Before dinner time on the ninth day, Uriel and Pasanius were notified and retrieved their power armor and weapons.

They were all in good condition and had even been re-maintained, much to the surprise of the two exiles.

"I have to say, company commander," Passanius looked fondly at his heavy flamethrower, "I have some envy of our silver-skulled brothers, not only is the variety and taste of the Abbey's refinery food so outstanding, but you see! The maintenance skills of their technical sergeant brothers are simply unmatched, and my weapons have never been in better condition. ”

He moved his power armor, which had been modified with tactical dreadnought (Terminator) parts and Aquila-type armor to accommodate his oversized size, "Even my power armor, you know, Uriel, it's not usually that easy to maintain, but now I feel lighter and nimble than ever." ”

"Better than when I was in Macurag?" "Also, don't call me company commander, Passanius, I'm no longer in that position. ”

"I can't think of anyone better suited to lead the Fourth Company than you." His comrade insisted, and looked at him carefully, "Did you go to church today and see that Brother Julius?" ”

Uriel Ventus hesitated for a moment, and both he and his faithful friend knew what Passanius meant by the other question.

"Yes." "I found him in the chapel," he admitted. ”

"That's good. I mean, you should be able to tell. Passanius' gaze was full of concern, "Brother Julius is just himself. ”

The black-haired Ultramarines paused, "You're right, Passanius, the situation was that I needed to be comforted and overwhelmed by the anguish that came from within us to seek an impossible miracle. It is a very glorious and sacred event that Julius has so amazingly inherited the appearance of our great genetic father, and if we can finally return to Macurag, I will report it to Kargar and the others. ”

His brother looked relieved, "Exactly, Uriel, I can fully understand that I even had undue doubts at the time. He bowed his head in shame, "but now I am sure that we will carry out our courage and glory, even where the light of the star torch does not shine." ”

His company commander patted him on the shoulder, "So do I, Passanius." Let's go, let's go and see what new surprises our fraternity has to offer for today's dinner. ”

"Ha, that's really what I'm looking forward to, yesterday's mixed terracotta risotto stewed with some kind of shellfish and arthropods, topped with boiled tomatoes, was delicious!"

Uriel smiled and walked with his sergeant into the dimly lit hallway, reflecting on what he had seen in the chapel.

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“To serve Him is to worship Him.

Only the emperor is the outline, and it is the emperor's business.

Brother pastor, I need to repent. ”

The Space Marine, who had the face of the father of his genes, turned, the priest's scepter and rosary swayed gently around his waist, and a thick, ancient-looking book of the Word was spread out in front of the young vicarious priest.

“To question is to doubt.

Doubts are moving.

Good day. The Uriel brothers. ”

Julius was still dressed in his think tank power armor, covered with flaxen robes, and his baby's blue eyes looked at Venus with kindness, "I'm just taking this position temporarily, Brother Uriel." Her combat experience and knowledge are far superior to mine. I'd love to hear from you. ”

He wasn't his father, Vendis thought to himself, "Why did I have such a delusion?" Perhaps my heart did waver for a moment, but now it is only firmer.

They began to talk, and Uriel reaffirmed that the good-looking young Astarte was a complete recruit and had never experienced more than twenty real battles, which made him slightly disappointed and secretly relieved.

Hopefully, the Battle Monks of the Silver Skull will protect their young think brothers when they go into battle, Vendis thought to himself, but he wasn't going to mention it to anyone, including Julius, who simply told them that he looked like a very great warband hero, so he and Pasanius were both mistaken.

The young Astarte tried to keep his composure, but his demeanor could not deceive anyone, and the veteran could feel the small relief, excitement, and pride of the other party when he heard this explanation.

When the confession, or mutual confirmation, was over, he took his farewell to Julius, who nodded, opened the Word and gave him the Emperor's blessing.

Julius' armor was indeed silver and black, Vendis thought to himself, and then looked at the skull mask on his shoulder armor, which was not the cobalt blue he was familiar with, why could I be wrong at the time?

And his face was vibrant, too young, too smooth, there were no traces of battle, no vicissitudes of time.

As for his throat, where Vincis's gaze swept over, clean and smooth, devoid of the hatred and anger he knew of every time he saw it in the Temple of the Primordial Body, the hatred and anger of Chaos, of the betrayers, of the great enemy—the wound that was like a vicious curse, with blood splattering eternally.

No.

He let out a long breath and prepared to leave.

He took one last look before the door to the chapel closed.

Julius, with the face of the thirteenth protogen, is smiling as he watches him go.

Vintus was sure he saw some kind of golden crown shining softly behind the blonde man's head.

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"So, you and the Wanderer exchanged a whole Terra in the chapel with the Word of the Word?"

Rising from the tall piles of scrolls, divination scrolls filled with undecipherable fragments of divination, and ancient books of prophecy, Emenute's visibly dark face was filled with a gloating smile, "Is that why you're late for bringing me lunch?" My cute little apprentice? ”

“…… Master Emenuter, please don't learn from Master Hunnso, that sounds a little too frivolous. ”

Somewhat embarrassed, Julius elbowed a stack of parchment piled high and laid a stack of lunch boxes and trays on the table, for some time he still couldn't get used to the unique personalities of the masters.

"And now that I'm a temporary pastor, I think I need to lead by example in everything."

His teacher waved his hand nonchalantly, letting a few beautiful blue quill pens fly off to write notes.

"The guy who wants to open the scoop to see how he sews it has always called him an apprentice, and I don't think Parogov has ever objected."

“…… I think Parogov may just be more immune to that statement. ”

"Oh? Then you can learn more from your friend, Julius. His teacher began to open the lunch boxes one by one, "Wonderful, today it's a spice-sprinkled hard-boiled egg with hummus, roasted ...... Well, what kind of small bird is this? It looks crispy, juicy and fatty. Then there's the date and fig starch scones...... I must say, even if I didn't have so much fun, I wouldn't have left the cafeteria here......"

"Master Emenute?" The think tank apprentice priest who was drinking a cup of Reka coffee looked at him suspiciously.

"It's fine." The psionic master, who had distracted himself with astonishing skill and used telekinesis to launch a fierce attack on the shell of a boiled egg and the bones of a roasted bird, responded to him, his arm swinging and suddenly knocking over a nearby bottle of ink.

"What's going on, how can this knock ...... down"

The Supreme Wizard, who inadvertently glanced at the ink, slowly stopped other movements.

"This omen is ......"