Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 116 Fire Dragon Lord
  "Your life is the emperor's gold coin, but your soul may be the wealth of lust!"

Merzulica, who once wrote such famous quotes in later generations to criticize all the evil deeds of the Garden Baby Legion in carving up the people of the Empire, is still an ordinary Astra Militarum.

She was still recalling the taste of the cake and the smell of paint on the painter's body.

Yes, she was the Astra Militarum who was fed a mouthful of cake by Nusgreen in Ankarin. After treatment, there was only a scar left on her abdomen.

This Son of the Fire Dragon received a new assignment after retaking Ankarin.

They need to join up with another group of Salamanders to form an army composed of 1,397 Astartes and 370,000 Astra Militarum to recapture another group that has been unable to be conquered for a long time and can prepare for the Great Crusade. An alien world that functions as a supply and transit trading post.

"I thought it would take more than two years of sailing to reach my destination."

The company commander of this temporary Dalian company sighed.

If the original body does not return, the number of Astartes will continue to decrease. Even if the gene seeds can be recycled, it will not be able to effectively replenish combat members.

First of all, it takes time for gene seeds to mature. Each Astartes company has several Apothecaries. These special units of the Astartes are professional gene seed recyclers, and most of them are so powerful that they can easily defeat other Astartes companies. Astartes.

It is not difficult to understand. If the pharmacist is not strong enough in combat, how can he guarantee that he will bring back the gene seeds of the deceased.

"Many of the gene seeds are too difficult to recover, and the distortion and mortality rates of fresh blood undergoing Astartes transformation surgery are too high. We are in a difficult situation."

The deputy company commander watched with a headache as the other two companies they gathered reported their battle damage status.

They used the remaining salamanders from three companies to form this temporary company.

"Many brothers are using forging to escape the reality of too many deaths of their comrades. They drag back the broken power armor of their dead brothers on the sampan, pick up the hammer, and smash out new ceramic steel."

The Salamanders are a legion of blacksmiths. Their genes have created their forging ability, or it may be the result of some kind of fateful connection between their genetic original body and them.

The silent Salamanders are not very good at expressing their inner anguish. It is their daily routine to devote all their grievances and sorrows to forging with concentration.

"Maybe we need Master..."

The Salamander Legion's excessive battle loss rate compared to other Legions is due to their repeated rejection of material providers sent to them by the Empire.

The current empire has not yet discovered Nocturne, the furnace planet that will be regarded as the home world by all the children of the Fire Dragon in the future.

Volkan, Lord of the Fire Dragon, is still sleeping in the volcanic ash of Nocturne Star, shrouded in dim light.

The natives of Nocturne are the most suitable humans for salamander transformation surgery.

This seems to be destiny.

The environment of Nocturne is cruel, and each Nocturne has extremely strong vitality and can endure the pain of salamander organ transplantation and gene seed implantation.

But the current Sons of the Fire Dragon are not Nocturnes, and they do not have strong vitality. Very few of them can withstand so many Astartes transformation surgeries.

Among the tithes paid by planets every year, there are teenagers who are eligible to be transformed into Astartes, but the mortality rate from surgery is as high as picking up the history of Ancient Terra and reading "Oh, this is also the Emperor" .

"No! We don't need it! Everyone can see that even though He has returned, He has lost something!
  We should treat Him fairly, just like the Emperor!
  Do you want the Emperor to make such a sacrifice for you? "

The company commander questioned his brother, obviously he was not at peace inside either.

These disrespectful words did not bother the deputy company commander, and he was unable to refute the company commander's words.

During the time when material providers appeared, the intensity of their wars sharply increased, but their survival rate increased several times.

It is unimaginable that after a war, only single digits of salamanders were sacrificed. When the material providers left, the intensity of the war obviously dropped, and the sacrifice ratio of the Salamanders was not higher than it was twenty-six years ago, but they found it a bit difficult to accept it.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

"Besides, I suspect that not all of our battle brothers were sacrificed."

The company commander insisted on his idea because of what he had photographed.

He shared his power armor data with the deputy company commander.

“I don’t rule out that this is a conspiracy of hate intelligence or electronic demons, but I did see multiple such incidents.

Also, for those dead battle brothers, many times we only see their ceramite fragments or a broken arm, rather than their entire body. "

Using cameras to record battlefield conditions is a serious violation of imperial laws.

Because this is likely to become the source of heresy contaminating and corrupting the empire.

But the Salamander Captain did it anyway, he was really worried.

The deputy company commander originally planned to scold his brother, until he saw too many similar scenes in Taogang's data network.

One even happened right in front of his eyes.

It was a salamander whose abdomen was pierced by an alien plasma weapon. The powerful fire dragon bloodline allowed the salamander with its internal organs to be shattered before death. It still struggled to grab the alien and forcefully tore off the opponent's main head.

The multi-headed alien was immediately melted by the laser rifles of the Astra Militarum.

Under the dazzling weapon attack, it is easy for people to overlook some details.

Only then did the deputy company commander notice something hidden in the video taken by the company commander.

It was a light that was not dazzling, covered by the smoke and fire.

"I thought I was wrong at first, until I discovered that every time, such a light shines on our dead brothers. It is very dim. You know what that dimness means."

The company commander then showed the deputy company commander the receipt of his report requesting star chart calculation.

"It's my lord!"

The deputy company commander, who had been kicked ten meters away by Rasta and was lying on the ground, blurted out without even thinking.

"Yes, they had such gravel around them before they died."

The company commander motioned to the deputy company commander to look at the rebirth embers that almost appeared in the video. Those pale gravels were absorbing the soul and part of the body of the salamander.

"They are not necessarily dead. After comparing the records 444 times, I was able to piece together a star map in that tiny portal."

The company commander circled the key points of the receipt.

"Nocturne, a cruel planet discovered in the golden age, a world of volcanic furnaces, I think you can guess something."

"The father of genes is right there, and they were sent by the master to protect our father!"

(End of this chapter)