Warhammer: Start with a dog

Come, Brother Lysander, sit down here. I personally highly recommend this position.

After Lysander woke up from his trance, he found that he was standing in a spacious hall whose purpose was unknown.

There were no people in the hall. Apart from tables and chairs scattered around, there were only some strange niches on one wall. There were no icons, prayer books, trophies or similar souvenirs in them. Most of them were empty. , there is also a long row of low cabinets in front of the alcove. Lysander evaluated it and thought that the height of this cabinet was quite good as a bunker, but the strength was obviously insufficient, so here is?

Opposite, the living saint Nilaydua was pulling himself to sit on one of the two comfortable chairs by the window. There was also a simple but elegant table between the two chairs.

what do you want to drink?

Lysander found that he didn't know how to answer. Maybe it was the blank expression on his face that made the young living saint understand something empathetically immediately.

Ah, then drink the same drink as me. I think you will also like it. Wait for me here for a while and I will be back.

He turned towards the row of alcoves, and Lysander began to look around in utter bewilderment.

The walls here are painted a soft yellow. Lysander has rarely seen anyone use such a soft yellow on the interior decoration of void ships. It is neither the kind of yellow and black warning stripes, nor the kind of Imperial Fists. That, but a light yellow that makes people start to feel calm after seeing it too much.

Gold and white reliefs and strokes decorate the hall in a measured way. On the other side opposite the alcove wall, there are wide portholes and extended platforms on the entire wall. Lysander can see the ship. The ship is approaching the asteroid belt on the outskirts of the galaxy. The central star shines faintly with white light in the distance, and the spectrum of stars in the background shines with light ranging from red to purple to invisible black.

There was some movement in the alcove, and Nirayidoa seemed to have done something. So is there some kind of meditator device in that wall?

What suddenly rang in his ears was the friction of servo pistons and the sound of steel feet that every warrior who has served the Chapter for many years will be familiar with. Together with the smell of promethium oil exhaust pipes, Lysander's muscles tensed. When he got up, he turned his head stiffly and saw - a very ornately decorated Contemptor fearlessly pushed open the door on the other side and walked into the hall, and was walking past him, heading straight towards the alcove.

Damn it.

Lysander thought.

Why do I feel that the back of a Contemptor walking fearlessly looks very light and graceful? My perception...there must be something wrong.

He thought calmly, this is not surprising, maybe I have gone completely crazy at some point after meeting my father. The corner of his mouth twitched, madman and betrayer go together well, don't they?

Nylaidoa seemed to have finished working on the niche wall over there, and was walking towards Lysander with two cups. He watched helplessly as the Living Saint greeted the Contemptor Fearless, and Fearless even He also flexibly raised his huge power claws and chatted with him for a few words.

Then the two people passed each other, and the Living Saint returned to their table and put down his cup.

Parogov noticed his expression, Huh? Brother Lysander, do you have any questions?

Can you tell me who...that is? Lysander said carefully, and at the same time noticed that the cup Nilaidoa brought was some kind of steaming liquid, the color of which was somewhat like some barbarians or those in the feudal world. Boiled strong herbs, but the smell is unexpectedly bitter and smoky with a strange sweet and creamy taste.

Ah, that is the elder Sade who was recently awakened by Master Honsou, Parogov looked a little strange when he said this thoughtfully. Lysander asked uneasily if he had asked something wrong, and The white-haired pharmacist apprentice just tilted his head, It's nothing, but he is still in the 10th company, and he should be transferred soon. I was... very familiar with him in the past, and I feel that he has recently My temper changed a lot after I was awakened.”

Master Honso? Lysander frowned, Is this person your...teacher?

Yes. Their father's living saint seemed to smile a little, Master Hongsuo is an amazing and true genius on the path of apothecary and genes. I still have a lot to learn from him.

Then don't you want to continue the path of loyal and glorious warriors and conquests? If the Imperial Fists can be led by you, we must- Lysander's words stopped abruptly. Under the shining of the distant stars, those pairs of Pale iris-colored eyes were staring quietly at the former Imperial Fists Captain with a smile behind the eye sockets of the dead human skeleton.

A strong bitterness floated on the tip of Lysander's tongue, I mean... He struggled to organize his words, I mean, maybe, the entire company of us here this time needs your guidance to get through it. ...No, come and polish off their spiritual weaknesses under your spurs so that they can better serve you...and...

He couldn't speak anymore. His tongue muscles and vocal cords still couldn't adapt to the words for Perturabo after service.

It's so hard, maybe I'll never get used to it, he thought.

Fortunately, Nilaidoa still understood what he meant, Ah, that's the case, but Brother Lysander, although I have indeed accepted the entrustment, and I will indeed help you in many daily life to adapt here better, but in the final analysis , I’m just a Chapter Pharmacist, I still have my own studies, exams, work and experiments to do, shouldn’t it be more appropriate for a Chapter Chaplain to do this kind of morale-boosting thing?”

A chilling feeling spread throughout Lysander's body, and he raised his head in disbelief.

Astartes, who was sitting leisurely in the chair opposite, seemed unaware of the terrible and cold words he had just spoken, as if they were talking about the rainless weather in Holy Terra today.

Of course, because Julius is also struggling during the exam week, I have taken the time to talk to your former priest brother, Pastor Li Kaiwen, in advance.

Opposite him, the descended living saint of his genetic father took a sip from his cup and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Pastor Li Kaiwen has no questions. You don't have to worry. Others should have no problems either... If they have any questions, let them go to Li Kaiwen. Pastor will be happy to do his job. Also What's the problem, Brother Lysander? If not, we'll have to talk about what's next.

Next? He heard his voice ask the word with difficulty.

Ah, that's it. The Chapter Master asked me to tell you that we are going to select elite sergeants from the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists to form a new first company, and the personnel-

He blinked, The composition of the new First Company will be determined by the final comprehensive military performance in this battle for the planet Belakahn.

Then he pushed the cup in front of Lysander, who had begun to show an expression of rapid thinking and combat mobilization.

Try this glass of Soul Volcano, you will like it. Lysander.

Gua.

Little Parogov really meets Honso’s expectations to a certain extent [

I have to hurry up and write Dantioch (the painting style is completely different)