, the Foundation of Hope, the God of the Great Blood. As long as he follows his guidance, the Templars will be rebuilt, and he will send his most beloved and best son to the front. Come and lead us, Caleb, brothers, and we will be led by a true legend to fight righteous battles and gain true redemption!”

The priest's voice suddenly became fanatical, and the electric current, no, the golden and silver radiance began to clash fiercely on his body, and the black arc of light passed through it in a low-key manner. With the sounds of exclamation and prayer, everyone in the chapel knelt down. They sat down and began to recite the most sublime hymns they knew.

Those black-golden lights are constantly repairing Geratos's body that was damaged by the current in everyone's eyes, restoring them to their best condition.

"Go to the Iron Destiny!" Geratos shouted, so loudly, "Go to the Lord of Iron and Blood! Go and ask for help from the man in black and white fur! He will be able to help you! He will be able to satisfy you. His wish! Serve him! Then Rogal Dorn can return to the world! Then the world will become the promised land of honey and milk! Then the wall will rise again as the new temple of the knight. Go find him. ! Go ask him to form a new unbreakable wall with us!"

The golden icon made a rumble of thunder and vibrated, and everyone watched in horror and bewilderment as the central golden icon emitted a bright light, and then broke - like some kind of focused radiance - from A black light entwined with golden light shot out from the split head, roaring and pointing in the direction of another place in the void——

On the Desert Ark, except for Lamizane, all the primarchs and the former imperial regents raised their heads thoughtfully.

"It seems that the big rift has indeed caused additional impact." Malcador slowly pressed down the quill that was writing automatically under his spell. "What are you planning?"

He looked at the border collie who also stopped calculating.

The other party bared his teeth, the fur on the back of his neck stood up, and he was about to say something——

"What's wrong with you all?" The body of the Fourth Primarch suddenly stood up from sleep and asked, "Are you okay? Why did I just feel someone calling me..."

Perturabo jumped down from his seat without saying a word, then jumped into Lamizane's arms, tightened his ears, and pressed his body tightly against his arms.

"Oh, my God, how can there be such a sweet and handsome person in the world! Perturabo!" The person who was immediately attracted his attention began to lick his lips and hug his black and white dog, while raising his head and looking at the smile. Master Kadu'er who is both kind and twisted.

"Sorry, why did I fall asleep? I seemed to be still working just now, so it didn't affect your work progress..."

"It's okay." The former imperial regent picked up his tea cup, "Aharin went to get our honey butter pancake. Magna, can you please give me some tea?"

The atmosphere at afternoon tea in Perturabo's office remained harmonious and calm.

All new subspace storms in the star sector and even the entire dark side have nothing to do with them at the moment.