Chapter 363 Three Grave Sweepers
Alexis Polux walked through the corridor and walked towards the monument room on the bottom floor of the Cheorwon core ring.
This long road has a similar structure to the dark corridor in front of the Black Temple inside the Phalanx, but the color scheme is completely different. The main color of the corridor is the silver-gray color of steel, and cold white lights are embedded in the ceiling and floor to illuminate the corridor brightly.
The pure black corridor of the Black Temple leads to the place of hope for all the Imperial Fist recruits to swear an oath. In a symbolic sense, it is like a bright street in the sky; the bright long road of the Monument Room, on the contrary, leads to The place where the entire legion is remembered after death is, in form, equivalent to the eternal resting river Styx.
Polux thought about these trivial matters to cover up his thoughts.
The Battle of Satrada Abyss was over, and the five legions were about to go to various parts of the galaxy again. He waited until the end before submitting the application, hoping to use the last few days to mourn their respective Iron Warrior friends. When the number of other Imperial Fists warriors dwindled, he revisited the monument alone, hoping to have a few more personal words with his old friend.
His first encounter with Barabas Dantioch began during the cooperative battle in Ultramar more than twenty years ago, and their experience of lighting the Pharos Lighthouse in Sousa together. After that, when the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists needed to fight together, they were more willing to cooperate with each other and fight side by side as long as it did not conflict with the Primarch's battle plan.
Dantioch never minded that Polux was much taller than him, and Polux didn't care about the gap in military rank between the two. They rarely call each other friends, but everything is hidden in silence.
Polux presented his application to the two hoop robots guarding the front of the monument room, and the hoops opened the door for him.
He doesn't come here very often - of course, no one would go to watch the funeral of his cousin's legion all the time. Dantioch had brought him here last time. At that time, he had not clearly realized that visiting his deceased friends would one day come to him, or that day would come so quickly.
At that time, he was standing under the huge iron monument.
“What should I do if this iron monument is full of inscriptions?” he asked. Without looking back, he knew that Dantioch was also looking up at the monument. The tall stele is engraved with small and clear names. It is said that the Primarch Perturabo personally created a machine specially used to carve this iron stele. The tombstone made of steel is exactly the same as the grave of the man of steel.
“There’s enough space here to carve over three hundred thousand names, Alexis.” Dantioch replied disapprovingly, “Why do you think it can be filled with carvings?”
< br>"That's true." Polux said, "I take it back, I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for. Although this is a sad hypothesis, it is very strict..." Dantioch whispered, unwilling to dwell on the possibilities. Then, the young warrior took a step forward, his fingers gently passing over the surface of the cold iron tablet, touching the indentation left by his name. "...Squad Captain..." He whispered the name.
"Can you touch it?" Polux was a little surprised.
"Of course, they died protecting and fighting, and would never mind if the friends they protected came to get close to the part of the world they left behind."
Dantioch Putting down his hands, his voice seemed extraordinarily far away in retrospect, like it was separated by a glass plate or a continuous rain curtain.
“Lord Perturabo said that even if we sing songs happily here, these undead souls may be able to feel comfort, as long as we don’t sing too mockingly. Otherwise, we will be expelled by the iron ring. . ”
Of course they didn’t sing here that time. The Iron Warriors are often willing to abide by more rules than those given to them by their Primarch.
The doors opened silently, and the hall, large enough to hold tens of thousands of Astartes, was now empty, leaving only silence.
Except for another fully armored steel warrior who is as small as a single character on the steps at the end of the long hall, under the towering iron monument, there is no one here.
Polux walked lightly, unwilling to break the tranquility of this place. He did not wear battle armor, but came in a ceremonial dark dress. Due to the regulations of the Iron Warriors Legion, he did not bring any gifts.
Even so, the footsteps of short boots and the rubbing of clothes still quietly echoed in this huge hall, bringing the echo of steel.
For no reason, Polux felt that the back of the Iron Warrior standing in front of him under the iron monument was inexplicably similar to Barabas Dantioch.
He tried to shake off his illusion. This was undoubtedly disrespectful to his friend and another warrior.
First of all, the warrior was slightly shorter than Dantioch; secondly, his armor did not meet the armor specifications of the battalion commander's level.
