From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 539 Sparta 117 "The guest takes over the host"

"PhD."

Dorn's eyes swept over Halsey and the more than a hundred tall "children" behind her with childish faces, then looked at the containers that were being transported to other areas by the transporter-type Terminators and Hunters, and continued:

"It's nice to see you again."

"Haha." Halsey showed a meaningful smile on his face, "Me too, I didn't expect you and your army to become more powerful.

Besides, I have to congratulate you." Her tone was sincere, without much teasing:
"It is said that after the Empire unifies the 17 universes (Star Wars), you will be married to the elf royal family member next to you. Congratulations."

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Hearing this, a barely perceptible pause flashed across Dorn's face.

There was also a hint of complex emotion in his eyes, as if he was thinking about the deeper meaning behind Halsey's words.

However, he did not respond immediately. Aoi seemed to be accustomed to such occasions. He took a step forward calmly, his voice calm and elegant:
"Aoi would like to thank the doctor for his blessing."

Her face was gentle, as if trying to ease Dorn's embarrassment.

Then, Aoi turned his gaze to the group of "children" whose average height was over two meters, with a hint of curiosity and expectation in his tone:

"Are they the Spartans that the doctor's team has been training for so long?"

Hearing Aoi's question, Halsey quickly shifted her attention away from Dorn's "marriage" and began to introduce the group of young people in front of her with an undisguised confident attitude.

"Yes, they are the first members of the Spartan Project!" Halsey showed his pride, "After years of rigorous training and genetic modification, they have acquired combat capabilities and adaptability far beyond that of ordinary people.

Whether it is physical fitness, reaction speed, or tactical literacy, they have reached a whole new level."

She paused, glanced at everyone present, and continued, “I believe that they will play an irreplaceable role in the next mission.

Therefore, I decided to take advantage of the Empire's current unification war and let these children participate in it.

This is not only to obtain valuable actual combat data and facilitate subsequent mass production plans, but also to enable them to adapt to the current pace of war more quickly.

Come, John."

Halsey said, turning and raising her hand, calling one of the Spartans to come forward.

As soon as the words fell, a boy with a crew cut came out and walked steadily to Halsey's side.

This Spartan named "John" was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his demeanor and eyes revealed a sophistication that was far from his age.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, as if they can see through everything, and his posture is like a sword drawn from its sheath, ready to fight at any time.

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The moment Dorn saw John, he couldn't help but admire him secretly in his heart.

Although he had heard rumors about the Spartan Project, seeing these transformed warriors in person still made him feel a little "shocked."

John's every move was full of power and precision, as if his body had become one with his fighting instincts.

The lines of his muscles are clear, and there is even a faint "metallic" luster under his skin, which is obviously the result of high-intensity transformation.

"I have to say, judging from their appearance and temperament, this group of Spartans has completely crushed the ordinary auxiliary troops."

Dawn commented silently in his mind.

The existence of Sparta seems to be a subversion of traditional "soldiers".

Whether it was the stern face or the confidence and majesty revealed in his every move, it made people feel oppressed involuntarily.

However, for Donne, John's existence obviously could not cause any substantial pressure on him.

As a battle-hardened Primarch, Dorn was accustomed to facing all kinds of powerful opponents. The young man in front of him, despite his extraordinary temperament, was still not enough to shake his heart.

John was also silent and stern, like an iceberg, and seemed to have no emotional fluctuations at all.

Even when meeting a Primarch at such a close distance, John did not show "excitement", "excitement", or "timidity" like the other Spartans, and his eyes remained calm.

This extraordinary calmness and composure made Donne's admiration for John even stronger.

He couldn't help but start thinking in his mind how to completely "incorporate" this Spartan force of a hundred people, especially John, into the Imperial Fist.

Dorn knew very well that if he could use such an elite force, it would become a sharp blade of the Imperial Fist, helping him to be invincible on future battlefields.

