Chapter 410 The Second Primarch
“When we say ‘believe’, we often presuppose the promises made by others. However, if we understand it in the usual way and think that this is just faith in salvation, then it is very Wrong, our 'belief' is trust and trust." - "The Book of Lorgar"
Jack immediately recognized Kroger and Hammer.
This is quite strange. First of all, they haven't seen each other in the past few years. They both changed their helmets and updated their armors with several large armor blocks. Their whole bodies were tightly wrapped in that iron shell.
And when the hatch was just steaming open, the limited light and limited viewing angle were not enough for the Luna Wolf to see clearly the warriors who were not very conspicuous among the Iron Warriors— -Throne knows that none of these Iron Warriors are tall enough, and Hammer is even shorter.
But Jack just knew that the one at the front was Kroger, and the one behind him was Hammer. Two glorious squad captains, each leading a dozen people, squeezed into the same transport cabin as them, and followed the ups and downs. They bumped together until they all secured themselves with magnetic clasps.
He hesitated for less than two seconds before decisively deciding to say hello to his brothers.
He had not been able to control his emotions well before and had talked about separation with the Iron Warrior brothers. Later he thought about it and it was unnecessary. A qualified warrior should not vent his anger on his fighting brothers. superior. But we never had the chance to see each other again, so things just passed as we left them alone.
Now it is rare to meet her again at the battle stall. Jack does not want to be like the sailor fiancée in the classic Terra drama, squatting on the shore and shaking off the handkerchief alone.
He happily plugged into the built-in communications channel.
"Iron Warrior, I am Jack, the captain of the Luna Wolves team. Long time no see."
"Twenty-third Grand Company, Kroger received it. What's the matter?" A deep voice answered, Then came Hammer.
Their voices were thicker than those of the previous two years, with a built-in fire and desire to fight. Some warriors can indeed draw nourishment from battles, Jack thought, born to be good Astartes.
"It's okay, I want to say hello to you," Jack said cheerfully, hearing his own voice echoing in the internal channel.
The Iron Warrior's voice changed slightly, "Don't occupy the channel line." Kroger warned, with a familiar helplessness hidden in his seriousness.
Jack laughed softly and leaned against the bulkhead behind him, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief that he hadn't seen in several years.
After confirming that he would not be in a hurry to land for a while, he simply left the Luna Wolf channel line temporarily to avoid these nagging and curious guys from disturbing him by asking endless questions. My own reflection time.
After landing on the ground, mixed in with the blood and mud flying around, Jack no longer had the time to think about these trivial matters that had nothing to do with the battle.
They gathered with the company commander and other brothers in the entire company in a simple temporary forward base where the ground became hard enough only by spitting fire and barbecue. They took a short rest, led their respective orders, and began to step on the ground. Moving in different directions with the soft and sticky flesh and mud on their feet.
Kroger and he were on the same side again. This was not an accident, but the Iron Warriors deliberately let them work together again based on their excellent record when they had cooperated.
"Go away, what the hell..." Someone suddenly shouted, then shut up immediately. Jack called his name, "What's going on?"
"That echo," Gregory said, answering for the brother, and followed Jack to the other half of a raised flesh-and-blood hill. "My soul echoed, I also saw some flowers and plants."
"All confirmation analysis systems have been turned on," a reminder came from the Iron Warriors.
"Of course." Jack responded.
The attack has begun. Artillery fire and bullets exploded everywhere on the chaotic land. The sound of the bombs overwhelmed the Silver Angel's laser weapons, but the effect was far from enough.
A large number of charred bones and flesh and blood structures were rolling all over the ground, as well as tumbleweeds fluttering gently in the wind, or the sound of water falling down a waterfall. When Jack heard the sound from behind, he immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level.
His psychic talent is quite bad. If even he can hear those long-lasting whispers in the wind, it only means that the psychic memory environment here has become so strong that it seems to be substantial.
"Peter...I might have to pull an ounce of bone out of your leg and pop it out..." Someone in the team began to mutter, and then quickly with the help of the Iron Warrior's in-helmet detection system Awake, the syringe injects the prepared medicine to deal with the erroneously increased hormone levels.
That's when psychic idiots like him are needed, Jack thought. The sensitive person can taste the metaphysical fluctuations brought about by every trace of spiritual power in the air, but he can smell only the strongest traces.
After half an hour of progress, they encountered the first round of Silver Angel attacks. These creatures floating in the air were several orders of magnitude smaller than their counterparts that could ascend into the universe and engage in void battles. Each one is no larger than three Space Marines put together, but on the ground, they rush in in groups, constantly firing short-range bone bombs, psychic bombs, or rapidly attacking with the blades at the tips of their wings. of cutting.
