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Chapter 913 Kitten

From its inception, the Lamenters Chapter seemed to be shrouded in misfortune, yet they were among the very few Space Marines who, like the Salamanders, treated people as human beings and possessed a strong spirit of self-sacrifice to save mortals.

The problem is that this is the Warhammer universe, and the theme is never about good people getting good rewards, especially for the Weeping Ones. Rather than being unlucky, it's more like fate is playing a cruel trick on them.

But this time, the fate of the mourners changed because they got a cat.

Even before the Great Rebellion broke out, the Word Bearers, who had secretly colluded with the warp gods, had been promoting these beliefs to other Space Marine legions.

Few people notice that, in addition to the four evil gods, there is an even more mysterious being, the Deceptive Goddess Buddha Mother.

The Goddess of Deception never shows herself, neither corrupting nor interfering. Because her symbol is a cat's paw and her rituals are exceptionally unique, she gradually came to be known as the Goddess of Cats. Only those who cherish words and a few others know the title of Goddess of Deception.

Because of their low profile, even the Empire was unable to raise their guard. As a result, during the Great Crusade, some Space Marines collected cat paw ornaments and secretly performed prayer rituals, such as the black, thick, and hard fire lizard.

However, very few Space Marines are capable of performing rituals, because at least one cat is required to hold a ritual. However, the mass extinction of ancient Terran creatures has made cats extremely rare, and the cats that exist today all come from a place called the Type-Moon world.

The Space Marine high command was not unaware of this behavior, but since it required neither blood sacrifice nor corruption rituals, and was simply bathing a pet, they found it difficult to categorize it as evil. Moreover, cats are native to ancient Terra, and early portraits of the Emperor often depict cats being held, so classifying cats as evil was inappropriate.

Who dares to say that a holy emperor is embracing an evil cat?

They later discovered by chance that this ritual could increase luck, especially when encountering storms or getting lost in the warp, where luck is crucial.

So if a demon were in the holy chapel of an Imperial warship and saw a group of Predator Space Marines watching their chapter's priests carefully bathing a cat, they would undoubtedly be lost.

According to unofficial statistics, holding a ritual can increase the chances of breaking the deadlock by 15%, so cats have become standard equipment for some Space Marine chapters.

Even those who couldn't afford to keep cats would secretly collect cat paw ornaments. Later, even the demi-humans, catgirls, oops, cat people of the Empire couldn't escape being treated as pets. After all, there were too few cats, and their lifespans were relatively short. Only a few wealthy warbands had enough cats to breed. Moreover, to avoid inbreeding, some warbands would have private exchanges on special days.

The wailers, whose luck was so bad they could hardly bear to look, became cat slaves almost without resistance, and even formed a cat-human guard team.

This results in an extremely wide gap between the lower and upper limits of their luck. When they are unlucky, their already empty warehouses will be teeming with blood crows, while when they are lucky, they can dig up a fearless treasure just by falling down.

This extreme tension forced the Weeping Ones to cling tightly to the Cat God's leg, fearing that one day they might plunge into a black hole as soon as they jumped out of the warp, or arrive in Nurgle's Garden as soon as they entered the warp.

Although bad luck lingered, it at least gave the Weepers hope and gradually made them adapt to the ever-changing fate. For example, today, they had just emerged from the warp and discovered an Imperial planet not far away. Obviously, they would soon receive a resupply. They were lucky.

But in the blink of an eye, they received a distress signal from the planet, clearly indicating that their luck was not good.

However, none of the mourners felt there was anything wrong with it; it was normal procedure.

After receiving a safe passage code from the planet's governor, the Weeping Ones began approaching the planet's orbit, preparing to bombard the rebel stronghold at close range and then deploy Space Marines. However, they were ambushed as soon as they entered orbit, clearly having been deceived.

Fortunately, due to the angle, the Weeping Warrior was not hit in a vital area.

Unfortunately, the engine was hit, and they needed to make an emergency landing.

