Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

My name is A, and I am a new member of the glorious and great Dawnbreaker Legion. I currently belong to the 23rd Company of Captain Hector.

Today is the first day that I officially became a Dawnbreaker warrior. It has proved that the hard training for several years was worth it. I got my own power armor, explosive pistol and hardcover diary, as well as being a Legion member. Soldier's serial numbered breastplate.

By the way, the serial number that belongs to me is [23333].

I don't really like this number.

Ⅰ

Our company commander Hector is a very tall soldier. He may be three and a half meters tall or even taller. His face is also very serious, which makes people unconsciously intimidated.

However, he has a very good personality. He is very kind and patient with each of our new members, and will answer every question and confusion we have carefully, although it does feel strange when he rubs the head.

And when I asked why there was no honor mark on one shoulder of Captain Hecht, a kind of... nostalgia appeared on Captain Hecht's face?

"Because this is the best honor."

Hmm...what a strange answer.

Ⅱ

The living environment on the ship was much better than I expected. We first had dinner in the collective mess hall: roast beef and pork strips, gravy with fried potatoes, and lemon cake rolls. All the food was delicious.

But after a while, there was a new requirement that was very strange, that is, every piece of food must be eaten thoroughly.

Yes, even the gravy needs to be licked clean.

The canteen was filled with all kinds of "sucking, sucking, sucking" sounds, which was really impressive.

But other than that, there was nothing strange about it. After dinner, we had about five Terran standard hours of free time for activities and hobbies. Captain Hector took the opportunity to take us to visit various art monasteries, each of which Each type corresponds to a daily hobby or cultivation.

Among them, the [Order of Explorers] is said to be the most popular one, but the [Order of Scroll Painters] is not small in scale. Captain Hector himself is a senior member of the [Order of Sculpters]. He also proudly showed us the finished product: a statue of our genetic mother, it is said.

But I felt that it was more like a sworn enemy I encountered during my training as a new blood: Of course, I didn’t say this stupid conclusion.

Following the trend, I finally joined the [Order of Explorers] and was told that the next [Outing] and [Group Exchange] dates were initially scheduled for fifteen Terran Standard Days. Do you want to participate? It's all voluntary.

However, an unusually large number of combat brothers signed up for this operation. According to them, the famous Sergeant Trazin will personally lead the team, and he will also host the subsequent [Museum Exhibition] and [Collection Enthusiasts Exchange Meeting].

They all sound good: I don’t quite remember my hobbies when I was a mortal, but now, I quite like collecting.

However, why are they discussing how many Terminator suits they need to invest in this [outing]?

Ⅲ

An ardent battle brother told the answer to this question.

It turns out that the terminator is used to keep local residents friendly and calm: those residents often sleep for a long time and will be very angry when they are accidentally woken up. We need to persuade them to go back to sleep.

It is said that Sergeant Trazin was the first to come up with this idea.

He truly deserves to be an experienced senior.

Ⅳ

I spent a pleasant time with the battle-brothers of the order, but it was interrupted by the sound of the evening recess bell: in accordance with the requirements drawn up by the Lord Primarch himself, unless there are special circumstances, each legionnaire will receive at least six rest time in Terra Standard Time.

I think this rest time is actually a bit too much, but there is nothing wrong with it, especially our lounge is pretty good: because of the number of legions, each soldier can get a private lounge, about fifteen to two Ten square meters, facilities are also very complete.

Each of us is responsible for cleaning our own room regularly. Secondary decoration is allowed, but must be applied for in advance. At the same time, setting up a private hobby area in the room is also allowed and even encouraged. Captain Hecht also helped me set it up. My collection shelf.

It is said that our Primarch advocated developing personal hobbies during rest time, and one of her words is engraved on the door of every private lounge.

[You are my heirs and warriors of the emperor, but in addition, you are also human beings with freedom of thought, dignity, life and joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, rather than a piece of machinery that can be ignored at will. 】

[Remember this, and respect your own lives and thoughts, just as you were taught to respect me. 】

Before taking a formal break, I looked at this sentence for a long time and thought about it for a long time.

Ⅴ

I don't know what kind of Primarch the battle brothers of other legions have, but it is said that they all have fathers, but only our Primarch is the genetic mother.

But I think...

Even if she is a Gene Mother, if she can say such words, then she must not be too bad compared to other primarchs.

Ⅵ

The next morning, when Captain Hecht and I were having breakfast together, sharing corned beef floss and coffee with milk, I asked him a cautious question.

