Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 304 The hot spring water is slippery...

"Hooah..."

Exhaling a long breath from deep in his chest like a sigh, Lamizane sank down again and put his head in the carefully polished depression on the edge of the marble pool - there is a similarly polished hollow below this place. The curvature can support the waist of the person sitting here taking a bath - although it is still much smaller than the original body, but it is! Serious! There is clean hot water! Bath!

"(Gutela's expletive) This (Gutela's expletive) makes me feel so comfortable that I want to curse."

(*…)
Coz, who had been extremely resistant just now, rarely said anything at this moment.

Lamizane privately felt that it might be because anyone, even a traitorous primarch, saw his toes dip into the water, and the water began to drip like ink amidst the horrified gasps of the servants. The terrifying scene of black strands spreading out as if entering the water, and when just taking the first bath, one person successfully turned a large pool full of clear water into a large pot with suspicious sediment on the bottom. It's hard to be completely indifferent to the smelly black-brown soup - oh, except for Russ, the Wolf King might laugh to cover up more emotions with his savagery.

The bathhouse on the Coronation obviously imitated the design and style admired by the Ultramarines. Even the alabaster marbles were neatly carved with Macragge-style pillars, plants and garland decorations, and many were made of brass. A water outlet is cleverly hidden in the mouth of the imperial double-headed eagle or the mouth of the winged head with the company mark, and is continuously flowing out clear water with the right temperature.

The bathhouse maintenance servants had turned the equipment on at full capacity to suck out the sediment and scum at the bottom of the pool. Even so, they had to immediately replace the filter outlet twice at the beginning.

Now, the bathhouse, which was originally designed to accommodate up to an entire Company of Astartes, was hosting a Primarch and his seventy-one naked offspring - under the extreme pressure of the two Night Lords chosen to guard the door. When they walked out dissatisfied, the gesture of threatening to cut their throats and demanding a murder duel had been clearly conveyed to Talos who was called, and the latter told them with a smile that they could go to the First Claw at any time. Make an appointment with Ciel at the site, and you can choose the time and place of the duel.

In the pool at the farthest and darkest end of the room were soaking in Lufrix's Weeping Eye hunting group. These clawed raptors that usually feed on tearing flesh and blood are now shrinking their heads one by one. shoulders, trying their best to hide their incompatible mutated bodies under the water and steam. At the same time, on the slightly raised edge of the bath, their heads were hidden in the shadows and lined up in a silent, dark row - very much like some kind of birds. Form yourself into a ball and line them up on the edge of the bath.

Appearing in front of everyone were three Midnight Lords who had been scrubbed white and smelling hot.

The water vapor condensed on their father who had returned from the darkness, reflecting light like a string of crystal diamonds in the dim light. The ends of his long black hair spread out in the light red pool, like some kind of gorgeous The hem of the cloak or the hem of the majestic robe, while the upper part is curled up, like a black snake, wetly attached to the body of the King of the Night with contrasting skin color. Their genetic father is It was so noble, so shocking that several Night Lords began to sob at the sight of the living midnight ghosts they had witnessed.

(*Don’t look at my son and think of your dog!! (sharp sound of breaking through the air and whistling into the air))
"Okay, okay, come here, come here and complete the task I gave you."

(*Suddenly a very bad premonition came to my mind...)
Then Lamizane raised his arm, which had become increasingly pale, and waved to a corner of the bathhouse.

The scrubbing marks on their bodies that can leave red marks on the skin of Space Marines are obviously related to the brush in Talos's hand next to them. The fragrant oils smeared on the skin and the bath towels around their waists have made these three people look at each other for a long time. The fierce and muscular man who has been through battles walks awkwardly - the oiled soles of his feet step on the marble filled with water droplets, and the effect of reducing friction is outstanding, especially for Lou Frix's figure. It was particularly awkward - the Raptor Lord tried his best to hide himself behind his two companions, and even then he looked more like a four-legged creature forced to stand up and walk on its two hind legs.

"Oh, I have soaped my hair for the second time and it still barely lathers... You are really..."

The visibility in the bathhouse, which was specially ordered to dim the lumens, was very low. Therefore, when the white mist of water vapor was temporarily separated, revealing the original body in the central bathhouse, the last remnants of the Eighth Legion, who were habitually hidden in the shadows of every corner, The ringers let out excited exclamations.

