Chapter 447 Everyone is...
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Tall and eye-catching Anverk sits behind a temporary fortification made of black stones and iron cages. On a rock, he carefully adjusted his beloved weapon.
Before the next battle begins, ensuring that the weapons and equipment in their hands and bodies are in the best possible condition is the training they receive. He has already regarded it as an essential part of daily life.
This reliable flamethrower that has followed him through many battles has been carefully overhauled before and is in good condition. The machine spirit appears positive and enthusiastic even in the harsh working environment on the surface of this planet. , operating well, the heat, length and duration of the promethium flame are as powerful as arms and fingers, which makes Anverk's heavy mood here also improve a little.
Most who know the tall Astartes here believe that his powerful weapon must have been carefully blessed by the dark gods - for there is no way that the promethium tank capacity of any flamethrower can explain the During the passionate battle after Vic took it, the self-proclaimed sergeant could not guess which god had blessed Anverk and his weapon, which made many people who had also blessed him become jealous. It is difficult to imitate his ways.
First of all, the God of War prefers blood, skulls and face-to-face battles between warriors. The flamethrower will never win his attention; the power of life and triple rebirth and his followers are not interested in the flame. The displeasure of this weapon is palpable; although the followers of the Prince of Darkness are willing to try all kinds of pain and novelty, the dramatic death brought by the fire is far from making up for the level of feelings they like; then there is only a thousand changes. The Lord of Destiny and the Weaver of Destiny, the changeable characteristics of the flame are also in line with the characteristics of this god - but Anverk can't see any mutation, no love for knowledge, and no psychic ability. When things are added together, it goes against the common sense of the Lord of Change.
“But who knows, that is the Lord of Change. Maybe this god has enjoyed too many of our cousins and suddenly wants to have some fun for a change?” - from someone who did not want to disclose Private speech by the disguised "Silver Skull" brother named.
According to uncertain rumors, the battle brother did not know what keywords were triggered when he talked frivolously about the gods. During his own battle on the second day, the unfortunate lucky man encountered a series of It's unbearable to say that great successes are followed by great failures - such as weird situations where all his attacks hit the opponent but caused minimal damage.
Since then, the speculation about Anverk and his battle brother Phil Hammer has made everyone more secretive. Only the boldest and most ambitious Iron Warriors will consider daring to get close to them in the hope of getting closer. Find out some clues on how to obtain the blessing - Soltarn has certainly told them some things, but life in the Eye of Terror will still make it easier for these veterans to believe the facts they have learned.
In addition, there is another person who makes the Iron Warriors even more concerned, a mortal, even just a twelve-year-old child: Samokwan.
The boy who was freed by Soltarn from the first slave camp he encountered has been with the Stonecallers ever since - as he is now known in the warband. It is said that their father, the Lord of Steel, who has now left Medlengard, gave Soltarn V. Bronn a certain gift from the underworld. This revelation allowed him to spare the life of the boy from Selous College of the Faithful.
No one knows what he planned, not even Samokwan himself.
In fact, Samokwan still has nightmares occasionally to this day - that was the scene he finally encountered during the attack on their academy: he ran away, while fleeing outside He bumped into the power armor of an Iron Warrior, and was then thrown to the wall like a toy. Together with more than twenty other students, he trembled and watched as the attacker abandoned the bodies of the older students. Thrown on the ground outside the tall walls of the college - and the blood-stained Sky Eagle badge on Commissar Khorne's chest and the blasted pale bones that he saw with his own eyes -
"Samokuan."
Someone shook him gently.
"Samokwan!"
This time he heard clearly. The boy jumped up from his small makeshift bed and wiped it with the fastest speed he learned in the academy. Putting his face next to the bed, "Yes! Sir!"
"The smell of your sweat tastes scary. Have you had another nightmare?"
Here it comes again.
Although he has lived and fought with the legendary Emperor's Angels for several weeks now (it should be somewhat discounted, but after all, Samokan only attended Tadashi Academy for three weeks), he still doesn't quite Get used to the special attitude these extraordinary humans sometimes display towards mortals.
