Chapter 258 As expected of you, Lucius
The training room of the Destiny Steel - or the Iron-Blooded - could only be said to be quite satisfactory, meeting the needs of a Glory Queen class ship, not like others. The sister ships are also famous for their gladiatorial pits - well, although the Fortitude is no longer called the Conqueror, the gladiatorial pits on its lower deck are still quite famous for its unique Nucerian fighting customs - until this time it was Since the new owner of this place renovated it, the training room and gladiatorial cage of the Iron Blood have been well received.
From those training combat servitors with a full range of realistic movements and structures, to those simulation room venues that can simulate any known terrain in the territories conquered by the human empire so far for confrontation training, There are also a full range of weapons and simulated flare guns on the weapon racks. Look at those racks. From the unique weapons of the alien wizards to the treasures in the unknown stone secret arsenal, it is obvious that the owner of this place is very interested in the aliens of the Mechanicum. The heretical technology control measures and the threat of the Inquisition were not regarded as issues worthy of consideration - of course, it cannot be ruled out that there is no such awareness at all.
Even in terms of power armor, various types of arsenal equipment can be simulated, from the ancient and heavy Saturn type to the three variants of Type 12 newly developed by the Lord of Iron. You can even shout Several like-minded monk brothers put on power armor that suits actual battlefield conditions and have a hearty competition without having to worry about damaging their precious weapons and equipment.
No wonder this place attracts many Space Marines who are not on duty all the time, as well as their cousins who come here for the first time - the latter often start to look like country bumpkins or have been hungry for three days. Wolves - depending on their personal character and chapter culture - usually they will not eat or drink within the first seventy-two hours of coming in, and they will spend all their time here enjoying the "unlimited bullets, weapons, all types of unparalleled modes" or "lonely wounded." "Extreme mode of running out of ammunition and food"——It still depends on each person's personality and the culture of the battle group——
As for why not to use a device that is often used in the training of some battle groups, that is, a memory reading and hypnosis simulation device - in other words, this thing is a "power armor built-in" of a dead Astartes "Lens usage record" is input into the mind of the device user, so that the user can quickly draw valuable experiences and memories from the deceased's legacy - well - although this is generally said to the outside world, guess why this Why does the so-called hypnotic simulation, which seems to be a very safe training, have high death and madness rates? If you continue asking, the Inquisitor will knock on your door. citizen.
In short, the Iron-Blooded training room has maintained an excellent record in terms of safety and practicality so far, although some people often shout a few times when they walk out because they are too indulged in the confrontational role they play. Trampling, capturing alive, etc., but it's not a big problem.
After all, when you pretend to be a member of an unnamed Sunset Yellow Legion, and occasionally make a guest appearance as a member of the Blue Army in an unreal environment, well, no one will admit that it is real. Very cool. But Perturabo is quite satisfied with the number of Chaos KPIs recorded here every day.
The gladiatorial cage that is separated from the training room by a wall is more in line with the usual traditions of Space Marine ships, well, that is, there are only a few people here, so there are not as many people here as there are in the training room, but many people who are close to me Combat brothers who are very demanding in physical combat skills will be more willing to choose here.
From the magnificent marble arena, to the traditional battle group octagonal cage, to the simple iron mesh cage in the underground black boxing ring, the gladiatorial cages here have all kinds of styles, but they are all semi-open. That is to say, the surrounding force field can be adjusted according to the requirements of the users of the venue. Although generally no one will use these additional functions, the question is that the wheel ring battle is the unchangeable tradition and essence of the gladiatorial cage, so in The large group of battle brothers below who were watching and shouting and cheering were also this kind of common... no, this kind of space warriors' daily entertainment activities were indispensable.
Today, as many space warriors of all ages and a few mortals as possible were gathered in the gladiatorial cage hall.
Fighting in all other gladiatorial arenas has ceased, as word of the request to challenge one of the Primarch's feats has spread to all ships of both Chapters.
In any case, Angron Petra suppressed the anger of his officers, and also gently comforted the somewhat panicked survivors of the Third Legion on Istvaan III. Those who are - after Master Ma Kadu'er mercilessly preached about the history and current situation of some selected third legions in the galaxy today, there are still relatively few people who can calm down. , even those who regain their thinking are rarely able to fully cheer up, and even Solomon Demeter looks somewhat sluggish.
Of course, there are two exceptions. One is Saul Tarvitz. He risked his life to warn the loyalists on the ground of Istvan III. He guessed it because he had a little bad feeling. What will happen, so it is relatively easy to accept; and the other is the master of this feat in today's gladiatorial cage, the former Captain of the Thirteenth Company of the Emperor's Sons, Lucius.
Although Sol Tarvitz had tried his best to coax his excellent swordsman brother, the other party obviously didn't listen at all. On the contrary, he was instructing Tarvitz in reverse with a fanatical look. It lasted for one hour and forty minutes. It was a speech full of respect and respect in how powerful and perfect Lord Angron is, which can be said to be completely comparable to Fulgrim, so challenging him is the best way to pursue his perfect and powerful state. "Okay, you don't need to persuade him anymore," Solomon said to Tavitz, standing in the crowd, "Look, his fighting spirit is better aimed at His Highness Angron than any other person in our legion. The final outcome that people will encounter may be much better than the one where Isstvaan III leads the World Eaters."
"Don't worry too much. Let's see the results." The ancient sage stood beside them. His electronic sound sounded a bit strange today, that is to say, it was a bit too like a living person, but his tone was very determined. "I think this should be a good thing for him and for us."
"I hope so." Sol Tavitz looked at the special protection that was fully opened for this battle with a thoughtful look. Among the gladiatorial cages in the force field, this one is particularly strong, majestic, and vast. Its original purpose should be for sparring between melee-type Dreadnoughts.
"You have one last chance to regret before you begin. Lucius of the Emperor's Children."
The heavily armed Primarch walking to the center of the field made the hall breathe softly. A few minutes later, he was surprisingly tall. The handle of his ax was as long as a warrior and as thick as an ordinary person's calf, but it seemed just right in his hand. In front of his golden and silver figure, even though he was wearing With his full set of power armor, the swordsman of the Emperor's Children looked like a young boy compared to it.
Lucius did feel some kind of breathless shudder, but it was not from fear, but from excitement.
Standing on the tallest and largest gladiatorial cage in this hall, he could see all the people here at a glance, hundreds of outstanding warriors, elites, and senior veterans, from eight different countries. Legion - or should I say now, Chapter?
The swordsman trembled all over.
Continuous electric excitement surged from the deepest part of his soul, rushing through his spine in waves, and two blushes appeared on his beautiful face, as if he was drunk. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, even the other Primarchs who came to watch the battle.
Yes, that's it, that's the feeling.
He raised his head and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"It is a great honor for me to fight with you here, Your Highness."
(End of Chapter)