Chapter 475 It turns out that everything has already happened (4K8)
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Later, Toramino, who had rearranged himself, sat in Soltarn’s office.
The original body left a lot of things for them in the palace, but they were not ordinary daily necessities. Many pieces of furniture were so ingenious that they could be displayed in museums and admired by the world as treasures. The exquisite, artistic styles span the entire history of mankind and show the makers' familiarity with ancient Terra, but not only are they completely out of place, they are generally too large.
So Soltarn now had to use a full-size table made of marble and steel, dazzlingly carved with countless branches and light leaking from the leaves, and a delicately carved table. The ground carved out a winged lion-like seat on the red sandstone that barely served as a desk and chair, and Toramino was very excited to get a seat that looked like someone had sat on it. It was covered with gold leaf and surrounded by A huge Tizka-style painted fragrant wood seat with one leg carved into a lion's paw holding an orb serves as his own chair.
On one side of the office are rows of towering cast-iron windows that are half open. Outside is the atrium of Olympia College, which is now guarded by guards wearing steel-colored and yellow-black power armor. A little further away, behind the roof, you can vaguely see the people emerging from the cafeteria. Smoke.
Despite the distance, the Astartes' enhanced olfactory organs captured the free molecules in the air and told them that today's Miaomiao lunch should be the latest batch of canned beans with sauce, torn into pieces. Corpse starch scones are added to pottery porridge cooked with any available grains, a small amount of precious concentrated lime juice, and sliced as thin as cicadas and placed on top of the porridge as a famous signature dish of the local canteen, from Super salty, hard Glocks that had been marinated for eighty years on the Imperial Navy's (looted) supply ship.
“To be honest, for the first time, I thought I would never get tired of wars and the painful wails of souls, but I found that I have recently begun to get tired of rushing into Thousand Sons, Word Bearers or any other The task of smashing their heads in the wizard's camp or ship, with the blessing of my father, it is easy to rush in and beat these chaos-ridden guys and demons, but those pure warriors with outstanding combat skills can still cause us trouble—— And if they start to run away very fast, it will be easy for us to get lost if we rashly leave the confines of Medlengard to chase - ah, by the way, speaking of this, it may have been last week or a few hours ago, Ge Lendl had just led his team to jump into a battleship of an unidentified warband during the Destroyer Battle, and then our Dimensional Iron-Technical Sergeant brothers never heard from them again. "
Soltarn frowned. As their helpless settlement after losing Olympia, the number of Iron Warriors on Medlengard was indeed sufficient, but part of it was due to the fact that thousands of years ago They were expelled due to defeat in the civil war and subsequent political struggles, and may have been scattered among various warbands.
There are also some who left voluntarily. With luck, these Iron Warriors will be able to conquer an empire world that is negligent or has insufficient guards before their resources are exhausted, and guard some galaxy fortresses built according to the Iron Warriors' preferences. Among them, some can even have one or several galaxies and their defense systems. The remaining ones have been carefully ground, screened, and recast during the screening process he just completed - so now there is an entire system. The disappearance of the team is not a loss that can be ignored.
"Is this happening?! You should have reported it earlier! Tolamino! Although he has not yet fully recovered the shrewd mind of the Kadaras I know, Grendel's force is quite useful in maintaining our deterrence. Soltarn suppressed his anger, "I will ask you to issue a detailed accident report on this matter later."
Toramino said this without emotion. He apologized very sternly and sincerely, and claimed that due to the undetermined time difference, his report had now been created with a new data pad, and then continued to shake his wine glass.
"In short, you, Soltarn V. Bronn, the former adjutant of the 45th Dalian Company, are now an extremely successful Chaos Lord according to word of mouth here. If you don't cry, that's it. With a sudden start, he silently eliminated or incorporated all the dissidents in the Fourth Legion (Toramino snorted here), took over the legacy left by Barban Falk after he ascended to the devil, and feared Many people and warbands inside and outside the Eye are trying to guess whether your move was inspired by the Gene Father, and which god the great Iron Lord and his descendants are now favored by you. There is also a rare blessed son of the Word Bearers, and it is obviously not the one crudely made by the current group of dark apostles."
This war blacksmith, who was born in a noble family in the city-state, used his spiritual energy to turn his power. A transformed into some ancient Olympian noble robe style, wearing lace-up sandals with staggered straps that reached up to his strong calves, and added floral and leaf decorations of local Olympian plants to his long white hair and braids. There are no luxurious and fragile green leaves and flowers here, so only the thin gold leaf beaten by the soft and nimble fingers of the slave can be used as a substitute for care.
