Chapter 356 The other side of the Ark
When a certain "Sleeping Beauty" quietly stirred up the fire on the side of the Desert Ark, intentionally or unintentionally, the two "originals" of the Iron Warriors will be revealed in the near future. When there was an uproar that made everyone have a headache, the situation on the other side of the Glory Queen's ship would be...much more harmonious?
Thor Tarvitz led the way, solemnly walking down the ramp of the transport plane with the graceful pace unique to the Emperor's Children thousands of years ago.
Behind him, a group of sparkling (?) warriors filed out, beautiful, majestic, and majestic.
Even Iron Heart's Seventh Company Commander Balor and Ninth Company Commander Oliposius, who were ordered to wait and greet this special team here, have to admit that these ancient warriors have similarities with contemporary Many heroes have different temperaments.
Everyone has a unique and legendary look.
Legendary.
Perseverance.
Full of hope.
They still have absolute confidence in the future, believing that the Milky Way will become a better world in their hands, leaving it to future humans.
It is such an invisible but real temperament that makes this ordinary hangar suddenly look radiant and bright.
The characteristics of each of them are so distinct that Balor and Olimposius can immediately identify each of them without comparing the list.
Thor Tarvitz, the swordsman’s silver hair was neatly combed into a shawl style, and he wore silver armor with patterns carved by himself, re-improved the power of the style thousands of years ago. The saber hangs from his belt, and the golden wings and motto of the Third Legion still proudly adorn the right side of his brand new pauldron;
Gaviel Loken, under his short flaxen-blond hair is A pair of beautiful gray eyes that are slightly worried. His black shoulder silver armor is low-key surrounded by a sea pine green gold embroidered cloak. The ancient moon-bearing wolf emblem that has disappeared in the long history is shining on the buckle of his cloak. Glimmer;
Tariq Torgadun, this is a warrior with broad shoulders but a slender figure. The same black shoulder silver armor gives him a unique sense of chicness and ease. His temperament makes people feel that in addition to the feeling of a wolf, he also gives people a strange sense of intimacy;
Caleb Moro, wearing a silver skull-painted Mark 12, without any extra decoration, his stoic and calm expression and his still gray complexion are the only clues to the source of his gene seed;
Koragg, the "Miracle Singer", the proud son brought back from death by Angron Petra himself, the former centurion of the World Eaters legion created by Angron Talk, will He carries his chain ax on his back, and his wrists have the same iron chains that bind the weapons as the Iron Hearts.
The last veteran, with his face full of battle honor scars, nodded as kindly as possible to the two company commanders who came to greet him - after all, they are all sons of the Twelfth Legion, here , Angron Petra is their glorious primarch.
“Hello, little Naklo, and little Ollie!” The old centurion’s voice rumbled like thunder in the summer sky, “It’s been a long time since we old bones Come and review whether your fighting pit is suitable for bloodshed!”
“It’s an honor, Miracle Singer.” The same call of blood surged in their bodies. Korag had been in the desert before. The Ark fought with great fame in the gladiatorial pit, and the others in this team were also highly respected fighters on the red sand.
As the top group of warriors among mankind, the understanding they have gained from each other through blades, sweat, and gladiatorial combat is worth a thousand words. They have already used their strength and actions to gain the recognition of others in their hearts.
"But this time, after all, Tavitz is the captain," the centurion smiled at them. A scar at the corner of his eye made him look like he was smiling with kindness mixed with indelible ferocity. "So I won't say anything more to you." "Thank you, Korragg." The Emperor's Son said sincerely, and then walked forward to talk to the two Captains of Iron Heart.
"How is the situation now?"
"Actually, the Black Templars - oh, that is, when the Imperial Fists founded their army for the second time The largest subgroup that has been separated, they are in a good mood at the moment. Lord Angron said, 'Fortunately, they at least still follow the state religion's ways.'"
Sol Tarvitz frowned. "You mean they...?"
Captain Balor nodded, "Yes, just as you think, anything is possible after ten thousand years. These descendants of Dorne They are staunch religious believers, so steadfast that unlike most Space Marine Chapters, they embrace the Ecclesiarchy directly and begin their eternal crusade across the galaxy in the name of the Emperor, the God."
" What! A bunch of god-crazed Imperial Fists! This is the funniest joke I've ever heard since I've been here! I mean, it's second only to seeing His Highness Perturabo transform into two parts! The plush one among them can actually wag its tail..." Togaton's excited comment was immediately suppressed by Loken beside him.
"Shut up, Tariq, that's why you always sit in the alternate position of the Honor Guard. His Highness Perturabo doesn't like you always staring at his ears and tail." Then Gavel The warning was even stronger, "Besides, what happened to us cannot all be explained by the truth of the empire. You'd better be cautious in your words and deeds."
"Well, you are right, Gavel."
As they continued toward the bridge where the High Tyrant of Nuceria resided, Sol Tarvitz had obtained from Balor much of the information they needed for their journey.
The question now is, what do your Highnesses need them to do? Lead this fanatic expedition? But they originally had their own leader officers and priests, and the current environment does not require an airborne team like them to come to command them... There is no need to fight like this, and the Black Templar cannot be defeated by pure force. .
This question did not get some guidance until they met the 12th Primarch on the bridge who looked a little tired for some reason.
“Oh, you are finally here,” His Highness Angron welcomed them with a smile from the throne on the bridge. “It seems that our business operations here can finally begin. I am almost fooled. Kado is so annoyed.”
“I’m sorry——?”
"Ah, obviously, our former imperial regent doesn't want to let go of some people who are destined to be useful."
Angron's golden eyes swept across each of their faces, "My recent situation has been a bit easy. Tired, so before you set off from me to my brothers, the tip I can give you is that although born warriors like you originally fought on a frontal battlefield, our situation now can be It’s not as easy as it seems. In fact, once we break away from the protection of the Iron Blood and its owner, most of us are like a lonely boat on the stormy ocean of the soul.”
"The vast majority of the people in the empire we once guarded still have horribly ignorant views of you and me, and the Unborn and the Masters of Chaos will never give up on capturing our tempting trophies."
"Remember, Saul Tarvitz," a few words came out softly from between his teeth, "if we leave the shelter, we will be the enemy of the whole world."
(End of this chapter)