Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 331 Freshmen
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This chapter contains some descriptions of childbirth scenes. Imperial citizens and big buns who cannot accept this can avoid reading it.

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After the banquet on the day of germination, all members of the Astropathic Guild of Thesaguarza's state religion underwent the test of the Lord of Night (meaning they lined up in front of the Lord of Night and his divine beast messengers), and then began training in different categories according to the final development results of their psychic power strength, self-control ability and void skills.

Now, Bishop Sandra proudly reported that their planet had 35,112 psykers with combat capabilities above Iota I level and 24,982 psykers with psychic strength above Zeta Z level, which was enough to attempt astropathic communication - considering that they only had a total population of 10 million from infants to the elderly, and according to Regent Gallus's data they would also "deal with" infants with severe mutations and out-of-control conditions - the proportion was very, very shocking.

Moreover, it has been proven that all the survivors on this planet except the psykers now generally have a negative psyker level lower than Sigma Σ but higher than that of ordinary people. They can even form a team of Φ-level negative psykers of appropriate age - a very remarkable statistical and training achievement. However, Ramizarn was temporarily in no mood to reply to the ground with words of praise, because something big happened on the Cursed Echo.

Octavia - or rather, Lady Eurydice of House Melvalien, is about to become a mother!

The First Claws, who had arrived upon hearing the news, were already standing at the edge of the hall, like a buzzing wall of ceramic steel and adamantium composed of skulls, lightning, and night.

She was experiencing severe labor pains, sweat soaking her black hair, and her head maid - the mutant maid who had just had the audacity to inform the bridge and was now trembling while trying to take care of her mistress.

"Normally I would consider this fetus to be full-term and healthy." Valere put away the tools on his medical armplate under the scorching gaze of a group of mortals and Astartes.

"but……"

Septimus's expression became visibly tense. Talos thought sourly, this lucky bastard... He was his exclusive slave technician and Thunderhawk pilot before! Well, he is indeed very talented, and knows how to live, repair, and arrange the room in an orderly manner... And not everyone can drive an Astarte Thunderhawk to the effect of a mortal Valkyrie... But as Octavia's painful groans began to turn into screams, Talos's inner curses on this lucky bastard quickly escalated into "The cursed bastard who couldn't control XX actually took advantage of the treasures on our ship. Shameful thief and robber".

If their genetic father had not been present at the moment, Talos was sure that he could have punched Septimus in the handsome, bearded face, kicked him, thrown him against the cabin wall, and finally stepped on his throat with a combat boot...

"But what? Valer." The soft, lazy hissing voice of the Night Lord pulled the Soul Hunter back to reality from his happy fantasy. He looked around. Cerion smiled and Ciel made a silent gesture to him - well, they all knew.

"But given that the subjects and experimental embryos I have been working with have not included this mortal, naturally occurring, and completely natural birth situation, all I can say is, I will try my best, my Lord."

"What I mean is that you've never delivered a mortal baby and you have no experience as an obstetrician and gynecologist, so you're actually very nervous, right?"

(*I saw it coming! This kid! Even though he looks as shit as his teacher ("Don't say bad words!" (*But Octavia said that too!)), if he was really that insensitive he wouldn't have followed Talos out.)
"Okay, I believe that with your ability, you can handle any emergency situation. Don't worry."

Septimus blinked uneasily at the implications of this statement, and seemed to want to say something.

At this time, the woman in labor stopped him with her eyes, and then spoke with difficulty, gasping for breath in the gaps between contractions, "Your Highness?"

"Eurydice of Melvalien, I am here."

"Is it possible that your great power cannot see the end of my childbirth? Or," she forced an ugly smile on her pale lips, "I will have a difficult delivery, and he will have no future, or only this child will remain?"

"No! Eurydice!" Septimus could no longer bear it and rushed to her side, holding her hand, and looked in panic at the god in the navigator's hall who was as tall as the night.

"No." Ramizane shook his head. The black and white cat paced solemnly at the feet of the Lord of Night, wagging its huge furry tail. "It's not like that. It's your child, Eurydice, Koros (Septimus' eyes widened at the name). Do you really want to listen?"

“Yes… Your Highness… Ahhhh!” The woman tried to be decent but couldn’t help crying out. Her nails dug into the man’s arm beside her. “I, I can feel that he’s about to… he’s about to come…!”

Valer's cruelly calm voice sounded at the right time, "Well, your heart rate and hormone indicators are good. The fetus is in the left anterior occipital position. The pelvis has begun to expand. The cervical opening is four fingers wide - eight fingers wide for mortals. Keep pushing."

"It's okay. Well, the main thing is that his fate is beginning to be determined at this moment. I feel embarrassed about the fact that he is destined to have another godfather and join the Astartes Legion."

The woman's eyes widened, and so did the man. "But he..."

"Yes, he is the son of a mortal and a navigator... but it is a very, very rare case that he inherited your navigator qualifications while being in perfect health. Of course, I promised you that his future will be decided by himself."

The woman began to breathe heavily, her contractions and spasms had become extremely frequent. Valer had covered her with a surgical sheet as instructed, but everyone could smell the increasingly strong scents of fresh blood, amniotic fluid, pheromones from the fetus, and other odors in the air - this was both familiar and unfamiliar to the murderous Midnight Lords.

"I never thought it would be like this." Makutian looked at the woman giving birth in awe, and whispered to Serion beside him. The latter pursed his lips and stared at the center of the hall, but his clenched hands revealed his heart. "Come on, Makutian, shut up, at least you have seen your mother."

"Oh." The heavy bomb poet closed his mouth, Ursus laughed, and his face gradually returned to its usual calm as he watched the birth of a new life.

"But his eyes! Ah!" Octavia arched her body and began her final struggle.

Valer's steady voice sounded, "I can see the top of the baby's head. Push! It will be out soon!"

"His eyes! Your Highness!" With a scream, the navigator's stomach visibly deflated, and a fishy and hot liquid flowed on the ground. Valer began to pick up the prepared medical wipes and wipe the child.

"This is my dilemma," the Lord of the Night hissed softly, and his black and white cat summoned beast jumped onto the woman's delivery bed. It seemed a little overwhelmed, but carefully touched her with its nose. "He has the power of a navigator, but he has no mutant characteristics - he doesn't have a third eye. In his eyes, yes. Perfect present vision and warp control. Talos will be his gene seed provider, and his godfather is someone else. As long as he is willing, the new Eighth Legion will be his sanctuary."

The Night Lord's dark eyes met the Navigator's eyes in the air, and they both knew what this prophecy meant.

Finally, the woman nodded wearily.

"You are right, Your Highness. He can only be from the Eighth Legion. He must be an Astartes."

She placed her hands on the face of the baby, looking at him lovingly and sadly, and then pressed her lips to the cheek of the bewildered Septimus, holding them tightly.

"Your Highness."

Eurydice made one final inquiry before the others quietly left the hall one by one to leave space for the family of three.

"What do you want to know?"

"what is his name?"

The black and white long-haired cat licked the child's eyes, then swiftly ran back to the Night Lord's shoulder.

"Although Decimus is also the general's name, I think I can give him a more suitable name on behalf of his godfather. - Iago Adfusus will be his name."

"Iago Adfusos." Mother nodded. "That's good. Thank you, Your Highness."

The black and white cat meowed in response.

Then the hatch's airlock closed.

(End of this chapter)