Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 355 Honey and Cream

"So what happened after that, Geratos?"

The castle lord Caleb stood next to Geratos.

When the priest awoke from his slumber, he asked Caleb to gather everyone together, announcing that he would tell them what he had seen and the true significance of their expedition.

They were now in the chapel aboard the Inevitable Retribution.

The regiment servants and hymn servitors had long stopped their repetitive burning of incense and candles. They all lowered their hands and quietly retreated into the shadows of the corridors under the rib walls on both sides of the chapel. Only the red mechanical prosthetic eyes and biochemical implants were still emitting the slight mechanical noise of multi-angle recording.

Except for Atreus and his companions who left first, the rest of the brothers in the chapter half-knelt quietly, listening to the priest who claimed to have received divine revelation telling them about the sacred scene he had seen - although the commotion below had become more and more obvious since the beginning, Caleb's eyes swept across sternly, suppressing all the uneasy and excited reactions below.

The priest knelt at the altar in the center at the top with a peaceful expression.

He was still dressed barefoot in an ascetic robe and had taken off his black armor, but he voluntarily inserted special exorcism ritual biological probes deep into all the joints on his body. Two mechanical priests accompanying the army were responsible for operating this consecrated Ohm Messiah instrument to confirm the purity of the priest's heart and the truth of his words in front of everyone.

The huge golden statue at the top looks down at the altar, and the focus of the eyes of the statue of the God-Emperor is exactly the gaze that people kneeling on the altar can feel.

"Then I arrived at the Great House," he answered. "There I finally met our father. Rogal Dorn."

Caleb frowned.

"That boy, Caleb. That child is our holy father. When I walked into the big house, I was stunned to find myself sitting at a table full of delicacies I had never seen before. There was a steaming meal in front of me and a cup of Rekha coffee. And a man sat next to me."

"Such a delicacy must represent the superficial temptation of the world. It runs counter to the asceticism we advocate. You must not talk nonsense! Geratos! God Emperor! Please guide us to drive out the unclean and filthy things from him! Bring the pure Geratos brother back to us!"

As the intensity of the exorcist whip intensified, the electric current from the biological probes wrapped around Geratos' body, and Astartes' reinforced muscles spasmed due to the intense pain, but his voice still maintained a strange steady state.

"I have never seen anything that makes me so sure of peace and contentment, Caleb, I only want to share my joy and happiness with you, so that you can also benefit from His grace. You should listen carefully. - When I turned my head, I thought it was the child who led me here at first glance, and then before my next breath, I looked into his white-blue eyes, and then I realized that this was not a mortal. What I saw was the young appearance of our Holy Father. How lucky I am!"

The wrinkles between the castle lord's eyebrows were almost carved into his forehead skin. He raised his hand and was about to ask the servants of Om Messiah to increase the amount of electricity passing through until the man was knocked unconscious. Geratos had served the warband loyally for more than 200 years. He should not end in disgrace like this. Stop his crazy preaching first and have a final talk with him...

Perhaps another lord of the castle or even the Brothers of the Sword would have thought that giving a priest who had been obviously corrupted and began to spread his nonsense to other monks a quick death would be a good thing for everyone, but apparently, the trace of mercy that Geratos had criticized in the past that prevented Caleb from "promoting himself to a higher place" influenced the lord's actions.

Caleb will be thankful for his decision many times in the future.

The increased current produced bright arcs on the neural interface, and the smell of burnt meat filled the air. "...He has grown up. He is so huge, majestic, and noble. He has both the vicissitudes of life and the vigor of youth. His white-blue eyes are filled with huge energy like blazing stars. He told me that he is Rogal Dorn, the resurrected one, the foundation of hope, and the god of great blood. As long as we follow his guidance, the Templars will be rebuilt, and he will send his most beloved and best son to lead us. Caleb, brothers, we will be led by a true legend, fight for justice under his command, and gain true redemption!"

The pastor's voice suddenly became fanatical, and electric currents, no, golden and silver lights began to clash fiercely on his body, with black arcs of light passing through him in a low-key manner. With exclamations and prayers, everyone in the chapel knelt down and began to recite the most sublime hymns they knew.

In everyone's eyes, the black and gold glow was constantly repairing Geratos' body that was damaged by the electric current, restoring it to its best condition.

"Go to the Iron of Destiny!" Geratos shouted, so loudly, "Go to see the Lord of Iron and Blood! Go and ask for help from the man in black and white fur! He will be able to help you! He will be able to fulfill your wishes! Serve him! Then Rogal Dorn can return to the world! Then the world will become the promised land of honey and milk! Then the wall will eventually be rebuilt as a new temple for the knights. Go find him! Go and ask him to form an unbreakable new wall with us!"

The golden statue rumbled with thunder and vibrated. Everyone looked at the golden statue in horror and bewilderment as it emitted a bright light. Then it broke apart. Like some kind of focused light, a black light wrapped in golden light shot out from the cracked head, roaring and pointing in the direction of another place in the void.

On the Desert Ark, all the Primarchs and former Imperial Regents, except Ramizarn, raised their heads as if they were aware of something.

"It seems that the Great Rift has indeed caused additional effects." Malcador slowly lowered the quill that was automatically writing under his spell. "What do you plan to do?"

He looked at the border collie, who had also stopped calculating.

The other party bared his teeth, the fur on the back of his neck stood up, and was about to say something -

"What's wrong with you all?" The body of the fourth Primarch suddenly sat up and asked, "Are you okay? Why did I feel like someone was calling me just now..."

Perturabo jumped down from his seat without a word, then threw himself into Ramezane's arms, tightening his ears and pressing his body tightly against his embrace.

"Oh, my God, how can there be such a sweet and handsome creature in the world! Perturabo!" The man whose attention was immediately attracted began to suck his lips and hold his throat while hugging his black and white dog, while looking up at Master Kadur, who was smiling kindly and twistedly.

"Sorry, how did I fall asleep? I seemed to be still working just now. I hope I didn't affect your work progress..."

"It's okay." The former Imperial Regent picked up his teacup. "Ahalin has gone to get our honey cream pancakes. Magna, could you please add some tea for me?"

The atmosphere of afternoon tea in Perturabo's office was still harmonious and peaceful.

All the new warp storms in the sector and even the entire dark side have nothing to do with them at this moment.

(End of this chapter)