Whether it's the pale flesh inherited from the genetic father, the various fancy scars accumulated from murders and battles, or the black carapace neural interfaces that may not have been cleaned and maintained for hundreds of years, they all have a new look. Not even the gaps between nails were spared.

"Pfft." The original body's sudden chuckle made the three warriors, who were full of confusion, doubt, emotion and nervousness, stop at a loss.

(*This is not a problem with my hair, this is a problem with your own methods! (Irritated voice))
"Indeed, you are right."

Three cautious figures appeared in the white mist of steam. Behind them, there was another one wearing a bath towel around his waist and holding a long-handled bristle brush in his hand, sternly scanning all other people who dared to be lazy and not clean themselves carefully. of Talos.

"Oh... Not bad, it seems you are all ready."

As for Mr. Konrad Lamizane Coze himself, he has no power armor to wear anyway, so he naturally does not need to take off his armor. After throwing his short cloak directly into the trash can, he immediately couldn't wait to slide himself into the water - and then there was the above-mentioned terrifying scene of getting out of the black mud.

As ordered, Selion was responsible for re-trimming and polishing the original's nails (a certain Coze's fierce objections were not adopted), and Makutian was fortunate enough to be ordered to carefully scrub the original's skin with a sponge and soap. As for the end——

"Loufrix, why didn't you obey my order and come to comb and wash my hair?"

The Blood-Eyed Commander, who knelt on the ground with his head lowered as he approached the original body, let out a desperate wail. "Please... please forgive me... please don't look at me anymore! Or you can just let me be everyone's feast here..."

(*Ha, he is quite conscious.)
"Oh?" The slight stirring sound of the water surface being parted came to the trembling raptor - indeed, this creature on the ground - if it can still be called a creature, is different from the paleness that other Night Lords proudly inherited from their father. He has a cold complexion that can only be found on corpses swollen by water. The alienated hind leg joints and the thick jointed claws on the limbs make him look like a gargoyle that has come alive from the deepest rainy night nightmare.

This level of mutation is severe even among the renegade Space Marines, who can feel the sarcasm and unkind looks from around them.

"Why are you crying? Lufrix." The original body held Blood Eye's weird chin in his palm and raised it, and the commander made a sound that sounded like crying, "My son."

The corpse gargoyle's tears flowed along his deformed face, past his broad teeth, and dripped onto the primarch's palm.

(*…)
"We are not a party for the Prince of Darkness here. (Selion, who was holding the other arm of the original body to clean it carefully, trembled unnoticeably)", pinching Lufrix's deformed face. After looking at it, the Lord of the Night only said one sentence, "Don't worry. You will still have things to do in the future. Tell me."

Lufrix's neck bones made a cracking sound, and his head was forced to lift up again, his self-consciously ugly face dodging his scorching black glass-like eyes.

"Will the proud flying blade of the Eighth Legion be raised again for my enemy? Lufrix?"

The eyes covered with the nictitating membrane were wide open, staring at the calm face of the original body, trying to find any sign of disgust.

No.

"Yes, Father."

There was a slight movement in the farthest corner, like the sad and happy cry of some birds.

The atmosphere in the bathhouse returned to calm again, and the hot water that was once again replaced had become clear and transparent. He allowed himself to float on the edge of the bathhouse, surrounded by Selion, Markutian and Louflix. The Lord of the Eighth Legion, the Lord of Midnight, reveals his unparalleled noble and handsome appearance.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and his pale skin, which had never seen the sun, looked like some kind of mythical creature in the legend of Terra in the slightly rippling water. His long black hair had been combed out inch by inch by the blood-eyed commander's pious hands. He straightened it out, applied hair cream and hydrosol, and now it was like some kind of harmless tentacle coiled around the waist of himself and the heirs surrounding him, rising and falling with the waist-deep water.

As the door opened, Talos, who was also clean and smeared with essential oil, was hurriedly walking towards them with bare feet, holding a newly received report in his hand.

"three."

(*Hello.)
"Two." The Night Lords raised their heads in confusion.

(*Hello!)

"one."

For some reason, Talos's feet suddenly slipped and he fell into the hot spring, causing a huge splash.

"The hot spring water is slippery, Talos! Hahaha!!!!"

First lowly, then louder laughter, people cried heartily and laughed louder after thousands of years, the mist transpired, like a dream.

(End of this chapter)