Chapter 446 Some blue men are born to abduct battle brothers... (4K3)
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White Archon, Wolf Brother, Crimson Fist, Conqueror, Roaring Griffon... …and more Chapter emblems that even Uriel Ventris could not distinguish from his more than a hundred years of service appeared on the shoulders of these tall figures.
Without exception, these emblems that once represented their respective honors and heritage are now roughly marked with an "X" with red paint.
Uriel guessed that this should be a manifestation of the negation of both the Empire and Chaos: the emblem of the original battle group under the red cross was retained, and no eight-pointed star or blood was used, or anything else. Paint covers them, a kind of wanderer who has abandoned their original identity or someone who has escaped here for some reason.
Their liveries ranged from white to gray, from red to green, and from blue to black, plus the colors of the missing pieces of armor that had been roughly filled in and hastily tied with wire, and the patchwork models of power armor were drawn from ancient Mark Ⅱ to the relatively new Mark Ⅶ type can be seen.
It can only be said that they are a mob, and even if they have any think tank members, they do not have technical sergeants following them. This can be seen from the level of repair. Of course, battle priests, of course, needless to think, there will be no of.
Pasanius asked in a low voice in his communication rosary, "This is more than I thought..."
"Down and out." Uriel intercepted without hesitation. A friend's words.
“What are you talking about?” shouted the former member of the White Archon opposite, “Don’t think we don’t know you are talking secretly!”
"Nothing." Uriel raised his voice a little, "Maybe we can actually talk. My real name, friends, I don't want to lie, but just before I was exiled, my real name was Uriel Ventry Si, I am the captain of the fourth company of the Ultramarines Chapter. This is my comrade and friend. Anverk is just his code name here. His name is Pasanius Lesani. We are expelled. The crime was a violation of the Codex Astartes."
Pasanius swore that the fluffy-looking son of Russ definitely laughed, and smiled with evil intentions.
" Ridiculous perhaps, but faith in the Codex ran deep in our bones, and we accepted our punishment until Tigris, our chief thinker, saw fit to add a Death Oath mission to our Atonement Crusade, making Our death is more meaningful."
"Then you are here to die in vain!" said the tall sergeant wearing blue power armor, with the red fist on his shoulder covered by a red cross. "Why should we? Follow you to die?"
"We are indeed here to fulfill our death oath, and only after it is completed can we return to our home world - I think it can be completed, because we are not alone now. One person! Before that, we were the same people without a warband and no glory. But since we all think that Chaos is a fucking bastard, then we have the same purpose! We have lost our courage and glory, and you can pick them up again! Although we no longer stand under the banner of the Empire, we are still Space Marines! One of the purposes of our creation is to fight against Chaos! Fight! For our faith, destroy the enemies of mankind! Such heroic battles are the destiny of space warriors!"
"Forget it, brother! You said it nicely, but you yourself hang out with those chaotic traitors and fallen Iron Warriors every day!"
"They are not Iron Warriors. At least the person leading them now is not. "Uriel took off his helmet before Pasanius had time to stop him, so that the other party could see his very clean face. The eternally burning white phosphorus-like light in Medrungard's sky made him squint his eyes, but Astartes' physiological functions quickly adjusted the light that passed through his pupils and corneas to a level where he could see normally. "Since you have been observing this place for a few days, you must not have noticed it."
"That guy is indeed very tall and wearing power armor with the same paint as yours. There are some things on it that are not very standard but are in This ghost place is enough of a talisman of justice. That's one of the reasons why I just suggested that we keep you alive." The hoarse voice of the second person who answered just now said again, while revealing his figure.
This is a warrior of medium build, wearing faded red armor. Under the red cross of his parchment-white shoulder armor is a black bird with spread wings, and a drop of red blood in the center.
“But this lord...you said he is from the Silver Skull Chapter?...Well, even if he is also a member of the Silver Skull Prophecy Group, then the subspace ability he possesses is also One of the best, but this is the first time I've seen this ability on the Silver Skull, or I've almost never seen this ability on any Space Marine. It's very interesting, very interesting if you know the source of his power. If so, maybe you can tell me.”
"Forgive me, brothers, but which brother am I talking to?"
"Seraphis." The warrior also took off his helmet, and his face looked It looks old and haggard, with deep-set black eye sockets and a complexion of poor health that resemble those of a person who has been unable to sleep well for a long time - this is not very common among Astartes who can shut down part of their brains for rotational rest.
"As you can see, before I began my wanderings, I served as the Librarian of the Blood Ravens Chapter. One of our Chapter's traditions is the thirst for and organization of countless lost knowledges, including dark and forbidden ones. That part, our Secret Masters believe, will better equip us to fight xenos, heretics, and the inanimate."
Of course the former think tank wisely failed to mention that he was involved in this quest for knowledge. The role he played and how he escaped in the end, Uriel also avoided this topic tacitly.
"Brother Seraphas. Thank you for your wisdom and contribution to our meeting. If you want to know the source of Captain Soltarn's power, you can join us..."
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"What did you call him?" the warrior from the Crimson Fist shouted abruptly, "Sol'Tarn? Sol'Tarn of the Iron Warriors? Ha! You must have been deceived and are still working for others! Sol'Tarn ·Who knows about V. Bronn in Medlengard? He is one of the oldest Iron Warriors here! His service records can be traced back to the Great Crusade 10,000 years ago!"
Pasanius' scalp tingled at the sudden dark revelation he heard, his hair standing on end, and he gaped in his helmet.
When he turned to his company commander for help, the familiar cold feeling of fear crept into his heart again: Uriel Ventris's gray eyes were the same as those inherited from him. There was no trace of wavering on Robert Guilliman's aristocratic, skeletal face. On the contrary, there was a hint of cruel and horrifying interest.
