The finished coffee cup was placed firmly on the gilt cup holder by the hand wearing the black power armor, and there was an extremely slight collision sound.

"Then allow me to take my leave, thank you for your coffee and for your doubts, Commander."

Julius stood up to take his leave, feeling his head still a little dizzy, but the biochemical readings and sensors displayed on the power armor panel told him that he was fine.

It may be that I've been meditating and praying too much lately, and Master Emenut did warn me not to overindulge in these for a short time, and he was right.

He thought.

"As a Warband Priest, you owe it to ...... I keep communicating. If you have time, you can come to me often, little Robert. ”

The warband leader looked relieved, his body, which was more majestic than an ordinary monk, showing a hint of wanting to relax.

But perhaps it was just an illusion, Julius's gaze unconsciously moved to the animal that the warlord was caressing with his fingertips.

The animal's black and white furry long face and beautiful brown almond eyes were also staring at the young priest.

What kind of creature is this? Some kind of wolf? Dog...... In addition to the information introduced in the book, the biochemically modified short-haired military dogs used in the Ministry of Justice for special combat purposes, it seems that dogs in other places do not look so unsuitable for combat and beautiful......

From the point of view of an ordinary space marine, the animal next to the warband leader has zero points in terms of survival, it is completely a useless, beautiful, vulnerable, and only dependent on its owner to feed - no, in the forty-first year universe, the vast majority of pets are not too inferior to their owners.

Julius glanced at the visualization panel of the power armor, which showed defenseless, rich furs that had been analyzed from various data to "have a texture similar to a blend of merino wool and Pamir cashmere", claws and teeth that had been specially groomed to render them harmless, and readings that had not reacted in the slightest.

A fragile and useless creature, except for the inexplicable urge to touch the back of its head.

In the books that Julius had borrowed from the monastery library, he sometimes found references to certain legends about the Fenris wolf and the Cthunian wolf, and because of the contradictions between their statements and the fact that most of them were too nonsense, the vicarious priests generally ignored these texts when reading them, and did not enter them into their own minds so as not to disturb their minds unnecessarily.

Well, no one has said much about the fur of these two wolves, it's a pity, he thought to himself.

Because the mane that flies up on the back of its neck really looks good in the hand.

Presumably because Julius stared too often at certain locations, the animal's expression gradually began to become less friendly, and it let out a low bluff from its throat.

"Then allow me to take my leave, Commander."

"Go ahead, Robert." The Warlord reminded him in a calm manner, "You can take care of Emenut's private bedrooms, but the Hall of Omenues, the Library, and other locations must be under the supervision of Ma'atra Advisors during this time, and they can be used as normal if necessary, and until Emenut is back to his duties." ”

The Warband Leader cleared his throat, "Your advanced psionic training course is still being taken over by the Ma'atra advisor. ”

The blonde priest's eyes drifted for a moment, then he regained focus, nodded and took his leave.

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The priest's black and silver armor vanished from sight.

The door to the captain's office was closed.

Vannus emerged leisurely from the shadows of the couch.

The Raven Guard still hadn't returned to his old Legion-coloured armor, he was now wearing a silver-gray Mark VI power armor, which Ramizane had rummaged through in the ship's mysterious warehouse, and had repaired it in the mysterious armory before giving it to the former Raven Guard Mentor.

Adarik looks quite happy with his new armor, at least his magical stealth abilities still work with this power armor.

"Adariq, do you want to drink?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Ramizane poured him a cup from his coffee pot and sprinkled it with a little brown sugar and cinnamon.

The purple-eyed Raven Guard began to gracefully sip the cup of cinnamon milk to make Reca coffee, adding an upsized amount of ice to it.

He then drifted to his desk and sank into the shadow of Lamizan in a skilful "bird catches the bird rack" gesture.

Lamizan watched as the crow slowly melted into the shadows, and rubbed the herd's fur again in thought.

[Uh-ah-ah, although this matter is settled for the time being, I always feel very uneasy in my conscience, Pepe! 】

[What is there to worry about your conscience?] Do you want to listen to what you're saying? 】

The dog began to scoff, and motioned for its body to scratch the bristles on the inside of its ears.

[You've been worrying too much about other inconsequential stuff lately - it's time for me to pluck out my ears, it's itching like there's a nest of jumps in it!] Moreover, you are a Chaos Demon Prince, the original body of the Iron Warrior, and it is now the forty-first millennium, what hell do you mention to me about the disturbed conscience?! 】

[But we just continue to use more brainwashing, deletion programs and memory replantation hypnosis to fool poor little Luo Bao and accept our words! I'm worried about ......]

[What better way do you have to deal with this, you can deal with it yourself.] 】

Perturabo snorted, glaring disdainfully at the weak mortal mind in his body with bright eyes.

[Isn't this exactly what you want, to implement a repair method that can cause the least damage and immediate effect on Julius, who has been collapsed by the impact of truth and too much furious chaotic energy?] How can there be such a thing as a good thing in this world? To be able to do this in a short period of time, there is no one in this universe except me...... Almost no one can satisfy your demand for a fantasy beauty that seems to be missing from your brain stem. 】

The dog grumbled, sneezed, and began to roll between the couch and the original body's thighs, stretching his limbs, and finally resting his hairy legs on the thighs of the fourth original body.

And if it weren't for the fact that you had to hold on to this boring and superfluous sense of kindness, things would have been much simpler. - Format this little thing from soul to body thoroughly, and finally reprogram it into a complete set of personality data, loyalty logic, and whatever you want him to believe, and that's it, and he will neither rebel against you nor question you. Now it's so complicated to tinker with. 】

[Ugh.] Lamizan took the bristle brush and began to brush the belly hair for the border herd, [...... Thank you, great, smartest and most talented Perturabo in the world. 】

[Hmph, it's good that you know.] 】

The plush body of the demonic primordial body, which had consumed a lot of brain power, began to fight with the upper and lower eyelids.

[But...... You didn't end up turning all the legions into hoops, did you? 】

The dog did not answer, and only the sound of a tired and sleeping snorer sounded in the room.

Wail.

Consider adjusting the update time in winter.,It seems good to put the two chapters in one place?

(End of chapter)