This made Dorn appreciate the other party even more, and he even began to think about how to completely "incorporate" this Spartan force of 100 people, especially John, into the Imperial Fist.

Halsey didn't seem to notice Dorn's "little thoughts" and her attention was still focused on John.

She raised her hand and patted John's right arm, her action showing a bit of pride and motherhood, as if she was showing off a carefully crafted work of art.

"John is the commander of this Spartan unit, codenamed 117, and is also my most outstanding 'work'. Don't underestimate them, especially John."

At this point, Halsey turned his gaze to Dorn, with a bit of pride in his expression: "I can assure you that as long as there is the most difficult task, just give it to them to carry out.

Of course, the premise is that it will not affect the rhythm and winning rate of the entire battle."

"it is good."

Dorn nodded slightly, obviously having no objection to Halsey's arrangement.

He paused for a moment, looking at the group of Spartans standing in awe, and then continued to ask: "How long will they have to accompany us, the Imperial Fists? How much actual combat data do you need to meet your needs?"

Halsey heard this and almost didn't think about it. He replied in a matter-of-fact tone: "Until the Unification War is over.

No matter what, please test their limits. I need to know what potential they can unleash in the most extreme environment."

Dawn nodded.

And he felt that Halsey's response seemed to be a hope to test the limits of Sparta through this battle, and also to explore a path for the future of mankind.

After all, the Spartan project also involves files on "permanently improving the physical fitness and mental resistance of all human beings."

Therefore, the Spartan Project is not only to train a group of super soldiers, but also to explore the limits of human beings under the blessing of genetic modification and technology.

Immediately, Dorn replied: "Understood, I will arrange for them to participate in the most difficult tasks to ensure that their abilities are fully tested."

After saying that, Dorn turned his gaze to the other side.

There, the last batch of containers transported through the gravity well were slowly landing, making a low metallic collision sound. "Also, I saw on the transport manifest that the equipment your research department provided us was a batch of Terminator armor?"

"That's right." Halsey's answer was simple and direct, but his tone lacked some of the enthusiasm for the Spartan warriors and seemed quite understated.

She sorted out the data board in her hand and explained: "This batch of Terminator armor is equipped with a short-distance instantaneous transmission device, and the longest transmission distance is 4 kilometers.

After many tests by D and other personnel, there is almost no error phenomenon, but -" Halsey paused and reminded: "My advice is that it is best not to take the risk of teleporting to areas with extremely complex terrain. After all, any technology has its limitations."

Short-distance instantaneous teleportation device?
The longest distance is 4 kilometers? ?

Upon hearing this key information, Dorn's eyes lit up.

This is a "tactical-level" weapon and equipment. If used properly, it can even reverse the situation of a battle in an instant.

But this seemed "ordinary" to Halsey.

And after Halsey finished speaking, she and several members of the research team turned and walked towards the elevator of the gravity well.

They were in a hurry, obviously they had more important matters to deal with.

As Halsey walked away, she turned her back to Dorn and added, "I'll leave these kids to you for now. I have to go back to Universe 08 (Halo) to continue my work."

Dorn watched Halsey and the others leave until their figures disappeared.

The maintenance garage returned to its original state, with only the low hum of machinery running and the occasional sound of metal colliding.

Looking at Halsey's gradually receding back, most of the Spartans revealed a trace of "confusion" on their faces that was difficult to conceal.

Their eyes followed Halsey's figure until she completely disappeared in the gravity well elevator, as if she had lost some important support.

These young warriors were taken away from their families at an early age and received the most rigorous training and transformation.

Although their parents occasionally visited during the holidays, Halsey played the role of their mother most of the time.

He is not only their mentor, but also their emotional support.

The Spartans were isolated from "normal" society all year round, and their entire lives were almost filled with training, fighting, testing and missions.

Their world was small and closed, with almost no contact with the outside world except each other and Halsey.