Polux slowly stepped up the steps and came to the bottom of the iron monument. He raised his head and looked for the name of Barabas Dantioch.
At the funeral that day, he remembered that Dantioch was carved on the top of the stone tablet, which could not be touched with his own hands without the help of additional tools.
On the iron monument, most of the places where the warriors were carved are beyond the reach of your fingertips.
Polux took a deep breath, unable to utter a word. When he finally found Dantioch's name, he found himself standing very close to another Iron Warrior, as if they were looking for the same name.
He did not expect that a strange steel warrior would take the initiative to talk to him - these steel warriors are often as silent as steel and strictly guard their secrets.
What's more, the person standing next to him, if he didn't make a mistake in judgment... is probably a war blacksmith. The entire Fourth Legion, except for the original body of the Legion and the currently vacant Trident position , the highest command level.
In short, he is a higher level than Dantioch when he died, and he should be a model figure who carries out the soul of the Legion.
"Hello, warriors of the Imperial Fist, I am the war blacksmith of the Fourth Legion." The unfamiliar war blacksmith looked up at him through a pair of faceplates.
His voice was rough and hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been severely damaged. It should have seemed strange to Polux, but that sense of familiarity that shouldn't exist came over him again.
"Hello, War Blacksmith." Polux chose the simplest title and looked away to cut off the lingering illusion.
Barabas is gone. he told himself viciously.
The war blacksmith nodded slowly. He seemed unable to move too fast, probably because he was injured. He took a step forward, and the outline of the visor appeared again in Polux's peripheral vision. The latter couldn't help but look at the iron-gray outline.
"Who are you here... looking for?" the War Blacksmith asked calmly.
"My friend," Polux reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the top of the iron monument and looked down at the war blacksmith beside him, "he died in this battle."
War Blacksmith Jing Looking at him quietly, through the iron skull mask, Imperial Fist could still feel that the other person's eyes were focused on him.
"You may know him," Polux continued, "the commander of the Eleventh Battalion, Barabas Dantioch."
"Yes." The Warsmith confirmed his suspicion and fell into silence again, his power armor humming lowly.
Except for special circumstances, there are not many soldiers wearing full armor in the mothership during non-wartime.
"For whom have you come here, warrior?" asked Polux.
"Waiting for others, at the same time...I am also here, looking for the name of Dantioch." The war blacksmith replied, suppressing a cough. The sense of familiarity returns, hidden in the stress and coda of words. "There is also the victim Zoran."
After saying that, the war blacksmith raised his head and looked at the top of the iron monument, his heavy breathing interspersed with the movement of the armor.
A few seconds later, the War Blacksmith continued to ask: "What do you think of Dantioch, warrior?"
Polux was stunned for a moment, as fragments of memories flashed before his eyes, Unspeakable sadness instantly penetrated his throat, blocking all his words. He tilted his head, learning from his Primarch, trying to regulate his mood, but finding it increasingly futile.
"He is a...respectable friend and a good teacher...I am very happy to know him..." He choked up before he finished speaking.
“Warrior?” War Blacksmith called him, probably a little uneasy by his reaction. "Warrior?"
His tone once again coincided with that of Dantioch in Polux's memory.
Too similar. Are the Iron Warriors all so similar to each other? Or was he so dazed that he could easily mistake someone for the wrong person?
The Imperial Fist felt that his stomach was slightly spasming, and his eyes were becoming hot. The frozen mourning lurking in the depths of his emotions broke through the ice again, melting his mind.
"Sorry, brother..." He said incoherently, taking a deep breath, exhaling the breath tremblingly, and then letting his feet push him out. He could weep for Dantioch, but he couldn't weep in front of anyone else.
"Alek...cough...Alexis!"
The war blacksmith shouted his name loudly, but was interrupted by a violent cough. The name was shouted loudly. The senior officer tried to catch up with him, but he couldn't match Polux's stride. When stepping down the steps, the soldier staggered half a step and struggled to stand firm.
Soon, Polux found himself bending down to support the warsmith. After the other man regained his footing, Polux let him go.
Then the Warsmith took off his helmet and looked at him in agony.
