Chapter 201 At the same time, on board the Iron Blood...
The battle monks of the Twelfth Legion—or now recognized as the Iron Heart Chapter, are known for their always fair and strict discipline. , ancient and complete inheritance, and the ability to talk calmly and even temporarily form alliances with almost all non-chaos cooperation partners (but the aliens may mysteriously disappear after a period of time or die of madness, well, who can say clearly about the subspace? ? ), and is known for its ability to inspire and stabilize the souls of comrades-whether they are mortals, Astartes or even more-
In some sectors with a slightly relaxed atmosphere, there are some Research that was buried in the piles of old papers and declared heretical works quietly circulated in the darkness - if it were the Twelfth Primarch or the high-ranking battle monks of the Priory of the Legion, when they used the special occult power of their Legion Sometimes, it can even slightly appease those terrifying bio-modified assassins in the Court of Assassins who are almost completely tools - the mind or soul, even if it is only for a moment.
But this power that can soothe the heart and soul after pain or terror is so rare in this crumbling dark universe.
Because of this, the battle monks of Iron Heart are naturally the prey that the long-eared alien slave hunting teams love and chase. There are also some crazy chaos pharmacists, technical sergeants or worse things. Offering a high price bounty to the blood descendants of Iron Heart——
Their genetic father, the great Iron-Hearted Benevolent Angron, has the highest bounty among them. It is said that a certain pointed-eared female archon returned to start a new expedition after seeing his majestic appearance and soothing power in battle from a distance. At the price of "an entire galaxy and a full galaxy fleet", she just wanted to find a way to spend a good night with the supreme tyrant of Nuceria - of course it was not a good thing, she wanted to get pregnant A child of a demigod.
"Haha... This is of course the whims of those pointy-eared people. How could a noble Primarch of the Human Empire agree to do such a thing with an inhuman alien? Not to mention the issue of reproductive isolation—— However, on the other hand, it is indeed a joke that reflects the degree to which we are coveted. So, you see, one of the most distinctive characteristics and traditions between us and other legions or chapters can be mentioned above. —"
Sitting in the officers' mess of the Iron-Blooded, the Iron Heart Potion Master Kargos Bloodspitter was gesturing with several Iron Warriors around him. His short hair had changed due to aging. His silver-white hair, medals from many battles with famous aliens and wrinkles from his smile make him look more and more like a respected and kind grandfather, and his relaxed and natural attitude and humorous words The atmosphere quickly relaxed, and the air in the canteen was filled with restrained and knowing smiles.
“Our selection criteria are very simple. In addition to the necessary measurement conditions, whoever can appease the largest number and variety of beasts, aliens and heretics in the specified venue and time will be able to pass. It basically requires a certain level of physical and mental perfection at the same time. Ah, of course, so the children who sign up are usually one of the most popular boys in their tribe or town, haha, this kind of separation is always there. It will make many girls cry, so some people call our recruit selection year 'the year of prayer', praying for the other party to be selected, and also hoping that the other party will return to his hometown if he is not selected."
"After passing the selection, successfully joining our reserve force, and finally passing the test of surgery and secret rituals, after any recruit completes his own surgery and training, the first lesson he learns from us old people is, don't be left alone, don't be left behind. Be alone, don’t be alone. I will always tell them important things three times, and let these little bastards engrave them on their gauntlets and cerebral cortex, oh, considering the fate of those unlucky little bastards who are always lucky. , I always suggested that we should engrave this sentence directly on the retina of each recruit during the operation.”
At this point, old Kargos smacked his lips, and a young Iron Warrior stood up immediately - Kargos glanced at him. This little guy had an appearance that reminded him of some of the famous battle groups he had worked with. He had the same temperament, but strangely seemed to be incompatible with the other veterans around him. He was a little fascinated by what he heard, and went to the cafeteria window to ask for a large glass of ice-cold Astartes for the respected old pharmacist. Serve with sparkling ale. "Ah, that is, while any creature you see that's not even a Chaos-tainted mortal may be very pitiful, looking like it's in desperate need of rescue by one of the Emperor's Champions (I don't know who chuckled here), or you cautiously think : Oh, I'm just going to take a look and decide. 'I'm a strong Space Marine! I have my power armor and my bolter! Look, nothing will happen! I just took a look! 'Yes, maybe it's okay for other battle monks to think so. After all, we usually don't feel fear and fear. Indomitable and eternal brave fighting and victory are our destiny and victory. Pursuing, right. It's a pity that here -"
"-the naive guys who think so and become alone, so far we have tried our best to catch them. The number of people who have been recovered is only in single digits," Kargos's seemingly relaxed tone concealed the heaviness of a dark abyss, "So I also swore that there would be no kidnappers, heretics or aliens - especially It's an alien with pointed ears, and it can escape from the hands of the old man. Now we finally start to play some holographic projections of these consequences in every recruit ceremony, which is quite effective in making the recruits remember the rules. Not bad."
When Kargos said this, he took a breath and raised the glass of frothy ice-cold malt beer that was brought to him. He took a casual sip first, and then opened his eyes wide. He aimed his eyes at the mouth of the cup and took a big gulp, then let out a long sigh-like burp from the bottom of his stomach.
“Hiccup! This is simply wonderful—! Oh my gosh, I must say, until I came to your mess hall, I always thought that our lord was the only one who decided to entertain us on Nuceria. At that time, the wine and food at the banquet were perfect, and you could gorge yourself on them, but your canteen is really great... and what is the name of the meat I just ate?”
The young Iron Warrior who brought the drink to the Bloodspitter blinked his blue eyes, "That's today's charcoal-grilled Glocks Snowflake Steak, seasoned with Astartes special salt and spices, and some butter." Roasted nightshade tubers, wouldn’t it be a good meal on board the Desert Ark?”
“It’s heavenly to have a glass of your cold ale after eating that fatty barbecue steak? The enjoyment... The person who invented filling it with more nitrogen must be a real genius! Shhh... Young man, I don't want to talk about Ms. Lotala's cooking skills behind her back. If she finds out, my experience will change. It's very scary..."
The old pharmacist put down the wine glass that had been empty for some time, and let out a series of deep belches with satisfaction.
"Now let's move on to something else..."
(End of this chapter)