Emperor's Bane

Chapter 137 Legion
Hector, who survived the catastrophe, opened his shoulder armor and took out the last few candies from inside. The son of Morgan threw them into his mouth, chewing, and let his mind rest. recover.

While enjoying the only rest time of the day, the new star of the Second Legion looked at the room where he rested last night: he is now staying on a small battleship belonging to the First Legion. In the past few years of Ran Dan's confrontation, he spent much more time resting on the battleships of the First Legion than on the battleships of the Second Legion to which he belonged.

Perhaps, this is a certain characteristic of the hunting squad.

The teeth of Astartes easily crushed the sugar cubes. After absorbing the pitiful industrial saccharine as much as possible, Hector had already organized his many equipments. He got up and walked out of the room , and did not forget to adjust the small objects placed at the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his comrade-in-arms, the "huge" Ajax, sitting in front of a workbench, hunched over, carefully fiddling with the unfamiliar metal objects on the snow-white tabletop.

"what are you doing?"

Hector walked over and casually glanced at the things on the table. Since he had not had much knowledge about machinery, he could barely recognize a few parts inside, and thus came up with a simple Conclusion: What his comrades are agitating for can never be made in the factory of the empire.

After all, just a month ago, there were at least twenty Ran Dan aliens holding this weapon and trying to blow his head off.

Ajax's muffled answer also came to his ears at this time. This tall, rough and tyrannical warrior was presenting a subtlety that even the most careful embroiderer could hardly achieve. He is constantly dismantling and assembling those delicate objects that are not as big as his fingers. The dark brown palm brushing against the snow-colored tabletop is like a black hurricane on a white desert, leaving behind a pair of carefully polished and Perfect components assembled.

"Do you still remember that a month ago, we fought against Ran Dan's scattered troops in that place called Desolation Star, and then we were sucked into the warp space storm, and I was cleaning the battlefield after that battle , I picked up this thing, I think it can still be used, so I took it back and kept it.”

Hearing this answer, Hector blinked and took a closer look. He found that the alien weapon seemed to be somewhat different from what he remembered, and apparently, Ajax was also aware of this problem.

"It's not the same as the guns often used by Ran Dan's aliens, so I got it back, but I don't know what's different. After all, I don't dare to really use it."

"I don't know how powerful it is."

Hearing his comrades muttering to himself, Hector didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. After all, for the soldiers of the Second Legion, especially those of their faction, after the battle, they clean up the battlefield and hide some gadgets , is a commonplace thing.

Especially their hunting squads, usually a few Astartes scattered around the periphery of the army, basically no monks from Mars will follow them, collection addiction is a common problem in this situation, but in This is especially evident in Ajax, who looks tall and burly.

Then again, if it weren't for this war, Ajax, who seems to be big and thick, should be studying on Mars now.

"Be careful, don't let those Martian octopuses find out, after all, this is not a souvenir or something like that."

Hector patted his comrade-in-arms on the shoulder, turned around and left after the other party responded casually, but just before leaving, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Ajax, are you still modifying your power pack?"

"I'm trying to attach a servo arm or mechanical tentacles to it, but it's not finished yet."

"...Alright, I don't care what you do in your own room, in short, no matter what it is, be careful, and stay in your own room if you can: don't hang around those war machines of the First Legion Yes, they've been to me twice already."

"I'm just talking to the spirits in those vehicles, and they like me."

Ajax's dull voice made Hector frowned. In the end, he still didn't refute his battle brother who was born and died with him. Although his statement seemed to violate the [Imperial Truth] repeatedly emphasized by the Emperor, but the second The legion's attitude towards these so-called truths and regulations has always been very stable:

When it is possible to abide by it, it is natural to obey it. After all, the emperor's words certainly contain great wisdom that ordinary people can't imagine.

But when theories and facts conflict and contradict each other...

Seeking truth from facts is not necessarily a bad thing.

In the ancient ruins that were set foot by the soldiers of the Second Legion, there are many things whose existence history even exceeds the forefront of civilization that humans can imagine, and most of the things that have survived in such a long time They are all those existences that are beyond human cognition that [Imperial Truth] absolutely denies, and each of their actions is the operation of undisputed supernatural power.

At this time, only acknowledging the existence of these ghosts and monsters is the most important first step to resisting them or successfully escaping. After they solve the immediate troubles, the soldiers of the Second Legion will naturally let the empire Once again the truth returned to its unshakable high place in their hearts.

For the Second Legion who have repeatedly explored those ancient ruins and wonderful places, such a theory is very important. After all, if you stubbornly hold on to the [Imperial Truth] and turn a blind eye to the strange scene in front of you, I am afraid there will be more Many soldiers died in those underground palaces that exude an ominous atmosphere.

Therefore, during the course of this great expedition, some legions insisted on believing in the existence of gods, and some legions sharply denied any supernatural power, and the second legion did not belong to any of them, or in other words, Morgan's Both sons and heirs are a little bit.

