Roger Dorn has left.

But Roger Dorn is everywhere.

Lessander knows this.

He was kneeling in the chapel now, having just lit the incense and candles placed on the altar for his prayers (the incense and candles in this place looked and smelled in accordance with the requirements of the state religion, incredible, wasn't it really some kind of cognitive filter?). …… No, Lessander, don't think, don't think. ）。

The golden artificial lumen outside the window poured on the smooth ground through the high and narrow channel flower window, and in a trance, this place was just like he knelt in the sacred building of the mountain formation at this moment in the past and prayed, it was very wonderful, obviously a chaotic rebellion...... The flagship of the Iron Warriors, this giant ship that gathers the power of many heretics, still has such exquisite and undesecrated buildings and sculptures on it.

The company commander could even tell that the builders here were indeed enjoying the process of making these buildings and works of art, and the transformed and strengthened flesh gave them precision and strength beyond mortals, and when they did not use this ability for destruction, but for construction, even the stone and metal were filled with a vigorous vitality that should not be here.

Danat Lessander realized, very, very reluctantly, that he was the only one in his vocabulary that was most applicable here.

When he arrived this time in a nonchalant mood, and once again got up close and personal with the most skilled masters, he realized that if this place was built by the Iron Warriors, then every war blacksmith was likely to be a true master builder on the other side of them.

And every fine marble, bronze, silver, and gold of the place, which had been carefully polished to a smooth and finely curved surface, had been carried to such a tight fit by the men who had previously held the chainsaw axes and blasters, and the heavy and massive stones had probably been lifted to such a tight fit by the many gigantic machines and their operators who were more accustomed to crashing down houses and razing buildings to the ground.

Behold, this imperial icon is so lifelike, and the golden laurel wreath shines brightly above his head, and his eyes are shining golden corundum, and his stone lips and body movements look soft and warm, as if he could step down from the altar and speak in the next moment.

But He is not here.

He is not ...... Love for all.

Lysander already knows.

Having recited in his mind one last time the prayers he had been taught the first time he had learned to speak, Danat Lessander stood up, gathered his mind, and prepared to set out for the armory here.

His private communication channel had been pulled into an encrypted internal channel dedicated to Iron Blood by a self-proclaimed "Sage" earlier.

A striking unread red dot then lit up in Lysander's communicator, reminding him that he had received a copy from the War Commander's office (how could there be such a thing in this place?). Even though there may be multiple warbands here, but the Warbandleader? Commander?! Office? Does Chaos also work? ).

The notice, although long, was very detailed, practical and non-nonsense, and it clearly informed him in the form of a form:

The location and opening time of the ship's officers' cafeteria (why do they eat three meals a day with extra snacks and Astarte-only drinks?) This must be some kind of corrupt act! ）；

Training hall and gladiatorial cage instruction manual (even though I know this is Iron Warriors' territory, but as chaos isn't it a little too standardized!) ）；

Specifications for the opening hours and use of baths and hot spring pools (what the hell is this place?!) Could it be the brewing of some kind of plague...... ）；

The Armory's newly developed holographic combat simulation training room (and what is this?) A code name for some kind of brainwashing training device?! Notifications of upcoming openings;

Opening hours and membership recruitment notices for the Twelve Temples Hall Wargame Club Brotherhood (what the hell is this?!) The realm of the Great Muscal?! ）；

The Hall of Omens Runes and Sorcery Salon welcomes anyone to visit and communicate, and will provide a free divination service once a month for each monk brother.*P.S. No advice on love or racial fate will be given (Isn't the Hall of Omen exactly the name my father told me?). Is it so easy to find and enter the gate...... ）；

If you can see this line of text, then congratulations! Champion, you are also welcome to the Great Library, please remember, if you can't get the books out, don't take them hard, and be sure to report to Master Kaduer at the door before entering and when you leave (The Great Library?). The beginning of this sentence is really very suspicious, champion, ha, how ironic! I think this must be a taunt from some Iron Warrior clerk, and I'm not going to bring shame on myself);

The location of the pharmacist's infirmary and the instructions for help on night duty, as well as the working hours of the presiding pastor of the chapel (what did I see?!). No, no, what the hell is this place? I thought I was going to be like the degenerates and enemies I had killed...... And now I feel very lost...... Dorne my father! Why did you leave in such a hurry...... Your faithful heirs are in desperate need of your guidance...... ）；

Finally, there is the location of the personal dormitory room assigned to him (even if there is a guide map, why is there some strange simple villain icon in the dormitories of a row of starmarines to mark the location of the "fire" escape route?!). ）；

And the last notice clearly states that Lessander's current "dress" does not meet the "requirements of the standard norms of this warband" (this warband?). Aren't you Iron Warriors? Wait, the Father of Genes did mention that he had to disguise himself with them...... Well, Lessander, don't think about it, don't think about it, be careful about your duties, and follow orders. ), and asked him to arrive at the Armory within one Terra hour after receiving the notice, and to hand in the bright yellow Terminator Power Armor and weapons he is currently wearing, so that the Armory can modify and paint them "in accordance with the actual situation and needs".

Since receiving this notice, Lessander has spent some time in this solemn but too deserted chapel.

So he really should have left immediately.

Just as he was about to turn and walk towards the door, footsteps came from the small door behind the icon of the chapel.

The company commander reflexively grasped the weapon and turned his body sideways in a wary posture in the direction from which the voice came.

The altar door opened.

"My Father......"

Danat Lessander began to think that maybe madness or betrayal was not his own problem, it should be the world's problem.

A skull mask helmet, black power armor, a scepter, a rosary, and a sacrament appeared in his sight, representing the priest's brother.

Yes.

He thought in a trance.

That notice did just mention "pastor hours."

It can't be more outrageous, right?

Otherwise, I'd believe I'm an Iron Warrior.

No, my father, tell me, no, no, right?

Wail.

The prelude to the madness of Lysander who begins to believe in everything (you)

It's all like this, what else can't be accepted, there can't be anything more outrageous, hahaha.jpg

It's a relaxing one! Suitable for reading on the first day of the new year

Good night!

(End of chapter)