Emperor's Bane

Chapter 44 Farce
"There are probably two or three hundred Dark Angels in the camp, and we have three here."

"Um……"

"Slight disadvantage."

"But it's not a big problem."

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Sometimes life is like eating hazelnut chocolate with a mouthful of rotten teeth.

Sweetness is guaranteed.

Pain is predictable.

But the possibility that the damned hazelnut is stuck in your tooth cavity, fingers can't get in, tongue can't suck it out, but you still want to lick there every now and then is also a real possibility.

And not low.

Hector didn't know what hazelnut chocolate was. After all, pure cocoa butter had completely disappeared as early as the era of strife.

Although in private, this serious star of the Second Legion actually likes to taste candy, but it is limited to some common types, and he will never let anyone know this. After all, he personally feels that this is not something to boast about. Hobbies, some naive and naive.

But this does not prevent him from feeling continuous sorrow and anxiety as if he had eaten a very bitter hard candy. This is the stimulation brought about by the collision of cruel reality and beauty of dreams. Pain, although to the Astartes, this kind of mental pain is almost inconsequential, it is still annoying, and there is still the possibility of screwing things up.

After all, the angels of death who are loyal to the emperor are by no means perfect species, and they can hardly even be called perfect warriors. Although they have experienced extremely strict moral brainwashing and thinking strengthening in theory, this does not prevent some The emotional development of the violent, reckless, arrogant or insidious emotions in the Astartes' bones, such dark thoughts will even overshadow their millisecond thinking, and some dirty tragedies will appear in the world.

Hector knew this very early on. When he first became a [Fang], His Excellency Kairon and other mentors almost reminded him of this. He also went to the Legion In the psychological room, pour out to those ancient warriors, and learn how to better control their impulses.

The oldest warriors didn't care what kind of ideals Hector had, or how big his ambitions were. After all, they had seen even stranger fangs. These respectable figures only cared about one thing: that It is whether he can suppress the weakness in his heart in the flames of war and become a reliable commander.

Hector passed the test, and after three months, he became the recruit with the fastest promotion rate in the Legion, and in the No.11 year when he officially joined the Legion, he became the youngest squad leader in the history of the Legion.

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Becoming an Astartes is never the end, only death is, and death does not mean the end of duty when some greater destiny and cause comes.

The Second Legion has always thought so.

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"Are you sure, Salieri?"

It was no difficulty for Hector to suppress a new boredom in his heart.

The three soldiers of the Second Legion were staying on a barren slope at this time, from here they could barely see the dusty camp of the Dark Angels, but even for the superhuman vision of the Astartes , there are some things that are too far here.

However, Hector didn't dare to get closer without planning: this is the minimum respect for the dark angel's keen perception, and he doesn't want to face the questioning of the First Legion without a plan.

Even though the camp in front of him was guarded by the same youthful Calibans who had just followed their genetic father into the void, newcomers who were still not good at grasping their own great power, not those who were enough to let Awe-inspiring veterans of Terra.

But then again, if the people assigned to this world were really the Dark Angels company mainly composed of Terra veterans, His Excellency Kairon would never allow them to mess around like this.

Yep...fucking.

Hector closed his eyes, he wanted to sigh, and after becoming a leader, he found that he always wanted to sigh, because the light of reason enveloped his heart, constantly shining on the sad reality around him.

At this moment, Hector could clearly hear the confrontation between rationality and sensibility deep in his heart: any Astartes rationality would tell him how weak the possibility of a Primarch lurking here was. Not to mention that these most noble demigods have no reason to lurk in a small camp. From the perspective of personnel alone, this camp is nothing more than a group of conscripted mortals, two or three hundred dark angels, and maybe some other The support staff of the Legion, with the tall and burly Primarch, he must be more eye-catching than standing out from the crowd here, there is no possibility of lurking.

Unless he turns into a stone.

But even so, even though he, Salieri and even Ajax knew how absurd this was, they still came, full of complaints, doubts, guesses, and untraceable luck.

After all, with everything in the world, who can say for sure.

What's more, that's their Primarch...

There was something magical about the word, and the mere thought of it was enough to make Hector take some extravagant risks: even as his reason screamed at him that it was irrational to be behaving this way.

but……

That's the Primarch.

Just one appearance of this word easily destroys the high wall of reason.

Hector now understands some things, some things that he regarded as anecdotes or absurdities before: why the Iron Warriors can accept [-] slaps, why the man who bears the truth can change from a believer to a believer almost instantly, why those corpses Ghosts... would become the Blood Angels of today.

