Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 305 There’s a lot to be done
(*...Why did you do that just now?)

Lamizane, who was served comfortably by the heirs (of others) with tears in his eyes, is now taking a nap on the largest single-sided armrest sofa in the oiling area of ​​the bathhouse with a thin blanket around his waist.

After the cleaning was completed, the other Night Lords had left in batches under Talos's arrangement and *supervision* to put on their cleaned power armor again, and then dispersed to every key position on the Coronation to inspect And supervision - after all, there are still many brave and determined people among the servants of the Origin Chapter who are unwilling to immediately serve the evil invaders.

Although many of them still dared to start working under the threat of "think about the souls of your original masters and companions", but the work efficiency... it can only be said that people who have been strictly trained suddenly want to fool themselves too much Muscle memory and compulsive habits are not that easy, especially when your daily job is to clean and dry the power armor inside and out - and then you hold the cleaning tool and suddenly see a set of black power armor that has accumulated hundreds of years of dirt. When A is placed in front of you.

According to Talos's report, the bridge and engine room have been controlled by the bridge officer of the Cursed Echo and a team of Night Lords respectively. The mechanical priests who are responsible for maintaining related weapons and armor components are unexpectedly and unsurprisingly. The fastest.

After showing them the ancient covenant signed by the Eighth Legion and Mars thousands of years ago (which Lamizane pulled out from the memory screen of a certain pig who randomly placed things in his mind and encoded it on the spot) as a step , this group of oil guys pounced on the pile of patchwork and patchwork power armor like hungry tigers after seeing fresh meat, which no mechanical professional could stand, while shouting Ohm Messiah Ya's name cursed their users for ruining the sacred machines so much, and they began to comprehensively appease the machine souls, clean up and repair the machines with great sadness.

Thousands of kilometers away on the Cursed Echo, Bishop Dietrian, who had served the little die-hards of the Eighth Legion for centuries, had to stop what he was doing because he suddenly began to emit non-stop messages. A gear rattling sound similar to burping or sneezing.

After hearing Curze's question after being suspiciously silent for a long time, Lamizane closed his eyes and uttered a single syllable expressing question from his throat.

"Ok?"

(*...don't act stupid, I'm asking you why you...want...want...(seems to be unspeakable mumbling))

"Why do you deliberately use your appearance, posture and temperament - and the comprehensive use of future vision to subtly influence other people's perceptions? - Or you just want to ask why I want to teach you how to use your own To charm other people with your looks?”

(*Hmm! Don’t mention that word! Well, why do you deliberately go to such trouble to influence other people’s perceptions? I am a warrior, I am justice, I am judgment and punishment from heaven, I use judgment, strength, killing and Absolute fear makes people, the planet, and the world surrender, rather than turning oneself into something to show off——* (Suddenly a choking sound came to mind at this point))
"Oh, you are thinking of him, right? Well, although you still speak a little without thinking and may easily hurt other people, first of all, he can't hear it now anyway. Secondly, you still learned part of the thoughts I gave you. , Now you use idioms and specific knowledge well in your conversation. Very good. You see, you have a strong learning ability."

(*...Don't change the subject. I'm bored here. The currents formed by thinking fragments will automatically merge into the pool of thinking. So what if I take a look - I can't see anything substantive about you anyway. s things.)
"Oh? Really? Thank you for telling me. If you can't even see it, I think I can think more boldly in the future."

(*...I...(a strange feeling of extreme regret began to spread)) "Pfft. - Well, that's it, listen, your biological father chose to give you the gift of love when you were born. Their appearance has the top appearance, temperament and body in the eyes of humans - and even many races. This is not to be wasted. Or in other words, they are created and expected to be able to play their best role. Is it possible? Isn’t it? Otherwise, why did you do this carefully in the first place?

(*...This is just your personal understanding!...No, no, I don't think...it's wrong...)
"No, no, this makes sense. You see, it is known that all your brothers, even in a completely passive state, still have a different kind of charm and attraction for mortals, and some of them have this ability. There is an obvious tendency, so in this case, even your father has a positive attitude towards using this ability, right? - Otherwise, why would there be Horus, Fulgrim, and Saint? As for Gilles and Leon - well, some of them - but this ability is obviously not only usable, but also very useful, and has never been denied or prohibited, even when Nicaea made so much noise, I No one said, 'You can't modify your appearance or use your appearance to make people listen to you,' right?"

(*It’s strange that you mentioned the last few names and examples here, but... (some kind of atmosphere that starts to sink into thought))
"Mortals sometimes make judgments based on very simple grounds, little piggy." Lamizane fell back on the cushions of the one-sided armrest sofa. "There is a saying... There is an old saying from Chogoris that 'people rely on their clothes to dress up. "Relying on gold", translated in Gothic, means "even gods need miracles to package themselves."

(*You sound unimpressed by the great splendor of the Throne of Lies.)
"Oh, I can explain this..."

(*It’s okay, I think I like your attitude very much.)
"Uh...? That's great."

(*Although I still don’t quite understand, I think it might be okay for you to do this. But I still think that fear is the most primitive instinct in the hearts of living things, what drives them, and any battle plan is worthless in the face of fear. )
"Oh, well, I think you are still a little biased. Just look at it. With these two void ships, as long as... after that thing is completed, there will be a lot to do on this planet."

(*If you are not wiped out by successive waves of crusaders.)
"No one can stop me from finishing laying flat and living to see my baby."

(*Scoff!!! What’s so good about that stupid dog!)

"You don't understand Perturabo."

As soon as Talos stepped into the door with a new round of reports, he froze for a second because of the sudden words that came from his father's mouth.

When did my father meet the Lord of Iron...?
... Want to join forces?
(End of this chapter)