Chapter 279 The Weeper’s Holiday (End)

The Lamenters Chapter has its own strict daily training schedule. In addition to daily prayer rituals and sleep time, the Lamenters Astartes spend time in combat and tactical training. Only on each Terra One hour before the end of the day is their free time.

At this time, some warriors will practice their own artistic creations, and some warriors will visit the chapter servants to thank them for their services to the chapter. The servants will be moved by the love of the angels and burst into tears and vow to serve for the chapter. The noble angel died in battle;

Some soldiers will gather on the observation deck of the ship to contemplate and pray as they look up at the deep and beautiful space that is the enemy of all the world.

But no matter how spectacular the scenery they had seen in space, it could not compare to what they saw now.

The bright and soft sunshine shines on the wilderness in early spring. As you look around, the vegetation changes from dark green to golden to reddish brown, like a rainbow; you don’t need to look too far away to see the sparkling Lake Michigan. The surface of the lake reflects the washed blue sky.

The real and beautiful natural scenery is indeed helpful for the healing and recovery of mental trauma. The four Lamenters Astartes, who have been tortured by black rage, solemnly appreciated the grand scene in front of them, and their furious thoughts returned to the almost impossible state. Return to peace.

Priest Elvidin and Priest Yurio, who had been observing their mental conditions from the side, breathed a sigh of relief and felt sincerely happy——

At least in the next period of time, they will not be executed or join the death company because of irreversible black rage.

Not only them, but a considerable number of Weeper warriors chose to come to this observation deck on the top of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery they had never seen before.

In their past service lives, they witnessed more battlefields filled with rivers of blood, smoke and corpses, oceans that were depleted or filled with industrial wastewater, and dusky skies filled with radioactive poisons... This place is as beautiful as paradise. Same.

The refreshing cool breeze brought pure and fresh air. Most of the soldiers put on power armor, but instead of using the armor's breathing system to filter the air, the pure air here was used to replenish the armor's air reserve;

A dozen warriors have already set up the canvas and started painting with brushes, hoping to preserve the garden-like scene in front of them on the canvas; every descendant of Saint Les is an art master. After the transformation surgery is completed, After that, they will learn and remember the "Five Angel Virtues" and choose one or more from many artistic creations such as playing, painting, sculpture, writing, handicrafts, literature, etc. as their path of practice.

An Astartes monk wearing a rust-red robe of the Martian Mechanicum outside his power armor took a more technological approach. The servo arm extending from the power device behind him was holding a servo skull to record the beauty of this place. The scenery can be restored as a holographic image through the recorder.

Techmarine Brother Tyrian knew that the Chapter would not stay in this garden world for long, and he tried to preserve the scene here for future use of the Chapter's mentally unstable brothers - although it was an illusory bubble, it might still be possible. It's of some use.

Another group of Lamenters warriors who had fully enjoyed the scenery stayed in the Holy Blood Hall and were keen on practicing art.

The statue of Saint Les, the father of genes, in the courtyard was quickly repaired and restored. The Japanese girl group who had been carefully responsible for the repairs were dumbfounded as they watched the group of two-person-tall macho men creating art that was completely inconsistent with their own bodies. They were killed by the Inuyama family head. The art courses studied at Tokyo Art Institute or Kyoto University of the Arts were single-sidedly inferior in terms of aesthetics.

It is almost non-existent that two consecutive Terra days are free time. The warriors chose to deepen their artistic practice:

Some brothers are carefully painting the statue of Holy Leth, while some brothers are painting to praise the Emperor and the Gene Father, and some are in places in the Holy Blood Hall that have not been "occupied" by brothers - such as a certain pillar. Create art on a certain wall or even a certain ground...

Lu Mingfei was quite happy. After all, he had not had much time to decorate the Holy Blood Pavilion. The brothers' practice had done this for him. Secondly, he was also happy for the old professors and artists who taught art elective courses at Kassel College. They came in droves, amazed by the artistry of the Lamenter monks.

If it weren't for the language barrier, they would definitely invite the monks to be guests and exchange their creative ideas on painting and sculpture.

In the Holy Blood Hall, bamboo swords were hitting the body, followed by cries of pain.

The dozen or so members of the Kendo Club summoned by Chu Zihang - although they did not perform well in the last simulated battlefield against Tyranid aliens, they did have a certain fighting will and chose to die rather than run away; now they They were facing a burly man over two meters tall and wearing a wide white robe. The invisible iron-blooded and bloody aura emanating from the other man was so oppressive that even the hands holding the bamboo swords trembled.

The eyes of Clance Fitz, the First Captain of the Weeper Chapter and master of swordsmanship, were covered with a thick layer of black cloth. His thick arms held two training bamboos as thin as toothpicks compared to his body size. sword.

"Keep attacking me." He spat out a few blunt Chinese characters and ordered the young children surrounding him who were vaguely afraid.

He was entrusted by Katos to teach some swordsmanship to these children - but no matter how strict the course was, lessons of less than one Terra day were not enough to teach them any exquisite and powerful swordsmanship skills, so Clans taught them some holy swordsmanship. Blood Angel's most basic swordsmanship and related enemy-killing experience.

Although there was no one more suitable to be a teacher than Astartes, a veteran who had served in the war for nearly three hundred years, theory was far less important than practice. After oral instruction, he let these children pick up the bamboo sword.

Although his vision is restricted, he can still use his "Lyman's Ear" to keenly capture various sounds and transform them into the information he needs. Without even thinking too much, Clans gently waved his bamboo sword and made In order to counterattack, the members of the kendo club who besieged him reacted in time, but before they could make any movements, they were already knocked away by the bamboo sword that swept quickly.

"Don't fight alone! When facing an enemy stronger than you, you must learn to work together!"

Klans shouted coldly in substandard Chinese, and the bamboo sword with controlled strength once again swept away several children who rushed forward.

What made him more satisfied were Chu Zihang and Fingel - their excellent bloodline and the power of the Emperor's faith had strengthened their bodies, allowing them to fight against an Astartes without armor, but the opponent was A veteran who has been fighting for nearly three hundred years, his rich combat experience and almost instinctive killing movements cannot be caught up overnight.

Fingel originally thought that it would be enough to just touch the fish and pretend, but thinking that such a slutty and careless attitude might lead to being hung up and beaten by the tough guy, he had no choice but to go all out.

Kassel Academy also has different attitudes towards these macho warriors from the S-class club who appear out of nowhere:

Most students and professors are quite curious. Although these handsome guys are very friendly, it is still difficult to communicate because of different languages ​​​​but many students and professors have already started to conduct language research and start translation, and it may not take too long. can carry out preliminary communication;

The only point of dissatisfaction among the college's senior management is that Lu Mingfei's club treats the CC1000 branch line express as a private vegetable truck. Every time it runs, it brings a large amount of melons, jelly, and meat from downtown Chicago. The receptionist of the express train Complaining that he is almost becoming the transporter overseeing the market;

These melons, jelly, and meat were then delivered to the Holy Blood Pavilion through trucks. It seemed that the Weeping Angels Society was hoarding food to prepare for the end of the world. The temporary power of the vice-principal gave the reply to the secret party elders "no comment." ;

The only veteran Beowulf who seems to be a practical combatant seems to have no idea of ​​going there to find Lu Mingfei or some big guy to ask for theories. In addition, there is news that Angers' injury is miraculously improving, so Lu Mingfei and the Weeper warriors did not receive much attention or alert.

But the Lamenters' free time to relax ended with a calm command.

"Assemble all the soldiers of the Lamenters Chapter and return to the Mother of Tears." The boy's calm voice rang in Lu Mingfei's ears.