Chapter 4 Recruit (Part 2)
He is an eighteen-year-old killer, and the sniper rifle is very heavy in his hands.
He observed for a long, long time, he was trained for this, he knew how to slow down his heartbeat, how to control his breathing and the natural tremors of his body until his whole body was like a sculpture So motionless.
Predator.
Prey.
His mind gradually became cold, his attention was absolutely focused, and the prayers he recited silently in his heart became the only way to see the world.
Predator.
Prey.
With nothing else to think about, he pulled the trigger, and two thousand meters away, a life passed away.
Hunter.
The hunted.
"Target eliminated."
He said to himself.
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He was a twenty-year-old man, sleeping on the same operating table as before.
The chemicals coursing through his veins lulled him into sleep, and he dreamed of the scene again.
My mind is suspended in silence, entering the dream of two worlds.
In a world where his brain is sleeping, his thoughts are rolling and echoing in the compressed memory.
In another world, his eyes were observing the intersection of the corridors, but his thoughts were jumping slowly, like his blood pulse.
His eyes were open, and his pupils were zooming and shaking as if he saw something moving in front of him, but there was nothing in front of him, only three long, dark corridors.
He had been like this for fifty-six hours, more than half awake and the remaining half half-awake and in the sleep he could now control.
In the real world, needles and medical probes drilled into the flesh and blood on his back, injecting various liquids directly into his spine.
He coughed. That was his sleeping body reacting to the invasion of foreign objects. The acidic saliva spurted from his mouth hissed where it hit the ground, eroding the tiled floor. Several deep pits.
When he woke up, it was several days later.
He could feel the slots lining his spine, the scars, the metal nodules...
He knew that in a universe with only endless war, only by approaching death infinitely could one achieve final sanctification.
The gray-eyed pharmacist looked at him, like an artist looking at his most perfect work, and for the first time he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
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He is a new soldier, looking into his own eyes.
He stood naked in a dark room, standing in a row with a dozen other people. The other newcomers beside him were also naked, and their pale skin was full of traces of surgery.
Eros is a forgotten concept that does not exist in his mind, and it is just one of the tens of thousands of human desires abandoned by his consciousness.
He can no longer remember the faces of his parents. He only remembers his own name because the instructors of the legion never changed his name.
He stared at the pair of eyes that now belonged to him, and the pair of deep, slanted "eyes" also stared back at him - they were a pair of gray-white eyes embedded in the visor. Eyes on the helmet.
When he looked at the battle helmet that was as white as a skull, the helmet was also looking at him with its dark reflection.
This is his face now.
Through these eyes, he will see the entire Milky Way.
Through this helmet, he will roar with rage at those traitors and xenos who dare to defy the Emperor.
"You are Soshyan Alexei."
A Chapter instructor said to him.
"Belongs to the Seventh Company."
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He is a champion, born to win.
"Status Confirmation——"
Soshiyan sent a message to the other two people through the communicator.
“Intersection No. 21 is stable, not moving, just like before.”
"They are right outside."
Axel, who was in the same team, responded, and his voice turned into a low roar in the communication.
"They are coming. Didn't the rotten hole in the hive where you were born teach you to be patient?"
"Oh, it taught you, but somehow it didn't teach me to enjoy being here. Waiting for unknown enemies to appear in a vacuum, and the place where I live is not a hive."
Soshiyang's voice didn't have much extra emotion, but the other party laughed, and the voice was in the silence. What sounded like a rapid barking came back.
"Things won't end like this -"
The cautious tone of another person in the team came. His name was Nad, and he came from the same planet as Soshyan and was also the same batch of recruits.
"If we are here, then the enemy is also here."
"What if this is not what we want to teach?"
As Soshiyang said, he changed his body shape Target one of the three channels.
