Chapter 339 Ghouls
“They are transformed from the scum of hell. Locked in armor, swords and smooth faces, they call themselves angels. They have worn masks for a long time, but they don’t know that their cruelty and violence have Like blood oozing out - Ninth Legion"
Nasir Amit met the Primarch once.
It was at the end of a counter-insurgency war, and it was also not long after the blood gene fell silent in the ghoul army within their bodies.
This genetic bloodline that was born to be cursed put the nickname of their legion on their heads.
Ghoul.
The son of the Ninth Legion has a handsome face and fair complexion, and is carefully crafted like a masterpiece of a skilled craftsman.
Even Nasir Amit - once he did not have this elegant name randomly taken from High Gothic, this mutant boy who once dug out of the embarrassment created by the technological barbarians , this lowly mutated human being with no culture, no character, and living on the flesh and blood of other weak people, was also transformed under the cruel transformation of the pharmacist, and transformed into a man with an impeccable face, even more exquisite than most legions. The noble warrior possesses unforgettable beauty.
But this beauty is useless. They are basically a collection of exiles, captives, and mutants, and what truly established their terrifying reputation was their behavior after the war, wandering among the corpses on the battlefield, drinking the blood of the dead, and eating the flesh of the dead. .
They lay gracefully on the ground, tore off the blood vessels and muscles of the deceased, pried open the skull protecting the brain, and feasted on the contents to satisfy their particularly developed gene detection nerves. The need for blood food.
They were glorious in appearance, but covered in blood. They were thrown into the most dangerous war zone, consumed in the fierce battle, and turned into monsters more terrifying than their opponents.
No matter how perfect the appearance was, it was eclipsed in the blood.
This is the mission given to them by the Emperor. This is part of the Emperor's plan.
After the rumored Iron Warriors Primarch Perturabo returned to Terra for the first time, their genetic problems were miraculously alleviated, and their desire for flesh and blood was reduced and suppressed within the genetic spiral. . They could have breathed a sigh of relief from the bloodthirsty brutality.
But the Ninth Legion still served as a ghoul to the Emperor.
Because they are loyal to their mission, and because they have long been known as corpse eaters, there is no way to change the past.
So when Nasir Amit received support from the Imperial Fists after a fierce battle in which he gnawed on corpses to survive, he was indeed prepared to be treated by the outspoken, stubborn Preparation for criticism by the notoriously stubborn Roger Dorn.
But Rogal Dorn did not.
“I would like to hear your opinion, Ninth Legion,” Rogal Dorn said, looking calmly at the beautiful face of the Ninth Legion’s commander, “Why do you want to bloody eat your enemies? . This is not in line with the concept of the Emperor's expedition."
"We won," said their Legion Commander, not knowing the scale of his words.
Osuran had long planned to respond to the accusations of this tall and golden primarch with the most concise and cold attitude, with disgust in his heart - disgust for himself.
He was ready to explain their brutal methods of wreaking destruction, adept at finding hasty justifications for his cruel, alien-like behavior.
If Rogal Dorn rebuked them, he could say all these words, then turn around and walk away, returning uneasily to the Glorious Queen-class battle barge "Daughter of Darkness", where Inside the cold and boring gray battleship, gnawing on the flesh and blood of dead brothers.
Rogal Dorn stared at him, then turned to his Legion, his light blue eyes filled with contemplation.
Amit waited for the Primarch to stand behind the moral slogans of the Great Crusade and judge them, so that they could end this farce as soon as possible.
"You..." Rogal Dorn said thoughtfully, "I will not blame you. Because I can't change your situation."
Amit was as surprised as his battle brothers. He looked up at the original body in the golden light. "But I don't like you." He continued, his words rumbling like rolling stones, straightforward and straightforward. "I can't stand your style, and I won't accept you drinking blood and flesh in front of me. So, you guys leave, and the Imperial Fists will take over this battle."
"Yes , Lord Primarch. "Osuran's aggression has nowhere to go, he said dryly, still unable to believe that the Primarch would let them go like this.
"I will not erase your merits," Rogal Dorn frowned, and then announced, "The military reports will truthfully record what both of us have done. Loyal warriors, you can go ”
After a brief thought, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist added: "Wait until your Primarch returns and let him teach you well."
After that, in the crypt of the Gray Daughter, every person As he chewed on his brother's body, feeling the memories and emotions stir in his heart, Nasir Amit would always think of that unexpected day.
Let your Primarch discipline you. Rogal Dorn's words formed multiple echoes in his ears. Through the hearing of every battle brother who died and was present, they were layered in his memory, forming a scar that was almost a brand. Dorn's loathing was grounded in justice, leaving the ghoul army unable to even exonerate itself.
Then he thought of the Primarch they had never met, and wondered what kind of man he was.
What should they do if...if their Primarch, like everyone else, looked down upon his own Legion and despised their actions? If he abandons them and hopes to cultivate a new noble team, where will they go?
Or, at least, like Rogal Dorn by chance, he disliked them and simply tolerated them - a leniency enough for a Primarch they did not belong to, but not their genetic father.
After the Legion Master died several times - resurrected from his flesh-eating battle-brothers - Nasir Amit was given a second chance to meet the Primarch.
The battle that unfolds on Nisander is violent and swift. The planet rejects the benevolent light of the Empire, and the ghouls descend upon the planet's surface. The desperate resistance of millions of people was fleeting under the attack of the Astartes, which gave all the struggle and pain an absurd quality that is not worth mentioning.
"We died in battle, but we defended our freedom." A prisoner spoke to them, which made Osuran so sick that he didn't even eat him. Maybe this was a trick the prisoner of war used to preserve his body.
Amit killed a person, tore off some muscles from the other person's body neither quickly nor slowly, and tasted the other person's memory. The deceased bid farewell to his loved ones in his memory. Again. It's always like this.
The communication channel suddenly sent some information, which was completely unexpected, and the reason was not explained.
Horus Luperkar and his Luna Wolves descended on this destroyed planet.
"Immortal Nine, gather together." Legion Commander O'Suran gave the order coldly and tiredly, followed by a beacon at the gathering place.
Amit put down the body in front of him and interrupted the unfinished blood ritual. Why did the respected Son of the First Return come to the door?
Soon, Amit saw the Wolf Shepherd God. His armor was like pearls, his face was like a stone sculpture, and he was full of energy. Behind him is the transport plane of the empire, engraved with countless golden threads and documents, emphasizing the brilliance of the empire.
Horus Luperkar strode towards them, not hiding his observation and curiosity, nor showing any disgust at what they were doing. There was a more superficial cheerfulness that diluted the seriousness of Horus, and the wolfskin fluttered with the cloak on his shoulders.
"Are you Ishdur, the commander of the legion?" Horus said kindly, looking down at the leader of the ninth legion, "I have good news for you."
Osuran stood ready.
Horus did not care about the seriousness of the legion commander, and his words almost broke the legion commander's spiritual defense that he thought was extremely strong - in an unexpected way.
"Father has found your Primarch," he said cheerfully, "Sanguinius of Baal. Originally, Father wanted me to take him to learn the knowledge of the Empire for a while, but he said that he now Just want to see his son.”
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Clean up the battlefield and prepare on your ship, Immortal Nine. Follow the Luna Wolf and we will go to Baal."
(End of this chapter)
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