Chapter 419 Visitor
When Hammer walked into the command room, the Iron Warriors noncommissioned officer stood up, walked towards him, and patted him firmly on the shoulder.
"Hammer, right?" he asked, flashing a steely smile. "I'm Sims."
"Yes, sir," Hammer replied. Look at the holographic hard light projection floating on the long table indoors. This exotic optical projection provides a tangible entity, allowing one to actually touch the projected object - with only the right amount of force exerted, of course.
In the projection, the ship they are currently on is slowly sailing in deep space. The armor plates damaged in the war have been replaced in the dock of the temporary base, but the new paint has not yet been painted. .
Three hours ago, a strange signal was captured by them. Considering that they were currently located on the border of the ruined outposts of the former Ran Dan Empire, they were not sure that it must be the remnants of Ran Dan who were being hunted. No matter what, the moment they got the news, the stationed Iron Warriors sent warships to track it down.
Sims let go of Hammer and returned to his seat, fascinated by the image of a battleship rotating slowly in the center of the long table. "We haven't caught up with it yet." He said, "Sit down and talk?"
"What to talk about?" Hammer sat down.
"I don't know," the sergeant replied, "Maybe Ran Dan, maybe yourself. You are my adjutant now, although I personally feel that based on your merits, I should be your adjutant."< br>
“Because of Ran Dan?”
"Yes, you participated in the last battle, and you survived." The sergeant turned his attention to Hammer, "You are a Terran veteran with great military exploits."
"That's It happened a few years ago. Besides, the Iron Warriors come first in everything, this is what my instructor told me." Hammer replied, smiling, "Reputation is not important, identity is worthless, I only care about whether the duty is fulfilled."
"Deservable," Sims replied.
Hammer shrugged, fingering his unloaded gun. Orpheus, he named his gun. This was the only unnecessary thing he could remember doing in his life.
Recently he did a second unnecessary thing - he was very surprised when he completed it, but he did carve the names of the team members who had fought alongside him on his The lower edge of the shoulder armor. This goes against his own preference for ordinaryness and self-abandonment, and often makes his calm heart ripple.
"This is what I was supposed to do," the silent warrior said briefly, "Captain's communication request."
Sims passed the internal network's request, and a new image appeared on their own Next to the ship.
It was another unfamiliar imperial ship, slightly smaller than the Iron Warriors' own standard cruiser, but still a battleship rather than a merchant ship. At this moment, it was following a long straight line, turning around and approaching them.
Just judging from the external decoration, they could not discern any marks or marks that could be used to infer the identity of the ship.
"No communication signal yet?" Sims asked.
The captain in the channel immediately responded: "No, sir."
"Perhaps we should prepare for battle," Sims said, looking at Hammer. "It may not be the Ran we have not seen for a long time. Dan Renegade."
"Don't open fire easily, we can't confirm the specific situation inside this ship yet."
"You are right, even if it is probably just conscious. We should also be cautious about the manipulation of unclear renegade mortals," Sims said.
After the smoke cleared from Ran Dan's main battlefield, they had spent more than five years following the guidance of Leon El'Jonson and the remote prompts sent by Perturabo from time to time. Now classified into the "Extinction Domain", the Ran Dan Empire is searching for the remaining alien enemies everywhere, striving to completely annihilate Ran Dan.
The lion seemed to have some enthusiasm and determination for this hunting mission that he didn't even know the origin of.
Some people speculate that the First Primarch is taking advantage of this good training opportunity to help the Caliban Dark Angels gradually gain a dominant position in the Legion; some people think that Leon Elzon Sen simply harbors a strong hatred for the Ran Dan Alien, which may be related to the fact that he was once trapped on the Ran Dan Alien's base planet - his humiliation must be washed away in order to re-prove the honor of the First Army.
Of course, when the warriors discuss privately, there is another argument that often appears: Leon's hatred for Ran Dan stems from some more personal and unimaginable reasons, except perhaps for a few original bodies. No one knows the hidden truth anymore.
"Hunt the traitors and eradicate the heretics. For every Randan alien worthy of death, the Dark Angels will hunt them until the day of their destruction. In the name of Leon El'Jonson , the Dark Angel swears an oath to the Human Empire.”
No matter what, this communication was broadcast three times in a row among the imperial battleships in the entire Randan realm.
The unusual and ordinary warship continued to approach without mercy, approaching the firing range of the Iron Warriors. Of course, this did not mean that the Iron Warriors also entered the opponent's firing range.