Gods can either exist or not, depending on what is happening before their very eyes.

And even if there are gods, then there is no need to hate or worship them, just bypass their existence. After all, in reality, there are too many things that are more important than belief: the number of legions needs to be replenished urgently, the battle situation of the expedition Emerging in endlessly, each brand new world may contain unknown dangers and treasures.

To put it simply, in the face of the progress of the Great Expedition and the actual needs of these important matters, the so-called gods and beliefs are really not worth investing in. They will not bring any actual benefits, and will only waste time in vain and supplies.

At the very least, among the current Second Legion, such thinking is the mainstream thinking recognized by any faction, and Hector is no exception.

The Nova of the Second Legion happily felt the last bit of sluggishness brought about by the rest in his mind was also emptied, and the comforting sharp thinking was once again operating at full power.

After recognizing his great gene mother, he can clearly feel that his body and will are growing at an alarming rate. This is not an illusion, because everyone who knows him laments that he is here The great progress made in this war, not long ago, the news that he was recommended to be promoted to the company commander after the end of the war has been conveyed, but it seems that this promotion will have to wait for a while.

After all, his company is still scattered in every corner of the galaxy, just like his legion.

But... days like this won't last long.

Hector narrowed his eyes, he recalled his dream, the dream he experienced during the rest just now, the Astartes should not dream, it would disturb the quality of their rest, but he did Dreamed: In his dream, he heard his mother's voice, very clear and soft.

He heard about his role in this war.

Morgan's favorite chess piece touched his neck, recalling every detail and requirement of that mission. Just like that, he left Ajax, who was immersed in the mechanical world, and walked into another room.

His mentor, the ancient warrior Kairon, was staying there, and while he was polishing his weapons, he watched the stars of the Tarks galaxy rotate at a slow speed. In the eyes of Astartes, The huge planet that is about to become the main battlefield reveals a khaki figure in the interlacing of the darkness of the void and the light of the stars. Those huge fortresses can even be vaguely seen in space, just like an ugly eyeball constantly He flicked the eyeballs without a trace of emotion at all.

"Fate is always fickle, isn't it, my little Hector."

The ancient warrior chuckled. While looking at the huge planet, he put the cleaned weapon on the table.

"A world the size of Saturn should be a rare treasure in the entire galaxy, but it is still desolate to this day."

"Although it was only discovered before that, a long, long time ago, this planet seemed to have undergone transformation and underground construction, and even stabilized the internal structure of the world and improved the gravity conditions, but it was finally abandoned, and it has been abandoned to this day."

"In the past glorious era, people disdain to take care of this worthless world. They always have better and richer choices, but in those decadent times of strife, no one cares about these places, until This war chose this place, and the name of Turks will shine among the stars."

"War always changes a lot of things."

When Hector sat down, his teacher's brown pupils were shining brightly, and Calon looked at him with the heartfelt joy of a craftsman looking at his proudest work.

"If it weren't for the war, my Hector, you'd still be a prince."

"Yeah, maybe that's the case, Your Excellency Kairon... What about you? You never seem to have talked to us about your past."

"Because there's nothing to say."

The ancient warrior smiled, with one hand resting on his forehead, his eyes seemed to be lost in some kind of memory and daze: For most Astartes, those mortal days were like mythical Like an isolated island of mist, it has long been blurred to the point of elusiveness.

"If it hadn't been for this war... maybe I'd still be a herder now, and maybe I'd be assigned to some other agricultural world to raise those Groxes, which I've heard are gaining popularity as a major source of food right now. "

"But these are just speculations. I have long been accustomed to endless wars and missions, and you, my child, are about to be promoted. This is a good thing. Your contribution in this war is worthy of it." These."

"Some ordinary achievements, Your Excellency Kairon, and many of them are the achievements of our team, they should not all be counted on me."

Kairon shook his head.

"If you have such an idea, it proves that you are worthy of these achievements."

And Hector just kept blinking his eyes, as he's been doing lately, which spoke of some uneasiness in him.

"I... I'm actually not sure if I can do all this well. Although there is a voice in my heart that encourages me, I still have some concerns. I mean, Lord Kairon, I even have some concerns about the history of our legion. , composition and structure are poorly understood, and when I first came to the battle of the galaxy, the Legion had already been divided."

Kairon listened carefully, and he quickly understood what his student was worried and thinking about. The ancient warrior first looked at the situation outside the window: It seemed that there was still a short period of time before the real outbreak of the war.

Those dark angel fleets were making their final preparations. He could see some strange warships being manipulated by Zhuang Sen's warriors. There was a faint blue light on them, and a hole was pulled in the void, as if It is connected to some independent spaces, and then some battleships sailed into it and disappeared there.

And such openings are almost everywhere in the current Tax system.

"It seems that there is still some time, my Hector. I can't answer all your questions, but I can tell you about some organizations and factions of the Legion: Actually, it is not complicated at all."

