Warhammer: Start with a dog

Priest Geratos opened his eyes in his personal cabin.

The genetically modified biological clock in the Space Marine's body told him that he had slept for almost three hours, and the time had reached around four o'clock the next morning. Of course, the dormitory assigned to each soldier on the Destiny Steel not only had a Beautiful artificial lumen windows, and there is an all-in-one alarm clock and other equipment in the room, so it is impossible to get the time wrong - it is said that these are all design and decoration requirements from the "Chapter Master".

Yes, although Caleb, Geratos and all the other Black Templar warriors now know who the "Chapter Master" refers to, maybe it is some weirdness inherited from the Primarch or the Black Knights Due to his awkward attributes, they prefer to address the Lord of the Iron Warriors as "Your Excellency Chapter Master" or "His Royal Highness Carosini" when possible——

ah! O Emperor! Shine our light! When I think about serving the master of this name, my thoughts are like being tormented in fire and boiling oil. I ask for your light and teachings to relieve my sorrow and troubles...

The priest got up from his bed, first knelt down on his knees, and performed his morning private prayer on the rough stone floor beside the bed - in order to achieve the goal of Pastor Geratos, "I want to be like in the monastery." "Praying under the conditions" desire, a team of engineering-specialized Castellan soldiers painted with the gears of the armory and the logo of the fortress stepped forward and took the order.

The entire floor modification process took a total of thirteen minutes - it took about ten minutes to explain that they were not here to blast the priest of Geratos to a pulp and hold down the stress priest, and then they were clean He neatly replaced the large piece of synthetic ceramic flooring next to his bed with marble that was polished to a rough enough surface, and also replaced his bedside lamp with a candlestick using handmade candles.

It is said that His Royal Highness Carlosini heard this small wish at the time, and after assigning a team of Castellan engineering soldiers to come, he commented on it with a very interesting saying, "This is not taking off your pants...", but No one knows what it means. Maybe he means that no one wears trousers during morning prayers?

But from the perspective of Geratos' observation, he has indeed been surprised by the tolerance of His Highness - look, there are so many people from different bloodlines under the command of the man in black and white furs. , legion culture and warriors of time, but he did not strictly discipline or even use various means to write what he needed into their minds and muscles like any soldier who had ever served thought. Transforming them into an Iron Warrior-like warrior that perfectly fits the requirements of his black and white furry tyrant alter ego.

Black and white fluffy tyrant.

Black and white fluff.

Fluff.

O glory to the saints on Terra!

Geratos did not want to recall and describe again when the Imperial Champions of the Black Templars stepped into the audience hall for the first time. They were filled with excitement and ascended the throne with their dear father. Not surprisingly, they saw the grandeur of the Iron Lord. The body and the reaction when they unexpectedly saw a black and white dog head appearing in a Contemptor Dauntless at the same time.

The only reason they didn't rush forward chanting Dorne's name and fight tooth and nail against what had seemed to them at any time in the past a mixture of outright heresy, aliens, and filthy psychic wizardry was because they, Including Geratos himself, he also remembered the extremely clear revelation given to the priest:

"Go to the Destined Steel and see 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 grant your wishes! Serve him! Then Rogal Dorn will be able to help you. Can come back to the world! Then the world will become the promised land of honey and milk! Then the wall will finally rise again as the new temple of the knight! Go and ask him to form a new unbreakable wall with us!"

Moreover, all the monks and brothers at that time saw the clear-directed sacred light emanating from the cracked icon.

At the time, Geratos thought it was some kind of emphasis on the importance of this prophecy, but when he saw this strange fearlessness with a buzz in his mind, he suddenly realized: This is something that everyone can see. The miracle was meant to be a powerful and absolute corroboration of the preacher's sermon, lest he should at this moment be torn to pieces by his angry brethren.

Our kind master!

After praising the name of the Father of Genes devoutly for the last time, Geratos ended his prayer and then stood up. Unsurprisingly, his knees had been rubbed red by the rough stone ground. These slight stings really made him feel A real sense of peace of mind - the iron-blooded ship now known as the Destiny Steel made him suspect that he had entered some kind of illusion every day.

He pondered and walked into the shower room. The sensor that detected his entry turned the highly transparent shower room into an opaque milky white color, followed by a full-body rinse with a suitable water temperature, the blowing of negative ion hot and cold air, and the moisturizing After a series of procedures such as the anointing of antiseptic holy oil, he was completely renewed, and at the same time he felt that he was completely free of the heavy and doubtful thoughts he had when he just woke up.

Then he walked into the cubicle next to him, and to a tune that he had never heard before, but it certainly sounded like the binary hymn of the Ohm Messiah, some mechanical arms and flexible mechanical tendrils protruded from the wall. One of them holds or holds a component part of his priest power armor.

Geratos stood on the designated mark and spread his arms.

Then, with the smooth operation of the servo motors, these silver mechanical arms with warning stripes quickly and accurately put on his priest power armor. Compared with his previous loyal combatants on the Nemesis, Servant, it probably only took less than one-tenth of the time, and this was because Geratos insisted that his power armor and weapons needed to listen to a hymn in its entirety.

With the skull helmet covering his face again, Geratos stepped out of the compartment, reaching out to hold his power staff one last time before going out - well, it was full of energy, well maintained, and the combative machine spirit was active. responded to him.

very good.

Everything is pleasant and full of anticipation.

The Sons of Dorne must safeguard their glory on that sacred battlefield!

Just this morning!

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About sixty minutes later.

Iron - in front of the officers' mess of the Destiny Steel.

"How is the battle going?! Those of the second company who are still judged to be survivors immediately move closer to me! Form a dispersed attack spearhead team! Are the feint attack and heavy firepower teams in place!"

Geratos chanted hymns and the teachings of Dorne feverishly from his loudspeaker.

"Today, members of the First Company and the First Fourteenth Army Corps are responsible for the defense! They are very tenacious!"

"Oh, the son of Dorne will not lose his tenacity to anyone. Remember, brother."

In the morning of the energetic iron - Destiny Steel, no one still thinks of...