Whether it is Anverk, that stupid guy who arrogantly thinks he is superior to mortals but is sometimes willing to help them, or like the warrior in front of him, who has a transcendence towards mortals. Common pity, Samokwan didn't like this, it made him feel like some kind of inferior creature, but they were all human, weren't they? Even for a tribal child like Samokwan, who was sent to the academy by his mother because his father died in a war near Cadia, he believed that he had a slim chance of growing into such an extraordinary person. In this case, what would happen to each other? There shouldn't be too much distinction between them.
Obviously, the Zhongsi Academy was raided only a few weeks after it began to discipline Samokwan, the martyr's son. The political commissars had not had time to make the child completely forget his hometown and his childhood. .
Filhammer stared with his gray eyes at the stormy gray eyes below that were staring back at him.
His inner intuition became vaguely uneasy again: the color of this child's eyes was too similar to his own. It was a very unique gray, and at certain angles it was even blue. .
The child was given training by Soltarn after he and his companions joined the team. He told Phil Hammer, "The revelation I received was that this child was destined to be one of us. So I will Let him join us at the right time. But he has not been trained enough. This is your apprentice. Teach him well."
Why did you ask at that time? "Join us? But we don't have a pharmacist at all. Now I'm the pharmacist. It's impossible for me to complete all the implant surgeries on my own! Besides, where are we going to get healthy gene seeds? Even if we take them from dead people When it comes to those in better condition, how can you be sure that the seeds are not contaminated by the subspace here?"
Soltarn was sitting in his seat filled with candles and meditation aromatherapy, and heard this? This sentence smiled at him.
The decoration of this room of the Earth Ruler reminded Phil Hammer of the more magnificent Seer Ceremony Hall on a certain ship that he had seen during his journey here - all of this It is in line with his impression that the members of the Silver Skull Chapter's think tank are all prophets, and these brothers will act according to the predicted results as much as possible - except that he did not know before that the second captain of the Silver Skull brothers is also a powerful psychic. outside.
But this is not a big problem. After all, meeting old friends in a foreign land is undoubtedly a great comfort to these two warriors who have lost their symbols of honor and are not allowed to mention the names of their allegiance. Therefore, after talking in this room, he and his companions agreed to temporarily use the names of Phil Hammer and Anverk of the Silver Skull Chapter to more conveniently operate publicly before achieving their goals, and to assist in the search for Ultarn carried out his mission (while, with guilt and guilty pleasure, they chanted the Primarch's name in the name of the Silver Skull).
——To be honest, although he had been cheering for Pasanius and received help from the Destiny Steel along the way, deep down he was still somewhat worried about whether the death oath he swore to them could be fulfilled. It has to meet Lord Calgar's expectations, but now there is Captain Soltarn they know here!
He had sincerely thanked the Emperor and the Primarch for their protection many times during his prayers, as well as the Chapter Master and Khador for sending this powerful and experienced Captain here to perform his mission. No elders.
Especially when they discovered that Soltarn was not only an experienced commander and think tank, but also had lurked in the Eye of Terror for many years, and had also collected a large amount of intelligence on the situation in Medlengard. Very familiar with the people and things here. With his help, Uriel Ventris, who goes by the pseudonym Filhammer, is now ten to nine points confident that he can complete his mission and return to his beloved Macragge and his warband. of certainty.
You see, according to Soltarn's introduction to them and the latest intelligence they obtained, the thing they want to destroy is related to an experimental sample lost by the Silver Skull Chapter.
Soltarn told the two former Ultramarines that the silver-skulled Potion Master had been captured and lost a large amount of his laboratory data and samples, which eventually ended up in the card in front of them. The fortress of Langol is occupied by the Chaos Lord Toramino and his warband. The Daemon Womb, an extremely evil thing predicted by Varro Tigris, the greatest Librarian of the Ultramarines, was built on the suffering of countless innocent mortals, and would breed more variants of Chaos Space Marines to join their ranks, and create a new world for them. It is here that the things that should not exist in the world that bring destruction and war to the Empire and the Galaxy are trying to operate in large numbers under the auspices of Tolamino.
Their mission is almost the same as Captain Soltarn: the former is to destroy it, the latter is to ensure its destruction and record the situation.
