Emperor's Bane

Chapter 588 Battle Sister - 30k
"Latest news."

"A new Primarch, the last lost son of the Emperor, named Alpharius, has been found in the Segmentum Obscurus by the Wolf-God, who encountered him in the Belis Corona Sector, and lost an entire detachment of his defenders."

“What a good deal.”

"The identity of this youngest Primarch has been personally acknowledged by the Lord of Mankind. He will soon command the mysterious 20th Legion and participate in the expedition to Ullanor. I heard that the Emperor has appointed Horus as the Primarch's educator."

"This time, she is finally no longer our hunting goddess?"

"That's a good thing, isn't it? The adults have enough to worry about already."

With a chuckle, Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne-Dark, who served in the 3rd Assault Squadron, closed the [Legion Briefing] in her hand. Her pale golden pupils took a last glance at the huge picture on the cover that took up half of the page.

The face and smile of the Wolf God were still impressive, but the new Primarch who stood next to him and looked slightly shorter, called Alpharius, was only silent under his helmet: he looked like a machine filled with flesh and blood.

“Will they still be like this?”

Jeanne muttered to herself, she recalled the Primarchs she had seen on the Aurora. They all seemed to have a very down-to-earth air. Even someone as melancholy as Corax was a very friendly person who would sign autographs and give candies to the children who passed by. But this Alpha was obviously at the other extreme.

"It doesn't matter what happens to them."

Another person sitting across the table heard Colonel Jeanne's whisper and interrupted her thoughts rudely. The symbol on her shoulder armor showed that the woman with silver-white hair was a tribune of the legion, two or three levels higher than Colonel Jeanne.

But she had a rough face, far less pretty than Jeanne's.

"But you, Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne, if you continue to dawdle here and don't go and fetch our little Cyrene, then you're really a bit of a jerk: after you fetch her, remember to let her make up for this morning's morning prayers. Final exams are not an excuse for laziness."

"I will."

"By the way, remember to correct her pronunciation."

"It is the incarnation of Pacomitris. We cannot directly call the Primarch's name in prayer: We worship the goddess of hunting Pacomitris. The Primarch is the incarnation of the goddess of hunting and is her spokesperson, but we cannot worship the Primarch directly!"

"I see... it's really troublesome..."

Jeanne grumbled quietly, handing the newspaper back to her boss.

"And you, Tribune Rosa: what are your plans for today?"

"Of course. The Supreme Matron of the Prideful Titans, Mohana Mantaka VI, will visit the Aurora Goddess today to complete her routine pilgrimage to Master Morgan. Commander Katarina will personally greet her, and I will also accompany her. We will set off in half an hour at most."

"Will the Tigress go to greet them personally?"

"Watch your attitude, Jeanna: Her Excellency Mohana is also our Supreme Matron. Without her, we wouldn't be who we are today. After Master Morgan, who is the incarnation of the God of Hunting, the Matron is the second person we need to respect."

“I’m still trying to do that.”

Jeanne laughed and swiftly left the rest area of ​​the warship, hearing the tribune's reluctant growl behind her.

"Then you better hurry up!"

"You're already twenty-five: we don't have time to wait for you to grow up!"

Twenty-five-year-old Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne turned a deaf ear to all this.

She floated out of the rest area like a flying lark. When she reached the door, she did not forget to take a look at the symbol carved on the wall: the wings were exactly the same as the imperial double-headed eagle, but in the middle was a huge eagle claw print, straight as a sharpened bone.

This eagle claw is the symbol of Pacomitris, the goddess of hunting, who has always been believed by Morgan's Sun Titan Legion. She is also one of the mainstream beliefs in the Avalon region, because the believers of the goddess of hunting devoutly believe that the Emperor's silver-haired daughter is the incarnation of the goddess of hunting walking on earth, or simply believe that Morgan is the reincarnation of the goddess of hunting.

This allows their faith to flow freely.

Under this sign, which was about four meters wide, was the equally huge High Gothic language, set against a dazzling light: Jeanne first used it to tidy up her silver-white shoulder-length hair, and then read out its contents in a brisk voice.

"Hunter Rose."

That was the name of the Legion she belonged to, a name given by the Primarch himself.

The Rose of the Huntsman.

Morgan's spikes.

Of course: it is silver-white. All members have silver-white hair. Even if they are not born with silver-white hair, they will dye it. After all, the most famous feature of the Spider Queen is her head full of silver hair, and her roses imitate this fanatically.

The Huntsman Rose Legion, loyal to Avalon and fighting for Morgan and the Huntress, stands proudly in the ranks of the Queen's Guards, and is recognized as one of the top five mortal legions in the entire Far East Frontier in terms of strength. The fact that they can get an exclusive rest area on the Dawn Goddess is the best proof of this.

This is a unique unit, and its greatest feature can be seen from the previous communication: from the legion commander to the tribune, to the leader of the assault squadron, they are all composed of female soldiers, and the only men are the mechanical priests and mechanical slaves accompanying the army: this involves their deep connection with the Priestly Sun Legion.