It was an old and tired face, covered with wrinkles caused by the erosion of time and scars caused by war. The pale hair and beard stood out coldly like the snow in Inwit. That face. But the perseverance in his expression is so familiar. The sharp lines give this face vivid vitality and an iron will that seems to never be extinguished.
With just one glance, Polux recognized the other person's identity. His facial bones had not changed, and the fire of his soul had not changed at all, and even burned stronger and brighter.
“I am not dead, Alexis,” said Dantioch, holding his helmet and smiling at his scarred mouth, “I am alive. I am Barabas Dantioch. Tiook. Don't cry for me, brother."
Polux burst into tears before asking why Dantiok was like this.
"No, don't hug me...hiss..."
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"Zolan had expected his death, even though he hoped to return alive until the end. There was For some time, we have been trying to use some of the collected technology to make our own gene seed extractor... Anyway, it may be a miracle that we were able to successfully recover it in the end."
"That was roughly the case, later. , I met a psyker and asked him to act as the navigator. He is now... allowed to stay in the Iron Warriors' fleet. If nothing happens, he will stare at us endlessly and then happily remember him. Prayers, praising the Emperor's angels..."
Dantioch said slowly, sitting on the steps with Polux, his own name on the monument above his head.
"No matter what, I came back and lived to this day again."
He patted the helmet on his hand, and the gauntlet collided with the metal surface, making a dull and hollow sound.
"In addition, my condition is recovering, although... it is probably not back to the level it was three thousand years ago. The Eighth Legion found several tubes of what is called 'essence of life' from their secret storage room. of medicine, and refused to explain the source..." Dantioch took a moment to adjust his breathing and relieve the fatigue of speaking for a long time, "and our pharmacist is also trying his best to help me."
Polux rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. His tears had flowed away, but now he was still immersed in the sudden surprise brought by the sudden arrival. He seemed to be in the clouds in the sky, and in the river. Float with the waves. The huge psychological ups and downs in the past two days made it really difficult for him to recover.
No matter what, his expression has returned to firmness.
"That's good," the Imperial Fists said, "I'm glad you're back, Barabas."
Dantioch nodded. "Before my treatment is over, I must wear this armor to stably maintain my vital signs."
"It would be great if I can get better. I have been thinking for the past two days...why didn't you tell me directly just now? Me? I thought I recognized the wrong person." Polux said with a cold face.
Dantioch took his hands away from his helmet and put them on the armor on his knees. His attitude was very even-tempered.
"I'm not sure how much I've changed, Alexis." Dantioch said slowly, his voice like still water, as if telling someone else's story, "When I confirm, I still haven't I feel happy when I forget my friendship with you.”
He closed his eyes, and the wrinkled skin around them unfolded.
“I can still suffer from your sadness, time has not taken it away from me... I’m sorry for not reminding you first.”
“I can still What did you say?" Polux pretended to wave his huge fist, "I forgive you, Barabas."
Dantioch nodded at him and looked at his fist gesture with nostalgia.
Polux pulled back his hand in unreasonable embarrassment.
"How many thousand years can you live after this?" he asked.
Dantioch tapped his fingers on his knees: "I don't know. Maybe I will become the second Astartes to die of old age in the world..."
He suddenly fell silent. , put on the helmet again and stood up hard. Polux wanted to help him, but his old friend refused.
A warrior strode forward. Judging from his appearance and temperament, he was exactly the most standard type of steel warrior, stern, solemn, unsmiling, and majestic.
"Thank you for waiting, Lord War Blacksmith," the visitor said solemnly.
Dantioch, on the other hand, acted less serious. He nodded to the visitor: "Eric."
Then, he slowly turned around and touched the iron monument with his gauntlet.
“Here he is,” said Dantioch.
The commander of the second battalion nodded, walked to Dantioch, looked at the name: "Thank you for taking care of him, Dantioch."
Dantioch Ke raised his voice and replied firmly: "Zoran has kept his oath and he has fulfilled his duty."
Eric smiled back. "I believe he will be happy for your affirmation."
After saying that, Eric passed by Dantioch and walked towards the iron monument.
Dantioch turned his head and motioned for Polux to follow, and the two left together.
There seemed to be a weak and suppressed sigh behind them, but it seemed like there was nothing.
(End of this chapter)