"What kind of person is our genetic mother?"

This question seemed to make him stunned, but he quickly showed a smile and gave a firm answer.

"If you just ask me for my personal opinion, then I can tell you: she is one of the greatest people in the galaxy, and I am willing to do anything for any word she says, no matter how small it is. Dangerous and ridiculous.”

"That's my opinion, and it will never waver."

He took a bite of corned beef floss and then added.

"But if you ask what the Primarch should look like in your mind, then I can only tell you: No one is qualified to decide this matter for you. You must observe with your own eyes and feel with your heart. .”

"...But, I am just a new blood of the legion, company commander, and I can't see the original body."

"yes."

He nodded.

"So, before shaping the Primarch in your heart, first try to become a person who can stand behind her. When you can catch up with her footsteps, you will naturally have the strength and foundation to go Determine how the Primarch appears in your mind."

I nodded and then let out a stupid sigh.

"That doesn't sound easy."

Captain Hector laughed.

"It doesn't matter, trust me, you can meet the Primarch once no matter what."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. After all, the original body will carefully watch and remember the appearance and name of every sacrificed warrior. Sooner or later, your photo will be walked around in front of her."

"So, remember to look handsome in your ID photo. Although you are already quite handsome, you probably have sixty-seven points of charm like that guy from Diarmuid."

"..."

Captain Hecht is a real comforter.

Ⅶ

After breakfast, Captain Hecht took us to visit various places on the battleship, the first of which was of course the large arena in the center of the battleship.

Although it was very early, the arena was already very lively. We also happened to meet a soldier from the Thousand Sons Legion who had just finished stretching his muscles. The muscles on his arms were really enviable.

Captain Hector was familiar with him and called him [Ahriman], and I soon found this name in the arena: he actually had a statue of his own, and he was ranked in the arena's fighting skill rankings. Here, he is also one of the top ten big names.

Of course, Lord Ahriman is still far away from Lord Bayar, who ranks first. Bayar's legendary achievements even occupy a separate wall. Captain Hector is very familiar with the above deeds.

but……

"Company Commander, what does this [bloodthirsty demon] mean?"

"Ah... I actually don't know. It is said to be a summoned object that Bayar encountered in a certain alien extermination battle. That guy also invited him to join some kind of brass arena."

"And he said no?"

"Not really. Lord Bayar killed it so smoothly at that time. He didn't even have time to hear what the summoned creature said, so he chopped off its head with a knife. This name was recorded by other battle brothers at that time. "

"That's it..."

"So, this so-called [Crazy Demon] is quite good."

"Who says it wasn't? Anyway, that thing never appeared in front of Bayar again."

Ⅷ

On the third day of my official reporting, Captain Hecht told me that an internal daily discussion meeting of the company was about to begin: all company soldiers would participate.

To be honest, I was nervous about this news for a whole day, and even imagined a future in which I made a mistake in introducing myself in front of the entire company in a serious palace.

But the actual situation...

There are hundreds of millions of differences from what I thought.

The location of the meeting was not a grand palace or a dark chamber as I imagined, but a lush jungle world with a large number of fat beasts that might be dangerous to mortals, and a very cool and pleasant night climate.

Our entire company landed on it, along with some mortal helpers and guests, and we all spent the day hunting and gathering berries. When night fell, we all sat around a huge bonfire, surrounded by It was illuminated by various lights as if it were daytime.

Even the mortal assistants were solemnly invited to take a seat, and they received a second round of toasts after the guests to thank them for their long-term hard work and selfless dedication.

The meeting started.

Captain Hecht used some witty words to talk about the company's recent battle history and honors. Everyone laughed happily because of this. The name of the Mother of Genes received the most praise, and then there was the Legion. The name is associated with the prosperity of Avalon.

I never thought that the addition of a dozen of us new blood would become the most sacred and important part of this meeting. When I was called to the platform and introduced my name to the hundreds of Terra veterans present, I The performance was even better than I expected.

However, I was still a little nervous, but fortunately, Mr. Kailong quickly shared with me the fig-filled shortbread and peach cobbler that he made by himself: unimaginably delicious.

After that, large pieces of barbecue, fried potatoes and various salads were distributed to the hands of every partygoer. Countless people I knew or didn't know stood up and shared the new story they had just received with everyone. Introducing myself to us new blood: The laughter never stopped, and I also remembered many names without realizing it.

