Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

The Hall of Omens that has just been temporarily reinforced

Internal alert and automatic defense mode α-α-α-15-9-Ω is on

Hall combat readiness level: red-red-orange

The psychic defense stance of this hall is truly impeccable and self-disciplined. No wonder Master Emmenut is so relaxed every time he tries any divination method here.

After feeling the etheric shock wave just now produce an insignificant impact on the surface of his armor in an incredible way and dissipate into invisible dust, the acting priest couldn't help but muttered in his heart, and at the same time, he also put a part of his heart back in his stomach - —It seems that the approach of bringing Maatra in just in time and activating the preset automatic defense was completely correct.

Julius withdrew his eyes and looked at the opposite person with some worry, as if he had been stimulated many times in a short period of time, as if he might be frightened again at any time, and like a stressed owl, he pulled his shawl tightly and tried his best to wrap himself up. Psychic Consultant.

"Consultant Ma'atra? Are you okay?" He tried to take half a step forward.

"Don't come close to me!!!" The thin mortal on the other side trembled when he heard his voice.

"I'm warning you -! Don't come here! You are the illusion sent by the Ulterior to try to confuse me! Damn bastard, who are you?! Carlos?! Abalalex?! Jagturos ?! Or - I know!! Changeling! You must be a changing spirit!!!"

Every name the psychic consultant shouted in frenzy was like a bell that vibrated the eardrums of the acting pastor. Even with the help of the strict and horizontal defense array here, Julius still began to feel dizzy. He suddenly He realized that for every name the other person spoke, he had read their corresponding entries in the book "Relationship between Demonic True Names and Curse Treatment".

On the ground, although the defensive spells were still shining with bright white light, black frost flowers were still beginning to form in some places. The blurred fox fire flickered through the increasingly thin curtains, and the giggles of happy little things came from From all around the dark corners, the impatient sound of sword scraping and stamping of feet stimulated the auditory nerves of the acting priest.

"This is not okay! Shut your mouth immediately, we must stop all this immediately!!!" He yelled at the advisor with a louder voice, "You will open the cracks in the subspace and attract evil gods and inanimate beings!! !!”

"What are you talking about?! Opening a crack? Attracting inanimate beings and evil gods? What evil gods?" The other party looked at him in disbelief in the violent frenzy, "Aren't you just——"

No matter what he originally planned to say, the next words were frozen on the tip of his trembling tongue.

"you you you……"

The smell of ozone in the air became stronger, and the Psychic Advisor clutched his staff in horror because he saw——

His brother, the proud, cold, calculating and functional Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Master of the Armor of Reason, Robert Guilliman, looked solemnly at him And devoutly held up a book of the Emperor's Holy Words, which was surrounded by various chaotic energies and radiated with cold golden light. The signature of Lorgar Aurelion, the demon prince of undivided chaos, was on the human skin cover of the Holy Words. Flashing, a laurel crown of lightning thorns formed by the endless spiritual energy from the vast ocean was wrapped around his forehead. His eyes melted like the core of a star. He opened his mouth and shouted the name of the saint in the name of God——

Uther Maatla felt confused and desperate at this moment. Since the recasting, his cognition and personality, which he thought was well-constructed, began to undergo a spiritual reorganization and quenching.

The gears start turning.

The combined power of the demigods.

He finally couldn't help but curse before starting again.

"I am riding on a horse to XXXX your XXXX, Perturabo, what the hell did you do on a horse this time?!!!"

The sound of Maatra's final collapse was drowned in a platinum storm of black thunder and lightning.

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A stream of alert messages that slipped through the network suddenly jumped into the retinal screen of Lamizane sitting at his desk.

【Well? Are the alarm readings in the Hall of Omens flashing again? Emmenute isn't using it now, why is it still flashing? I'll go over and take a look... Huh? Are the sensors already occupied? 】

[Don’t look, it’s Maatra who is demonstrating the new course to Julius inside. It’s not a big problem. I’m listening, and I’ll monitor it for you by the way. 】The border collie calmly used its meat pad to wipe the scene away from Lamizane's eyes.

[If you have finished all the work assigned to you today, you can go and take a look at the new bridge briefing sent by Walter. Then think about what we're going to have for dinner. 】

[Oh, that's good if you're already watching it, dinner...] The body of the Fourth Primarch immediately fell into focused contemplation on the eternal philosophical question of "What will we have for dinner later?"

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"Counselor Ma'atra? Counselor Ma'atra?"

The Psychic Advisor emerged from his musings.

Sitting in front of him was Julius, the think tank apprentice and priest who had just accepted his guidance and completed a pleasant exploration trip with him in the vast ocean.

"Sorry, Julius." He replied pleasantly, "My state of mind was a little shaken during the exploration just now. Did it scare you?"

"No." The young monk opposite shook his head, "This is my first time... flying inside? Sailing so far, those things are really crazy. Thank you for expending your strength and taking the risk for me. "Introducing this new knowledge," the acting priest said sincerely, "this will allow me to better understand the content in the books, and also allow me to better serve the throne and the warband."

"Haha," the psychic consultant let go of the other person's hand, "It's nothing, Julius - by the way, can I call you Robert?"

"Uh, of course?" The blond young man looked a little confused, "You like to call me by my middle name just like the Chapter Leader."

"Oh?" The mortal young man seemed to guide Astartes along unintentionally, "That was a coincidence. I don't know why he called you that, but I can tell you why I wanted to call you that."

"I'm all ears, counselor."

"Well...because you look a lot like my brother," Maatra's voice sounded nostalgic, "and he also has Robert in his name."

"Well, I don't know how to answer, Master Maatra."

"It's okay, Robert. Oh, it's been so long. Let's have dinner together."

The sound of footsteps and the friction of clothes disappeared, and darkness and tranquility returned to the Hall of Omens.

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Now after 10 standard Terra points, the acting pastor's mouth has begun to taste bitter.

Because someone was stuffing a lot of sweets into his hands at the table in the private room, and his ears were filled with words such as "This one is called the lips of the beauty, this one is called the dancer's navel, and this one is called Ali's mother, and I personally I think they are all very delicious, you might as well try each one." enthusiastic introduction.

After finally giving up thinking about some things and being reserved and letting myself fly over the river of life.

The Fifteenth Primarch's green eyes now shone happily and relaxedly in the light.

"I've always wondered what it would be like if my brothers and I were mortal and I could share my knowledge with them."

He said.

"Thanks, I know now. Robert."

Now in this body of a saint who looks like a mortal - no, in front of the world, he is finally a mortal who recognizes himself.

Gua——

good! I still took the time to finish it! Now I have to change the skin man's dressing and wipe him and put on new socks——

So it’s decided that starting tomorrow, all updates to the two chapters will be released after 6:30 pm. Thank you.

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