Chapter 267: Ramblings of the Honor Guard (2-in-1 4K Chapter)
The few survivors from Istvan III are already the most tenacious loyalists among their legions, and the elite among them The honor guard formed is even more outstanding.
Although there are still many soldiers who do not trust the residents of the Fourth Legion's flagship as they expressed after the initial surprise and shock of the encounter - for example, one of them is that they are only willing to accept Limited repairs to his old armor that was seriously damaged in the battle, instead of directly replacing his power armor with the new equipment provided by His Highness the Fourth Primarch's legion armory.
Although those power armors painted in silver and black that look brand new look powerful, thick, and full of violent art, it is obvious that some people no longer use their original legion numbers, but in After escaping from the special environment of Istvan III, the soldiers who survived and were taken care of did not have any major psychological barriers to forming mutual aid or temporary combat organizations with the Broken Broken Hearts who were also scarred both mentally and physically. But if you were to rejoin a cousin's war group as a free person, it would make many people feel very uncomfortable.
But until then, no one, least of all a warrior from an old Legion who still remembered the days of courage, enterprise, hope and good times, would refuse a job as a temporary guard for several Primarchs. honor.
Especially in a universe they now inhabit that is quite unkind to the corrupt and unclean things their own Primarchs have become, many are still mentally strong but in desperate need of an emotional connection with them. There is no conflict with the affirmation of the Sons of God to re-anchor their sense of belonging.
And this is exactly the behavior affirmed and encouraged by the owner of the Destiny Steel.
Therefore, a candidate recognized by both parties - a certain former Imperial Regent, as the public organizer and selector, selected six members from the survivors and joined the Primarchs from their own ranks After selecting two people, this small eight-man honor guard began to officially operate, and those members who joined it were immediately regarded by their comrades as some kind of symbol and spokesperson for their acceptance here.
No matter what the original intentions of those who initiated the formation of the Guard, or what the supporters thought, there is an undercurrent formed by betrayal, unrest, thousands of years of time, changes in things and people, whispers and mutual wariness. Gradually dissipated under the calm water.
So the six Space Marines from the former Emperor's Children, War Dogs, Death Guards and Luna Wolves were given a new set of Terminator power armor, which is relatively light in weight and extreme. It has excellent protection, and its paint is still silver and black, with red and gold ribbons, medals and knots as embellishments. There are also new guard weapons, which are said to be additional weapons from His Highness Lamizane from the Fourth Legion. As a gift, each person has a long-handled and broad-bladed power shooting compound weapon.
Of course, although completely different in appearance, the weapon's composite design is easily reminiscent of some other legions, and on this point, its users have maintained a suspiciously unanimous reticence.
The daily duty team generally consists of six people, five of whom are on duty and two who take turns to rest. There is also a guard who is always on duty and is the original squire of the Iron Warriors Primarch Aharin. In view of the fact that In recent days, the squire, dressed as a cavalry-style terminator, has been performing various counterintuitive behaviors for them. In line with his home qualifications here, the other seven people have tacitly maintained appropriate politeness and respect for him.
Of course, as members of the Honor Guard, they can always hear or see fragments of words or impressive scenes at moments they don’t want to hear. However, no one would express the slightest doubt or surprise about anything while on duty or in front of any His Highness. This is undoubtedly neither prudent nor smart.
But when the respectable warriors returned to their rooms after duty, it was difficult for them, who were still adapting to the daily life here, not to have some discussions or even arguments about this.
"I still have a very unreal feeling." The person who spoke was none other than Saul Tarvitz. He was the first officer selected to join the Honor Guard. Of course, others were not sure about this. No objection - the person who may have had objections is still lying unconscious in the infirmary of the Destiny Steel, being "carefully" taken care of by His Highness Angron's loyal pharmacist brother.
This is the suite that Sol Tarvitz was assigned after taking office. It consists of a bedroom, a small room that he used for reading, writing and thinking, and a living room. In addition, there is a complete set of The kitchen and the bathroom facilities that were considered luxurious during interstellar voyages are not to say how gorgeous the decoration is. No matter how gorgeous it is, it can't be compared to the exquisite rooms where every floor tile is a work of art that the Emperor's Children have seen. It is its now unlimited supply of fresh water and hot water that is a great luxury when sailing in the void.
Five space warriors from four different legions thousands of years ago are now gathered here, standing or sitting. Only Koragg, who originally belonged to the twelfth legion, is not here, "Song of Miracles" "He returned to the station assigned to them to take care of his other brothers.
Gavier Loken took a sip of the drink in his hand and raised an eyebrow because of the rare and exquisite flavor components contained in it. "Where is it that is unreal? Tarvitz."
"If I must say it..." the commander in question smiled bitterly, "Everywhere is unreal. You know what I mean, Loken, After those months on Istvaan III, everything about where we are now is... great."
"I don't think so" Solomon Demeter. Er stood sullenly on the sidelines, holding a library-labeled account in his hand, although he didn't seem to be paying attention to the words.
The fatal injuries suffered by the Second Company Commander on Istvaan III have been completely healed with the help of the excellent medical bay of the Destiny Steel and the pharmacists of the Heart of Steel. "Although I have fully acknowledged that they made Despite those shameful betrayals, I still can’t fully accept...the noble and proud Phoenicians and our brothers would end up like that...even though they are traitors, they shouldn’t, shouldn’t...!”
He struggled for a moment, with a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, and did not continue. After all, the explanatory materials Macado showed them not only contained text, but also more pictures and holographic records. Those lifelike things could be said to have deeply damaged the eyes and brains of all survivors.
