This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 49 Let’s Call Her Dawn

"Would it be convenient for me to check it out?"

To dispel any doubts, Cawl added, "I am the ruling sage from Mars. I have had access to the gene-seed taxes paid by all the chapters, so there is no need to worry that I will reveal the secrets."

In order to impose certain constraints on the Space Marines and preserve the heritage of each chapter, so that they can have the opportunity to rebuild after suffering a crisis of annihilation, almost every chapter will regularly pay gene seeds to Mars.

This made Romulus look at the Black Templar priest in surprise.

No, it's ok to talk about this tax in front of other chapters, but how can you talk about it in front of the Black Templars?

Do these over-birth guerrillas also have to hand over their genetic seeds?
The pastor also said that the elders were seeking his confirmation on the authenticity of the information.

"The Black Templars also pay gene-seed taxes."

Although the Black Templars never take the Codex seriously and often cause ships of the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Justice to wander into the warp, this group actually has a good relationship with other Imperial departments.

He is considered to be one of the sons of Dorne with strong social skills.

So they still have to pay the tax on genetically modified seeds, but there may be some problems with the quantity.

"grateful."

His brain almost instantly analyzed the reason based on the known information, and Romulus's doubts were resolved.

"random."

Then the wounded son of Dorne spoke.

His voice was as hard as his face. Even though his wound was affected, his breath did not fluctuate at all.

Kohl was not polite and cleaned the wound directly.

Spray disinfectant, extend the slender medical forceps, and grab the broken poison crystals.

These deadly toxin-laden projectiles also cause pain to the victim beyond their nerve perception threshold, making it unbearable even for Space Marines.

Phew——

The medical forceps pulled out the fragments, and at the same time, pulled out a large number of nerves that were stuck to the fragments.

The son of Dorne remained unmoved.

Apart from the muscles at the wound site becoming loose and sagging due to loss of nerves, there was no expression on that rock-like face.

This is followed by disinfection and cleaning, filling of cell tissue, and dialysis of the blood.

Marshal Orlando noticed the fluorescent poison crystals in the operating tray, and looked at the other party's expression without changing his expression, and he was even more in awe.

What a persevering warrior!
The sons of Dorne were renowned for their self-denial and endurance of suffering.

During periods of no combat, they often wear a piece of equipment called 'Gloves of Pain' to train themselves.

But even the Black Templars, those brothers who were extremely strong and outstanding in Orlando's eyes, found it difficult to suppress the physiological reactions brought about by the severe pain when facing the attack of the poison crystal weapons.

With warriors like these, why worry about them not winning victory for the Divine Emperor?!
Orlando, also a son of Dorne, felt proud.

Morale rose again.

Romulus smiled.

The purpose was achieved.

"The acid effectively neutralized the toxicity of the poison crystal weapon."

The operation was completed, Kaur said.

Marshal Orlando, who was listening, changed his expression instantly. The pride that came from his heart only froze on his face for a moment, and then turned into disbelief.

The stone head finally reacted.

The son of Dorne put on his helmet without a word and stood up.

"Thank you for your treatment, Sage."

Romulus thanked him.

"It is my duty to preserve such warriors for Om Messiah,"

The great sage responded in a low voice, then dragged his huge body away.

Those mechanical servants will automatically come to clean up the blood on the ground.

"Then we'll take our leave."

When everything was over, Romulus politely said goodbye to everyone and left with the sharks.

Finally, there were no unexpected incidents this time.

The two people from the Black Templar were left alone in the empty parking lot, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Did you hear what the Great Sage just said?"

Marshal Orlando finally couldn't maintain his expression.

No wonder, no wonder these elders are so persevering.

The sons of Dorne seldom speculate, only affirming when they have a definite answer.

"marshal!"

The pastor's tone was filled with excitement.

He reached out and snatched the poison crystal from the servitor's backpack, carefully observing the corrosion marks on it.

"That elder, he has salivary glands."

If there is nothing wrong with Archmagos Cawl's inspection and the Space Marine's senses are not deceiving him, then there is only one answer.

The one who had just stood before them was a true Son of Dorne. That was the true Imperial Fist! —
Tyrant-class cruiser.

On the apron, the Stormbird slowly opened the hatch, and Romulus and Ramses walked off the transport plane together.

The Tyrant class looks a little thinner than the Moon-class cruiser because it has an extra set of main weapons on both sides of the battleship compared to the Moon-class cruiser of the same model.

Therefore, its structure is not inclined towards hand-to-hand combat. Compared with the Imperial Navy, this type of ship, which does not need to be equipped with rams and has a large modification space, is more popular in the hands of the Mechanicus.

In front of the Stormbird, the captain of the cruiser was waiting for the angel's arrival with his officers.

"Why does it feel like this ship is afraid, or excited?"

The captain thought to himself.

When Romulus's feet stepped onto the deck, the captain, who had been in contact with the machine spirit for a long time, felt something was wrong.

But then she suppressed her doubts deep in her heart.

"Your Excellency, Acting Captain Aurora von Carlox greets you."

Aurora came forward and took the initiative to ignore the Emperor's Angels who got off the ship and dispersed to the various levels.

"Hello, Captain Aurora, I am Romulus, Captain of the Deathwatch Kill Team."

"Please allow me to invite you to the bridge and brief you on the officers of this warship."

Romulus nodded politely, observing his surroundings through several pairs of eyes, listening to Aurora's report, and leading the team towards the bridge elevator under the guidance of the servants.

"The name of the ship."

Walking in the corridor overlooking the bottom floor of the battleship, Romulus asked after Captain Aurora introduced every officer present.

"She's yours now."

Captain Aurora replied respectfully, obviously having been reminded.

"Ah."

Romulus understood.

He thought the ship's environment was okay.

It was clean and tidy, without any extravagant religious decorations, and all the officials were present, indicating that the captain had sufficient appeal.

Even the technicians on the bottom floor of the battleship were arranged in an orderly manner. All he could perceive were cold and concise orders, and he could not hear the sound of whips hitting flesh.

Although the working hours on the schedule still seem abstract, they do have some resemblance to those tens of thousands of years ago.

"father!"

A voice filled with sadness interrupted my thoughts.

Romulus tilted his head.

His superhuman perception allowed him to notice the slight movement.

He stopped, walked to the edge of the corridor, and looked at a transportation area at the bottom of the ship.

A Space Marine who served as his eyes and ears was nearby.

"father!"

It was a little girl who was pushing forward against the crowd.

"Dad, let's go home, Dad."

The little girl shouted to the servitor, but was then drowned in the crowd of workers.

The Space Marine 'struggled' to push his way through the crowd and picked up the little girl who had a few shoe prints on her body.

"Thank you."

The little girl didn't know what the Emperor's angel was. She thanked him and then struggled to stand up from the broad embrace.

"Dad, Mommy misses you so much."

She continued to call.

But the robot servant just took heavy steps, walked onto the transport elevator with the goods, and disappeared from their sight.

"."

Leaning on the windowsill, Romulus remained silent for a long time.

Captain Aurora waited patiently, she keenly noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Where were we?"

"The name of the ship, my lord."

"Let's call her Dawn."

Romulus replied that this was one of the names they had discussed privately, representing the dawn of hope for the travelers' journey.

It also represents their faint hope of bringing light to the dark galaxy.

Their existence should not just be to bring victory to a war.

Crackling
The elevator light flickered twice, as if in response.

　ps: The story line is a bit long, and the rhythm control is still a bit immature, but I will try my best to show the charm of each character.

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