Destiny Steel

The 10th Company was stationed

Temporary detention center

Uriel Ventus woke up in the cabin where he was temporarily sheltered.

This was almost a week after they were hooked up on the Demon Engine and miraculously saved by the Destiny Steel.

After a rigorous biochemical scan review process, repeated scrutiny by the Warband's Think Tank Master, the purification rituals unique to certain Silver Skull Warbands, and the fact that they were said to have contacted Macurag, he and Pasanius temporarily cleared the apostate title and were given two cabins in the vacant quarters on the mobile monastery.

While this was not comparable to his own company commander's chamber in Maculag, it was far better than the Pride of Couss—may the Emperor bless the souls of his faithful soldiers of the 808th Regiment of Maculag—and at least everything was the size of Brother Astarte's genetically enhanced body.

Ventrius's power armor and weapons were still not returned to him, although they later gave him and Pasanius at least some cover-up clothing, such as black monk's robes and a twine-rope belt. Truth be told, the cut of these garments is quite macurag-style, but there are some, how to say, subtle differences.

He pushed away the rough linen, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, the silver mirror reflected his worried and hopeful face, and the water splashed on the mirror dripped from under his eyes in the mirror, and he raised his hand and wiped it off.

"Courage and glory." He whispered the words in his mouth and chewed them, bitter and sweet.

He then returned to his bedroom, knelt down on the small blanket in front of his bed, and began to pray that the Emperor and the Primordial would give him more courage and guidance.

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"So," the body of the Fourth Primordial took a tired sip of its newly developed hot Furry Blareca coffee to refresh himself, "and you tried to talk to them properly, but they cried very flapily for a long time, and called you 'our father's will'?" ”

"Exactly, my lord."

Julius Robert Omar was sitting in front of the Warband's desk with half of his ass in his chair.

His request for an audience had just been approved, and he had been brought to the room with the eyes of a group of veterans waiting outside like poisoned arrows, and now the poor think tank apprentice was trying to ignore the watchful eye of the Tenth Company Commander on the side.

It was a very different building from the rooms that Julius had seen in the fortress, monastery, and elsewhere.

The first is brightness, he had never seen a design that used so few candles and so many lumens to illuminate the room, the candles and incense with the imprint of purity seemed to have been transformed into an ordinary decorative functional appliance rather than a primary item, the edges of the ceiling painted with exquisite blue skies, orange clouds and figures were softly illuminated with daylight lines hidden inside, as were crystal chandeliers and floor lamps.

The simple, elegant, tall sand-yellow and white marble columns that surround the four walls support a wonderful, finely calculated vault that adorns them with just the right amount of silver-grey, black draperies, and golden fringe cords.

On one wall are star charts, maps, company flags, coats of arms, and many honors, while on the other wall are decorated with niches of unknown significance, such as faded paintings depicting a long-haired man holding a crystal ball, a feather floating in the air, or manuscripts of anatomical drawings of human skulls from various angles.

Behind the captain's office chair is a long window that occupies an entire wall, with a transparent semi-dome, and is decorated with brilliant patterns and lines forged from alloy, like the kind that is used in the Anglican church, except that their war leader does not use the emperor statue or anything else as decoration, but only inlays transparent reinforced radiation-proof glass on it, and can directly see the pure black cosmic vacuum and the small stars in the distance like sugar particles sprinkled in the black fine sand from the office—there is also a reason for this confidence. Julius saw that certain angles on the outer edge of the window reflected the faint purplish-green sheen of the Void Shield.

The warband leader tapped his knuckles on the wooden desk.

"You're distracted, Robert." Well, the Warband Leader also likes to call him by his middle name, and Elder Cadormo has complained about it many times, but Julius himself doesn't think it's a big deal, but it sounds quite kind.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

"It's best not to make a mistake like that again," he heard the Warband Leader say in a very benevolent tone, "According to monitoring, our psyker battery reserves have not been running out lately. - Well, there is a question about Uriel Vinis and Pasanius Lessani, whose identities have been confirmed by our contact with the Mother Band, well, that they were indeed part of the Ultramarines and were sentenced to banishment from their home world for violating the Astarte Codex, and that they were not allowed to return until the death oath was completed. ”

The young man did his best not to show his surprise on his face, and the warband leader continued, "Their death oath requires them to go deep into the Eye of Fear on a mission, which is why we meet them here a hundred and eight thousand miles from where they came. - There is really nothing wrong with the general direction. ”

"I see, my lord, but I am not very sure what they seem to think of me, but I describe the situation in detail in my report. And as soon as Brother Emenute and Master Hun Sou returned, we handed them both over to the masters. ”

"There's no problem with this treatment, well done, Robert." The Warlord picked up the unusually neatly written parchment of the Think Tank Apprentice at his fingertips, "Therefore, we have no right to decide whether they will stay or not, it all depends on their own determination and hope." Until then, you may be able to visit them often as a kind of training for yourself. ”

"Training, my lord, please forgive me for being dull."

"In view of the ...... we held among the friars of the whole regiment You can't choose the right person in the selection process, so maybe you have to think about learning and learning the work of a Warband Priest, Robert. ”

The blonde young man looked completely stunned.

"But! My lord! It's not that I don't know how to excuse myself - it's not appropriate! How can I hold such an important position! Every senior monk has experienced far more battles and glory than I have! I'm so immature! My resume is completely inadequate! If you have to do it, Master Emenut is better suited than me! ”

"But we're left with only two Think Tanks, Teacher and you," his Warlord pointed out the obvious cruel truth to him, "and the rest of our Think Tank brothers gave themselves to get us back to this galaxy. Robert, our warband relies on the will of the Tarot's Great Prophecy to guide the way forward, and our group of prophets, due to the lack of priests, has not been able to function properly for a long time. ”

Julius couldn't help but think of Master Emenuth's sleepless days and nights.

His teacher wandered the library for hundreds of hours on end, trying to decipher a vague picture, a few words of information, apocalyptic visions and babbling from a distant dimension, his pale face wandering in the middle of the night, grasping his cold breath......

His blue eyes showed a resolute gaze, and his lips were pursed like sculptures.

"Do as you command, my lord. （ALL AS YOUR WISH，MY GREAT MASTER.）。 ”

The arena of the brass fortress decided a new champion.

The glittering pink and purple snake rolled up in its belly.

The garden is thriving.

Somewhere erupted with the crunch and roar of crystal shattering.

The crystals of the hollow mountains sang mournful songs.

“…… Lamizane, you deliberately made him call you that, right? ”