Some things are indeed full of its charm.

"It's too far away, I can't be sure, Hector, but I do feel it."

Salieri's voice recalled that he was staying with Ajax, and the two of them were looking at him together.

Hector paused for a moment.

"Is it possible that the Dark Angel will let us in directly?"

"If you're visiting on the grounds of important business, the other legions are fine, but the First Legion..."

"They're like a pack of watchdogs."

"It may be released, but it may not be, and it is more likely that we will even be denied access."

"It's impossible to break in by force. For us unknown people, this group of Calibans will not hold back."

"Caliban... Hector, don't you know Zahariel?"

"It can only be said to be an acquaintance. I used to get along with the [Eternal Crusade] of the Fist of the Empire for a while, but I am not familiar with his character."

"So... what should we do?"

This question made Hector rub his brows.

Damn, why is it the Dark Angel.

This second legion nova, who is far taller than the average Astartes and can even be called the big guy in the Astartes, thought about it for a while, but the first thought that popped into his mind was called Strange.

or……

sneak in?

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Hector made a deliberate circle.

After confirming that Salieri and Ajax's one-on-one harmony was enough to hold back part of the Dark Angel's attention, he didn't take action immediately, but patiently walked around half of the camp, and arrived at the place where construction was still going on. In the area where the conscripted mortals are working listlessly, they operate some huge sand pulling vehicles and mixing machines, and from time to time a thick fog of dust and sand billows, covering sight and senses.

There are very few guards here, only a few dark angels stay on the edge of the construction site, chatting from time to time, they are not very enthusiastic about this job, after all, theoretically, this camp is for the future to stay here Used by mortals, the Dark Angels just supervised them to build it a little more realistically.

Hector's eyes were wandering and his thinking was running. He quickly discovered the pile of sand piled up on the other side of the construction site. Thinking and calculations were running rapidly in his mind. The rhythm and timing, maybe...

He didn't hesitate.

Once again, when mortals who were on the decline drove those vehicles and dumped another pile of sand and dust on the planned area of ​​the construction site, they, as always, raised layers of sand and dust, straight into the sky, in the desert In the strong wind, the rising dust was like a erratic high wall, swaying wantonly under the icy sunlight, blurring everyone's vision.

Without even noticing, a flash of shiny silver seemed to pass by.

It became.

Hector leaned against the sand pile, these huge solid objects were enough to block his view from the other side, and then, he only needed to...

"Crack."

It was as if something was against his back armor.

Then, he heard the friction sound in the sand, the sound of the explosive shell being loaded, and a cold laugh.

"What made you choose such a disrespectful way of visiting, my friend."

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No, no.

This doesn't work.

Hector shook his head, throwing the idea out of his head.

He pressed his index finger against his chin, and began to think again. Plans began to emerge in the ocean of thinking like a revolving lantern, but they were picked and dropped to the ground one by one like a revolving lantern.

First Legion...

In the end, Hector could only sigh.

He never liked the situation where the progress of things was not in his own hands. He was keen to lay out detailed plans and think about countermeasures under every possibility.

Among the Second Legion, this might be a special case, but Hector did take it as a habit, rely on it, and even take pride in it.

But this time, or at present, he really can only put the fate of the matter in the hands of the First Legion, even if it is related to his Primarch, even if it is just a few boys from Caliban.

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damn it.

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"Second Legion, 144th Expeditionary Fleet, Captain of the 23rd Vanguard Squad, Sergeant Hector."

The guards of the Dark Angels looked suspiciously at the Astartes who introduced himself, his eyes flicked over the overly huge dark green sword, and the trace of fear in his eyes did not escape Hector's sight.

Finally, Jonson's son and his battle brother looked at each other, keeping their guns down.

"You should be on the battleship, Second Legion."

Hector didn't reply. In fact, he retreated a little cryptically, allowing Salieri and Ajax to surround him from left to right. The former opened his mouth, while the latter just stood dully behind the dark angel's cordon. On, unarmed, just with his head down, staring at them.

"We have an urgent matter to find His Excellency Zahariel."

Salieri patted the document in his hand, while the Dark Angel immediately shook his head.

"You can communicate..."

"Confidential matters, need to be interviewed."

"No outsiders are allowed here."

The Dark Angel shook his head almost stubbornly.

Salieri frowned, he took a step forward, and Ajax, who was silent at the side, also took the opportunity to move forward a little bit, his shadow even cast on the Dark Angel.