Fortunately, they made a successful emergency landing, and the warship was not seriously damaged, at least able to send out distress and warning signals.

Unfortunately, they fell into the heart of the rebel territory and were surrounded by hundreds of millions of rebels.

Fortunately, their forced landing caused a massive ground collapse, preventing the rebels from utilizing their numerical advantage. Unfortunately, they discovered ancient alien artifacts, or rather, tombs, underground.

Fortunately, the tomb seemed to have long since lost its power and completely ceased to function.

Unfortunately, the corrupt Space Marines on this planet have their eyes on them.

Fortunately, the cat was unharmed.

Due to the emergency landing, the power system malfunctioned, and only the emergency lights of the independent system were working inside the warship. At this moment, heavy metallic footsteps were heard. It was a chapter think tank member wearing Terminator power armor, and behind him were six fully armed cat-man guards.

The Wailers' Chapter's think tank raised a pink psionic scepter, its top crystal emitting a soft blue light that illuminated the surroundings and the cat paw emblem on his power armor chest.

This is the Warband’s unique cat protector insignia, and he is better known by his name, Kitty.

No one would laugh at this title, which is out of place in the style of Space Marine art, because he carries the heavy mission bestowed upon him by the Chapter.

As the kitten turned around, its lace-trimmed apron swayed gently with the rotation of its mechanical joints, and the hem was embroidered with six kittens in different poses.

This Terminator power armor, which has undergone three modifications, has had its original dark yellow color replaced with a warm cherry blossom pink, and the seams of the armor have been specially polished into a rounded arc.

"Don't rush, little ones." The kitten's voice was deliberately adjusted to a low-frequency vibration through the voice-changing module built into the power armor. This sound could simulate the purring of a mother cat, an experience he had summarized after countless times of calming stressed kittens.

He pressed a hidden button on the side of his shoulder armor, and the back armor slowly unfolded, revealing a luxurious cat-shaped compartment inside.

The precious adamantite skeleton forms a hexagonal space, the ceramic steel shell is thick and sturdy, and inside is a carefully formulated life support system. When necessary, all the energy of this power armor will be used to maintain this system.

Inside, there was a soft cushion illuminated by a simulated sun lamp, and a catnip ball from the Type-Moon universe was emitting an enticing scent for felines. At least six cat-people were a little distracted.

The six cats seemed to have lined up in advance. The orange cat was the first to step on the kitten's knees and jump into the cabin, licking the catnip ball and purring contentedly.

The other cats followed closely behind, some licking the automatic water dispenser, others pawing at the hanging cat toys. After confirming that all the cats were safely inside the pod, the kitten breathed a sigh of relief, raised its paw and gently touched the pod door. Psionic energy flowed from its fingertips, forming a transparent psionic shield on the pod wall.

"The life support system is functioning normally, with the temperature maintained at 25 degrees Celsius and the humidity at 40%."

The Chapter's intellectual strategist, capable of wielding his scepter to smash a fallen Space Marine into scrap metal and unleashing psionic lightning to wipe out an entire enemy force, moved with extraordinary gentleness, as if treating not a cat, but the Chapter's most precious relic.

In fact, cats are truly sacred objects to the Lamenters' Band.

Not far away, the weeping men, who were checking their explosive guns in preparation for battle, breathed a sigh of relief.

For the Weeping Chapter, these cats have long transcended the meaning of pets. In countless nights tormented by the whispers of chaos, it was the purring of cats that soothed the restless souls of the warriors. During long voyages through the warp, it was the companionship of cats that dispelled endless loneliness. When they were shrouded in bad luck, it was cats that brought them good luck.

As the chapter leader often says, warriors can be replenished, weapons can be repaired, but losing any cat is a loss the chapter cannot afford.

After the think tank kitten checked it again, the crystal at the top of the psionic scepter lit up once more, but this time it was no longer gentle; bursting psionic lightning was surging, ready to devour the enemy at any moment.

(End of this chapter)