Chapter 175 About Construction
Just as the Iron Warriors have done countless constructions, they accepted the task of building a medical center in Nuceria and completed it equally quickly and brilliantly.
At Perturabo's specific request, the template for the hospital was actually set to be the large sanatoriums often preferred by the imperial governors of various planets - if they could really find it in the lifespans that were continuously extended through surgery. The day when I can retire normally.
Except for the temptation to build a palace for the Primarch, the Iron Warriors rarely undertake such large-scale projects that have practical purposes but are often neither urgent nor necessary.
Therefore, in response to the actual situation of Nuceria, the architects of the Iron Warriors held many intensive temporary discussions. The location was not limited to the Iron-Blooded, but distributed on various ships. Gora Bazaar.
This is also the first time that the newly built internal communication hall of the Legion inside each Iron Warrior ship, nicknamed the "bazaar", has been put into use.
The origin of the Agora Market is actually a subsidiary derivative of the Masons' Club formed by the warriors. This is a proper noun with Olympian characteristics and an extended meaning in its later development. The first proposer was actually the late Terran war blacksmith Defes.
At that time, it was founded on the day when the Legion was rebuilt a few years ago. In order to avoid being named in the Legion log in an inappropriate way in the Iron Warriors Memorial Hall, the soldiers took the initiative to create a sand table simulation for the exchange of sculpture techniques and offensive and defensive theories. The Stonemasons Club that was born in 1964 - whether the club actually fulfilled its original function is still open to question - has gradually evolved over time into a council of wise men with strict selection of personnel and many tests for membership. Many people believe that it is necessary to establish a A brand new discussion forum for all battle brothers to participate in, giving more brothers the opportunity to speak publicly.
This view once became the core of the topic within the Legion after Perturabo once proposed that "let people speak with their own voices".
It was also at that time that Defes proposed a brand-new discussion platform based on the culture of the Primarch's home planet, which was modeled on the public space in the center of the old city-state in Olympia to serve as a platform for people in the expeditionary fleet. A single ship is used as the basic unit to build a block that collectively participates in military consultations or conducts discussions on Perturabo's orders. He didn't have time to implement his idea himself.
Interestingly, the legionnaire who actually implemented the war blacksmith's idea was actually a centurion whose reputation at the time was somewhat insufficient to support the grandeur of his decision.
"Barabas Dantioch," said Caidomo Frix, still stern but not harsh, "do you remember him, Azak? He was the same as A recruit from my batch, although I was born in Terra, he was lucky enough to grow up in Olympia. He first established the first Agora market in the army in his cruiser. He set the trend for the entire fleet. ”
In their spare time, psykers wearing pale parchment-like robes and steel warriors in simple robes walked side by side in the newly built hospital. The moonlight formed a brilliance like a shallow pool of water, flowing on the cobblestone road, and even the outlines of the Space Marines were softened. Together with the luster of the vegetation in the forest, it embellished this peaceful healing place.
This hospital is a miracle of multiple combinations of technology and nature, practicality and beauty. A batch of the empire's most advanced medical equipment for mortals and a transplanted, pleasant and secluded mountain forest that is rare in the entire galaxy appeared in the red sand at the same time. For Frix, this scenery is quite different from him. It is somewhat similar to the deep valley of Olympia that I imagined in my mind.
Azhak Ahriman could tell that Frix was waiting for him to ask for more details. Only when the topic of Olympia comes up, and the Iron Warrior is in high spirits, will he abandon his straightforward efficiency and play these little tricks. This makes Frix more human.
"I have heard about him." The scholar nodded, "He is praised as a keen and fierce warrior."
The two saw a wooden bridge spanning a man-made stream, and Frix squatted He came down to check the quality of the planks, then got up and continued as he walked: "He occasionally has some humor. On the Attalus, when he announced that he was going to build a market, he also specifically mentioned that it was a pity that he couldn't think of a suitable trade currency. "
Ahriman thought and said: "The Galaxy is still divided, and a unified currency...should be somewhat difficult to implement?"
"So in Defes's initiative, Ah Rather than extending to the semantics of 'shopping,' Golla is actually more suitable to extend to the meaning of 'I speak publicly,'" Fricks said. "It's just a public open space where we get to know each other better and talk about the fight. , skills, life, governance, exchange of goods, and some people even began to discuss philosophical issues after learning that our genetic father had studied philosophy."