The Astartes rushed to engage, and after a while Hammer contacted him - or maybe it was just a group message.
"Just now, I felt like I was a Risen warrior of the Second Legion," Hammer said calmly, "hunting other flesh and blood monsters, they want to kill me."
"Then you killed a half-silver angel in one go," Jack marveled. "This is a good illusion, with divine help, isn't it?"
"No..." Hammer After thinking for a while, he used a series of explosive bombs to repel the small silver angel rushing towards him, blowing it up in half, and shattered it into pieces in the fiery red and gray-black smoke clouds of the explosion, with light yellow blood and iron filings. The silver fragments fell like rain, "That seems to be its memory."
He added another shot to indicate the object he was talking about.
"Oh, okay," Jack replied, "a good story."
The Luna Wolf's hand suddenly hurt, and in an instant, the pain reached a burning extreme, and every hand His nerves were burning in the fire, it was almost maddening. He swallowed a scream, his face was twisted, and cold sweat rolled down his back.
The severe pain left at the touch of a finger, like a bird flying across the lake of consciousness, leaving only a simple conclusion in Jack's heart: it was so fresh, it happened so recently that it still retains its original intensity.
"I feel something new, too," Jack said, still breathing rapidly, no matter who was listening on the channel. If it weren't for the power claw in one hand and the bolter in the other, his hands would have been clenched into fists.
“You?” Kroger answered him, “Are you sure?”
He understood what he meant. Jack thought that any psychic signal that he could perceive could be called a clue to lead the way.
The second wave of sharp pain grazed his scalp, and he seemed to trip and fall into the flesh and bones. The feeling of broken bones and the unique psychic spear of the Silver Angel buzzed against him. The loud power armor helmet flew by, swallowing part of the scalp and a small amount of skull into the immaterial darkness.
The sound of continuous explosions woke Jack up again. He glanced around, stretched out his claws, and the power claws embedded themselves in the wings of a silver angel that was flying by, clasping deeply into the gaps in the hollow bones, and then Use explosive bombs to crush the enemy's chest and abdomen at close range.
Several battle brothers around him were sobbing from the wave of grief caused by the broken spirit of the Silver Angel. Jack grabbed the Silver Angel and blocked a continuous stream of ammunition until the remains in his hands were burned through.
"I am sure," he shouted, "of the fresh memories of the angels. Nothing more than the Dark Angels."
"Direction!" Kroger yelled as he pulled the trigger.
“One hundred and ten degrees!”
Their superiors were also on the channel. Jack heard Kroger starting to vouch for the Iron Warriors, and he himself began to communicate with Shadow Communicate with the company commander of Yue Cang Lang.
Jack was always in good standing with his reports and evaluations, and ultimately, the proposal was quickly approved.
Most Iron Warriors and a few Luna Wolves will continue to sweep this Silver Angel base world in the current direction, and some Luna Wolves, including Jack, will perform detection and exploration missions, and Report any information obtained at all times. The scent of a lion, Jack thought, as if he could hear the First Primarch's voice lingering in his ears.
When Leon El'Jonson tracked him and Hashem a few years ago, was he looking for the scent of a wolf? So now, it's time for the wolf to look for the lion.
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I don’t... don’t have that many words, and half of my thinking has left my body. My thoughts are not - connected in a single thread. I'm still using my thinking, my, part of my head - my brain.
I forgot the vocabulary again. language. I forgot a lot of the rules of the language, and I had very little left, but my brain didn't feel anxious, it was running very fast and very smoothly, as if it was back to what it should be. Not restricted by limited mode. Not bound by the framework of language.
My only obstacle is...
My name is lost along with my language. The loss of an identity. The loss of a demonstrative vocabulary. Just like...
What I can control is no longer myself.
But in short, I am still me. A life... that is different from other beings.
I look around, I am the tallest among these beings. They were similar to me, all wearing the same coat. Their coats were also similar to mine. They surround me, one after another, all around me.
Very quiet. I think. Everyone, so quiet, raised their heads and looked at me. I can't tell you how much joy I felt when I was surrounded like this. They expect me. Looking forward to my answer.
I opened my mouth and let out a howl, low and distant, echoing in the world around us. There was a collision among them - a collision? Growling? Uneasy...sadness?
Sadness. This word captured me. Through this gap, all the words returned to me, wrapping me again within the framework of human creation. I recovered my name—our name—from the original nature and wildness.
Our respective names.
Leon El'Jonson's long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and in an instant it was directly at the throat of the person standing in front of him, and the tip of the sword penetrated half an inch. A stream of bright red liquid seeped down the bright silver blade until it stained the deep ruby at the tip of the blade.
