Destiny Steel

Hall of Omens

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Lobby Readiness Level: Red-Red-Orange

The lumen outside the Hall of Omens is now in starless night, and the brilliant lights inside are mostly turned off, only in the corner where people are now seated.

The aromatic smell of incense, completely different from the previous director's hobby formula, permeated the high dome of the hall.

In addition to the components of saffron, pink pepper, rose, vetiver, agarwood, and sandalwood, there was a distinct smell of ash that should have brought some kind of association of end, destruction, or some kind of burning, but unexpectedly also evoked the warm embers of the fire after the dance of the middle desert tribesman's feast.

Julius sat in an armchair sized for a Space Marine under the lamp, a crown of thorns of psionic lightning surrounding his head, indicating that he was still on guard and ready to strike.

With that in mind, he cautiously looked at the person across from him who was still muttering incredulously in his chair.

The unstable psyker who still seems to be out of the world is none other than his new course mentor, Warband psionic advisor, Uther Ma'atra.

From the perspective of a Space Marine priest, this mortal is undoubtedly very powerful and special.

It's just that the scream he let out just now was just- uh.

The Acting Priest, with the great perseverance that Astarte's transformation had brought to him, politely resisted the urge to dig into his itchy ears as the screaming sound waves hit.

Ma'atra's entire body was in shock, leaning against his chair—it was Julius who stretched out his psionic shield against the aetheric turbulence and helped him in and sat down.

Thanks to the Emperor's protection, the Acting Priest thought to himself, thankfully I was by my side, and thankfully I knew that the Hall of Omen had an auto-reactive psionic protection protocol.

Fortunately, a few minutes after being brought into the hall, apart from the fact that every time he saw his face, Maatra would turn around and muttered to himself like an electric shock, but he didn't make the banshee-like screams and psionic outbursts that he had just made again.

Banshee-like, well, though he hadn't heard how the so-called howling banshee of the pointy-eared alien screamed, but according to the description of psionic power, he always felt that it was quite appropriate to use it here.

After a few more moments of this relatively wordless embarrassment, the green-eyed, thin mortal seemed to finally catch his breath and be able to speak.

"So......" he said with difficulty, clutching his staff, "you...... My new apprentice? ”

He was nervous and terrified, and Julius thought to himself that the psionic advisor had been confident, arrogant, calm, polite, victorious, and condescending in the short time since he appeared.

But now, the shell of this seemingly mortal icon has finally become full of mortal troubles and emotions, and it can be called mortal.

Confident and victorious, Maatra seems to have a sense of uncertainty about how things will unfold at last, as if for the first time after 10,000 years of dominating the destinies of many people, he has directly and soberly discovered and recognized the fact that even he will be tricked by fate and become an actor in a play, rather than a spectator sitting in a box and pointing out.

"That's right, Advisor Ma'atra, I have received a joint order from the commander of the regiment and the company commander, and in all respects, I am now your new apprentice."

The blonde Astarte thought for a moment and added, "This was the case until Master Emenute woke up and returned to his post." ”

"Hmm-" The psionic advisor looked noncommittal and responded with a vague syllable that was not very satisfying to the subsequent addition.

Just when the surrogate pastor was careful and ready to observe his new teacher in a flash, the other party also began to observe his new apprentice.

Uh-huh—the fifteenth primordial uncomfortably looked away from his brother's miniaturized replica of his face—uh-huh, that's really it—though he hadn't seen it a few times, but he was as familiar with the lines as the other brothers—

Okay - huh, so this one is-

"This," the blue-green eyes gestured toward Julius' head, "This, I was just going to ask, has your psychic power always been in this fixed shape?" This is in GLP'......" he paused abruptly, alertly adjusting his words, "I mean, even in an age known as psionics, it is very controllable in terms of your psionic level and time to awaken and learn...... Rare. ”

As if to add something to his own words or to worry about some misunderstanding on his part with his new students, Maatra added, "—before you came, I asked the archivist for a backup of your learning files so far, and I have seen them all, and I must say that your psionic talent (he bites the word very hard) is very, very, very good, and this emphasis on excellence means that if your psionic performance is as visible as it is from the beginning. ”

"Of course, this is normal procedure, and I can fully understand it, Advisor Ma'atra." The young priest on the other side nodded, visibly relieved that things were finally starting to get on track and that the other party had regained their calm, "Well, since I started training, as soon as my meditation or strength preparation reaches a certain level, they will automatically appear and surround my head. ”

He asked, a little curiously, "Since everyone seems pretty ...... Oh, only that time, there were two...... Respectable visitors, who seem to have expressed surprise at this, everyone else seems to be unresponsive, which I thought was a normal phenomenon. ”

"Normal——! Ha ——! The mortal youth's body jerked back, "I didn't know about that idiot who taught you before-"

"It's Master Emenut the Prophet, Advisor Ma'atra, and though you will be one of us, please show you the proper respect to the Monk Chiefs."

"......" psionic advisor stared at Julius for a second with a sneering look that made Julius quirky.

"Alright, well, no problem, but the master who taught you before (and he bit the word very hard) apparently didn't point out to you that this situation was unusual."

"I'd like to hear about it."

The acting priest unconsciously put his hand on the sacrament on his waist, and Ma'atra's gaze inadvertently glanced down—

Entire sub-sectors and fields later reported a psionic blast event that killed at least hundreds of thousands of Startalkers and lost contact with ships under the instantaneous distorted torch.

Wail.

Ha, .jpg sanctified, the health problems of the leather people and the follow-up that happened to them did not give me any respite............

There will be a second shift today, but it will be delayed

From today until the skin figure is completely back to normal, it will be updated about once a day

It should all be after dinner

Please also ask handsome or cute book friends to run and tell each other

(End of chapter)