Thinking of this, Lieutenant Colonel Jeanna narrowed her eyes slightly. As the new generation of the legion, the warriors of their generation actually had no interest in this kind of origin, and the same was true for the belief in the Huntress: old veterans like Rosa would solemnly call the Primarch of Avalon the human incarnation of the Huntress in their prayers, and worship it as a vague concept, which was as troublesome as those engine oil guys.

But when it comes to Jeanna's generation, they will directly worship Morgan, write the name of Lady Morgan directly in the prayer, and believe in her as a real entity independent of her identity as the goddess of hunting. This has caused considerable divisions in the legion and is also the reason why Jeanna is unwilling to pray in the morning with her teachers: she thinks Cyrene is the same.

Thinking of her youngest sister, Lieutenant Colonel Jeanna's steps became lighter. She passed through the maze-like defense zones between the military area and the living area as quickly as possible, and bought sweet muffins, pecan pie, lasagna and a few bags of bread at a roadside restaurant.

During this time, she also said hello to Captain Davout, who was struggling with a few plates of hamburgers: this high-ranking officer of the Dawnbreakers had fought alongside the Hunting Roses several times, and his shiny head was impressive, second only to Ahriman's bright red armor.

The only difference is that the handsome, elegant, well-spoken and graceful Dawnbreaker Swordmaster is extremely popular and popular among the Huntsman Rose, almost one-tenth of Lord Morgan: compared with him, Dawu has to be very sorry.

"Go pick up the kids?"

While waiting in line to pay, the 12th Captain of the Dawnbreakers asked Jeanne a question, to which Rose gave him an affirmative nod.

"Yes, today is the day for the final exams for those middle school students, and my ward is among them, but she will only take the exam until the morning, and she usually hands in the paper early."

"Then you better hurry up."

Dawu nodded, he tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"If I remember correctly, those middle schools all had their entrance exams together, and they were built together when they were first constructed. The flow of people might be very crowded. A large-scale stampede occurred a few years ago, causing the Primarch to be furious."

"Thank you for reminding."

When it was her turn, Jeanna took out the fixed amount of military notes with ease. These mortgage coupons that could only be used on the warships of the Dawnbreaker Legion were actually worthless, but they could indeed be used as general equivalents. The shops that received them could exchange them for corresponding subsidies from the legion, which was equivalent to another way of earning income.

Of course, this somewhat deformed economic system would only be established within the Dawnbreaker Legion and a very small circle around it. When Jeanna was stationed on other worlds on the Far Eastern border, they naturally received the local currency: military notes were worthless there.

Carrying the condolences to Cyrene, Lieutenant Colonel Jeanna rushed to the school area at lightning speed. Relying on the black and white mortal power armor on her body, she waded through the crowds on the street and arrived at the key middle school where Cyrene was studying: there were not many people waiting here, but among them were some big figures in the legion.

For example...

"Good morning, Sir Erwin."

Jeanne pressed her legs together as she saluted a genteel old man with gray hair: any mortal warrior of Avalon would know him, for Elwin was a legend among mortals.

"Good morning, Commander Jeanne."

Admiral Erwin's return gift made Jeanna feel a little flattered.

"You recognize me?"

"I will not forget a great warrior who has been decorated by the Primarch. You and your assault squadron have received such an honor more than once. A hero who became a lieutenant colonel at the age of 25 through his own efforts and military merits. There are not many such people in the whole of Avalon. Naturally, people will remember him very clearly."

"I dare not act like a hero in front of you."

Jeanne's attitude was very humble, but it was reasonable. After all, the man standing in front of her was old Erwin, and Jeanne's generation grew up listening to his legend and the stories he and other legends had together.

Everyone knows that Old Elwin joined the Avalon Army after the first battle of Lord Morgan's conquest of the Far Eastern Frontier. When he was defending his home planet Glastonbury, he commanded a group of defeated troops and defeated the Dawnbreakers who were at the peak of their powers several times, which attracted the attention of the Primarch and led to his subsequent recruitment. In the following sixty or seventy years, this mortal general rose rapidly in the Imperial Army. He fought side by side with some truly great warriors, such as Luther, Dantioch and Jonson, participated in thirty-five expeditions, commanded twenty-seven of them and won all of them: Today, Old Elwin is one of the actual leaders of the Avalon Mortal Army and the left arm that the Primarch Morgan relies on.

"That's all story of the past."

Old Erwin shook his head.

"The Great Crusade is so grand and long that it is destined to consume more than one generation. I have fought on this battlefield for seventy years. Now my time has passed. The stage now belongs to you young people, and also to my little Elvin."

"Little Erwin?"

"Yes, he is my grandson, who was admitted to this military academy named after the Primarch: he ranked among the best in his class, and is destined to take over my career in the army. So who are you waiting for here? Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne?"

"I am waiting for Cyrene."

Jeanne nodded.

"I am her guardian."

"You're only twenty-five?"