"In any case, this gift. The Yunukerian Medical Center was designed in every detail in our bazaar. ”
"You don't seem to have had such a large-scale discussion when building Inwit." Ahriman pointed out, not sure whether the two Primarchs were different in the hearts of the Iron Warriors, so he implicitly included the impolite question in the statement.
Fricks' expression darkened. "In Invite, my father listed out complete instructions for us and entrusted us with his will, and we implemented and implemented his great idea. But in recent days, everyone can feel that my father has become especially Busy, his silent seriousness worries us. Our memorial may not have added new personnel for a long time.”
In a sense, the Iron Warriors finally received Perturabo’s clear instructions about the hospital. , all the ships located in Nuceria were filled with an atmosphere of joy. They are confident in their own abilities, but having their father give them extra guidance is a wonderful honor.
“Think of me, brother,” Ahriman said, “not only separated from the father of genes for eight years, but the last time we saw each other I was still wearing a helmet.”
Frick Si's laughter was very powerful, but fortunately he was self-aware of his loud and rhythmic laughter, so he stopped quickly.
"Primarch Angron personally praised our construction." He said, looking sideways at Ahriman. "He came to our construction site and watched the bricks and stones being combined, the trees being planted, and the streams being guided."
"His lightness and gentleness were very different from his body shape and face, walking in the building The space between the materials and the builders was so light that it did not disturb any dust. He praised each of our ideas, asked what he did not understand, and confessed after realizing how it would benefit the recuperation of the first gladiators, and Subsequent opening to mortals who can pass the review. "Surprising attitude for a Primarch..." Ahriman searched for an appropriate description, "to exalt ours." location."
"We are surprised and honored by this, but privately I still think that my father's attitude towards us is the most appropriate."
"Your partiality is beyond words, Kaidomo. . If so, I think our Legion is the most complete and beautiful family in the universe."
"Then you think so, but I must remind you that your impression of the Sun of Thousand Dusts unfortunately comes from your guess. You have lived among the Iron Warriors for much longer than you have lived in your Legion. "
"I'm going to be annoyed."
"You won't," Fricks said firmly.
Ahriman shook his head. The omen of the black crow was echoing in the brilliance of the ether - or in other words, his daily experience told him that if he fought back, the scene would quickly turn into two mature Ass. The Tate warriors had fun throwing verbal pebbles at each other.
“I’m going back.” The scholar said. "You can continue to check the hospital's engineering quality. But have you already done one inspection during the day?"
"There is no guarantee that the conditions will be the same during the day and at night." The soldier replied, no longer thinking about the planting intervals of several rustling fruit trees on the roadside, and moved his eyes to Ahriman's eyes with peacock blue eyeshadow, "You go first "My father will convene us for a meeting tomorrow. If I have time after that, I will go find you." "No need," Ahriman said. "The project assigned to me by the original body must be completed as soon as possible. There can be no further delay." Starting from tomorrow, I have to put aside my distractions and devote myself to research. Maybe I’ll see you in a week, Kaidomo.”
“Oh,” Frix nodded, “then. Goodbye, Azak.”
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For thirty thousand Astartes to gather together, it is not just a matter of spectacular spectacle, but also a matter of finding a suitable venue.
If these steel warriors did not have to wait for the transportation of materials, they could rebuild the entire Desia city overnight. They gathered outside the city in the early morning into a mighty sea of steel, arranged in company groups, and waited for the father of genes to come forward. to preside over his meetings.
Frix was not sure whether the warsmiths standing at the front of the queue knew what was going on today, but he was sure that almost all the battle brothers knew nothing about what was going to happen next.
No matter what, as long as it is a meeting announced by Perturabo, whether it is a simple praise or a profound criticism, a review of the past or expectations for the future, even the Iron Warriors who make the Legion most nervous The list of new personnel in the memorial hall has been announced. Just because they can hear the voice of the Gene Father with their own ears and have the possibility of meeting their father's eyes for a moment, the Astartes absolutely cannot refuse.