Ventris and Pasanius are no longer the only two people who landed here to survive in the wilderness. Now they have his "lurking brothers" whom Soltarn has reassembled. The company, when they stormed into a slaughter camp and encountered Soltarn, the Earthlord had only thirty men, and now, as their army swept through half the planet, there were probably three hundred. He was allowed to stay under Soltarn's command.
Then now they have more than 2,600 rescued auxiliary troops who have been pulled up on the spot. These soldiers are from Jolam. This is a great army, and even The organization and many pilots were retained, so that the Space Marines had more firepower and cover support, and could dedicate some manpower to manage their newly acquired factories and handle logistics.
Although Soltarn has hinted more than once that he or Pasanius would be in charge of their rear, Ventris did not think so. In fact, Soltarn restrained his behavior. Under the circumstances, he felt that these latent cousins were not bad at chart management and plan execution, and his and Pasanius' goals were clear: to fulfill their death oaths, leave Medlengard alive, and return to Mars. Kurag, qualified to be readmitted to his warband and homeland.
In this case, it seems a little bit that Soltarn specially gave him to train this child...
Ventris didn't want to say it redundant. After all, Soltarn is now the commander, and he has no It’s also normal to spend too much time coaching this child.
He retracted his thoughts. In the eyes of mortals, Ventris, whose pseudonym was Phil Hammer, just blinked a little too long.
"Your lessons today are High Gothic, arithmetic, geography, and the correct prayers for different weapons in response to different situations on the battlefield."
The boy's face Slightly bulging.
"...why are these boring lessons again, when can I learn swordsmanship and shooting..."
Although this little whisper cannot be said to be subtle, the Lyman Ears of the Astartes provide The enhanced hearing at this distance can hear complaints clearly and effortlessly.
"Just wait until you grow taller and stronger." The former Ultramarine pointed out rudely, "You can't even stabilize the recoil of the Astra Militarum's pistol."
"I can use it!"
The stern glare from the Astartes made Samokan suddenly realize the lack of discipline and training in his behavior. He lowered his head in shame and quietly put two fingers on the side of his body. cross. "I'm sorry, instructor."
"Why are you saying sorry?"
"I shouldn't complain and answer without permission. Instructor!"
This child just lacks some rigorous training and courses. If he were placed in his hometown of Cowes If you are a college student, you will definitely receive a heavy deduction of points in the first semester exam. Well, at least Uriel Ventress still remembers his youth training in the military camp and those forests, waterfalls, caves and ancient tombs——
The lines at the corners of his mouth softened unconsciously, He returned to being stern, "It's good to know, then your lessons today need to include lessons on identifying our common enemies."
The boy became visibly happy again, "Yes, instructor!"
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Soltarn Vo Bronn was alone in his room in their makeshift camp fortress.
This place is still full of runes, magic circles, and some strange-looking sundries: some parchment rolls, candles, incense, and various amulets.
Only the Stoneforger himself knows that these things are nothing more than a cover-up or used to distract anyone who has any doubts about his presence here, selecting and recruiting the Iron Warriors in the name of their Primarch, or that more can be used Some good excuses for the warriors who "cleaned up" this place - You and the warriors on the demon planet in the Eye of Terror. Telling them something that they can understand and want to hear is not as good as telling them truth.
He listened to the noise outside. His guards were walking around in the distance, ensuring that no one would disturb their leader while he meditated.
Afterwards, Soltarn walked to the table, took out a small roll of leather paper from a secret compartment of his leg armor, slowly spread it out on the table, and looked at what he had done since arriving here by the dim candlelight. A memory diary written from memory: it is densely written with fragmented words, some of which are what he saw and heard on the Destiny Steel, some of which are fragments of words that Aharin inadvertently revealed while eating in the officers' mess, and some It was the rumors and information he heard in the chapel or the secret gathering below deck. At the bottom was the prayer to their father that Julius once led them to pray. These words were reflected in him now as a psyker. It seems that every word is filled with strange power, protecting him from the power of subspace that exists here all the time.
This is Soltarn's own secret holy book.
He must be able to find and welcome back the genetic father with a result that is more in line with the expectations of the fathers.
(End of this chapter)