The antique goblet in his hand came from a destroyed imperial world. It looked very much like a chalice made of glass and silver. This size allowed the Space Marine to hold it without looking too bulky. Too small, its delicate fragility in stark contrast to the simple drinking glass milled from cannonball steel that Soltarn held across from him.
"I guess they want to guess who the Great Hall was built for, which new aspect of the god the statue shows, why they were able to obtain such a normal territory, and how to replicate my success? Huh? "
"Reproduction?" Toramino shook his head, "Like Flix, you still think about this mess ten thousand years later so naively! After a long time of re-enactment, most war gang leaders or ambitious guys still prefer to pick the fruit directly. "Oh? If they really dare to do this, I will." I will be happy to see for myself what interesting things will happen. Although I think that as the descendants of Perturabo, we do have priority in the order of prayer, but the Lord of Steel is not a shabby man. Harvested! Even in the darkest ten thousand years, the gene seeds absorbed by the Iron Warriors from other legions were very limited——"
Soltarn's smiling and confident talking voice suddenly sounded like It was as if someone had slit his throat accurately with a scalpel. Toramino squinted his eyes and noticed that the stone forger's face suddenly became pale and angry in the bright light outside the window. His expression seemed to be Recalling something that people don’t want to talk about and keep secret.
Gene seeds? Toramino blinked and tried to start a new conversation, "Indeed, we usually always select the gene seeds of those Dornish stones to create new blood. The seeds of these stones are not only delicacies favored by the dark gods, but also Taking them as slaves and charging them to death is a pleasant and effective pastime, isn't it?"
The Stone Forger's vague and gritted answer seemed to have a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, "Hmph, hum... maybe, but you have to admit that the gene seeds of the Imperial Fist are indeed stable and pure. There are some redeeming features (Tolamino raised his eyebrows slightly)... If we were to choose anyone among the remaining legion seeds in the empire to replace part of the functions of our gene seeds, then there is really no one more suitable than the Seventh Legion. You mentioned this, I've been hearing that half of some of the warbands that haven't made it back are actually Imperial Fists soldiers wearing ancient power armor stripped from their dead Iron Warriors veterans, is this true? "
Toramino smiled, "Oh! I just asked you how did you and Felix get to this point, poor old city breaker, the former chief trident, and the first company commander! In the end, you were reduced to working for a half-breed bastard and charging for him! Do you really not care about what happens outside Medlengard except for going out to plunder? Yes, in fact, it's just you and Flix? Almost all of the warbands led by Falk were Iron Warriors. In other warbands, the senior officers and war blacksmiths were still noble members of the Fourth Army, but the ordinary soldiers and low-level officers below were actually all made of Transformed from the seeds of our nasty yellow enemy."
Tholtarn's voice now sounded like that of a mortal with fever, shocked for some reason unknown to Toramino. Feeling weak, he hummed, "So we actually have quite a few members here who don't have Iron Warrior genes! Then why is Honsou so universally hostile?"
"This young man is quite devoid of martial ethics. , and he doesn’t abide by the ancient legion tactics!” Toramino took a sip of wine, “He has neither the grace brought by the ancient Olympian blood nor the self-knowledge like you! As an Iron Warrior, we are not particular about his blood! He is looked down upon by etiquette and rules, and he is regarded as a traitor among those soldiers who can reflect that he may have the blood of the Imperial Fists——"
"Wait a minute" Nashou, the ruler of the earth. The damaged vocal cords became tight due to mechanical compression. "What do you mean by 'reacting'?!"
"Oh." Toramino said with surprise, "Because some people's warbands do not have the conditions to carry out very sophisticated hypnosis and brainwashing procedures, of course some recipients of the Imperial Fist seeds will begin to feel that something is wrong and rise up against them. The superior officers are usually very proficient in the suppression process. They only need to kill the leader and send the others to be brainwashed again."
"Perturabo's thunder. ! ! ! How many of us are actually Iron Warriors of the Imperial Fist?”
“It’s hard to say,” he said. "Nearly half." "Less than half? That's okay, it's better than there..."
Soltarn even looked relieved.
Toramino raised his eyebrows again.
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Samokwan and Aquilon didn’t stay long in the square. The Thousand Sons Wizard failed to test his demonic and witchcraft attacks. After that, he immediately chose to give in respectfully (?), because Samokuan said something under Laum's teaching that he didn't know the reason for, but it was a shocking threat to the Thousand Sons Wizard: "If you bother me again, I will kill you." Eat all your Scarlet Letter Warriors!”
