Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 319 Miracles and Little Secrets
"This, this is a miracle! Sir! A real! Miracle!" Grand Regent Gallus waved his old and fragile arms wildly in the biting wind, completely ignoring the danger of fractures. He didn't even notice. The mask that wrapped his head and face had fallen apart - "Sweet rain from the sky! Sir! Hahahahaha! They are sweet water! They are fresh water! They are clear water! Hahahaha! It is rain! It is water! It is water!"

Young children looked up curiously at the clear water droplets falling from the sky.

They had read fairy tales about it, poems about it, and descriptions about it from books that had been passed down for generations, with the edges furred and the fonts blurred, but this was the first time they really saw it.

"Mom, is this rain?"

"Yes, child. This is rain!" Her mother hugged her, and the child saw the expression on her mother's face that seemed to be crying and laughing, "Mom, there is rain in your eyes." She raised her hand to wipe it. , but was surprised to find that the liquid was warm.

And more people broke out of the concrete block walls of the Temple City that had been regarded as their lifeline. They fell to their knees, kissed the wet sand, with tears in their eyes, and murmured thanks and thanksgiving. The words of prayer allowed the precious rain to soak through their clothes.

Among the residents rushing out of the city, one group of people stood out.

Their clothes were almost all loose hooded robes and hanging ornaments around their necks. They were a group of their own and were obviously rejected by other residents. Under the hems and cuffs of their clothes that were blown up by the wind, they revealed bodies that were more mutated than the others.

"What's going on with those people? Is that what I think? The pendants hanging around their necks are the symbols of the Astropaths?"

Standing next to Regent Gallus, who finally started to become calmer and stood up and patted his shabby robes in shame for his lack of etiquette before driving, the leader of the Eighth Army asked.

Now he wears a light half-length power armor on the outside of his shirt made from materials that the Mechanic Priests rummaged through. The lightning across the midnight is detailed, and the low-key black gold on the skull and bat wings is inlaid with the Roman numeral VIII, represented by the Terminator. A low-end version of the Lightning Claw modified from power gloves and Dreadnought spare parts rested quietly on the back of his hand. Although the disintegration field was not activated, no one doubted how powerful it could be in the hands of the Lord of Night. Terrible weapon.

The upper part of his long black hair was carefully braided into many braids, and then rolled up again on the back of his head. Octavia (again, the busy aristocratic navigator, but after all, she is this The only person here who was proficient in the nobility's clothing, food, housing and transportation) taught Talos, Selion and Markutian how to braid the original body's hair and apply hair care oil, but Talos was slapped twice by Valier due to his serious injury. After being slapped, Valier was dragged back to the infirmary irritably (to be honest, Valier was even too irritable) to continue receiving treatment. Selion and Markutian were also ordered to return to the ward. They no longer needed the help of the Night Lords. It's time to slowly recover with a very small amount of medicine and crude prosthetics, and rely solely on your own body's recovery to cope with the next battle.

The Lord of Night believes that the four wounded who originally belonged to the First Claw should receive good treatment.

Although the War Philosopher once had elegant taste and dexterity, no matter how hard Dietrian squeezed him, he could not squeeze out the fearless bionic power fingers with relic-level dexterity. Therefore, in the end, the honor of learning to braid hair and combing the original body's hair fell to him. ——On the heads of Charr and Ursus.

uh-huh.

Miss Navigator later claimed "Next time I will unleash the same rage that taught them both on anyone who dares attack us, I don't think anything will survive that". In short, these two warriors still completed the tasks assigned to them by the original body.

But the most eye-catching thing is the animal on the Night Lord's shoulder.

This animal was pure black when it appeared, and without anyone seeing the speed of its action, it directly attacked the Phoenix Lord Jarn Zhar of the Eldar Howling Banshee Shrine - referring to scratching the flower directly. He took off her Death Face Mask and then tore open the Phoenix Armor in an attempt to take out her heart, liver, and lungs.

The animal was then quickly taken into the Coronation's large bathhouse amidst the inexplicable screams of the Lord of the Eighth Army.

It is said that some kind of inhuman howl was heard throughout the ship.

And when it came out and appeared on the shoulders of the original body again, it was like this - a black and white cow cat with long and soft coat, sparkling to the point of gorgeousness, in addition to sharp and unusually long claws, it also had a very smelly face. , it seems that no one is pleased with it.

"This is the summoned beast that I condensed with the power of my gift." The Eighth Primarch told his descendants and others, "Therefore do not doubt its intelligence and understanding, nor its second sight. You should consider it as another side of me."

So the Night Lords took it well after the initial turmoil, while the Sons of the Origin fell into a sort of eerie silence, with only private discussions held in helmets and whispers: Sergeant Aeneas' Navigation of the Coronation The revelations received from the reporter and the Astropathic Choir were so unbelievable at the time that they were not kept secret.

But now that it has been discovered that the "black and white plush" is likely to be a concrete manifestation of something, the meaning of the Emperor's Tarot revelation is like a sharp blade stabbing into the hearts of the captives who are even more confused.

"Yes, my lord." The old man, Regent of Gallus - he was allowed to retain this title with trepidation after asking for permission - looked increasingly frightened. "They are our state religion and astropaths... They have been in the temple since hundreds of years ago. We will also send qualified children in."

He swallowed, "Each regent will 'clear' part of them regularly and as necessary. As for other times, we just let them worship on their own. They have always been hiding deep in the hall of their cabins, facing the sun and their ancestors. In fact, they may have succeeded in making the so-called star language call, but they may not have... Usually they will not come out. This time, I am afraid that anyone will want to come and witness such a grand miracle. My Lord, if you think so. If they feel uncomfortable, I can have someone take them back immediately..."

"There is no need to hide anything from me, Gallus." The voice of the leader of the Eighth Army was still as soft as hissing poetry, but it sounded like a bolt from the blue to the old man, "In fact, the population of Thessaguarsa has dropped so much. On the one hand, there is a lack of material, and on the other hand - the reason why you have not further sought the help of astropaths from the Origin Chapter before is precisely because your secret is that the number of new psykers here has always been unusually large. , almost half as many as newborns, right?”

Regent Garrus's lips curled up in horror.

(End of this chapter)