When it comes to long-range firepower, even the humblest and most ruthless Iron Warriors can't help but puff out their chests for the Gene Father's creation.
"Prepare for battle," Sims ordered, picking up his helmet and deftly preparing to put it on himself. Soon, a soft click sounded as the lock settled. During the war, they had become accustomed to this eternal battle process.
Hammer's movements slowed down a bit. Just before he buckled on his helmet, the captain sent new news, stopping their actions.
"The other party sent a reply." said the captain, "claiming that he is loyal to the Human Empire and requesting further face-to-face video communication."
Sims stared at the suspended projected image through his goggles. As the two sides got closer, the outline of the ship became clearer. It is indeed full of the characteristics of the empire. The bow of the ship is like a knife, and the entire hull is like a pistol, showing the aggressiveness of the human empire.
“Put it on,” Sims said. “What’s its name?”
“The Orpheus,” the captain replied.
Hammer heard his teeth chatter up and down for a moment. He remembered something. Something deeply imprinted on the bottom of his mind.
Soon, an image appeared in front of the two of them.
This visitor who mistakenly entered the military extermination zone was wearing gray Space Marine armor without legion logos. It could only be seen that the armor he was wearing was relatively new. In fact, it was likely a brand new suit of armor, fresh from the foundry where it was forged, and fitted to the Space Marine before it had experienced any wear and tear.
"This is the Iron Warriors," Sims said in the standard Gothic of the Empire. "You have entered the military extermination zone. Report your identity and shut down the weapon systems, otherwise the Iron Warriors will launch a bombing."
"The Orpheus comes from the Empire, Iron Warriors, don't fire. We are friends, and our purpose is to visit the respected Lord of the Dark Angels."
The Space Warrior on the opposite side replied, His voice was vague and, like the man himself, devoid of all distinction and emotion—except for a slight arrogance that was specious and probably still disguised. Ordinary, this is the only impression he brings to others.
"Report the name of your legion, departure time, location, and your name, and we will start verification immediately."
"The departure time was six months ago, and the location was at the deep-water port of Akinas in the Camas Arm. As for the name of the legion..." The space warrior fell into thinking, as if this was an extremely difficult question to answer.
Finally, he shrugged and gave the answer: "The Twentieth Legion does not have a legion name for the time being. As for myself, I am Alpharius."
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< br>The Orpheus and the Iron Warriors' ships were traveling side by side. It could be called companionship and piloting, but considering that the Iron Warriors' side guns' muzzles were not closed, it was better to be called an escort. The Orpheus did not resist, perhaps because they knew that no one could survive the Iron Warriors' fire.
The man who called himself Alpharius personally boarded the Iron Warriors' ship and asked Hammer, who came to guide him, to take him to the command room. After meeting the real person, Hammer realized how tall this warrior was - he was probably taller than most space warriors, not to mention the Iron Warriors.
The two men advanced side by side, neither unloading their weapons.
“The style here,” Alfaris said, “is beyond my expectation.”
Hammer glanced at the long corridor. They didn’t do much decoration here. Everything They are all as simple as the shipyards in Olympia.
“The Iron Warriors retain the Olympian style features in the Agora Agora and the living areas of the Astartes, while other areas are used for fighting without decoration.” Hammer explained, with various titles on the tongue It circled around for a few times, and finally it was all swallowed. "It is indeed the style of the Iron Warriors." Alpharius commented, lowering his head and noticing the engravings on Hammer's shoulder armor.
His tone became a little strange: "Is it the style of the Iron Warriors to carve people's names on the shoulder armor?"
"No, this is my... personal choice." Hammer said.
"That is to say, you did something unusual."
"Yes." Hammer wanted to rationalize his behavior, but something suddenly appeared, steel Such stubbornness stopped him.
"I did something of my own." He said bravely, keeping his facial expression calm. While he was uneasy, he couldn't understand the sudden pride in his heart.
Alpharius studied him, and then the soldier of the 20th Legion took off his helmet.
The face has clear outlines, high brow bones, and obvious shadows, as if it has some kind of regional racial characteristics close to the polar regions. A pair of cold blue-green eyes flashed with a sharp light, proving that he was always observing everything in the world around him and making his personal evaluations and records silently.
"Very personal, warrior." Alpharius said, and then he suddenly laughed. "It's okay, it's not a mistake, it's just proof of your battle. I heard that you are still an aide-de-camp, Hammer."
