Chapter 96: Association
"What I want to teach you is not just the technique of controlling power, it is also a fighting philosophy and a concept."
Saul pointed to the line he wrote Word.
“They are, concentration, humility, self-control, and the last and most important one, tolerance.”
“Are these the necessary qualities of a warrior, instructor?”
Farzad suddenly spoke. Although Armin on the side poked him hard, he blocked the opponent's hand with his arm.
"Why should we show tolerance to our enemies? Those who seek to erode the Empire deserve neither tolerance nor mercy."
Thor smiled at Farzad; Like an abandoned church, although there is only a sacred void, it still retains a part of its former glory.
"You will fight many people and slaughter entire worlds at the behest of your Chapter Master, and you will do so willingly...eventually, you may want to kill everything Living creatures, but you must also know when to stop."
He seemed to recall something and sighed slightly.
"But on the other hand, you are right, child. No one who dares to resist the Emperor of Man deserves our forgiveness!"
"In this case, why should we show our enemies Tolerance? "
"You are still too young and naive, and you always take things for granted. Tolerance is not reserved for our enemies, but for ourselves. "
Saul. Then his voice rose.
"In the past, the art of war taught by your instructors will save your own lives and the lives of millions of others, but the skills I am going to teach you will save your souls... By fighting against The control of details and the writing skills of the brush will allow you to fight against the beast hidden in your heart.”
Some warriors already understood the concept that Thor wanted to convey, and their expressions became solemn instead of the previous confusion.
“You all look like warriors, but inside you are still just children who have mastered the power of the gods. Without strong self-control, the gifts given to you by the Emperor will be useless, because you cannot control them. It! So, these lessons will be as important as the combat skills you will learn later, or even more important to some extent, do you understand?"
The recruits nodded in reply to him.
“Good, so now, choose a seat, choose well, because you will be sitting in the same seat for a long time... The first class is always the most difficult, if you don’t If you can pass it, you will not be able to pass any subsequent courses.”
The recruits chose their seats at will, and they really have no reason to prefer a particular seat.
Sol waited for them all to sit down, and then said:
"Class begins now."
He said and picked up the pen from before.
Time flies so fast, a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the battleship is still sailing in subspace.
Four weeks after the writing class, the recruits began the combat course.
They eagerly learned the skills taught by Sol, but most of them still preferred wielding the tip of the knife to practicing calligraphy, with only one exception.
The squad leader Ustad, who has always been unknown, showed that his favorite course is still the pen practice course.
He is deeply interested in the control of this subtle power.
His practice was very formal at first, but as his mind gradually mastered the new technique, he soon received permission to express himself freely.
The squad leader's font has become different from other soldiers, more independent and unrestrained, just like the waves hidden in his calm heart.
His fonts became flowing, eclectic, and even a bit out of line.
But since the combat course started, he suddenly became very depressed and his writing became messy.
“Ustad.”
Hearing someone calling him, the squad leader raised his head.
He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice that Thor had walked to him.
"Why are you sitting so still?"
"I was planning to silently write the first volume of the Codex Astartes, but... for some reason, I always get upset when I write the tenth word. Confused. "
Saul picked up Ustad's writing board and then made a sound of approval. "Well written, you are very talented, they will gradually appear with the training you receive."
"Talent..."
Ustad's voice deepened.
Actually, even if everyone doesn’t say it, he knows very well that he is the worst among the three team captains. He has no extraordinary skills and no outstanding record. Everything is just due to the comparison of the time he served. morning.
If there was a better choice, he would never become the squad leader.
This kind of thought has been bothering him since a long time ago.
He once wanted to show his strengths to others, but found that there seemed to be nothing to show. He was such a person with a weak sense of existence.
Not that gregarious either.
“No, recruit, I see your potential. Your self-control and humility are above all others. This is a valuable asset. It may not allow you to defeat the enemy on the outside battlefield. But it can give you the upper hand in the inner battle."
Saul looked around, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered to Ustad:
"Follow me, right away."
Although he was a little at a loss, Ustad followed Thor towards the church on the upper deck.
After entering the church, he was taken to a cubicle. From the observation hole, which was only one palm wide, he could see the gorgeous void outside.
Geller's stance enveloped the entire battleship like a layer of soap bubbles, separating it from the sinister subspace outside.
Through the light-colored shield, Ustad looked at the twisted nebula and the wriggling asteroid belt.
Suddenly, the door behind him opened with a sound.
Ustad's strengthened eyes immediately adapted to the dark environment in the room. Holy and fearless Brother Said was standing in the middle of the door, Chapter Master Soshyan stood on his right side, and Priest Yazdan Shahinyan is on his left.
For some reason, the two top leaders of the war group were wearing silver-gray cloaks with a burning black sun printed on them, which looked a bit mysterious.
"Ustad, come to me."
A voice came from the Dauntless speaker.
Ustad immediately walked to him and knelt down on one knee.
“Your Majesty.”
"Ustad, you need to make an oath. Everything you hear and see today will become an eternal secret until we think we can let it be exposed."
"If you have a heart. Doubts, but leave now."
"I swear, my lord! Everything I have seen and heard will be taken to the grave."
Ustad lifted up. The priest stepped forward and placed his heavy gauntlet on his head.
"I believe you, get up and follow me."
Ustad followed a Dreadnought and two Chapter Leaders through the center of the church to the cross-shaped room at the top of the church.
The end points of the four branches of the room are made in the shape of the back of a skull. In the middle of the room is an altar with a human-faced monster badge with wings on it. The dome above it is a hundred meters long. high.
Other than that, there is nothing else in this vast space.
"Ustad, you better prepare to witness the future of the Chapter."
With Brother Said's voice, a secret emerged from the altar, and the body of the young recruit Then I couldn't stop shaking...
(End of this chapter)