Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 710 (11) If you talk about galaxy defense and siege, I won’t be sleepy anymore

Next, their journey to the Beacon World Saidricka to support the Crimson Tear Sisters guarding the Crimson Teardrop could be described as smooth sailing.

However, such calmness made Captain Desorian's brows even more furrowed.

"The sons of Dorn do not believe in luck," the captain of the fourth captain told Sigismund when they arrived at Mandeville Point in the Sadreka system. "We must always be prepared to sacrifice, but as long as our goal is achieved, then all sacrifices and pains are just the stepping stones to the goal."

"Indeed," Sigismund answered. "For our oath."

"You've been to see the Primaris Marines? What do you think of them?"

Sigismund thought that despite all the shortcomings, they were indeed a group of vibrant souls, coming from the same era as Sigismund. This should have given him a secret joy, like hearing a familiar voice in a distant place.

But when Sigismund thought about the fact that all these powerful warriors were left behind by a great magos of the Mechanicus who claimed that he was ordered by Roboute Guilliman himself during the Heresy ten thousand years ago, as a backup for the resurrection of the Primarch of the Ultramarines in the new era, his view of the whole matter became a little subtly objective.

- After all, as far as his own memory is concerned, not only did he really fight the entire siege of Terra for almost two years ten thousand years ago, but he also really had been waiting anxiously for the arrival of Guilliman's fleet; in the end, he also encountered the guiding choices and revelations of the Living Saint, until he discovered that the final result of his choice was almost the opposite of what the omen gave him.

Moreover, he had personally witnessed the birth of the Codex Astartes, the crisis of Primarch division caused by the split of the Chapter, the Second Founding and the Iron Cage, all of which seemed like distorted myths or completely unknown secrets to these young warriors today.

The reason why Sigismund has not yet reached a clear conclusion on the actions of Lord Guilliman and his Great Magus ten thousand years later is that he is still waiting for the final ruling of the Lord of the Throne on Terra on this matter.

There is also one very important thing: Sigismund was the commander of the Imperial Fists battle company that was ordered by Dorn to go to Mars to rescue and take away as many things and people as possible.

Moreover, his memories of his past life experiences were preserved very well, especially when he was awakened in this improved mecha.

However, further learning and improvement of the personality simulation program will also bring some side effects such as deliberately reducing the sensitivity of relevance retrieval to make him look more like a living person.

So he carefully searched his memory bank again with the information and names that Desorian told him: Belisarius Cawl, Mars, research and development, new Astartes, Primarch's orders...

He was certain that he had never heard a word of Terra, Macragge, or Mars from the Siege of Terra until his death a thousand years later.

But as for whether these taller, stronger arbitrators wearing updated power armor and holding new weapons are their battle brothers...

"They are all sons of Dorne. There is no doubt about it." Sigismund told Desorian carefully, "I know you may have doubts about them. I personally fought with them and had separate conversations with them. Their acid glands and Suan meninges can function normally, and the general swordsmanship and other combat regulations, combat techniques, defense, and architecture they learned in hypnosis were all instilled according to the standards of the Imperial Fists. I can feel that they are indeed the descendants of the Primarch like us. At least they have no problem inheriting the genes of the Primarch and the purity of the flesh."

Normally, this was good news before the battle began. But for a moment, the expression on Desoryan's face seemed not to be joy, but rather a muscle twist closer to anger. However, the fourth captain was able to control himself again.

"They are too superficial. These Primaris Sons know nothing about the culture and traditions of the Imperial Fists. They have never spent a day on the mountain, never felt the atmosphere of the Hall of Oaths, never strolled in the Hall of Honor and been influenced by the heroic stories of the Chapter, nor fought on the same battlefield with veterans - the things they know about war were stuffed into their heads by those untrustworthy mechanical magi. Before this battle, the closest thing they had fought against the enemy might just be armed servitors."

Desorian snorted. "Does a Grand Magus of the Adeptus Mechanicus know more about what an Astartes is, and how an Imperial Fist becomes an Imperial Fist, than the members of our Chapter? Is he so arrogant that he thinks his knowledge exceeds that of our Chapter Chaplains, Heroes, and other veterans? These young men need to be sharpened, but he sends them straight here, as if they were just cheap consumables that he mass-produced from a mold."

"That's hard to say." Sigismund's retina flashed through the various comments left by Perturabo and the mechanical priest on Belisarius Cawl. He replied casually, "Humility is a more valuable quality among the followers of Om Messiah than Alpha's honesty. The same is true for the virtue of respecting life."

The captain of the Fourth Company's thick gray eyebrows stretched for a moment, and he let out a short laugh. "Your words are as sharp as your sword, Volpes. Since Lord Pew and the senior captains have decided to accept the Primaris, I will also accept the decision and deploy them equally wherever they are needed. I will personally lead the centurions and other troops on the front line of defense. As for you, I still hope that you can..."

"My lord!" The communications officer on the bridge hurried towards them. "I'm sorry, but we just received a communication from Sister Rivinia of the Scarlet Teardrop. Also, the sensor array scanned more than one fleet trying to enter the edge of the system. The Sister said that the planetary defense battery is expected to buy us up to 16 hours, and she hopes that we can land as soon as possible to assist in the defense."

"Tell her we will. Those fleet identification signals?"

"Chaos Astartes Fleet."

Desorian grumbled. "I knew it wouldn't go this smoothly."

"Distance and direction? Can we scan their numbers and weapons? Does the Sisters know of their arrival?"

The communications officer nodded. "The traitor fleet made no effort to conceal itself. We scanned and found the recorded information. After comparison, we found that one of the two fleets belongs to the World Eaters, and the other belongs to the Emperor's Children. They have the advantage over us in numbers."

Desorian glanced at the defense plan that the Sister-in-Law had just sent over.

"It looks like we're going to have a tough battle to defend the city here, Volpes. These Chaos traitors are clearly coming for the beacon. But the purification and blessing rituals and other preparations required to move the beacon will take 20 hours."

"Fleet siege and ground defense?" Sigismund said slowly, "Then I happen to have many good suggestions..."

(End of this chapter)