"Follow Lord Perturabo's arrangements."< br>
"I mean, he is really good to you." Alpharius smiled, "Be loyal to him, warrior. No matter what, he is an excellent general who is extremely popular."
"Of course." Hammer said, "Orpheus."
Alfaris patted him on the shoulder, "We have to keep working hard. Oh, it seems we are very lucky - Leon ·Al'Jonson wishes to see us in person."
"The First Primarch wishes to see you in person," Hammer added, relaying the notification from the communication channel, "Lord Perturabo. Hope to see me in the communication."
"But we still have to see Leon together, don't we?" Alpharius said, "On the Indomitable Truth, that ship. The oldest Glory Queen in service, this is the first time I have the honor to board it."
He paused, "That's where we are going to announce our existence to the galaxy."
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When the Storm Bird entered the Dark Angel's flagship, Huuguyin led the two warriors out of the hangar and to the command center on the order of the Lion.
The directly elected captain of Deathwing has some personal intuitive opinions about the two people next to him - strangely, one of them is from the Iron Warriors and the other is from the unknown 20th Legion, but there is no such thing as Logically, he felt there was some unique similarity between the two.
"I am Alpharius," Alpharius said, bowing to the shadows of Leon El'Jonson and Perturabo. "The Twentieth Legion has decided to join Ran Dan's war of suppression and help complete everything that needs us to complete."
The lion looked at the two visitors, and Perturabo paid special attention to his own steel warrior.
Perturabo seemed unsurprised by Hammer's appearance. Of course, it was he who requested Hammer be summoned.
"Alfaris," Leon chewed the term, "means the first. But twenty...is at the bottom."
"That's right, my lord," Alpha Rhys said easily, looking at ease under the sight of the Primarch, "Your training in ancient Terran is very good."
"And Orpheus?" asked Perturabo. "What does this code mean to you, Alpharius?"
"It represents respect for you, Lord Perturabo." Alpharius replied, "It is not flattery."
Perturabo snorted, "Rogal Dorn and Malcador are too tolerant of you."
Alfaris smiled and said nothing.
"Your position, Alpharius," said the Lion.
"Just a legionnaire." Alpharius replied. Now, even Houguin could see that he was not telling the truth.
Someone dared to face two Primarchs and tell a lie that everyone knew. Houguyin had to cover up his surprise.
The Lion was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke: "Has the Twentieth Legion not reunited with the original one yet...Hammer?"
He changed the topic and added the subject of the question.
Hammer was startled, raised his head, and subconsciously looked at Perturabo.
The Lord of Iron stared at him, and there was no hint of anything on his face made of steel.
"I think," the Fourth Primarch said solemnly, "that telling the truth is the right choice, now that the Twentieth Legion has considered taking the stage. No one would blame you."
Hammer breathed slowly and nodded deeply: "The Twentieth Legion has reunited with the original gene, sir."
Alfaris seemed to sigh, not willing to admit it, even if Pettu Rab's existence makes any concealment meaningless.
"Yes, my lords. That's exactly it, although - I guess that's not quite accurate," he had to say.
"That's not true. After all, the Primarch never left the Twentieth Legion, did he?" Perturabo smiled. "You are a good soldier, Hammer."
According to his usual habit, Hammer nodded silently.
As Alpharius said, Perturabo was tolerant of him - even if the reason for his doing so was probably just to control controllable variables, Hammer was still willing to accept it.
What followed was a moment of anger as if Alpharius' secret had been ruthlessly exposed.
He lowered his head reluctantly: "Yes, adults."
The lion narrowed his eyes, and Houguyin recognized that expression, which meant Leon Elzhuang Sen has seen through a certain clue that needs to be solved.
"It seems that we have welcomed back the second to last returning Primarch." Leon said, his words suddenly became cold.
Alpharius finally seemed ready to admit that he wasn't happy about it. Perturabo's presence apparently disrupted all his plans - the Iron Lord forced him to admit something in front of the Primarchs, even if Houguin was not yet sure what it was.
“No,” he said forcefully, sounding almost a bit angry, “Primarch No. 20 is the last Primarch to return to the Great Crusade. Alpha will return at the time of Omega. , the prediction has not been destroyed, the plan has not been destroyed."
"Oh?" Perturabo said, "I thought there was still a number left among us."
"Ten? Number One will never return," Alpharius replied. "By the Emperor's command, Leman Russ has ensured this."
(End of Chapter)