Opposite him, a face that was similar but different from his stared at him. The arc of the brow bone was exactly the same as his, while the downward lip line was slightly gentler than that of the Emperor's eldest son.
He has a blood connection with him.
Leon had no tenderness in his heart, and the cold anger made his nerves twitch slightly. He leaned forward, putting more power into his blade, but some opposing force stopped him, locking him in place.
"Ho..." The male lion burst out with a dull roar from between his teeth, suddenly sheathed his sword, took half a step back, and observed the surrounding situation with the corner of his eye.
He secretly put away his surprise, keeping his face as cold as an alabaster statue.
The inside of a battleship. Strange yet familiar, most likely belonging to an imperial battle barge, and judging from the exquisiteness of its decoration...
Queen of Glory. Leon El'Jonson concluded silently. The Queen of Glory of the Second Legion, a giant ship that was lost without a trace deep in Randan, is also one of the fundamental reasons why four imperial fleets have jointly arrived in Randan.
But how did he get here?
There is a clear gap in his memory.
The last moment, he was surrounded by silver angels, searching for traces of the head of the silver angels in the world of flesh and blood, preparing to use his burning wings to bury all the silver angels in the burning resting place. middle.
During several years of psychic contact, Leon El'Jonson's hunter knowledge allowed him to confirm the fundamental source of this consciousness. As they penetrate deeper into Randan, the dispute between life and death will eventually bring the Silver Angel and the Dark Angel together. Fragile cooperation treaties were torn up.
The next moment, he stood here, alone, surrounded by the original body of the Second Legion and its guards, and his power was also bound by some kind of spiritual energy.
Leon sneered. Although he was not afraid of the unknown, he was not a reckless man without judgment.
"Are you Duncan Aho?" He said the name of the second primarch accurately, his tone was restrained and indifferent, and he scrutinized every reaction of the other party.
The second original body slowly spoke. "You are Leon El'Jonson, the First Primarch."
"You got my name," Leon said, noticing that the other person's scratched neck was still not healed, and the way the blood was dripping was so consistent with real conditions that he was even convinced for a moment that he was in reality.
The Second Primarch looked at him, circling him until he reached Leon's flank. He was not wearing a weapon and was wearing a simple dark brown robe, dressed like a traveler in the wilderness. Tired, lonely, and a deep indifference that seemed like it shouldn't belong to him.
"We can hear you," he said, "your signals, some overflow radio. Occasionally, we can successfully complete some lag analysis, but we never catch up with the update of your internal signal code Speed.”
Liar. Leon thought indifferently. All excuses. The voice in his ears was the psychic transmission he had heard over the past few years. His intuition was warning him, and he had no doubt about it.
The second original body in front of us is either an alien in disguise, or a traitor who has surrendered to the alien.
Where is his dark angel? How did he get so lost?
Leon licked the tips of his teeth, "Why am I here?"
"You saw those silver angels," Duncan said.
“I confess to you, in order to leave here, we have to communicate with the only alien group that can possibly reach cooperation, and ask them to cooperate with the army of the empire - for their own benefit, and for ours. Escape and be found. I am good at psychic powers, and you, maybe because our serial numbers are close, our similarities allow us to find each other."
He paused, "But you also saw it. , the Emperor's eldest son, the Silver Angel still chose to betray."
"The competition between survival and death will eventually tear apart the agreement of cooperation." There was a hint of anger in Duncan's voice, and his words were surprisingly similar to Leon's own thoughts.
"Then what?" The lion narrowed his eyes, and the other party directly admitted that he had wrongly cooperated with the alien, which made Leon El'Jonson shaken for a moment. And he still hasn't seen the falseness of his current environment.
He realized that he had to focus more intently on finding loopholes in the other person's language.
"A rift in space, caused by their anti-matter weapons. You have seen their power, haven't you? The principle is the rift in space.
"You fell into space, and We will salvage you back to the ship. "Duncan said as he moved his finger to the holographic projection next to him to bring up Ran Dan's star map.
Leon immediately compared it with Perturabo's map and confirmed that the only difference between this star map and the map provided by the Iron Lord was that this star map more completely depicted Ran Dan's inner core.
He was silent.
“Here,” Duncan pointed to the center of the star map, “is the rift in the universe. We are all here, trapped in the joint constraints of the gravitational vortex and spiritual energy fluctuations, unable to break through from the inside to the outside. We can only rely on possible external rescue."
He raised his head, looked deeply at Leon El'Jonson, and said softly: "We have been waiting for you for many years."
(End of chapter)