Chapter 185 More new information
"Kahn." Leon El'Jonson, as the former master of the First Army - of course he will be now, in the history he knows It was not that he had never heard of this name. Combined with the power armor painting of the visitor, the lion felt that his head began to buzz for the first time in ten thousand years. Before he learned about his adoptive father, his mentor, and his ...especially the time of betrayal. The illusory mist began to float thinly around the broken battlefield, "Ka·en·?"
"Yes, Kaan." The black and white dog took over the words at the right time, "Ahem, I'm Please introduce, Captain Leon Kahn is also the champion of the Iron Heart Chapter - Iron Heart is the current name of the Twelfth Legion - (The dog stepped on his elder brother's shoulder very hard. Don't do anything outrageous now), I know you can figure out many metaphors and allusions, so you might as well see how many... um... testimonies of glory and medals of courage he has."
< br>In fact, without his reminding, the Lion and his heirs can also see every identifiable detail symbol on the armor of this company commander and champion: this strong warrior has as many merit marks as his shoulder pads. , breastplate and the entire right arm have been covered with old and new kill marks.
They are all kinds of and densely packed. As far as the lion can see, they include the killing of fallen knights and attendants, the killing of two titans, and the killing of some kind of strange large machinery that Leon does not recognize. Symbols; the killing of Eldar warriors and mages, the numerous results against a certain kind of living metal alien known to Leon, the ruthless end of the Ork heavy-armed boss and the boy, and the killing of some kind of insect he did not recognize. The violent destruction of the shaped creatures, the symbols that dealt the fatal blow to the Chaos Terminators and Dreadnoughts, the Hellbeasts, the destruction of various vehicles before him, and of course, the most powerful beings in the Warp that Leon had ever known. Various kill markers for followers of the Dark Chaos Force.
The champion warrior himself calmly accepted the doubtful, scrutinizing and even vigilant looks from the original body and his cousins.
It was still the black and white dog who spoke first, "Captain Kahn, since the leader of the First Army has just woken up from his slumber, I think he still needs some time to digest more information. New message."
"Please don't worry, Venerable Kaidomo," the warrior opposite took off his helmet. Under the helmet was a weathered face, with battle scars all over his head. There were no service nails, but there were traces of eight service nails across the top of his eyebrows. Leon found that even his own observation could not temporarily penetrate the worry and deeper concern for something projected in his eyes. of firmness. "I am already very familiar with this situation."
Kahn saluted the Lion King again, "Please don't worry, distinguished Lord of the First Army, my fleet has obtained the orbit of Saibu Take control, our Storm Bird will land in a while, I am taking the first step to let you know all this as soon as possible."
"I already know it through the communication, you guys are playing well..." Someone in the Dark Angel pile seemed to be making the sound of power armor clashing.
"Thank you for your compliment, sir." The champion warrior replied, "But I know that what you need most at this moment is still face-to-face conversation and confirmation."
The Lion King did not answer, but this may also be a kind of By default, being so welcomed and assisted as quickly as possible would indeed make him feel better.
Kahn is very calm, and has strong decision-making and self-control abilities. The Lion made a decision immediately. Unlike the rumors he knew, Kahn in front of him had the ability to surpass any Astartes. He has extremely rare experience and a sense of eldership, which shows that he seems to have led his warriors to fight for an extremely long time, which even makes him look more or less like the Lion King today.
At the same time, he inevitably noticed that Kahn looked older than any Space Marine he had ever seen, although the vigorous vitality and indomitable spirit still surged in his eyes and Among his limbs, the Iron Heart Champion's temple hair roots have completely turned silvery white, and the wrinkles that usually only appear on old mortals have quietly and comprehensively crept onto his face.
“Perhaps we can take a rest first,” Perturabo suggested. The black and white dog looked at Kahn, who nodded, “Three Stormbirds will arrive in 10 minutes. Transport you to wherever you want to go. Our team of incinerators will be responsible for burning this place again with flamethrowers, and the ritual artifact in orbit will be pushed into the atmosphere and burned up."
The lion looked deeply at his stuffed brother, "You'd better give me a better explanation later." The dog tilted his head, "Well... I think so too."
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On the Iron-Blooded and the renovated orbital platform above the forge world of Belakahn, today’s artificial lumens are still adjusted to the bright afternoon sunlight, even though The shortage of food has not yet arrived, and the mortals' bellies only have hot water and a little poor starch porridge to soothe them. However, with the promised food delivery hope and the warm sunshine in front of them, the people who can come to work still feel unprecedented of comfort.
“I still like working here.” A slave worker who was carrying a large number of mechanical parts packages quietly said to his companions during the handover. Their bodies had all been strengthened and modified so that they could The human body can bear weight that is several times more than the body weight. "At least everyone here knows what they should do. The air is very good. My nose no longer bleeds. My throat is very comfortable. These lights make my body warm. Those tall people Although the Steel Angel looks scary, I also feel safe.”
His companion, who was a strong woman, had her hands transformed into detection and stamping equipment, as well as thick and crude related cables, and her eyes were equipped with biochemical counters. "Who isn't?" she said. Shrugging, "I exchanged two days of rations for a job opportunity. Although it's really uncomfortable to be hungry, I feel calmer than ever before. I think it's worth it."
Iron Ring Robot Patrol The heavy, uniform footsteps of the team came from the other end of the transfer hall. The slave workers lowered their heads, regained their composure, and continued to work diligently on their assigned tasks.
Magna Dorn glanced at the progress of today's work and found that the slave workers had done a good job, so he nodded and let the patrolling robots continue to move forward.
The whispers that the slaves thought were hidden had no privacy for Magna, but he consulted Lamizane and Perturabo respectively on how to deal with this matter of mortal management. After that, he decided to mainly adopt the method that Lamizane taught him: let them carry out some small communication activities within the scope of efficiency, and only need to monitor this, and resolutely take action once signs of corruption are found. Nip, this job is actually quite interesting, and Magna Dorn will admit that she has been waiting with interest for a few people who are teetering on the edge to make mistakes.
After being awakened, the new Dorn liked to put part of his mind in the Chapter Master's office all day long, and do some small jobs for them by the way.
There is a strange attraction about Lamizane that he likes very much, even though his plush black and white teacher often complains to him while communicating and teaching in thought form in the depths of their Iron Blood database, This man "didn't use one thousandth of the power and terror of my body! What a waste! Unprecedented laziness!" and "He should have stormed into Terra! Burned down the palace! Turned all the corn into popcorn." ! Kick the skeleton and go fishing! Make the Iron Warriors great again!" Weird words like that, but usually Magna will use a very well-behaved voice and posture to coax his teacher.
His black and white plush teacher especially likes to hear him say nice things to him in his most primitive, ontological voice, and he is not allowed to tell anyone else about it. It is a strange hobby, but Mag Na Don thought this was harmless. If Perturabo didn't coax him well, he would suddenly get angry and spill the coffee, bite the cushions, scratch the curtains, and knock over the green plants... which would triple Don's workload of cleaning the office. More than that, what's the point of saying a few words to make him happy?
At this time, part of his thinking tentacles received a new stream of data information at the far end of the sensor array: a fleet arrived at the Mandeville Point outside the Bellakahn system.
(End of this chapter)