Ⅸ

When the meeting, or rather the party, went into the latter half of the night, the microphone was passed to the hands of the guests. Most of them were mortal officers who would fight alongside us next. Although they were a little jerky, they all happily shared their stories. story.

I noticed that many battle brothers pricked their ears, listened to these stories, and quickly recorded them down. Most of them were members of the [Scroll Painter Order].

Finally, the microphone came into the hands of the Catachan officers, and I have to interject here that these Catachans were probably the most relaxed of all the guests. During the long hunting process during the day, the guests They all showed some signs of fatigue, but these Catachans...

It is obviously a relatively dangerous jungle for mortals, but they acted as if they were really relaxed after traveling. I walked with several Catachans during the day and found that they were actually faster than me in the jungle. ! They actually caught more prey than me!

Especially when I fell into a passive position due to a large branch of poisonous vines that could move and breathe, a Catachan officer appeared out of nowhere and took down the ten-meter-high tree with three strokes, five divisions and two divisions. Man-eating plants helped me get out of danger.

He smiled at me, and although he didn't say anything, I could read the expression.

"For a newbie, your mistake is nothing to be ashamed of."

…

Is this reasonable?

Of course, apart from these things, the stories of the Catachan people are still very beautiful. The simple language in their mouths has a breathtaking appeal, especially the descriptions and memories of their home planet.

Although it's a bit... exaggerated?

Anyway, I don’t believe that if a person falls asleep with a stone on his pillow, half of his butt will be bitten off by the stone when he wakes up the next day. The [Catachan Demon], which is as huge as a train and can prey on armored troops, sounds like the same thing. Its name is the same, but it is more like some kind of demonized ancient mythology.

But the writing is pretty good.

But the expressions of the old-timers were serious at this time, as if they thought it was true: confusing.

And when the Catachans present finished telling their stories, all eyes fell on a gentle officer. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, relatively thin and thin, but he had a high military rank.

This mortal general named [Erwin] did not block our enthusiasm and began to tell his most exciting story.

All in all, it's probably...

During the defense battle in his hometown of Graston, how did he lead thousands of stragglers and armed militiamen, relying on a few barely activated tanks, to repel more than a thousand soldiers from three companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion? They took turns to attack and even launched a counterattack.

…

There was a certain quietness in the atmosphere.

…

But the story itself is indeed very exciting.

Ⅹ

The day after the bonfire party, I saw the stories of those guests carefully engraved on the corridor of the battleship, including the story of General Erwin, whose story was even engraved on the most conspicuous The place.

In addition, there are many stories and travel notes on the corridor, recording every detail of the company since its establishment. I think these stories can even make me feel the history and pride of the company better than a statue.

I even have a desire: I hope to be able to join the battle soon, I hope I can have my own story, and then carve it here to tell everyone where I have been, what I have seen, and what I have experienced. What, what did.

Mr. Kailong said that this is called inheritance: success and failure are recognized together, pride and pain are remembered together. This can tell ourselves and those who come after us what is worth pursuing and what we should not forget.

I like this title.

ⅩⅠ

Something worth passing on and recording soon arrived: a large-scale collective activity by the [Explorer Order], in which hundreds of warriors from twenty companies joined.

I even saw Ahriman: he looked incredibly skilled and... enjoying himself?

What's more, before the event officially started, I saw Ahriman laying out his painting tools and immersing himself in it.

Under the leadership of Sergeant Trazin, we easily blasted open the outer gate of this ancient ruins. Captain Hector and I rushed to the front, but Sergeant Trazin even rushed faster than us. Even faster.

There were some strange metal robots in the ruins, glowing with a permeating green light, but there were not many of them, and the battle brothers seemed to be handy. We quickly cleared these guards and began to move everything worth searching. thing.

During this period, I accidentally got separated from Captain Hecht. I went deep into a long narrow corridor alone, walking along the terrible signs of destruction. I could even hear vague curses and moving sounds. But when I rushed over in response, I found a huge palace that was generally magnificent, but empty inside.

Sergeant Trazin was inside. He regretfully told me that this room had lost all its furnishings due to an unknown explosion a long time ago. However, in order to appease my efforts, he gave it to me. A small gift: it was a long and narrow metal skull with a few traces of faint green, and a golden crown on its head.

"What's this?"

I asked him and he just waved his hand casually and walked out.

"Just an arrogant fool. He should have died a long time ago."

I didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence, but I still collected my first and only gain from this [outing].

ⅩⅡ

[Museum Exhibition] and [Collection Enthusiast Exchange Meeting] were held on the battleship [Wonderland]. The name of this battleship also comes from the mother of our genes.

As an aside, although I don’t know much about our original body yet, one thing can be confirmed: her naming ability may not be very good.

For example, the Glory Queen-class battleship belonging to our Dawnbreaker Legion is named [Dawn Goddess]. Although this name was theoretically recommended by everyone, there is actually a trick: among all the flagship candidate names, Only this name came from the mouth of our genetic mother.

How to say this name...maybe it doesn't quite reflect the imperial truth.

Of course, no one will bring it up. After a few days of words and deeds, we new blood have learned one thing: our Primarch is not a perfect person, and we cannot demand her like a statue of a god.

We ourselves can do more, and we rightly need to do more.

ⅩⅢ

[Museum Exhibition] As the name suggests, it is an exhibition. It can also be seen as a show-off atmosphere attached to some kind of collecting addiction. Every exhibit in this exhibition will be marked with a very precise origin and method of acquisition. Most of them are through [Outing] 】And exchange gifts with guests.

There are various types of exhibits, which can be a cultural relic, a weapon, an alien specimen or even a story. There is a special legion history exhibition area in the exhibition, which can let us know about the past events that happened on Holy Terra. Some educational areas are also placed in corners, the most famous of which is the exclusive reception desk of the Psychic Force. They distribute free basic psionic training manuals written by the Gene Mother. I also received a copy and planned to go back and read it.

Every warrior who receives the manual will be invited to visit an academic conference within the psychic force. They also provide testing for the psychic potential of new blood warriors. Those new blood who are detected are often recommended to join. Psychic troops, if they really don't want to, will not force it, but they must also read the psionic manual familiarly to learn to suppress their own power, and undergo regular special testing by the psionic troops.

I have certain psychic potential, but after talking with some seniors in the company, I did not join the so-called psychic force.

I heard that the so-called psychic manuals are only popular science level books. Those real psychic warriors need to study more than a dozen required courses at the same time and choose an equal number of elective courses according to their type.

In addition, it is said that they have to take exams every Terra standard month. Those who fail to meet the standards will be placed in a virtual dreamland and study and take exams repeatedly until they meet the standards.

…

Titanium is scary.

ⅩⅣ

Speaking of titanium.

The [Titita Cans] distributed in the [Hyakumi Shukai] exhibition area of ​​the museum are really a rare delicacy. However, this blue-skinned alien species is said to have reached an endangered species in the wild, and it has to rely on large-scale Only artificial breeding can maintain the population.

But at the same time, this behavior of breeding aliens has also encountered a certain amount of opposition: However, no one will deny that [TiTiLe Can] itself is delicious and rich in nutrients.

Unfortunately, each Astartes warrior can only receive two cans, and mortals can receive one can. Although I have looked for those mortal visitors, hoping to exchange them for their cans, but although these mortals respect me extremely, they also I was rejected with great respect.

Well, forget it.

I have been told to maintain respect for mortals in daily life: although I am not sure if other legions will do this, I still like the atmosphere of our legion. Many Dawnbreakers have their own I am encouraged to do the same with mortal friends, even close friends.

It is said that in other legions, these mortals who serve the legion will be called "servants" or "slaves", but in the Dawnbreaker legion, they are unanimously called "mortal assistants of the legion" and have extremely high assessments. Standard versus actual treatment.

It is said that the salary of an assistant is enough to allow more than a dozen of his relatives to enjoy the upper-middle-class life and treatment in the hive city, and among these assistants and their descendants, if there are people with extraordinary talents, They will be quickly dug out and serve as the core backbone of the legion in other fields. Their descendants will also be more likely to join the Zhongsi Academy and even be called new battle brothers.

From this perspective, there is actually nothing wrong with respecting them.

ⅩⅤ

An exchange meeting for collectors will be held after the museum exhibition, in the same hall.

As the literal meaning says, this is indeed an exchange event within the [Explorer Order]. Various stories and experiences in the past [outings] are summarized and told, and anyone can listen carefully.

Of course, Sergeant Trazin is still the focus of everyone. Although he rarely shows his true face, no one doubts that he must be a veteran with outstanding achievements: after all, his story is so vivid, true and reliable, and There are so many that one even wonders if he has been serving for a thousand years.

