Chapter 68 Iron Warriors
"You worry too much, Haco." Defes spoke calmly, holding his helmet in his arms and wiping it, "New transfer orders have been sent, and hundreds of battle brothers have been assigned Entering your camp. The original body did not blame us."
"Can you feel free of guilt if you don't blame?" Hako's nervous voice was muffled in the helmet and filtered into the air. , "Moreover, the War Blacksmith and Trident added by the Gene Father to the chain of command are all vacant seats. This does not mean that we have not satisfied the original body at all! Or maybe in his eyes, we are simply not as good as those who have served on this planet." The native warrior he fought. Also, your yellow paint was not sprayed well, and the straight stripes on the shoulder armor have the wrong curvature at the bottom, Defes!"
A man with yellow and black stripes on his chest! The power armor appeared with the clatter of iron blocks and rhythmic footsteps. "Two brothers, maybe we just haven't received enough military merit."
"Shut up." Haco said angrily, "You are the first person to talk to the father of genes. ”
"He was also the first person on the ship to hit the target thrown by the father of genes." Defes stopped wiping his helmet and glanced at his shoulder armor. Because his field of vision was blocked, he couldn't see the lower edge, so he had to quietly retreat. Half a step, hoping that the shadows cast by other Astartes armor would cover up possible paint problems on the pauldrons - or the fault of Haco's nitpicking.
Nador raised his hand to show that he understood, and silently re-entered the depths of the steel ocean where the battle brothers were standing in a row.
Hako continued: "In any case, we have confessed our sins to the original body. We hope that he will punish us."
"Punishment? Are you looking forward to it?" A stern voice came from Hako It came from above Ko, like a hammer hitting the hot, solid air, hitting Harco's heart hard. He felt hot all over and tried his best to control his desire to kneel down and repent.
Then a heavy and warm weight fell on Haco's head. The palm of the original body touched his helmet, which seemed to melt his whole body instantly, making him want to cry. He could not speak, fearing that his trembling voice might betray his primarch's touch.
The original body let go of Hako, and patted Defes's shoulder armor gently with his other hand. Another Fourth Legion soldier, who was stiff and had tears in his eyes, was immediately born.
This tall giant passed through the squares formed by the Fourth Army, like molten iron pouring into a mold. Wherever he went, everyone immediately stood still, unable to move.
The original body did not wear armor, but wore an iron-colored robe. When he stood step by step on the main stage of the grand theater he built with his own hands and turned towards his soldiers, the Fourth Legion saw a surprisingly young and majestic face.
His appearance is like a sharp rock that has not been born for a long time. His cold blue eyes have not been eroded by wind and rain. His robes and muscles together form a solid and indestructible line like a mountain. The armor in the audience and even the breeze are gentle. The floating dust is frightened by its severity and cannot act rashly. Anyone who meets Perturabo can doubt that he is the epitome of steel and strength.
If any Astartes dared to muster the courage to look directly at their genetic father, they would see the platinum laurel wreath adorning his black hair, the appropriate golden patterns on his robes, and the smooth and beautiful arrangement of fabrics. In the shadows, an extremely obvious sense of beauty is perceived. Even the most humble clothing became a true testament to the union of art and practicality on Perturabo.
Some ancient characters were engraved on the gold band on his hand, and after urgent collective study, the Fourth Legion knew that they were a recurring variant of one of the earliest human languages that had reached Olympia.
"My legion." Perturabo looked down at his legion, "My warriors made of steel. Today is my first official meeting with you. Starting from this moment, we will Fight for humanity together, gather under the banner of the Empire, and re-incorporate the entire galaxy into the territory of the Human Empire."
"Before coming here, I did not prepare any speeches. This is because I believe in you. No extra encouragement is needed. I believe that your will has been tempered for a long time and is as strong as steel. I also have no intention of making our first meeting lengthy and inefficient, forcing you to stand under the scorching sun and listen to the rhetoric of the superiors on the stage. . So I will keep my speech as short as possible."
"I will never question your loyalty to humanity. As for your ability, I will not care about your past glory. It is the present and the future that I have seen with my own eyes. I will name you Iron Warriors. This is what I expect from you and myself."
"Do you accept it?"< br>
As soon as the words fell, countless firm responses came out from tens of thousands of armors. Through the sound transmission structure that Perturabo had personally designed, they echoed in the open-air theater, shaking the steel and the numbers present. Deep in thousands of hearts.
"Very good." Perturabo's tone remained unchanged, "I have sent the Legion organization change document to you in advance through astrology, and I will reiterate it here today. The Iron Warriors will be reorganized into the Clan. From small to small, they are divided into large battalion, large group, heavy company, front company, centurion, independent team and other levels. Regular armor, artillery, engineers, communication teams, logistics support teams are allocated in proportion, and there is also a core of Tilantikos rulers. Is it acceptable as a separate heavy unit? "
"In the Iron Warriors, honor and shame will belong to this united whole. It's my honor, your mistakes are my mistakes. The temporarily suspended War Blacksmith and Trident will be evaluated based on ability rather than personal qualifications, and strength rather than personal honor. Designing and shaping regional battles, deciding the battlefield like a blacksmith crafting his work, he will be my war blacksmith."
"Yes!"
"Very well. My children," said the young Primarch. "From now on, Olympia will also be our common homeworld, just as I accepted Terra as my second I will introduce my family to you, and hope that you will respect each other as mortals."
A mortal woman who was much shorter than the original body came from the backstage of the theater, looking elegant. There is no difference in majesty due to body shape.
Califon took the loudspeaker and greeted the Space Marines, her words neither arrogant nor timid. She looked at these warriors as she looked at the people of Perturabo: "I am Califon, the current tyrant of Lokos. From today on, the technology recovered from orbit and related local construction factories will be our responsibility. The orbital shipyard The construction project has been started, and the Primarch's flagship is in the design stage. Soldiers, we will be your arsenal and eternal backup. "Yes!" respond.
"And I am a craftsman." A clear voice came from the black-robed man who appeared at an unknown time. No amplification equipment was needed. His voice blew into everyone's ears like a breeze. "Just get to know me. Normally you can treat me as if I don't exist."
"Yes!" Although they did not fully understand, the warriors followed the original body's will and gave the answer without hesitation.
This is not only about obeying orders, but also because the appearance of the man in black robe is too sudden: he does not hide his abnormality, and the steel warriors are not stupid people with weak observation skills.
This unknown black figure disappeared directly after introducing himself. Even his appearance was not revealed, but everyone firmly remembered this strange man. Presumably he will be the most discussed mysterious existence under the original body in recent days.
"Very good." Perturabo's tone became deeper and gradually acquired a formidable quality. "Next let's talk about punishment."
(End of this chapter)