The two guards were a little nervous, their eyes drifted over Ajax, and then they were taken away by something further behind: Hector was standing there, he was so tall, the green sword in his hand From time to time it shone brightly in the sun.

At this moment, Salieri's voice floated.

"Why don't you let us in, do you have any secrets hidden?"

"The First Legion has no secrets!"

Almost instinctively, the guard growled.

"Then why not allow access?"

"In order to prevent you from posing a threat..."

Salieri showed a weird smile, while Ajax, who was at least a head taller than the Dark Angel, just stared at him with a gloomy face, and then...

They withdrew together.

Before the words were finished, Hector suddenly stepped forward, his body was rampaging in sight, and his great sword was shining brightly in the sunlight, all of which made the Dark Angel pull the trigger involuntarily.

Hector raised the blade and stood on the ground.

He unloaded the deflagration gun and stuffed it into Salieri's hand.

Then, he took the documents, bent down, and smiled at the dazed Caliban.

"I enter alone, you can check my armed situation and send someone to supervise."

Seeing what the guard wanted to say, Hector's smile was slightly more contemptuous.

"Of course, if you are afraid, you can also send a small team, I don't mind."

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"Captain Zahariel is up ahead, and I'll keep an eye on you from here."

The dark angel's complexion and tone were not very good, but Hector didn't care.

By the Emperor, it worked.

If it wasn't for the complete immaturity of these Caliban recruits, if it wasn't for them, they would be stimulated by the simplest play hard to get and aggressive generals, or in other words, as long as the veteran guarding there is a veteran, he won't be able to get in.

Hector touched the document, and Salieri's psychic mark was still intact, and he quietly transferred it to the palm of his hand. This mark allowed him to temporarily feel the breath of the Primarch, Later, he understood why Salieri was so excited.

Hector moved forward almost involuntarily, barely controlling himself to move in the direction indicated by the dark angel, not the direction indicated by the beacon in his hand.

When he was thinking about what to do, Hector suddenly found that the two targets were the same, and the beacon pointed to Zahariel's left and right.

A burst of ecstasy couldn't help but he quickened his pace.

Finally, after turning over the wall stacks one after another, he saw a scene he would never forget in a clearing.

It was a scene of gray theater: the dark sky was touched by the sun, amidst the dust, Zahariel and a mortal woman were standing on a boulder, seeming to be talking about something.

The beacon was beeping, telling him that the target had appeared.

Following its direction, what did Hector see?
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Zahariel, a true Dark Angel.

A mortal woman with silver hair and blue eyes, slender and delicate.

And... the rocks under their feet.

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Hector blinked, the beacon in his hand was still vibrating crazily, indicating that the target was right in front of his eyes.

He looked again.

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Zahariel, a dark angel.

A silver-haired lady.

A huge... rock.

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Hector is about 40 years old this year.

He was selected by the Second Legion at the age of ten, completed all the surgeries and procedures 14 years later, and officially became an angel of death, and in the following three years, he completed the first task and became the first mentor , chose the first Seiko weapon, and another ten years later, experienced the first war from beginning to end, received the first victory medal and honorary title, was discussed and praised by the officers for the first time, the first Lost his comrades for the first time, was selected and assessed for the first time, promoted for the first time...

And all of this, all the ups and downs, all the ups and downs, all the emotions, all the gains and losses, all the things, all the first time and the first time, all the killing and bloodshed, these days Everything he has experienced, enjoyed, regretted, and admired in this ruthless universe in the past ten years...

It's not even one billionth of what it is at this moment.

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"Despite all the impossible, the absurd will become reality."

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He thought about that sentence again.

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As if sensing something, Morgan turned around slowly.

What she saw, what she discovered, what she realized, what she seemed to marvel at.

Then, she laughed.

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"What's going on, Hector? Why can't my psionic senses suddenly perceive that information!"

Salieri was running, chasing, trying to keep up with his team leader.

Ever since he walked out of the dark angel's camp, Hector didn't stop. He grabbed his great sword and walked straight to the desert.

He's been gone for a long... long... long...

It's like squandering your physical strength in retaliation.

"Hector! What's the matter! Tell us!"

Salieri was screaming, and this time, Hector finally stopped.

He raised his head, looked at the sun, looked at the sun for a long time, and then sighed suddenly, a very heavy sigh.

"Salieri..."

"what happened?"

"you say……"

"How likely is it that the Emperor created us out of a single stone?"

As he said that, before Salieri was surprised or answered, Hector smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)