While telling, discussing and listening to various stories, many soldiers would also exchange their collections: Captain Cortez used an alien pistol that also glowed green to take the metal skull from my hand. , he said that he was recently putting together a full-body skeleton specimen of the alien, all that was missing was such a gorgeous skull.

Captain Hecht helped me check it as a veteran. In the end, I successfully obtained my first [Personal Weapon] and the instructions for use written by Captain Cortez.

In the distance, Sergeant Trazin continued to talk, proudly showing off the various collections in his room.

I saw Ahriman among them.

ⅩⅥ

When I left the exchange meeting, I saw several think tanks who looked like they were mourning their concubines.

Captain Hector told me that it was because the [Virtual Reality Assessment] of the psionic troops every four Terran standard months was about to begin, and the Primarch would personally set the questions and observe them.

"Aren't they ready?"

Faced with my innocent question, Captain Hecht just smiled contemptuously.

"Don't be fooled."

"Look at these people, they are all complaining to each other now that they will fail the exam, they will be embarrassed in front of the mother of genes, and they will be thankful if they get a passing grade."

"When the results come out...hum!"

"Even if you are only three points away from the perfect score, you will not be ranked in the top 100."

"Those who can hang out in the think tank troops are a group of real book masters. They not only learn to learn, but also do more in battle, because they believe that this is worthy of their noble status as [direct descendants of the original body]."

"Although no one has ever acknowledged this self-proclaimed direct lineage status."

ⅩⅦ

Something happened.

Sergeant Trazin... was stolen.

He is currently posting missing object notices all over the fleet, and has been taken away by the inspection department for damaging the environment of the warship.

The entire battleship is now discussing with great interest who the murderer is, but no one really cares about this issue.

After all, the comfortable days are about to end, and we are about to face a combat mission.

The Great Crusade continues.

ⅩⅧ

It’s finally here, my first actual combat mission: the entire 23rd Company will be dispatched to recapture a galaxy called [Sirmel].

There is no unified country on the target planet, but a series of city-states, a combination of rural farmhouses and barbarian tribes. Although they are large in number, the recovery operation is relatively smooth. Captain Hector brought us new The blood belt around me details one of the tactics that the Legion currently relies on the most: the large-scale use of drones, as well as practical and reliable three-dimensional operations and saturation firepower strikes.

The local residents welcomed us warmly and had no further objections to joining the Human Empire, and they selflessly shared with us the secrets of their well-organized community.

Although none of us can understand why these seemingly primitive and simple villagers are so proficient in nuclear fusion and free trade, and even retain complete blueprints.

Of course, these things are nothing compared to the ancient frigates in inland lakes in this world, various rocket launch pads made of wood, and the giant robot STC captured when we wiped out the barbarian tribes.

The Milky Way is truly magical.

As per the old rules, we secretly copied all the captured STC templates. After confirming that the Legion had collected them, we then handed these templates to our Reza allies in a big way and in accordance with the contract.

Judging from the excited red and smoking plasma all over the Reza Casting Sage, as well as the constant falling off of parts, they were very satisfied with the fulfillment of this contract. The plenipotentiary immediately promised an astronomical sum. supplies and use their own reputation as a guarantee for this transaction.

Of course, it is said that many of the raw materials required for that template are technologies that are difficult to understand and reproduce today: all this is a story for another day.

When we finally raised the double-headed eagle flag of the Human Empire and the eternal sun-circling flag symbolizing the Second Legion, we carefully selected a group of mortal helpers to serve as the administrators of this place and the Empire. Afterwards, we left this world and returned to the cold void.

The last thing I saw were a few children who had climbed to the top of the mountain early. They might be the lucky ones selected for the next batch of Astartes, and in their fleeting eyes, I also I saw the lingering original longing for the distant stars.

Hopefully their desires will come true.

I hope ours can also be realized.

ⅩⅨ

When the 23rd Company returned to the main fleet of the legion, each of us could feel the chilling atmosphere coming towards us.

All daily activities were forcibly removed and we were no longer explorers, collectors or friends to mortals, we were restored to our true identities: warriors of the Astartes.

With the Dawn Goddess as the core, I witnessed the assembly of twenty-four companies with all their strength, including most of the Guards companies and main companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion, totaling about 12,000 people. If you add in the accompanying auxiliary troops and world-making allies, the number will easily exceed one million.

Osiris.

We are going to Osiris.

We are going on an expedition to Osiris.