Therefore, when Halsey left, some of these young men, who were defined as super soldiers on paper, actually showed the fragility and insecurity of a group of immature children.

It was as if I was suddenly thrown into a strange and huge world, and I was at a loss.

Just as this depressed atmosphere was gradually spreading, John stood up.

His movements were decisive and his expression remained stern, not affected at all by Halsey's departure.

He took a step forward, raised his hand and saluted Dorn in a standard military salute, his voice steady and powerful:
"Sir, Spartan-117 reports to you."

John's voice was like a stream of clear water, instantly breaking the dull atmosphere in the maintenance shop.

The other Spartans came back to their senses, their eyes focused on John and Dorn, as if they had found a new direction.

"Um,"

Dawn nodded slightly, raised his hand in return, his eyes full of approval.

He then turned to Pietro beside him and ordered, "Bomir, Sparta will be in your charge for the time being. Go and arrange sleeping quarters for them first, and then lead them to familiarize themselves with the areas and procedures they need to go through during the war."

"Yes."

Pietro responded immediately, then turned to face all the Spartans, his eyes swept over every young face, his tone was gentle and majestic:
"Come all with me."

"Yes, sir."

The Spartans responded in unison, as if they had instantly regained their discipline and execution as super soldiers.

They quickly packed their backpacks and luggage, their movements neat and efficient, showing the habits they had developed through years of training.

Pietro walked in front, leading the group of young warriors towards the living area of ​​the Eternal Crusade. The sound of their footsteps echoed on the metal floor, forming a unique rhythm.

Their figures were elongated under the light of the corridor, appearing particularly tall and firm.

Then, Dorn and Aoi walked side by side, followed by several Templar Knights in black and gold armor.

The metal soles of the boots also made a crisp sound when they collided with the ground, echoing in the empty corridor, and Dorn's armor flashed a cold light under the light, and the Imperial Fist emblem on the shoulder armor was particularly eye-catching.

They walked towards the direction of the rail train, and the crew members and soldiers passing by stopped their work and saluted Dorn.

Dorn nodded slightly in response, but did not stop.

During this period, Dorn also used armor to give orders directly to the bridge, allowing the Eternal Crusade to return to the fleet formation and continue to cross the space gate to Yavin 4 in the Star Wars universe.

This time, he only brought his own direct troops, and the size of the personnel and ships was roughly equivalent to three companies of an ordinary legion.

Such a configuration is sufficient to deal with most emergencies without being too ostentatious.

As for the other companies, he left them in their respective areas and universes to continue their daily patrol and defense tasks.

Dorn knew very well that without receiving direct orders from his father, the Emperor, he had no intention of allowing the Imperial Fists to compete too much with other legions, especially the two newly created legions, the Word Bearers and the Night Lords, for any military merit or glory.

Although military merit and glory are of vital importance to the Legion and the Astartes warriors, Dorn is more focused on the overall strategic layout and the long-term interests of the Empire.

He didn't want to disrupt the balance between the legions because of a momentary desire to be competitive, nor did he want to cause unnecessary disputes.

Allowing the two newly-established legions to play a greater role might indirectly bring the Imperial Fists closer together.

Besides, Dorn didn't want to steal the show.

After all, the Thousand Sons were mainly responsible for this unification war, and they were also supported by the Iron Warriors led by the eccentric Perturabo.

So in Dorn's eyes, true glory does not come from competition with others, but from loyalty and dedication to the Empire and the Emperor.

After everyone entered the exclusive train and the cabin door closed, Dorn looked at the maglev track outside the window and fell into a brief silence.

"Don, do you want to keep those children?"

Suddenly, Aoi's question interrupted Dorn's contemplation, and he continued to suggest: "Anyway, there is a lot of room for maneuver in this expedition. I can also let my people guide them and cultivate some comradeship."

And while they were talking, the Eternal Yuanzheng had already crossed the space gate and rushed to the low-Earth orbit.
(End of this chapter)