Several cables hung down from the cocked inspection box cover, and the pipes leaked from the protective tube like severed blood vessels. They were in a dangerous area in a transport ship that was opened and parked in the void, and there were other reconnaissance teams scattered. Throughout the hull, each has a different mission, but no one knows where the other squads are or the details of their mission.
Soshyan, Axel, and Nad were tasked with monitoring a dead-end passage, all of them wearing only a spacesuit and armed with a bolter and a chainsword. "What do you mean?"
Aksei growled, and Soshiyang took a careful breath before answering. This young man could change from cheerful and generous in a heartbeat. Cheng was furious, and all the changes to his mind and body, instead of polishing off this trait, made his temper even more pronounced.
"What if waiting is the wrong thing to do? What if there's no danger? The only thing trapping us here is that we think there's a threat."
"No, Soshyan."
Nade retorted, before Axel could speak.
“We have a task, and we have to see it completed.”
“But what is the task?”
Soshyan was still asking questions, he turned and looked in The second passage, the movement brought him down so that he had to hold on to the safety rope connecting him to the wall to steady himself.
That second channel is empty, just like the first one.
"What if we don't understand it correctly?"
"This..."
Nad still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Axel.
“What do you mean?”
"What I mean is that maybe there are no enemies here. They may be somewhere else. Because we are standing here, other places are fighting hard."
"This is due to duty, not fear."
"Really?"
Soshiyang asked, before he had time to control himself, but he regretted it when the words blurted out.
He noticed that this was happening more and more, that emotion and impatience would suddenly appear out of nowhere, as if there was another person living in his mind, some outsider. The impatient guy has no clue as to the cause of this matter.
"I'm sorry..."
"Okay."
Nad's voice was very calm, and he didn't seem to be so troubled.
"We are brothers, you don't have to say anything more, just don't say that again."
Brother, this word is still foreign to his world as it adds to his Same as those organs in the body.
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He is a demigod, a complete superman, ageless and immortal.
He looked at the surface of the world through the crimson mirror. A series of data represented by sharp, clear white runes rolled on his retina. He looked at the lives of his brothers. Displayed in the form of numbers, he felt the temperature outside the sealed armor, and he watched the target locking frame flash as his eyes moved.
He felt the tightness in his hand, the one gripping his bolter, as he tried to follow each target lock.
The remaining ammunition counter lets him know how many enemies have died today.
The aliens fell around him.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand, his brothers fought their way through this garbage dump-like city.
"Brothers!"
As he shouted this word, he fired a burst of explosives into each passage. It was enough to shatter the arms of ordinary people, and the recoil was as light as a feather in his hands.
“I’ll be at your place soon.”
Axey was roaring.
"I'm moving towards you!"
Nad's voice was filled with electromagnetic explosions.
He fired again, cycling from shot to shot, and he saw the enemies too.
They crawl on the wall like spiders. The linked metal limbs replace the arms and legs. The head is raised on the neck made of steel rings. The weapon bay is connected from the back of the spine to a scorpion-like tail. Devices are being spent, and there are dozens of them.
"I saw you!"
Axel's voice came.
"I have some targets."
The flash of fire lit up the passage beyond, flickering as shrapnel tore through the air.
Soshyan also fired again, firing three rounds. Four balls of metal and flesh exploded. He glanced over his shoulder. Axel was ten meters away, stuck between the wall and a group of machines. He moved toward the distance. Soshyan's nearest aliens were firing.
"Hey!"
He was still in the mood to shout through the communication between battles.
“At least we found the enemy this time.”
Soshiyan also laughed.
In the cacophony of battle noises, boltguns roared, chainswords roared, the battle-brothers roared angrily at their enemies through the loudspeakers in their helmets.
The sound is always the same.
The bolters roared, the chainswords roared, and the Astartes shouted their fury.
He shouted those words that were engraved in the deepest part of his brain, those words that would soon become the value of his life to him.
And now, he and his brothers shouted loudly, words that he had not thought about, words that he had not felt.
For the Emperor!
(End of this chapter)