Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 345: Mass production of some rare workers to increase production capacity

The Black Templars' fanaticism was curbed by the holy events that happened one after another, but their passion to fight and sacrifice themselves increased instead of diminishing.

At first, they saw their lost and suffering Gene-Father, whose only remaining remains were nailed into this golden cage, stand up.

His mind, which was too far away from them to understand what the descendants were going to do, seemed to understand that they were going to launch a one-way battle of atonement and salvation for him against such a powerful being as the Primarch.

The golden mechanical giant stretched out his hands toward his offspring. The metal death mask and the electronic muscle bundles around him made him look like a combination of an ancient statue and distant technology.

Then, an incredible sight came over the eyes of the blessed one.

Brother Atreus was the first to come forward and claim it against Reverend Geratos.

"I heard it. He knelt before the lord and the priest. His voice was soft and dreamy.

"I see it, brother priest, I know now our sin, our pride is our sin, I see our atonement, I saw it in a vision."

Caleb and Geratos looked at each other.

Though this was neither the Pillar of Bones nor the incense- and banner-wreathed chapel of their own ship Necessary, the making of a holy place did not consist in its location and surroundings.

This was the edge of the Astronomican, the furthest point within the reach of the God-Emperor's gaze - He was still watching the Black Templars, they were sure of it.

"Tell me about the vision you had," said the priest.

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Then they clothed Atreus with the ancient black armor anointed with holy oil, and the great black sword was given into his hand, and a golden laurel wreath shone softly on his helmet.

"Atreus, you are the crusader champion of our expedition, you will..."

But before Geratos's blessing ceremony was over, another brother knelt down and claimed that he had received a divine vision.

At first the priest was furious, thinking that this was caused by unforgivable jealousy or other emotions, "Even if we are filled with such great anger at what happened to Holy Donne, we must not let ourselves deviate from His right path!"

But one after another, until Caleb and Geraltos themselves fell into a hazy dream.

They saw how their father was abducted by his old enemy, and how he endured humiliation and preserved his own will until he met them. For a higher goal, the sacred Dorne was willing to make himself the cornerstone of mankind's greatness again.

How dare they arrogantly make demands on their selfless and great father based on their narrow speculations!

Pride and stubbornness are their sins, and they need to atone for them by serving their most intolerable enemy and protecting their divine father. The crusade of atonement will be their only way to redeem themselves, their penance to wash away the stains of their blindness and arrogance.

To this end, they even received unprecedented honors to ensure that the faith of everyone in this Crusaders would never be shaken by anything they encountered.

The Black Templars laid down their weapons, and tears streamed down their faces as they looked at the remains of the Gene-Father who stood silently at the head and stretched out his hands to them. "We will obey!"

Deep sacred hymns emanated from the loudspeakers.

"The Black Templar never refuses a challenge!"

"For atonement! For you! The Emperor on the throne! For you! Holy Dorne!"

They sang in the wild joy of being shown the way, and shed hot tears in their helmets.

"We will all atone here. As champions, we swear to endure all strange looks, endure the test of serving the great enemy's mind, obtain the noble forgiveness with our extreme asceticism, and protect our holy father until the day when the glorious mountain array welcomes back its true master."

Magna was pleasantly surprised to find that the gesture he made to stop them from coming back when he stood up seemed to be effective. The group of black descendants who had been clamoring and seemed to be on the verge of "Fight! Fun!" and "Go fight! Fight for fun!" suddenly quieted down, and with tears in their eyes, they gathered around him again, allowing him to touch their heads and weapons one by one.

Hey, this is good. Well, let me touch them, touch their heads one by one.

...? Why did you cry and kiss my hand? ...Forget it, considering that they are now settled, this is not a big deal.

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Ramizarn, as he always told others, was just an ataxic librarian. He was not proficient in the bizarre wars or warp arts here. His outstanding performance among the Night Lords was partly (Ramizarn believed) because Konrad Curze "ceded" some of his authority and power and "lent" it to him with the curiosity of a naughty boy, observer and cold-blooded hunter.

Fortunately, in the end, he (he thought) still moved the Night Haunter with his sincerity, politeness, and superb fur-stroking and verbal skills, and successfully pulled him back to the area where he could think and communicate normally - God knows! He just realized that he had to cheer up and work hard to settle everything, otherwise what if Curze gnawed his soul? Or if he couldn't get the help of this master of omens?! Then he would definitely not be able to come back and touch his Perturabo with his own hands!
Who could have guessed how eager he was to come back, lie down and enjoy his ideal retirement life of “dog working, man watching the show”!
I worked so hard to be a librarian just to lie down!
Not here to work!

I hope I can lie down every day, eat delicious food, drink coffee, play with the dog, and sleep, then get up to paint handmade chess pieces and go to the sand table in the hall of the Twelve Temples to play with everyone...

So we must deal with the unrest in time! Black Templars... Anyway, we were all Imperial Fists 10,000 years ago, so adding another team to the Iron Blood won't be a big deal, right?
To be honest, the method that Curze used to display the foreboding illusion in his consciousness to help him understand the future was really useful for temporarily spreading a fake miracle of revelation...

The soul floating on the ceiling looked around guiltily. The one on the golden throne probably wouldn't come to collect the copyright fee. After all, he didn't have the first legal department in the universe or the first national tax bureau in the universe...

But to be honest, can we really use the scenes we read in history books to accurately describe them?
Not what I said.

You, the Black Templar, seem a little gullible.

Great, I've managed to get Pepe and Magna a large group of Imperial Space Marines with their own equipment, ships and identities! The more people working, the better! As long as there are enough people working consciously, one day I can completely retire and start fishing, walking the dog and doing handicrafts!

...By the way, can I use this method to tell them that I'm back? ! Yes!

Someone's soul suddenly reacted and happily rushed back to the room where the body of the fourth original was kept.

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Behind the distant curtain, although the army of Tzeentch was still strong, the other three Supreme Beings also reaped great rewards. At least, new boundaries and balance were re-formed.

(End of this chapter)