Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 142 Honorary Title

The overhauled hull of the Emperor's Will has now basically restored its old appearance when she first entered the star sea to serve the ultramarines. On her bridge stood a warrior wearing a red cape and blue armor. , he has short, carefully trimmed light brown hair and sharp blue eyes.

After waiting patiently for twenty-four hours, the ships of the Ultramarines finally received the guidance signal and began to enter the interior of the galaxy along the set route, heading towards the shipyard on the large orbital platform of Belakaan.

"Do you think we can find here the answers we have come across the galaxy to seek? Sicarius."

Standing next to him is Technical Sergeant Hephaestus. The Technical Sergeant has an unusually tall figure brought about by additional modifications and a technical backpack. They are painted Martian red like the rest of his armor to show that There he was trained to pray to the Ohm Messiah, and his bionic eyes made running noises indicating that the Techmarine was evaluating and calculating everything he saw.

"Whatever is here," replied the Second Captain, "I will all get them. I have no doubt of it, Hephaestus."

In the field of vision through the porthole, the surface of the planet composed of blue ice and red iron of Belakane was reflected on the golden eyepiece on the waist of the second company commander.

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"Who did you mean?"

Captain Walter, according to his habit, was about to answer the one in the center of the throne——

Then Horin discovered that the person who interrupted the question very rudely was the fearless new first company commander.

"He is the Second Captain of the Ultramarines Chapter, Lord of the Watch, Knight Champion of Macragge, Grand Duke Thalassarian, High Lord of Ultramar, Captain Cato Sicarius, my lord."

"There are so many people." The Iron Lord sitting in the center did not pursue the first company commander's gaffe in front of the emperor, but instead let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

The cyborg captain didn't know why but agreed anyway.

"This company commander does have many honorary titles."

The King of Steel turned his head to the mechanical shell of his body on the left, "I think we should get a few for the officers and members of our Chapter. It sounds really pretentious to report it at this time... "

"——Are you sure, Captain, that it is Cato Sicarius who comes here? The warrior king of Espandor?" The voice of the Contemptor Fearless, decorated with golden wings, sounded unusually angry and suppressed. , and then people saw that the expression of the Fourth Primarch sitting on the central throne suddenly changed. "They came with several ships. Who else came besides Cato Sicarius? Is there any more information?"

The data flow quickly passed through Captain Walter's biochemical brain, "Yes, Lord Ishtar, although the title you mentioned is not in my database, other characteristics and personal verification codes are related to Sicarius. Captain Sicarius is in line. According to the order of the Lord of Steel, we asked them for the list of attendees for the purported cleansing banquet. The leader was Captain Sicarius himself, as well as a team of technical sergeants, and a A Mechanic-Priest serving the Chapter Ultramarines, the Captain of the Emperor's Will, and perhaps an Astropath, but no more."

The fearlessness of the first company commander seemed to be lost in some kind of data calculation for a moment.

The Lord of Steel's face was so solemn, which made the atmosphere on the bridge tense.

[…It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over! Pepe! I've completely forgotten that on Fulgrim's side, it seems that Cato Sicarius might be a particularly bad guy too! ! ! 】

[Did you only think of such an important thing now? 】

[After all, it was an accident that Fulgrim would appear here! 】 【When there are already precedents like you and me in this universe, you also suggested that Maatla hold some kind of summoning ceremony with you. I have nothing to say about your stupidity, confidence and naivety. 】

[Well, then my best, most omniscient and capable puppy Perturabo in the universe can definitely help me convince Meifeng again, right? 】

[Unfortunately, although I am indeed the best, most omniscient and capable Perturabo here, I know very little about what happened to Cato Sicarius in Fulgrim the Faithful's universe. ——I clearly remember that his funny voice like a court dwarf would repeatedly shout "I~! Cato! Sicarius!"]

[Okay, that's not the same thing. In short, he is a... at Meifeng's place... then let's... take him back to the office to talk? 】

【correct. Get Fulgrim out of here before he decides to do something desperate. 】

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The servants at the armory rolled out Danat Lysander's Terminator armor, which had been repainted in bright yellow, and began to help him put them on in turn.

These short but strong servants always cover their faces, hands and feet with the hoods of their robes, but they - Lysander suspected it was them - were quite easy to use and never spoke, at least the former captain of the company and today's Not a single voice of conversation or prayer was heard by the Chapter Champion.

Although Lysander had indeed believed that he might not be able to maintain his equipment or obtain supplies as well as he could on a Chaos-corrupted ship, he soon discovered that he was wrong.

The armory here cannot even fault the pickiest Astartes. Everything that can be provided to the Space Marines is here. The selection list data board handed over is always dazzling, and there is always something that makes people want to use it. Points can be exchanged for—how to obtain these points, he is still secretly studying—from a jetpack powerful enough to lift a Terminator into the sky to various rare and expensive equipment from 10,000 years ago. Brothers of new gadgets such as near and far weapons and all kinds of armor are gradually lost. In good conscience, Lysander felt that they really couldn't be entirely blamed.

Oh, if I have to be picky, it is that it is really quiet here. It is so quiet that all communications are displayed on the data panel. In addition, the most notable feature is that there is only one priest of the Mechanicus who occasionally appears in a hurry, and it seems Indifferent to visitors.

There are rarely tons of binary prayers, incense, or holy oils before any equipment is made or delivered here. Efficiency and concise written dialogue are synonymous with this place (hence Lysander's constant Suspecting that the difficulties he encountered before were somewhat unusual), a large number of flexible machines assisted by some armory servants were enough to complete everyone's needs.

At first, Lysander was not used to such a silent, fast, and efficient process of taking off and putting on armor, but after he went back and forth twice, he quickly adapted to it. Now he even began to feel that the armory was a peaceful and pure land on the Iron Blood. Great for meditating or meditating during the nail application process.

A piece of pauldron bearing the black fist emblem of the Imperial Fist that was engraved into Lysander's heart was pushed in front of him.

The tall Astartes closed his eyes.

The sound of fixing bolts being driven into the fixing holes sounded one after another, and the warning buzzer and status light indicating the completion of A jumped to green.

Danat Lysander opened his eyes and grasped the handle of the Fist of Dorne.

He lifted his combat-booted feet and walked toward the transport elevator leading to the docking bridge of the orbital platform.

　croak.

　　(Lie down slowly into the grave)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)