Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 372 From Frugality to Luxury

Chaplain Geratos opened his eyes in his personal cabin.

The genetically modified biological clock in the Space Marine's body told him that he had slept for about three hours, and the time had come to about four o'clock in the morning of the next day - of course, the dormitory allocated to each soldier on the Destiny Steel not only had a beautiful artificial lumen window, but also an all-in-one machine consisting of an alarm clock and other equipment in the room, so it was impossible to get the time wrong - it was said that this was all due to the design and decoration requirements of the "Chapter Master".

Yes, although Caleb, Geratos and all other Black Templar warriors now know who the "Chapter Master" refers to, perhaps it is some weird and awkward attribute inherited from the Primarch or the Black Knights that causes them to prefer to call the Lord of the Iron Warriors "Your Excellency the Chapter Master" or "His Highness Kalosini" when possible.

Oh! Emperor! The light that shines upon us! When I think of serving the master of this name, my mind is like being tormented in fire and boiling oil. I pray that your light and teachings can relieve my sorrow and troubles...

The priest got up from his bed, knelt on his knees, and performed his morning private prayer on the rough stone floor beside the bed. In order to fulfill the priest Geratos's wish of "praying in the same conditions as in an ascetic cell", a team of engineering-specialized Castellan mechas painted with armory gears and fortress logos stepped forward and took the order.

The entire floor modification process took a total of thirteen minutes - about ten minutes were spent on explaining that they were not here to blow Pastor Geratos to pieces and holding down the stressed pastor. Then they neatly replaced the large piece of synthetic ceramic steel floor next to his bed with marble that was specially polished to a rough enough texture, and replaced his bedside lamp with a candlestick that used handmade candles.

It is said that His Highness Carlosini heard this little wish and sent a team of Castellan engineering soldiers to comment on it with a very interesting remark, "This is not taking off pants...", but no one knows what he meant. Maybe he meant that no one would wear long pants during morning prayers?
But from the perspective of Geratos's observation, he has always been amazed at the tolerance of his highness - look, now there are so many warriors from different bloodlines, legion cultures and times gathered under the command of the man in black and white fur, but he did not discipline them strictly as any soldier who had served before thought, or even use various means to write what he needs into their minds and muscles in order to make them become iron warriors who fully meet the requirements of his black and white fur tyrant clone.

Black and white fur tyrant.

Black and white fluff.

Fluff.

Glory to the Saints on Terra!
Geratos did not want to recall and describe again the reaction of the Black Templars' Emperor Champions when they first stepped into the audience chamber, filled with excitement as their beloved father ascended the throne, and as expected, saw the magnificent body of the Iron Lord, and very unexpectedly saw a black and white dog head appear in a Contemptor's Dreadnought.

The only reason they did not shout Dorn's name and charge forward to fight desperately against this product that was absolutely a mixture of heresy, aliens, and filthy psychic sorcery to them at any time in the past was that they, including Geratos himself, remembered the clear revelation given to the priest:
"Go to the Iron of Destiny, to meet 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 grant 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 finally the high wall will be rebuilt as a new temple for the Knights. Go find him! Ask him to form an unbreakable new high wall with us!"

And all the monks at that time saw the clear-cut divine light emanating from the cracked icon.

At that time, Geratos thought it was some kind of emphasis on the importance of this prophecy, but when his head buzzed and he saw this strange fearless, he suddenly realized: this miracle that everyone saw was to provide a strong and absolute proof for the pastor's sermon, so as to prevent him from being torn to pieces by his angry brothers at this moment.

We are waiting for the merciful master!

After piously praising the name of the Father of Genes for the last time, Geratos ended his prayer and stood up. As expected, his knees had been rubbed red by the rough stone floor. These slight pains did make him feel really relieved - this iron-blooded ship, now known as the Destiny Steel, made him suspect every day that he had entered some kind of illusion.

He walked into the shower room, deep in thought. The sensor that detected his entry turned the highly transparent shower room into an opaque milky white color. After a full-body rinse with water at the right temperature, the blowing of negative ion hot and cold air, and the application of holy oil with moisturizing and antibacterial functions, he felt refreshed and at the same time felt completely free of the heavy and doubtful thoughts he had when he just woke up.

Then he walked into the next compartment, and to the sound of a binary chant he had never heard before, but which certainly sounded like the Om Messiah, some mechanical arms and flexible mechanical tendrils emerged from the wall, each holding or grasping a component of his priest's power armor. Geratos stood at the designated mark and opened his arms.

Then, with the smooth operation of the servo motors, these silver mechanical arms with warning stripes quickly and accurately put on his priest power armor for him. Compared with his previous loyal chapter servants on the Inevitable Retribution, it took less than one-tenth of the time, and this was because Geratos insisted that both his power armor and weapons needed to listen to a full hymn.

As the skull helmet covered his face again, Geratos stepped out of the compartment and reached out to grasp his power scepter one last time before going out - well, it was full of energy and well maintained, and the aggressive machine spirit responded to him actively.

very good.

Everything was enjoyable and full of anticipation.

The sons of Dorne must defend their honor on that sacred battlefield!

Just this morning!

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About sixty minutes later.

Iron - In front of the officers' mess on the Ship Destiny Steel.

"How is the battle going?! Those who are still judged as survivors in the second company should immediately move closer to me! Form a dispersed attack spearhead team! Are the feint attack and heavy firepower teams in place?!"

Geratos feverishly chanted hymns and Dorn's teachings from his megaphone.

"Today, the members of the First Company and the former Fourteenth Legion are in charge of the defense! They are very tenacious!"

"Oh, the tenacity of the sons of Dorne is no less than anyone else. Remember that, brother."

In the morning of the vibrant iron-Destiny Steel, no one still remembered...

(End of this chapter)