"I think it's better than the disgusting appearance of the people I once served and honored." Caleb Moro said slowly. A former Death Guard sergeant who answered the call in place of their seriously injured leader, Mortug, was surprisingly the first warrior of all to agree to officially join the Silver Skulls.
According to himself and his comrades, the moment he learned of the betrayal of Mortarion and the Fourteenth Legion, he crossed out his Legion insignia and placed it on his chest. The warrior with the Imperial Sky Eagle depicted on his armor "felt the illumination of the Emperor's great glory the first second he stepped out of the Hall of Omens for the first time, never so intensely, never so clearly", expressing his ultimate love for the Emperor. Loyalty made him immediately believe everything the master here said.
Caleb can now be said to have a completely new look from top to bottom, inside and out. Even his lack of concern for appearance has obviously been changed very well by the armory and mechanical servants of the Destiny Steel. Only a hint of his former legion can still be seen in his gray complexion, tactical habits and slow speech.
"I can't believe they can still move and fight normally after becoming like that, and how they are not disgusted by themselves like this."
"I also had the same question, so about this I once went to the chapel to ask Brother Li Kaiwen about this question. "
"What did Brother Pastor say? By the way, I still have some doubts about the worship-based religion of the 'Imperial State Church' that has been banned in this era. The popularity, recognition, and the fact that their teachings regarding the Emperor as a god have had such a profound impact on our great empire thousands of years later are astounding." Plague Marines have a similar situation of being confused by the Chaos Lord they worship, so it may be that in their own eyes, they are healthy, strong and beautiful, not the rotten and infected pustules we see. The state - huh?" Tariq Togaton seemed to pause for a moment when he answered his question, but his eyes quickly focused again, "Indeed, when I heard that those in the whole chapel After the meanings represented by the icons and some things that they now consider to be common sense were mentioned to me by Pastor Li Kaiwen, I tried my best to avoid appearing like a fool who accidentally offended other people's sacred domain responsibilities. It took all of his strength to restrain the look of surprise on his face. "Especially considering who invented and promoted the position of Brother Priest among us after the Nicaea Conference, and what happened to the inventor. Punishment, this has to make me feel more deeply about the impermanence of the world.”
"Perhaps as the remaining ghosts of the empire's past glory, we have been told too much than most people." Sol Tavitz's purple eyes flashed with worry, "In fact, we are still out of place here, even though I I feel very grateful for the efforts made by the two adults, Lamizane and Angron."
"Is that much?" Loken drank the remaining wine in his glass. "I think there may not be enough. You just think too much. Paladins, you should talk to your ancient sages more often when you have time. I think Master Rilano's ancient wisdom will be more effective after 10,000 years. It's still shining now. If you had to take over for Aharin for a while while on duty, you wouldn't have such sad thoughts."
Togaton on the side was curious. He asked, "Aharin's job? Wait, his job responsibilities require..."
"The damn Terminator is as light as a palace maid, efficient and precise as a meditator, working for the adults. Efficient work and service, right?" the new moon among the moon wolves replied, and at the same time began to pour more wine in the refrigerator in the room into his cup, "I also thought that was Aharin's unique skill, until Until I stand in his position."
"What do you mean?" Solomon shouted in surprise, "You mean you can do it too? The Terminator power armor cannot do that due to problems with its design concept.”
"It's true that it can't be done under normal circumstances, but it's a wonderful feeling, Demeter." Loken took another sip of the fragrant wine, and then he stared at the golden color swaying in the cup. "When I first handed over to him, everything was normal. Although I was confident in my own abilities, I was not sure whether I could achieve the same level as him. Later, His Highness Angron called me to sort out the arrangements for him. I was also quite nervous when moving some documents, because I didn’t know His Highness’s office habits at all, and I was not informed of the contents of these documents.”
Everyone listened quietly to Yue Lang’s account.
“So in the beginning it was exactly as I thought, my job wasn’t going very well, I had to apologize frequently, I felt like a young kid who had just passed draft, and my desk was I have never seen a position, and the quill and parchment are the most difficult weapons I have ever seen. However, His Highness Angron slowed down his work speed slightly and told me to adapt as soon as possible."
"Lord Perturabo has been sarcastic, but it cannot be denied that even so, his work efficiency seems to be the highest among the four His Highnesses——"
"Wait a minute , Loken." Tavitz keenly captured a certain quantifier in his words, "You said four means you confirmed it?"
"Yes, it was during this experience that I confirmed that there is a more than 90% chance that the person is Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion and the seventh of the great Emperors. Noble heir." Loken's facial muscles twitched again, "But when I think about whose flagship we are now, this thing is so weird that it makes my stomach twist."
" Well, it seems that we are hesitant to agree to be recruited. The gold content of this 'Silver Skull' chapter continues to rise. Sorry to interrupt you, please continue."
"The change is from Lami. It started with what Lord Zane said to me."
"What did he say to you? What happened to you?"
The expression of the Crescent Wolf began to change. Somewhat dazed.
"He said to me: Don't worry, Gavir, it's actually very fast to get started with these things, and I believe that even if you are a temporary help, you can do as good a job as Aharin in this position. After all, you are Gavir Loken. "
Solomon frowned, "This sounds like normal encouragement."
The Moonwolf warrior looked towards his companion, and then the Emperor's Son realized that he was. After getting close - but so quickly, before the swordsman who was known for his speed could react, the Crescent Wolf's fingers almost silently took the narrative book from his hand and took it into his own hand .
“You——”
Captain Loken shrugged, “As you can see, as long as some specific work content is involved here, I can also become The body is as light as a swallow.”
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It is indeed wonderful, but...
The most wrong thing that is happening to you right now, has no one discovered it?
At this moment, Nikon Sharokin silently watched these ghosts of his contemporaries in the shadows.
(End of this chapter)