Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 707 (8) Reactor, about to explode

After half a day of being bombarded with a large number of disorganized clues like cold rain, there were finally some things that could connect the thinking matrix of the new mecha.

The 4th Company of Colisius Squad ten thousand years later.

Felix Cassandra, the fourth captain of the company, ten thousand years ago.

No matter how many mysterious and strange patterns are in the middle of the line of fate between them, at least this is a direction in which they can try to connect the fragments.

A sudden teaching leaped out from somewhere deep within his matrix and echoed in his sonic receptors.

"He brings us no salvation, he is definitely not our savior;" He vaguely realized that this was the low voice of Rogal Dorn, but he couldn't remember when his father said this - oh, no, he was no longer his father, and he was no longer his son. This judgment came from Dorn's own mouth - "Just as the promises of those so-called gods are never reliable," and this voice filled his taste receptors with an illusory taste of rusty metal, "the same is true of the words of the human emperor. We can only rely on ourselves to save all this."

Then this fragment slid across the surface of his liquid metal mind and disappeared into the deeper abyss of mathematics.

In Sigismund's thought matrix, which was still as bright and clean as new after leaving the forge of the Lord of Steel, some computing particles quietly deviated from the main confinement field.

Before they could dissipate, a small mass of living metal flowed over, began to form a new confinement field below, and began to draw energy channels from the reactor to support the new expansion disk.

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After confirming the blasphemous scenes remaining here and that they were indeed provided as resources to the Chaos army as the intelligence said, the top officers of the Imperial Fists immediately decided to blow up the contaminated space station.

All warriors were ordered to withdraw to the chapter's strike cruisers for rest and recuperation, and the remains of the unfortunately killed battle brothers would be sent back to the Phalanx along with the extracted gene seeds.

As for the Lost One brothers Volpes who were lucky enough to return to the regiment here, they were led by Colisius to report to the current commander of the 4th Company.

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"Captain Desorian is a respectable officer and soldier."

As they made their way to the bridge command room, Kolisius took the time to brief the battle-brother who might well become a new legend in the Chapter during these turbulent times.

Their ceramic armor had not yet been thoroughly cleaned and repaired, but had been hastily washed and disinfected. The damaged or paint-peeled parts glowed with a fresh and sharp silver-white color, like a few small stars shining on their armor. The rhythm of the ceramic steel footsteps of the two sons of Dorne, who were separated by ten thousand years, still coincided.

"He has served the Chapter for nearly three hundred years, and he became our Captain over ninety years ago. That is rare."

"Three centuries of loyal service is indeed not a short time." - After all, before the Warmaster became the greatest traitor in the Imperium, the Great Crusade lasted only two hundred years in total, and the most senior Astartes among them, the veterans of the Unification Wars, would not be more than three hundred years old.

Sigismund found that the previous warm-up battles and Cassandra's face might have brought him something extra. At least his originally rigid memory bank data seemed to be easier to call and would make degree comparisons based on new association paths. So the database provided him with the Iron Warriors-style "Because in today's time period, the turnover rate of the Imperial Fists is much faster than that of ordinary Astartes Chapters, so the Imperial Fists' century-old veterans are equivalent to the Iron Warriors' thousand-year-old recruits." What does this mean?
"Yes." Colisius nodded. "We all hope that when he gets his third service nail, we can celebrate his 100th anniversary as our company commander. This is something worth celebrating. I personally think so. In my former gang," he raised his hand and pointed at the hideous and strange tattoo that occupied half of his face, "at this moment, we will sincerely wish you all the best and receive a souvenir from such a respectable warrior elder. I hope I can get this honor by then."

"Yes." Sigismund nodded at him. "So you were not recruited from Terra or Invert? Or are you from a gang on Terra?"

Kolisius looked at him with a hint of surprise. "No, my hometown is an unknown hive world that happens to be near the patrol route of the Chapter, so I am still very lucky. In fact, we haven't recruited new soldiers from Terra for quite some time. As far as I know, the only famous warrior that the Chapter can confirm to be recruited from the surface of Terra is the First Captain, Lord Danat Lysander."

As the name appeared, Sigismund paused, and the harmonious and rigorous Taogang footsteps began to have a disordered beat.

"What's wrong?" Colisius asked in surprise, but his eyes immediately became sharp.

"Nothing." Sigismund hurriedly called up relevant dialogue suggestions for this scenario from the database, which provided him with a simulated personality profile for such conversations. He glanced and saw that the analytical data called up came from a module called "SK".

"I just... you know, my battles in the Warp were sometimes difficult. Those were the times when I often thought of the First Company. As far as I can remember, Lysander was already ruled missing, and a statue in his honor had been erected in the Hall of Honor on the Phalanx."

Sergeant Colisius's micro-expression immediately returned to calm and showed a hint of understanding.

"This is a common situation." He kindly suggested, "Perhaps after meeting Captain Desorian, you can use the time on the way back to the mountain to go to the central library of this ship to read some recent chapter history. Speaking of which, Captain Lysander also encountered the same accident as you, but his time span is longer than yours - when he returned to the chapter, a thousand years had passed since he disappeared."

"Then...his willpower is truly unparalleled. The possible physical disorder or physical discomfort caused by a thousand years of time span is actually the smallest of all the problems."

"Indeed." Kolisius nodded in agreement. "But Captain Lysander has withstood all the trials and tests! His body and soul are pure and blameless. I hear they are considering nominating him as our next Chapter Master."

"Isn't the current chapter commander the Lord Pew whom I know?" There was an unconcealable doubt in Sigismund's words.

"Captain Pew was placed in the Dreadnought Iron Casket due to his severe injuries," Kolisius told him, "so I heard that the Captains' Meeting is considering transferring the honor of the Chapter Master."

"I see." Sigismund nodded. His helmet and power armor did a good job of concealing his reactor core and overheated mind matrix, which were once again shining like a nova explosion storm.

Because in his database association display, the moment Danat Lysander's name was spoken, the note that popped up for him was -

Danat Lysander (Current): Champion of the Silver Skulls' First Company, Champion of Perturabo, Iron Warrior/Former Imperial Fist.

Character relationships: War Blacksmith Shangtuo (organ and gene donor, war blacksmith, Iron Warrior); Hongsuo (fusion surgery, master of medicine, war blacksmith, Iron Warrior)...

(End of this chapter)