"So that's — it's too — how can this be — I don't think it's at all appropriate! No, it should be said - how could His Excellency the War Leader and Elder Kadomo sign such an order?! ”

The blonde Astarte breathed heavily under his skull helmet.

Ma'atra could see a few signs of tangle and forced self-control in the body language of the Space Marines in front of him.

Julius's hands were subconsciously clenched into fists, as if he couldn't suppress some kind of anger deep within his own shell.

"I'm sorry about your mood and the current situation of the director of the Emenute think tank, Brother Omar, but this is a direct letter of appointment and order from the commander of the war regiment, and the commander of the tenth company has already agreed with me."

Opposite him, a thin mortal young man wrapped in a Casillas-style robe and a light-colored woolen shawl had a calm expression, "As for me, I have no need to use any additional means in such a matter, everything is just an execution of orders, please understand." ”

While they were having these conversations, Uther Maatra was standing at the door of Emenut's private library and meditation room, ready to open them and take stock of their contents.

Opposite him was Julius, who had heard the news and was standing at the door of his teacher's room.

The surrogate pastor was indeed enraged by what he knew, but he had not lost his mind.

The Psionic Advisor of the Warband was also looking at the young priest in front of him, and the Think Tank Apprentice could also see from his own eyepiece that the other's eyes were like glittering gems that had solidified the entire Great Green Sea.

It's not just about looking inhuman. The eyes are clear, deep, and have an otherworldly charm, and if a mortal looks at them for a long time, he will have the illusion that he sees through his soul and mind—and may or may not be an illusion.

Julius knew that this undisguised trait was a sign that the Warlord's new advisor was indeed a powerful and confident psionic user.

Even if a person of this level of aetheric energy manipulation deliberately restrains his power and has no intention of snooping, the invisible pressure on those around him from his gaze that can connect behind the Veil may still reach some uncomfortable level.

Although Julius also has his own modest assessment of the growth rate of his power, at this time and place, he and his titular colleague - strictly speaking, this advisor is really a member of the special group of "Prophets" in terms of the division of the internal structure of the warband, this group in the Silver Skull Warband has the important mission of "using divination and prophecy to guide the progress and direction of the warband" due to the lack of qualified members, has been making do with the operation- It is not wise to have a substantive argument with a colleague or even to use the strength of psionic power to get the other person to accept his will.

His sanity part told him so, but the anger that came from nowhere and couldn't be eliminated still lingered in his body.

O Holy One on the throne, may your glory shine upon our future, and may you forgive the sins that have arisen, and I will do my best......

The surrogate pastor prayed silently in his heart, feeling calm.

As if completely unaware that he had just avoided a conflict, the mortal advisor still looked up at Astarte with a smile on his face.

It seems that the gaffes of an otherworldly human being like Julius are just a mundane daily event for him.

"So, could you please wait a moment before you do this, Advisor Ma'atra. I think maybe I'll be able to request an audience with the Warband Leader today. ”

Julius finally decided to try a little more, and he had to do something for his teacher, he thought to himself. Even if things are likely to be the worst......

And there was still something fresh in Ma'atra's expression, as if he had never been at this height before, nor had he been talking to people as a mortal.

"Of course, there's still plenty of time, and I'd be happy to wait here for a while, Brother Omar."

The psionic advisor smiled again, and quietly raised his finger as Julius nodded at him and turned around, refilling the dozens of witchcraft seals that had been broken on the door.

Uther Ma'atra's eyes sparkled with amusement: it was always a pleasure for him to try to crack the little tricks of his own offspring, which he thought were full of wisdom and metaphors, and in a moment he could race against himself again.

—————————————————

It's really impressive, Julius thought to himself.

Astarte's metal boots gently stepped over the psionic trigger thread on the ground. These lines are numerous and lurking in every part of the floor, walls, and ceilings, and the trigger-triggered lightning that connects behind them is ready to devour anyone who isn't eye-catching or hapless enough.

Every time he came here, he was struck by the ingenuity of the building's design, even though he had been there many times.

But the beauty of rules and structure in the eyes of a psyker like him was unimaginable, and the closest adjective Julius could think of was a labyrinth.

Maze.

A top-notch artwork of war, art, steel, and psionic energy, it wasn't aggressive, but it crouched silently, waiting and ready to devour.

The builders of the labyrinth are often real master craftsmen, and the labyrinth itself is a structure that can trap outsiders from entering, and can also trap the contents of the interior from getting out.

Holding on to the clutter of this thought, he stood in the waiting hallway outside his office.

In addition to the Iron Sanitation Team today, there is a veteran on duty here, not someone he is familiar with.

The priest nodded in greeting, and the veteran deflected his eyepiece, perhaps in return.

There was some movement at the gate, and the commander of the second company, Soltarn, appeared there.

The old stonemason in the Seiko Power Armor glanced left and right, and then walked towards him.

Julius' superhuman memories make him remember very well that when he first met Soltan, the other party's height and size were definitely not what they are now.

But when Sortarn stood before the priest, the two men were nearly equal in height, and Parogov had earnestly told Julius that this non-isolated condition was "an unknowable but good prognosis of a new treatment."

Will Astarte, which has undergone reconstructive surgery for many years, experience this kind of secondary growth without the Mother Mass, the High Council, or any authorization?

Julius had never heard of such a thing, or had ever consulted it in the books.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth coldly under his helmet.

At this time, the second company commander spoke.

"Hello, Julius."

"Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind. Greetings to you, Stonesmith. ”

"Coming for your teacher? Julius. Emenute had a good apprentice. ”

The surrogate pastor maintained restrained courtesy.

"I hope most of the problems can be solved this time, Company Commander Soltarn."

The other smiled under the respirator, "Good luck." ”

"I hope so."

He stepped into the labyrinth.

Uh-uh-uh –

In short, thank you book friends, thank you very much

At the moment, it seems that things are heading towards the end of uh-uh.

It's really sudden...... When I wake up, I feel like I'm stuffy.

When you are busy with work, you should pay more attention to the people around you, and be careful of being taken advantage of, you can only say......

Today's second chapter may be a little later than usual, sorry.

And thank you very much, I have seen everyone's support, which is the driving force for me to support and the fulcrum that fixes my thinking.

It's great to have you all this winter.

(End of chapter)