The horrifying words of this blessed son of the Word Bearers, who has a strong psychic mutant guard (?) and is so vicious (?) that he even eats the Scarlet Letter Warriors. People looked at them sideways, and then their wandering here became quite relaxed. They didn't return to the academy until it was time for class.
They are now sitting in the sixth grade classroom, listening to Professor Uriel Ventris about what they need to pay attention to in atmospheric entry combat.
"...To sum up, although in theory, Space Marines can indeed wear heavy armor or even ordinary power armor for atmospheric drop, but even if faith is the shield (Myfaithismyshield), I do not recommend violating the guidance of the Holy Code in this regard , it would take too much luck to carry out such an assault in any other situation. Samokuan, please answer, according to the process of the Codex Astartes, under normal circumstances, an Adeptus Astartes. How should we do the atmospheric release?”
Samokuan sat up straight while writing notes on his data pad.
“Well,” the boy wearing a power armor that was being slowly repaired by Raum searched his rapidly modified brain and looked at his notes to confirm, “there are two There are two methods: the first one, first go to the hangar, and then find the vehicle assigned to us, such as the Thunderhawk, and then the Thunderhawk pilot will take us to the designated location on the ground to carry out the operation; the second one, take the airdrop pod , make a quick dash, and pay special attention to protecting yourself from too much impact when landing."
"Very good." Uriel nodded and put away his handout data pad, "Then this. The class ends here, and then it’s lunch time.”
Aquilon straightened his curved, thick back muscles and expressed his joy at this announcement with a deep growl. Then he couldn't wait to jump out of the window and use his strong and long arms hanging by his side to take a shortcut to the college cafeteria. Samokwan stuffed his stationery into his power armor storage compartment for him as usual. Here, his Sentinel Blade was not brought out, and was temporarily stored in Soltarn - this kind of weapon is too valuable here for the two children to carry around, which is more dangerous than wandering around without weapons. Thousands of times.
Uriel and Samokwan were left to have lunch together slowly walking along the majestic and beautiful temple-like outer colonnade.
"I heard, Professor Uriel, you still plan to return?"
Hearing this, Uriel looked at the pair of storm gray eyes that were almost exactly the same as his now. Recently, because the light in Olympia Academy is closer to normal sunlight, after the first few days when these skinless children find themselves suffering from severe muscle pain and wanting to hide indoors if they are exposed to too much of this light, it seems that the Space Marine Plant Entering the pigment control ball [Melanochromic Organ], which is specially designed to provide them with radiation protection, this organ starts to operate due to the special light. A thin layer of new skin-like tissue begins to form where the light shines.
In this regard, they tried a control experiment and found that if the composition of light radiation is close to solar radiation, it can indeed stimulate the pigment control ball to produce a new layer of cells to protect the body and wrap the exposed muscles. But the white phosphorus-like dead sky that had previously left Medlengard barren of grass could not stimulate this organ to work properly.
So, now there is a translucent skin film on Samokuan's face. Although the red muscles and white teeth are still vaguely visible, everyone can see the genetic characteristics on his face. ：There is no doubt that although he has black hair like the Iron Warriors, he looks more like a son of Guilliman, or in other words, he looks like Uriel Ventris—— son.
"Yes." Uriel looked at him with mixed emotions. He didn't know how to face such a result, a... hybrid born from his genetic material, but he still answered the other person as gently as possible. problem. "After the course I was responsible for ended, I tried to return to my chapter and home. Our death oath has been completed, Kallan Gol and the evil within it have been reduced to powder, and we can embark on the journey. The way home."
"But will they believe you?" the boy pointed out with a hint of longing, "You can actually stay here, Soltarn and the real ones. The bad guys are different. Moreover, Soltarn tried many times to find a safe route to fly around Cadia, but he couldn't find it. Can you find it?"
"Perhaps." The same stormy gray eyes as his looked back at Samokan gently, "No matter what, I, we, I and Pasanius will always be a member of the Ultramarines, we are the sons of Guilliman , we will eventually return to Macragge. We believe that since the prophecy of the throne and Lord Tigris successfully guided us and sent us here, we can also return to our battle group with the power given to us. Proving our loyalty among brothers."
"Macragge," Samokwan murmured, "I hope that one day I can go there and meet him again. You."
"There will be a day," Uriel comforted, even though he knew it was a long shot.
(End of this chapter)