"...So, I think this meeting was quite successful, Pasanius. You see."
Uriel Ventris turned to the Crimson One who spoke Quan, "How should I call you? Brother? Can I ask a few more questions?"
"Kayama Shay." The former Crimson Fist replied. His skull was covered with old and new vertical and horizontal scars, showing the battles he had experienced. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything about Soltarn and the Iron Warriors. Including this fortress before us."
The Crimson Fist and the White Archon beside him , Blood Crow exchanged glances respectively.
“What good does this do to us?”
Uriel shrugged, “As you can see, I can allocate part of the military supplies, including food, weapons and ammunition.”
"Ha! Will the honorable Captain of the Ultramarines also betray? I'm beginning to think that you may not have been kicked out because of violating the terms of the book. To gain your own benefits by betraying again from the act of surrendering to the traitor? This will make What you just said seemed like a joke, Uriel Ventris. "Causing maximum damage to the enemies of the Empire and clearing all obstacles in our path in order to fulfill my death oath is my most important and main priority at the moment. Purpose." The coldness in Uriel's words made Brother Wolf shut his mouth.
“Is our chief think tank such a naive person that he thinks that he can accomplish this by just sending two of our Astartes soldiers who don’t even have heavy weapons or logistical supplies? Was it the great mission he had envisioned? To destroy the Daemon's creation, to destroy the hope of the Chaos Space Marines to proliferate? It was even worth an entire Chapter, but now, just the two of us, standing on a daemon planet in the Eye of Terror. . And we have even crossed the entire galaxy and reached our goal. Who can say that this is not a blessed and truly honorable mission?"
"At this point, to have such a mission? Blessings, I will no longer let our mission face the possibility of failure by sticking to any formal rules. Even if they are enemies, if they are the opponents of my enemies on the way to completing the mission, then they are our natural allies. "
Uriel looked at the eyes or eyepieces of each traitor who came out with his gray storm eyes. He looked at each of them and said loudly.
"So, in the end, I really don't know why any of you are standing here, for what reason you were expelled by your war group or you abandoned them, and what kind of journey and changes will happen. You brought me to this hellish place, but I no longer care about it. I have heard your stories and shared mine with you. If you are tired of living in Tibet every day, then come with me. I ask you to join us in this truly glorious mission and gain the final courage and glory. I am willing to share it with you and provide you with a chance to regain your honor, prove yourself, and prove that you will still be there at the end of the journey. A true warrior!”
The scene was silent, except for the howling wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks.
Some people looked at each other.
Finally, Jeffer, the white consul, spoke.
"If we die, on your mission, what good will these be? Who will remember them? On this devil's planet?"
"I will." Uriel replied firmly. "Have you seen my determination? I will definitely fulfill my oath and return outside the Eye of Fear. I will remember your honor as a warrior."
He unconsciously put his hand on his chest and collarbone Down.
There, the rosary pendant is radiating heat.
The Blood Crow Think Tank narrowed his eyes.
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"...So what did you bring me back?"
Standing in the command room surrounded by officers, Soltarn W. Bronn's temples were buzzing under the black sun of Medrengard. It buzzed and began to swell.
“A group of space warriors.” Uriel, standing opposite him, said unceremoniously, “A group of combat veterans who are very familiar with the combat style of steel warriors and are also very good at fighting them. Fight."
"Okay." The old stonemason's eyes touched Uriel's gray eyes for an instant, and then separated again like lightning. The second company commander sighed from behind his respirator. "Is there anything else I need to add? Philhammer-Uriel?"
"Nothing for the time being." The former Ultramarine, still wearing silver armor, replied calmly, with the kind of pretense that he had before The ease he felt had disappeared from his noble face, replaced only by determination, dedication and sacrifice. "After our vows are completed, I will ask you if I want to ask, but before that, I don't think we should ask each other too many questions."
"We are about to attack. There is not much time to delay. Lieutenant Colonel Leonid, are your vehicle groups in place?"
"Yes, Your Excellency." The Yolan coughed. He still had a sick look on his face, but the commander's sky blue uniform had been rearranged as much as possible, and the bronze breastplate and power sword had also returned to his equipment. "We will follow the Titan troops as planned. And the infantry regiment We are also ready, we will open a landing field on the side of the city wall."
Soltarn nodded and turned his eyes back to the twenty-seven traitors standing in his command room.
"Let me see. ... Oh... It's very rare. You few. Ah, especially you, there are... He will definitely like it very much."
The traitors who were scanned by Soltarn one by one felt the strangeness in the sight of this lord whose position was currently unknown: there was no obvious malice, murderous intention, or the usual discomfort caused by chaos pollution, but it always felt strange. It's weird, it's like I've been... attracted by something in advance?
"Very good! You passed! As long as you work hard, our father will never be stingy with rewards. Follow his wishes, and so will I. You will get better than your best imagination."
"Your father?" The speaker was still Seraphas. The Blood Raven think tank frowned deeply, "Does your power come from him? Is that why he left here? He has been promoted to Have you reached a higher place?"
"My power was born with me," Soltarn replied, "but the gift from the Gene Father allowed me to transcend myself and realize' Reality'."
Seraphas' eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly repeated with great enthusiasm, "Is it true! One of the ultimate mysteries of the universe?"
"More... mysterious and mysterious than that."
"Then I want to join." The former Blood Crow Think Tank made the decision without hesitation for almost a second.
"Okay, although he is quite infatuated in some aspects, old man Seraphas' premonition of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is quite accurate. Then I will join." Brother of the Wolf, Svolga Svoljard rubbed his nose and took a step forward.
So one by one, the traitors knelt down towards Soltarn.
"Finally." Uriel Ventris, who was watching everything, turned to Soltarn who sighed, "I have one more thing, about my mission."
(End of chapter)