Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 389: Well... at least it's a champion chosen by God

"Angron--Lord! Good morning! Ah! You are so heroic and flawless today!"

Again.

The accusatory looks from the Second Captain and his peers made Brother Oliphosius, the Ninth Captain, who was also the Master of the Chapter Apothecary Guild and the de facto head of apothecaries in the entire system, hang his head in shame.

hateful! !
Why did I let him leave the infirmary and go to Port Roaming in a daze?

We should continue to report that he has not recovered yet and then give him the maximum sedative and let this perverted scourge lie there quietly until he dies!

In this way, we won’t have to endure this kind of lunatic who harasses us, the father of our genes, every day and acts so arrogantly in front of us!
But when he thought of his long-missing comrade who was lying in the infirmary and had not yet woken up, as well as the other unfortunate captives who had been rescued and were receiving more physical and psychological treatment, Oliphocius sighed secretly in his helmet.

All I can say is... I hope Brother Tarvitz, a member of the Iron Lord's Honor Guard, can get off duty early today.

Only this former member of the Emperor's Children could rush over and temporarily drag the reluctant Lucius back. Not even the Imperial Court's chief steward, the sacred and fearless elder Rilano, could convince Lucius. Instead, he was almost so angry that he wanted to open his newly replaced plasma cannon on the spot to clear the way for the court swordsmen.

As a result, everyone had to appease Elder Rilano, who rarely got angry but was very difficult to appease when angry. By the time they came to their senses, Lucius had already stuck to their genetic father again - how annoying!
——Anyway, he will come here again when he gets the chance and has time.

For the sake of the Primarch and the Iron Lord! They couldn't launch a defensive array of weapons at the Thunderhawk that Lucius was riding! God knows how much they wanted to do so!
Oliphocius has recently received several cases of hand injuries caused by excessive hitting of sandbags and wooden stakes in the medical room.

Even Ms. Lotara Salin was in a bad mood, which delayed the progress of the improvement work of various facilities on the Desert Ark, which had just started to improve.

It's really despairing. How could a friendly force that actually did nothing significant allow things to develop to this point?

Oliphocius watched as Lucius, wearing a set of finely carved power armor that was obviously custom-made for him, gleaming with silver and gold, and looking gorgeous, with scrolls shamelessly written on it like "For the most perfect Lord Angron in the world, I am willing to go to hell to fetch water for you." He followed the tall and majestic figure of the Gene Father with admiration on his face, who looked helpless.

Fortunately, the other former officers of the Emperor's Children did their best in the first few days to show all their cousins ​​that they were absolutely normal, very normal, and that "Lucius was the only one who was abnormal!", thus avoiding the situation where their collective reputation was harmed. However, Lucius' personal reputation now seems to be irreparable.

"Thank you for your generous compliments, Lucius." The voice of the Supreme Tyrant of Nuceria was still as strong and soothing as the warm sun shining on people's backs in winter. "What important matter has brought you here today? If not, you can go to the Destiny Steel with me in a moment. I am going to meet my brothers today."

The court swordsman gracefully performed a swordsman's salute to his idol. If nothing else, at least after he returned from the Ruthless Flame, the already elegant movements of this Astartes, who was famous for his swordsmanship, had indeed improved a step further, becoming... rhythmic and pleasing to the eye.

Once, out of frustration, Oliphovius tried to measure his steps and movements in preparation for a verbal attack on him, but the pharmacist brothers were horrified to discover that Lucius, at least in terms of the physical aspect of the Astartes, might have indeed achieved some kind of perfection.

His build was on the thin side for a Space Marine, as was customary for the Emperor's Children, which suited his gene-seed and his habit of using a relatively fast power sword as a weapon, but any natural proportions of his muscular skeleton or some minor, normal asymmetries and other features that a human should have were beginning to fade.

Yes, it faded. Because Lucius had been treated for a long time before, his physical data was very complete and detailed in Oliphosi's hands. But now it is easy to see that the places that were originally excellent but still had some normal minor flaws have obviously moved towards the ideal value compared to before. Although not much, there are indeed systemic changes in the whole body. In his report, Oliphosi believed that this discovery may still need to be observed whether it was caused by contamination. The only reason is that this change did not repair the scars on Lucius's body - although they were all healed, the skin and flesh were intact, and would not affect the swordsman's strength and speed, but the shape and size of the wounds were completely left on the swordsman's smooth body, like some kind of tattoo record.

So Olipho could see what Lucius had endured or what had happened to him on the Relentless Flame in order to find the whereabouts of Ironheart's lost comrades. In addition to the huge circular wound on his chest and the teeth marks all over his body, the swordsman also had a complete circle of butchering and cutting marks under the neck seal of his power armor, just like...

...But this is a detail that the Lord of Iron and Lord Angron have jointly strictly ordered not to be revealed. Of course, His Highness Ramezane had specifically mentioned to Oliphovius how his infirmary should respond if a situation arose again where Lucius needed to be retrieved, so the Captain of the Ninth Company was very clear about the severity of the situation.

The pharmacist withdrew his thoughts.

Sighed.

And under the condemning and puzzled gazes of his brothers, he quietly withdrew his medical arm and the anesthetic injection on it.

Forget it, after all... after all, he is a champion chosen by God and comes to your doorstep... at least with his guards on both sides, he can serve as a meat shield for the Father of Genes in the first place.

Oliphocius, forced by Lucius, had never had such a vicious thought in his life, the pharmacist thought.

……Really?

Can I really just bear with this?
Looking at Lucius, who almost wanted to kiss the ring on the finger of their genetic father with his lips, but left with a smile after the helpless red-haired monarch turned his hand over to stroke his silver hair, Oliphocius felt that this might be the biggest long-term test in his career as a Space Marine.

His medical arm was stirring again.

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At a certain time and place on the other side of the galaxy, Chief Captain Kahn, who was untying the chains on his wrists that were wet with the blood of the enemy and began to slip, and then tying them again, suddenly felt a strange feeling of dissatisfaction in his heart.

The old soldier, with gray hair but still in good spirits, glanced around vigilantly. Everything was normal. There were only dead enemies and living comrades.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Kahn? Are there still remaining enemies nearby that have not been cleared out?"

"No." The Primarch Guard Captain, Chapter Champion, and First Captain of Ironheart savored and thought for a moment before answering the warriors beside him, "It's just a weird feeling of blood rushing. I need to calm the boiling caused by the battle. There's nothing going on around me. Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

(End of this chapter)