Chapter 108: Cooperation Exercise Mobilization Meeting
“Tell me some more stories about Olympia, brother.” Kaidomo said, “It’s so different from Terra.”
“I’m right The Primarch is not familiar with it," the new warrior replied, sitting on the steps next to Kaidomo and crossing his legs. His Gothic accent is not light, maybe it will improve in the future. Neither had yet been transformed by the Astartes, which would be done after an interview with the Primarch.
"His fame spread far and wide from a country called Lokos in Olympia itself, and my birthplace was not there. I can't tell you what you really want to hear."
"Then tell me what mountains and streams are," the Terrans spelled out these words like a child who had just learned to speak imitating others. "I have heard of these terms, but Atmore did not give them My chance to witness them.”
"His heart has already flown to the homeland of our future genetic father." Another recruit next to him said. "That's what Kaidomo is."
"Frix," Kaidomo said, "I have a new name. Does it sound like Olympia?"
Olympia The descendant warrior decided to tell the truth, "I don't know."
Fricus hid his regrets and entanglements and listened to the warrior who was also a recruit telling him about Olympia.
"The mountain is..." He got stuck. It is far more difficult to describe some common things than to describe strange and rare items, because their basic understanding of the world is completely different. If you are not careful, it will happen. It is easy to describe a situation like "the sun is red and round" to a blind person.
"A landform surrounded by flat land, with bulges of earth and rocks causing height differences." As the first batch of Iron Warriors entered the scene, several recruits sat down in front of them and followed the original body as they advanced from the real universe to Thailand. La veteran. One of them turned around and introduced the Olympian enthusiastically, although there was a suspicion of showing off. "And streams are clear water that flows naturally, passing over stones and grass."
"When we arrived in Olympia, we saw that the country of the father of genes is located in the mountains, because of the lush green vegetation , the surface of the entire mountain will turn green, and the reflective color on the eyepiece will be more calm. The father of genes invites all of us to his city-state, and I think you will also have a chance." The warrior said, "I am very happy. Meet you, brothers of the future. I am Eric Anderson."
"He is very honorable," said another Astartes whose battles were marked by scratches on his armor. , "He was the first person whose image was carved by the original body himself."
Although I didn't understand why Anderson's expression suddenly changed as if he had been punched, and he squatted on the roadside for five minutes to recover. Still numb, the newcomers around him expressed their praise for Anderson with envious eyes.
"I am Kaidomo Frix," the Terran said. "Praise to the father of genes."
The Olympians followed him and spoke: "I am Barabas Dantioch."
On the other side of the square, a group of warriors who were completely different from them entered through the gate. Their faces were young, their helmets were held in their hands, and their battle armor had just been painted with brand new red paint. The golden paint painted a circle with radiating curves up and down, left and right, imitating the brilliance of the sun.
"Sun of Thousand Dusts." Someone whispered the name of their new legion.
After both legions arrived, with the blood-like inspiration, all the Astartes looked at the front desk in unison.
Soon, an aircraft fell from the sky, and two tall primarchs walked out of the hatches on both sides, each wearing a brand new suit of armor. The shorter one among them wore a nearly full-coverage armor in three colors: yellow, black, and silver. The other's exposed golden armor had red skin like remelted copper on his arms.
"Today, I saw many new faces among you." The Lord of Iron spoke first, his steady voice brushing the heaviest iron string in each heir's heart, bringing out a wave of aftertaste. A long, low chime. "Before the transformation, I allow you to participate in the Legion's cooperative training program. I hope you can understand the Astartes. Even if you have not undergone surgery, I already regard you as warriors."
"And then Come down, my soldiers will conduct joint training with the Iron Warriors." The red giant's voice was softer, and his emerald green eyes looked at his children intently, "My brothers' troops have combat experience, and mine. Heirs, you have talents that have yet to be developed."
"In addition to each other, you may encounter another dangerous person on the battlefield. Try your best to complete the mission goal under his sudden interference. The successful team will receive. My attention."
"I'll be watching you, too," Magnus said. "Don't be afraid of getting hurt, I will heal you."
"In the next month, I will draw up a group list and conduct ten groups of compound environment combat training every week. While deepening the spirit of cooperation among the legions, I hope that each of my battalion commanders will write a battle report after the battle. Review the game and be sure to clarify the reasons for victory or defeat."
"Fighters of Thousand Dust Sun, you have not yet participated in the battle, so I can only be stricter with you after each battle. Among the ten societies, you can submit ten qualified battle report documents after internal evaluation. I will help you set up a tactical discussion group and establish an internal journal. I will select a number of outstanding documents and publish them in the weekly for reference by the army. "
“Do you understand the order?”
“My descendants, do you have any questions?”
The Astartes praised each other, and Danti Orc found that Frix's eyes had been glued to their future genetic father - Perturabo, whose name he had long heard in Olympia. An all-rounder in military, technology, people's livelihood, and art, under his rule, Lokos was described by the Olympian countries as a fantasy paradise favored by the gods.
Dantioch was skeptical of the praise until he saw with his own eyes the fortresses and fortresses built by Lokos. Since then, although he has not spoken outright to anyone, he has been looking forward to the future genetic father.
He raised his head, using the steps prepared for the unmodified, to look past the tall bodies of the Astartes and directly at the two Primarchs on the stage. When Perturabo's eyes as calm as cold iron swept over each heir, Dantioch had the illusion that he was being watched. He couldn't help but swallowed under the pressure of the original body, and looked directly at Perturabo. Turabo.
Then, a smile flashed across the Primarch's face, not a sneer or a false smile, but a heartfelt and highly contagious emotion. This fleeting look hooked the heart of every Iron Warrior, causing their two hearts to beat powerfully within the package of steel and flesh.
Though Perturabo said nothing, his descendants knew that the Primarch would be satisfied when he saw them. This is the glory of every Iron Warrior.
He was going to be one of them. Dantioch thought. His surgery will be successful. He's going to be an Iron Warrior.
For the Primarch of this Legion would be proud of his sons.
(End of this chapter)