Chapter 110 Lysander's Most Rants Ever (Maybe)

Rogal Dorn has left.

But Rogal Dorn is everywhere.

Lysander knows this very well.

He is now kneeling in the chapel, and has just lit the incense and candles placed on the altar for his prayer (the incense and candles here actually look and smell in line with the requirements of the state religion. Incredible, is it really not some kind of cognitive filter? ... No, Lysander, don't think about it, don't think about it.).

The golden artificial lumens outside the window poured onto the smooth ground through the tall and narrow stained glass windows. In a trance, this place is just like when he knelt in the sacred building of the Phalanx to pray in the past. It is very strange. It is obviously the flagship of the Chaos Rebellion... Iron Warriors. This giant ship that gathers various heretical forces still has such exquisite and undefiled state religion buildings and sculptures.

The captain could even see that the builders here really enjoyed the process of making these buildings and works of art. The transformed and strengthened bodies gave them precision and strength beyond mortals. When they did not use this ability for destruction but for construction, even the stones and metals were filled with a kind of vigorous vitality that should not appear here.

Danat Lysander was very reluctant to realize that this was the only word in his vocabulary that was most suitable for this place.

When he came here with a calm mood this time and was once again close to these masterpieces of the pinnacle of craftsmanship, he realized that if this place was really built by the Iron Warriors, then every war blacksmith might be a true master builder in their other side.

And every piece of exquisite marble, bronze, silver and gold here, which was carefully polished with flat and slightly curved surfaces, was made by the hands of people who originally held chain saw axes and grenade guns. Those heavy and huge stones were probably carried and lifted to such a tight position by many huge machines and their operators who were more accustomed to knocking down houses and razing buildings to the ground.

Look, this statue of the Emperor is so lifelike, the golden laurel wreath shines on his head, his eyes are glittering golden corundum, his stone lips and body movements look soft and warm, as if he can walk down the altar and speak at the next moment.

But He is not here.

He does not... love everyone.

Lysander already knows.

For the last time, he silently recited the prayers that he was taught when he first learned to speak, Danat Lysander stood up, gathered his mood, and prepared to set off for the armory here.

His private communication receiving channel was pulled into an encrypted Iron Blood dedicated internal channel by a being who called himself "Sage" earlier.

Then a striking unread red dot lit up in Lysander's communicator, reminding him that he had received a notice from the Chapter Master's Office (How could there be such a thing in this place? Even if there may be multiple warbands here, but Chapter Master? Chapter Master?! Office? Does Chaos also have an office?)

Although the notice was long, it was very detailed, practical and concise. It clearly informed him in the form of a form:

The location and opening hours of the ship's officers' mess (why do they eat three meals a day with extra snacks and Astartes-specific drinks? This must be some kind of corrupt behavior!);

The user manual of the training hall and the gladiatorial cage (even though I know this is the territory of the Iron Warriors, isn't it a bit too standardized for Chaos!);

The opening hours and usage regulations of the bathhouse and hot spring pool (what on earth is this place?! Could it be the brewing of some kind of plague...);

The latest holographic combat simulation training system developed by the armory Notice of the upcoming opening of the training room (what is this? A synonym for some kind of brainwashing training device?!);

Notice of the opening hours and member recruitment of the Brotherhood of the Twelve Temples Hall Chess Club (what on earth is this?! The domain of the Great Usurper?!);

The Hall of Omens Runes and Spells Salon welcomes anyone to visit and communicate, and will provide each monk brother with a free divination service once a month *Note: No advice on love or racial destiny is provided (Isn’t the Hall of Omens the name my father once told me? Is it so easy to find and enter the door...);

If you can see this line of text, then congratulations! Champion, the Great Library also welcomes you. Please remember that if you can't take out the book, don't force it, and be sure to report to Master Kaduer at the door before entering and when leaving (Great Library? The beginning of this sentence is really suspicious, champion, ha, how ironic! I think this must be a mockery from a certain Iron Warrior clerk, I won't humiliate myself);

The location of the apothecary's infirmary and the night duty help guide, as well as the working hours of the chapel's presiding priest (What am I seeing?! No, no, where on earth are you? I thought I would become the countless fallen and great enemies I have killed... But now I feel very confused... Father Dorne! Why did you leave in such a hurry... Your loyal descendants urgently need your guidance...);

Finally, there is the location of the personal dormitory room assigned to him (it's okay to have a guide map, why is there a strange simple little man icon marking the location of the "fire" escape route in a row of Space Marines' dormitories?!);

And the last notice clearly pointed out that Lysander's current "dress" did not meet the "standard requirements of this chapter" (this chapter? Aren't you Iron Warriors? Wait, the Gene Father did mention that he had to disguise with them... Well, Lysander, don't think about it, don't think about it, just do your duty and obey orders.), and asked him to arrive at the armory within one Terra hour after receiving the notice and hand in the bright yellow Terminator power armor and weapons he was wearing so that the armory could modify and paint them "in line with the actual situation and needs."

And Lysander has spent a lot of private time in this solemn but too deserted chapel since receiving this notice.

So he should really leave immediately.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk towards the door, footsteps came from the small door behind the statue in the chapel.

The captain of the first company reflexively held his weapon and turned his body to the side in a vigilant posture in the direction of the sound.

The small door of the altar opened.

"My father..."

Danat Lysander began to feel that maybe madness or betrayal was not his problem, but the problem of this world.

The skull mask helmet, black power armor, scepter, rosary and holy words representing the priest brothers appeared in his sight.

Yes.

He thought in a trance.

The notice did mention "priest working hours" just now.

It can't be more outrageous, right?

Otherwise I believe that I am actually an iron warrior.

No, my father, tell me, it can't be, right?

Quack.

The prelude of Lysander's madness of believing everything and nothing (you)

What else can't be accepted after all this? There can't be anything more outrageous, hahahaha.jpg

A very relaxing paragraph! Suitable for reading on the first day of the new year

Good night!