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When the Legion was first created, under the will of the Emperor, we have been actively learning from the First Legion as a template and goal, but we have never learned all the essence of those Dark Angels, but only roughly grasped Several, which also led to the birth of different factions one after another.

Whenever a Seat is born, and officially recognized, it receives a permanent seat on the Legion's council, and a ring of recognition, kept by an ancient warrior of the faction.

In general, after [Death of the Sun], with the failure of the last effort of the Marshall United Legion, the Second Legion ushered in a split, and each faction took its own fleet to different corners of the galaxy. If the above symbolizes the First Fleet of the Second Legion [orthodox], there are a total of six fleets.

Among them, the First Fleet is the absolute core and soul of the Legion. When the Legion ushered in a split, there were about 1 soldiers in the whole regiment, and [-]% of them stayed in the First Fleet.

As the main force of the Legion, the First Fleet has no notable features. In other words, what this fleet represents is all the basic conditions needed in the war: ordinary infantry filling the front line, armored units, mobile units, and a large number of air fire support Wait, the First Fleet has decided that even without any means, the Legion can still serve the Empire as a normal but ordinary Legion Astartes.

It is also because of this that the power represented by the ordinary First Fleet is also the [chief] of the Second Army. They may not have any outstanding features, but their existence is the pressing stone of the army. In the event that all means fail, these most ordinary fighters and the [Secret Vault] will support the burden of ending the war and achieving victory.

And Hector's Second Fleet, the unit that enjoys [science and technology exploration] and [collection] as the greatest pleasure, is the [Second] after the First Fleet. The history of this faction is almost the same as that of the Legion itself. Ancient, because the fangs of every emperor have an almost innate spirit of exploration, so, for a long time, [chief] and [secondary] were actually inseparable, before the official split However, the two factions have also maintained a high degree of cooperation: the Second Fleet has obtained a large number of treasured weapons through various means. In the [Secret Vault] in charge, it is under the strict supervision of the [Chief].

And the next Third Fleet is a small-scale elite gathering to explore the sea of ​​souls and spiritual power. They are a little more aggressive than the white scars, but much more cautious than the Thousand Sons, Constantly expanding his cognition in psychic power, and it is said that the No.1 psychic of the Second Legion, even the Emperor himself taught it in person at the end of the Terra unification war, the power of psychic power also made This late faction soon became the [Three Seats] of the Legion, but their numbers never flourished.

And long before these psykers appeared in the legion, some veterans who were still experiencing the unification war of Terra realized the benefits of lurking, espionage, and destroying local hubs in squad combat. The small group among them: Strictly speaking, this is the first faction in the history of the Second Legion, and they occupy the [Four Seats]. Therefore, after the split of the Legion, their fleet also became the Fourth Fleet of the Legion.

It is said that the Legion's [Four Seats] and [Fifth Seats] have always maintained cooperation, and the fourth and fifth fleets also accompanied each other, but after a brief separate operation, the Fifth Fleet suddenly disappeared in a After the extremely remote galaxy, the chaotic subspace fluctuations there made the search a delusion, so the [Lost Fifth Fleet] became a mystery alongside the [Unforgiven Fleet].

And the last faction, the [-]th Fleet, they haven't even officially got a seat yet, this fleet is closer to the Ultramarines, they appreciate the feeling of establishing order among mortals, I personally think , that is a group of freaks, and many people in the legion also think so.

that's it.

First Fleet: The vast majority of [Mediocre].

Second Fleet: Explore technology and relics.

Third Fleet: Psionics.

Fourth Fleet: A Cause in the Shadows.

Fifth Fleet: Lost.

And then there's the not-fully-acknowledged Sixth Fleet that loves interacting with mortals.

This is the main strength of the Legion.

In addition to that, there are actually some small factions within the Legion, some of them are actually very interesting, but they are still too small to become mainstream.

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"Then, Lord Kairon, what is the ring of our Second Fleet?"

"The Ring of Mithril, forged from a variety of precious metals."

"Mithril?"

"The near-perfect metal that only appears in many ancient stories and legends also symbolizes the ancient age that those of us who are keen on archaeology dream of... What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Hector shook his head.

"I was just thinking... maybe our Primarch would look pretty in it."

"The word beautiful is rarely used to describe a Primarch."

"Who knows, maybe, we'll have a genetic mother?"

Hector's soft-spoken words managed to make the ancient warrior laugh out loud. He laughed for a long time, but suddenly showed a serious expression.

"If it's a genetic mother, a real [mother]."

"In a sense, that would be a good thing for Legion."

　Well, start laying the groundwork for the legion, in preparation for the return of Morgan after this battle.

　　I'm thinking about what style and culture to design the Second Regiment. I'm also thinking about the logo and name. If you have any suggestions, you can mention them.

　　One more thing... How could Morgan give the Primarch the wine that he stepped on?

　　Anyway, these cups of Primarch must be normal wine.

　　As for the Ariman cup...

　　You can't die from drinking anyway, can you?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)