Chapter 79 Maze

"So this - this is too much - how can this be - I think, this is completely inappropriate! No, I should say - how could the Chapter Master and Elder Khadomo sign such an order?!"

The blond Astartes breathed heavily beneath his skull-helmet.

Maatra could detect signs of struggle and forced self-control in the body language of the Space Marine in front of her.

Julius's hands clenched into fists subconsciously, as if he couldn't suppress some anger deep in his body.

"I'm sorry for your mood and the current situation of the Director of the Emmenute Think Tank, Brother Omar, but this is a direct commission and order from the Chapter Master, and the Tenth Company Commander has also reached an agreement with me. ”

Opposite him, a thin mortal young man wrapped in a Casillas-style long coat and a light-colored woolen shawl said with a peaceful expression, "As for me, I don't have any need to use any additional means in this kind of matter. Everything is just an execution of orders, please understand.”

While they were having these conversations, Uther Ma'atla was standing at the door of Emmenut's private library and meditation room, preparing to open them and inventory their contents.

Opposite him was Julius who had heard the news and stood at the door of his teacher's room.

The vicar was indeed furious at what he had learned, but he had not lost his mind.

The Chapter's psychic advisor was also sizing up the young priest in front of him, and the think tank apprentice could see through his eyepiece that the other person's eyes were like shining gems solidified from the entire green sea.

It's not just about looking inhumanly beautiful. These eyes are clear and deep, with an otherworldly charm. If a mortal looks at them for a long time, they will have the illusion that they are seeing through their souls and thoughts - of course, it may not be an illusion.

Julius knew that this unabashed display of traits showed that the Chapter Master's new advisor was indeed a powerful and confident psychic user.

Even if a person who manipulates ether energy of this level deliberately restrains his power and has no intention of prying, the invisible pressure that his gaze that can connect behind the curtain brings to the people around him may still reach an uncomfortable level.

Although Julius also has his own modest assessment of the speed of his strength growth, at this time and place, with his nominal colleague—strictly speaking, this advisor is really considered a leader in the division of the internal structure of the Chapter. Members of the special group "Prophet", this group in the Silver Skull Chapter has the important mission of "using divination and prophecy to guide the Chapter's advancement and combat direction". Due to the lack of qualified members, it has been operating in a makeshift manner. ——It is unwise to have a substantial dispute with a colleague or even use the strength of your psychic powers to make the other party accept your will.

The rational part of him told him so, but the anger that came from nowhere and couldn't be eliminated was still swimming in his body.

Holy one on the throne, may your glory illuminate our future, may you forgive the sins that have occurred, and I will do my best...

The acting pastor prayed silently in his heart and felt that his mood had calmed down.

As if completely unaware that he had just avoided a conflict, the mortal advisor still looked up at the Astartes in front of him with a smile.

It was as if Julius's extraordinary human gaffe was nothing more than an ordinary, everyday occurrence to him.

"Then, could you please wait a moment before doing this, Counselor Ma'atra. I think I may still have time to apply for an audience with the Chapter Master today."

Julius finally decided to try some more, he had to do something for his teacher, he thought to himself. Even if things turn out to be the worst...

And Ma'atla's expression still looked quite fresh, as if he had never been at this height before or talked to people like a mortal.

"Of course, there is still plenty of time. I will be happy to wait here for a while, Brother Omar."

The psychic consultant smiled again, and when Julius nodded to him and turned around, he quietly raised his fingers and repaired the dozens of witchcraft seals that had been cracked on the door.

Uther Ma'atla's eyes flashed with amusement: it always made him happy to try to decipher the little tricks of his children that he thought were full of wisdom and metaphors. After a while, he could race with himself again. one time.

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This place is really impressive, Julius thought.

The metal boots of the Astartes lightly stepped over the psychic trigger threads on the ground. There are a large number of these lines, dormant everywhere on the floor, walls and ceilings, and the triggering hidden mines connected behind them are ready to devour anyone who is not discerning or unlucky enough.

Every time he comes here, he is shocked by the exquisite design of this building, even though he has been here many times.

But the beauty of the rules and structure presented by the Chapter Master's office in the eyes of a psyker like him is unimaginable to others. The closest adjective Julius can think of is maze.

maze.

A top-notch work of art created by war, art, steel and psychic energy. It is not actively aggressive, but it squats there quietly, waiting and ready to devour.

The builders of labyrinths are often true master craftsmen, and the labyrinth itself is a structure that can trap outsiders in and trap the things inside from getting out.

With this messy thought in mind, he stood in the waiting corridor outside the office.

Today, in addition to the Iron Guards, there was another veteran on duty, not someone he was familiar with.

The priest nodded to the other party, and the veteran tilted his eyepiece, perhaps in return.

There was some movement at the gate, and the second captain Soltarn appeared there.

The old stonemason in fine power armor glanced around and then walked towards him.

Julius's superhuman memory made him remember clearly that when he first met Soltarn, the other party's height and body shape were definitely not like now.

But when Soltarn stood in front of the priest, the two were almost the same height. Parogov had seriously told Julius that this non-isolated case was "an unknown but good prognosis phenomenon brought about by a new treatment method."

Would the Astartes who had completed the transformation surgery for many years have this kind of secondary growth without the mother group, the high council or any authorization?

Julius had never heard of or read about such a thing in the classics.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth coldly under his helmet.

At this time, the second captain spoke.

"Hello, Julius."

"Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind. Greetings, Stoneforger."

"Are you here for your teacher? Julius. Emmenut has a good apprentice."

The acting chaplain maintained a restrained politeness.

"I hope that most of the problems can be solved this time, Captain Soltarn."

The other party smiled under the respirator, "Good luck."

"I hope so."

He stepped into the maze.

Quack quack quack quack——

Anyway, thank you book friends, thank you very much

It seems that things are heading towards the ending of quack quack.

It's really sudden... I feel like I was hit by a club when I woke up.

When you are busy with work, you should pay more attention to the people around you and be careful not to be taken advantage of. I can only say...

Today's second chapter may be a little later than usual, sorry.

And thank you very much, I have seen your support, which is my motivation to hold on and the fulcrum to fix my thinking.

It's great to have you in this winter.