Unknowingly, such words became a murmur among the fleets. Countless documents and intelligence were distributed solemnly. Battle brothers from the Think Tank Force and the Ultramarines Legion came to each ship that was about to participate with serious faces. On the expedition battleship, a meeting was held that everyone must listen to, describing the various abilities and atrocities of the Osiris psychic species, as well as the past disputes between the human empire and them.

Just when Captain Hector was summoned to the Dawn Goddess for a company commander meeting and tactical discussion, we were also ordered to conduct a virtual reality drill using this technology. This technology is said to have been adopted by the Mother of Genes from Ultramar. What was brought back, after continuous research in Reza World, can now be popularized in the legion.

All the battles were narrated, all the problems were pointed out, and for the first time in the two months since I officially joined the legion, I had the feeling that I was about to face a real war.

This is a...

Uncontrollable excitement.

War, it is finally coming.

ⅩⅩ

Today's dinner was subpar.

It is said that something happened during the time we left. Our genetic mother went to the distant Nostramo sector. When she came back, she seemed to have brought something back, which was kept in captivity. On top of the legion's flagship.

But that should have nothing to do with me, after all, I'm not on the flagship.

However, I also heard that the mortal supervisor in charge of the logistics work of the Glory Queen-class battleship seemed to have had an accident. Considering the importance of the flagship in the entire logistics system, such an accident even affected other battleships.

For example, in tonight's buttered raisin bread, there was neither cream nor raisins...

Don't let me know who killed the logistics director.

Speaking of this, it is said that Sergeant Trazin is still trying to find out the truth about the theft that happened to him. The only clue so far is that the murderer left a beautiful painting at the scene of the crime. Can it also be understood as compensation?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

ⅩⅩⅠ

Before the grand fleet officially set sail, Captain Hecht came back from the flagship. He also brought us some souvenirs. To be more specific, it was a box of... fungal spores?

He said that he got it during a major cleaning of the ground floor of the flagship. Although I am not sure why he needed to participate in the cleaning, looking at the group of tender green fungi, after hesitating for a moment, everyone still rejected us. The kindness of the company commander.

Although the company commander repeatedly told them about their safety: he said that when he found the tenacious creatures in these corners, he clearly saw that several of them had been happily bitten, and there were no dead people around.

However, this piece of evidence obviously still cannot convince us.

Oh, not everyone. Technical Sergeant Ajax happily took away most of the mushrooms. A few hours later, the rich smell of wonderful mushroom soup came from his room, which was quite fragrant.

When I smelled this smell, I was playing with the alien pistol I obtained through the transaction in my room. Its power was indeed amazing, but its operation was also much more difficult than I thought.

Fortunately, while I temporarily broke it, I also learned how to operate the weapon: now, my next goal is to find someone to repair it...

For now, Technical Sergeant Ajax-senpai should be a good candidate.

So, the next day, I knocked on his door. Although I didn't see the repair process, the efficiency and results were extremely gratifying.

However, when I asked him how he did it out of curiosity, he did think about it seriously and then gave a vague answer.

"I wonder if it can be cured by practicing this way."

…

It seems that the bowl of fungus soup does have some side effects.

ⅩⅩⅡ

As the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet gathered its huge strength, and quickly left the Aegis star area where it was temporarily parked, marching towards the more distant southern part of the Milky Way, our daily lives became a little boring, and we followed the rules. Drills and training began to take up most of the time. Perhaps, this was the normal state during the Great Expedition.

It is said that our fleet will soon pass through Avalon, which is the hometown of our genetic mother and my hometown. Although some past experiences have been blurred, they still have a stubborn foundation in my mind.

Sometimes, I recall my past during meditation, recalling my biological father who was always smiling, and my mortal biological mother who was extremely lively and bold.

It is said that the biological father was a happy and free knight errant until he was in a fierce battle, won the competition used by his biological mother to recruit a husband, and then planned to escape.

So he was hit by an arrow in the knee.

Yes, my biological mother is a very good archer, although my memory of her is just that. The appearance of her and my father gradually blurred in my mind, replaced by legions and battle brothers, the emperor. The Emperor and the Primarch.

Every time at this time, I would laugh at myself rather jokingly.

Am I like my biological father who took an arrow in the knee?

But he was to his biological mother, and I was to the Legion.

But just like when his biological father mentioned this matter, his face seemed to be just one of distant emotion and satisfaction.

Me, too.