"Yes, Cyrene's actual guardian is Lord Orpesson. I have received his help before, and he is not on duty on the Aurora, so I am the guardian of his adopted Cyrene. This little guy is very talented in clerical work and public speaking, and may become a clerical commissar."

"amazing."

Old Erwin nodded.

"Are you going to recruit her into your Goddess Hunting Army?"

"Yes, this kind of adoption is the main way for our legion to expand."

"Too."

The old man turned his head away.

"After all, you were once the Titan Guards of the Prideful Sun Legion."

"Now they are just the guards of Lord Morgan."

"The Dawnbreakers might not be happy"

"But that's what it is."

Jeanne puffed out her chest with pride.

"Except for the Mordred Guards and the Lefebvre Knights who are her direct blood relatives, we, the Hunting Goddess Corps, are the only ones who have served as the ceremonial guards of Lord Morgan, and we still do. This is a unique honor among all mortal legions. All of our colleagues in the Queen's Guards pale in comparison to our pride."

The old general nodded, but ultimately said nothing. Elvin had always kept his distance from this group of female legions that fanatically believed in the goddess of hunting or their primarch Morgan: although he admitted that they were indeed fanatical and good at fighting, their momentum in combat and charge had even overwhelmed the green-skinned orcs' waaaagh head-on, causing those irrational beasts to lose their will to fight.

In other words: these crazy women are even waaaaghier than the greenskins.

In deliberate silence, the two quietly waited for the bell to ring. Just as Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne had thought, little Cyrene was the first student to rush out of the examination room. The pride on her face already told of her test results.

"First again?"

"Olpersund would be proud of me."

Cyrene stood in front of her sister, raising her face proudly. She had grown into a teenage girl. The comfortable life on the Aurora made her look relaxed. The only thing worth noting was that on her shoulder, there was also a tattoo of the mark of the Hunting Goddess.

But the name has been changed to Morgan.

"Then go back."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne nodded, and they chose a path untraveled by people, chatting casually like real sisters.

"Are there any questions you are not sure about this time?"

"No! Especially the last essay question is very simple. It tests the history of the Rose Hunting Army. Sister, I only took fifteen minutes to fill in all the forms. I guarantee that I can get full marks on this question!"

"Of course."

Jeanne smiled.

"If you answer this set of questions incorrectly, Tribune Rosa will put you in solitary confinement for a month."

"Tell me how you wrote it."

"no problem."

Cyrene raised his face and smiled in a way that he had never done in the Perfect City.

……

"As we all know, the history of the Rose Hunting Legion originated from the Prideful Titan Legion, and can be traced back to the early days of the Great Crusade: Mohana, a noblewoman of the Knight Family of Plokon No. 6, won the first place in the family's internal selection competition, but because of her gender, she was unable to get a knight mecha of her own."

"So she left in anger. She was favored by the Forge World Tigrus and built the first Sun Legion."

"This brave self-exile soon paid off: a few years later, the Forge World Tigrus became the second Forge World to ally with Master Morgan and the Dawnbreaker Legion after the Forge World Reza. The Scorching Sun Legion naturally pledged allegiance to Master Morgan."

"Out of resentment for past injustices and out of respect for the hunting goddess Paxmitris, whom she has always admired, Ms. Mohana announced that her Titan Corps will only accept female members, and men can only serve as mechanical priests and machine slaves."

"She regarded all female Titan pilots as her adopted daughters, and the members of the Titan Legion called her the Supreme Mother: after pledging allegiance to Lord Morgan, the Primarch became the incarnation of the Hunting God above the Supreme Grandmother, which was the core of faith for the entire Legion."

"So far, the Primordial Legion has officially separated from the Forge World of Tigrus and offered all its loyalty to the Primarch: this includes their former Titan Guards, which are also composed of female warriors, many of whom have close blood ties with the pilots of the Primordial Legion."

"Mr. Morgan personally gave this army the name of the Hunting God Rose. Perhaps they will recruit the best members. At the same time, those worlds that surrender to Avalon must also let their noble ladies join this army. The Hunting God Rose Army quickly became stronger and became one of the proudest forces in the entire Avalon."

"The best performance of the Legion was that it successfully blocked the Eldar Ark Jesfar from plundering the Carla Sector with its own strength, and paid a heavy price in casualties to repel the Phoenix Lord who led this group of Eldar pirates."

"Afterwards, they and the main force of the Dawnbreakers that arrived attacked from the front and back, forcing the Eldar pirates to abandon thousands of corpses and flee in panic. The desperate fight of the Huntsman Roses earned them the honor of serving as the Primarch's honor guard."

“It is still the same today.”

"pretty."

Jeanna nodded in satisfaction.

"You are ready to go, my little Cyrene. Maybe I should talk to Tribune Rosa or Legion Commander Catarina and ask them to let you join the next legion combat operation. We happen to be short of a narrator."

"Really?"

"of course."

Jeanne raised her head.

"Have you ever wondered where our fleet is heading right now?"

"We are heading to Inisim, where the Dark Angels await us."

"Trust me, Cyrene."

"As long as the Dark Angel is present, things will never be simple."

(End of this chapter)