Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 14 "Makado and I have decided..."

Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's workshop
  Recruit sleeping compartment
  The working lights of the sleeping cabin dimmed, and when the negative pressure lock was released, there was a hissing exhaust sound in the surroundings. Milky white clouds of low-temperature gas overflowed from the hatch cover and gradually dissipated on the floor until they turned into light water. mark.

The newcomer opened his blue eyes.

Blue psychic lightning filled it, making his eyeballs resemble molten star cores.

There is no focus.

The curtain waved gently.

From very far away, the rustling of beaks and claws and laughter could be heard.

A faint golden candlelight.

A black shadow that seemed to have feathers passed before my eyes.

Julius, who had just woken up, lay there and blinked in confusion.

The psychic light flickered out of his eyes.
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  "Okay, not bad. Next, hold your right hand and jump with your left leg. Well, that's it." Hongsuo took the data pad and asked the other party to do test movements and record some data from time to time. "How do you feel? ?”

"Not bad. But my eyes were uncomfortable just now, but they are better now, I think." The blond Julius replied, tapping the ground with his armored feet in novelty.

"What? Is there something wrong with the leg armor?" The pharmacist turned his chair and prepared to summon the weapon slave.

The newcomer shook his head in embarrassment, "Oh no, Master Hong Suo, I just feel that this power armor makes my body feel particularly relaxed today."

The corners of the former war blacksmith's mouth curled up in a very slight arc, "Of course, I had someone adjust it according to your strength. Because your physical fitness is indeed outstanding, my father, the Chapter Leader, mentioned it to me , even looking across the galaxy, your original genetic combination is a rare and perfect arrangement that only exists in billions. I guess he must be talking about more than just your psychic power."

Julius - who had woken up earlier than the rest of his companions, as Honso's first exercise - sat down beside the apothecary calmly. It was not that he didn't know what was going on, but just like Pettu As Labo expected, these Dornish cubs have now adapted well to becoming members of the "Silver Skull" after gene seed fusion and hypnosis training.

He had been taken to visit the training room, officers' mess, assigned rooms and other facilities. Although they called themselves the Lost Chapter of the expedition, the recruits secretly praised the piety of the senior monks in their hearts, because the church seemed to be the entire The place in the chapter monastery seemed to be the most well-maintained and up-to-date, which made Julius put aside his vague worries.

Since they have not been replenished with new blood for a long time, the number of veterans in the war group is sparse. Although they all look a little tired, talkative and fierce, generally speaking, they are passable; popular entertainment activities in the war group In addition to the traditional gladiatorial cage, there is also "online simulation" and "real-time war game model battle deduction" that Julius heard about for the first time. The veterans pay special attention to the last one. They will be in the Twelve-person Council Hall. This kind of event is held in a huge tabletop sandbox, and the characters use very detailed, painted mini-models to refer to and fight.

In contrast, Julius still prefers to stay with Honso, not only because of their more similar body shapes - in fact, Soltarn is also a good person. The second company commander has come to visit them several times. And his rock-like steady strength helped Julius stabilize an excessively high experimental reading - but Honso did feel more like an "elder brother" to him.

Hong Suo didn't agree with these little tricks, but he didn't object either. He acquiesced in the little boy's behavior, which was actually quite out of bounds in the war gang, and was secretly surprised that he didn't want to cut them open so much. Stuff it with something or mince it directly. He packed up his equipment and led Julius along the corridor to the battleship's Omen Hall - a space specially designed for the prophet's think tank and psychic advisors.

"Come, lie down on this magic circle. Today our witch - the prophet Brother Emmenut sent me a message. He wants to test your psychic level and direction."

"Then why doesn't he do it himself?"

"He will arrive here in about 10 standard minutes. I want to do some physiological monitoring for you before starting."

Julius searched for the prophet Emmenute in his memory, and immediately matched the name with the long-haired monk wearing a think tank armor and holding a staff. Ah, it's this master. He looks a bit They are incompatible with other veterans, but think tanks are a special group like pharmacists and have different divisions of labor. This situation should be normal, right?

"Speaking of which, Master Hongsuo, is there any news about the appointment of the 10th company commander?" The blond recruit endured the feeling of electrodes being arranged on his body and decided to take the risk to inquire about a topic that was of vital importance to him. "I hope it is A monk who is kind, strict, and experienced with new recruits will lead us..."

"That's not up to you, kid. Don't pry about things you shouldn't. Now close your eyes and let me test how well your nerve knots are working."

Well, may the God-Emperor bless us.

Julius prayed secretly in his heart as he closed his eyes.
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  "What? Have you really decided like this?" Lamizane raised his head from a pile of scrolls and data pads, and countless new information continued to dance on his black moonstone irises. "You can't just go away and leave all this work to me—Perturabo! My Perturabo! Oh! Why have you left me!"

"If you **** keep using my vocal cords to produce such opera aria-like sounds, I'll jump out of the Iron Blood's airlock right now in a few years!!!"

The Border Collie Demon Primarch gritted his teeth and roared at his body, "Listening to this is worse than hearing the crow of a drake! My hair is standing on end because of goosebumps. Besides! Lamizane Carosini! You too It’s time to get used to normal working hours and productivity instead of fishing around all day and developing pet repellent and more Reca Coffee recipes!”

"Okay, okay, then have you really decided to do this?" Lamizane's expression looked like he realized that the emperor was telling him, "Malcador and I have decided, you will be the one to take the seat." This golden toilet”.

"I have stayed in the palace for ten thousand years, and I want to go out for more walks." Bian Mu unceremoniously pushed a dozen new data to be processed into the processing link of his body and LOGOS.

"MY WILL IS IRON."

As he spoke, he shook his big furry tail and jumped into the specially-made Dreadnought cockpit which was undergoing final adjustments.

Lamizane looked at him and crossed his arms, "(Gutella swears), I have to say, it's so hellish, Perturabo is going to be the commander of the tenth company (the leader of the recruits)."

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