The wind descending from the mountains blew the red sand, and the fine gravel hit the ceramic steel surface of the power armor, making a fine crackling sound, which reminded Frix of the harmonious rhythm of the branches and leaves of the forest last night. His consciousness faithfully counted the time for him, and at five o'clock in the morning on Terra's time, Perturabo appeared on time.
The father wore a helmet. Fricks thought, with some regret.
"My Iron Warriors." Perturabo spoke, and his voice filtered through the current and spread against the wind, wrapping every Iron Warrior in it. Frix's heart was pushed by a real warm current and beat faster.
"First of all, I need to commend you for your recent work." The Iron Lord said, "Whether it is combat, cooperation or construction. You have completed every task brilliantly, which is worthy of praise."
His voice echoed in the red sand, and the Legion proudly accepted the Gene Father's approval.
“My eyes fell on you as you worked so hard to build the hospital for my brother Angron. I find with the utmost regret that the selection of the particularly good among you has turned into an almost A wish that cannot be realized, because each of you has a passionate and practical spirit and ability, you are equally proud of me."
The Legion maintained a steely silence, which is what the Iron Warriors have gradually become. Some unique quality.
Outside of formal meetings, warriors can gather around the Iron Lord, and Perturabo will not refuse to listen as long as there is something to say. But in the formal meeting, the more excited they were, the more the soldiers unanimously chose to use absolute self-control to quietly convey their strong emotions to their father.
The Iron Lord's helmet rotated, and it is not difficult to imagine how he took in the expressions of all the warriors.
He continued: "But today we are gathered here for a more secret and crucial matter. I am standing here because I want to select some of you to participate in an absolutely secret A task, an order given directly by Terra."
Frekes was not sure when this order appeared, but he knew the alternating supervisors as Perturabo and Tai. The battle brothers who transport documents between palaces have had no such job lately. He was a little curious, but he knew that Perturabo would not deceive his children. He became curious about the mission and wondered if he had a chance of being selected.
“This mission, it is no exaggeration to say, is as important as our great expedition to promote the glory of the Sky Eagle. And its unknown dangers and difficulties are also doomed to not every legion’s Ah. Stat warriors are capable of it.”
Before the heirs began to get excited, Perturabo continued: "To avoid surprises, the only information I can reveal at the moment is that those who participate in the mission need to return to Terra and leave the Great Crusade."
Peturabo Beau's majestic voice sounded unwavering under the filter of the helmet.
"The chosen warrior will take a break from Astartes service and leave the ranks of the Iron Warriors. You will have one day to sort out your belongings and say goodbye to those you need to say goodbye to. Afterwards, you will continue in this process, which may last for several days. Until the mission of ten or even hundreds of years is fully completed, you and all your achievements will not be allowed to appear. Your names will not be concealed, but your names - although we will remember each of you, It will be sealed in the archives of the Iron Warriors for a long time.”
Flix’s heart beat a beat slower. Of all these requirements, the only one that really worried him was that he had to leave the Iron Warriors.
This meant losing the opportunity that he had been looking forward to for many years to follow the Gene Father to visit the Primarch's home planet. He was far away from his battle brothers, far away from the Gene Father, and far away from having to devote himself to the forefront of the Great Crusade and personally sow the seeds of the Emperor of Mankind's legacy. Perturabo in golden glory.
He thought of Ahriman. Can Ahriman be distressed by being asked by Magnus whether the task has been completed, and after he participates in the task, will he still have a chance to see the face of the Gene Father again?
Despite his hesitation, deep down in Frix's heart, he had no hesitation in counting himself as a member of this secret mission.
Every Iron Warrior is like this. If Perturabo asked who wanted to go, everyone would raise their hands.
“As I said, each and every one of you is so good that I can hardly choose. And if I asked who would like to participate, I’m afraid I would see thirty thousand people sign up to me.”
“Therefore,” Perturabo said, “I decided to randomly select three thousand of you as the first batch of executors of the task. The statistical work was completed yesterday. Next, I reported my name. Those who do, stand out from the team.”
Kaidomo Frix waited patiently. As his name was spoken by Gene's Father, he stepped forward, his feet landing on solid ground, feeling his expectations being met.
He didn't know what was waiting for him, but as long as he helped the father of genes and contributed to mankind, he would never refuse.
(End of this chapter)