Chapter 420 The Legacy of the Eighth Legion
Nivarus has awakened, but there is no war at the moment.
During his long service career, he learned many things, one of which was to control his anger and only explode when needed.
It was not needed at the moment, so he controlled his anger.
He analyzes, scans, and judges.
After a few seconds, his judgment was as follows -
He was in his own iron coffin, and his iron coffin was waiting for transportation. What woke him up might just be the non-standard operations that occurred during the transportation process.
He was disappointed that there was no fighting at the moment.
He used the methods he learned to control his disappointment and his anger.
In addition, he realized that he also needed to control his anxiety.
Anxiety was similar to fear, and fear was a weapon he had used in the past but now firmly rejected.
Therefore, he was more anxious.
Nivarus was a soldier of the Eighth Legion and a company commander during his lifetime.
In the decades from when he received genetic modification to when he died in battle, he was fearless, not at all.
No matter what he faced, not even ultimate death itself, he never felt fear.
When he first spoke to the Tech-Priests after his death, they told him that things would change from now on - his remains were no longer viable, too much organic tissue had been vaporized, and he would no longer have the possessions a normal human would have. That kind of life.
However, due to his courage and dedication, as well as his suitable constitution, he will be given the honor of having his remains form the organic core of a half-mechanical, half-biological being.
He will become a fearless mecha.
As a human being of flesh and blood, Nivarus once thought that the Dreadnought was a cage.
Only those unlucky ones will be pulled back from the brink of death and placed into unrivaled war machines.
But as a son of the Eighth Legion, this kind of thing is not in line with their style and thinking. More often, they would rather die freely. Most of the Eighth Legion's fearless characters are punitive and coercive.
Dreadnoughts are an important component of the legion's combat effectiveness. They will also suffer battle damage, so when the iron coffin is available and suitable candidates appear on the battlefield, new mechas will be built. .
Nivarus also does not want to become fearless, but this is the original body's decision and he cannot go against it.
So, he is trapped in a box forever.
When he was initially undergoing the transformation, the Tech-Priest told him that he still needed to make some adjustments.
The first is mental adjustment.
Every Dreadnought, even the oldest ones, was once a novice, and they needed to change their past behavior as a healthy human being.
Secondly, the Tech-Priest said he would lose many things that are natural to the physical body, such as sleep.
Dauntless will only sleep when entering stasis, and he will experience - or he will not experience, long periods of dormancy, as they will ensure that he sleeps through most of his life, only when They only wake him up when he needs to go to war.
The Tech-Priest said this was to ease the pain.
All Dreadnoughts, once implanted in an iron coffin, will feel more or less constant pain.
The miserable remains were wrapped in a semi-mechanical and semi-organic net, connected to a conductive fiber system, and sealed in an armored iron coffin.
The analgesic methods Wuwei could accept during his lifetime are no longer possible, so he cannot suppress the pain.
For the same reason, Nivarus would experience emotions he had never experienced before - rage and rage.
Although the Dreadnought gives him devastating power, he will miss his mortal body.
He will hate his own death, regret his current situation, and have nothing else in his heart, until he hates this cold and empty second life.
In order to avoid this pain, pain and anger, he will spend a large part of his time in sleep.
They also said he could suffer from attacks of fear, especially early on.
The Tech-Priest explained that this was due to the massive changes he had undergone - his consciousness had been ripped away from the linear timeline of mortals that he could recognize or understand.
In fact, that long dormancy can be said to have separated him from time itself.
Fear is a concept that has nothing to do with space warriors. It is just a self-regulation of the mind for this extreme fate.
Nivarus will learn to control and exploit it, just like anger.
Eventually, the fear will disappear, and he will be as fearless as he was as a legionnaire.
But it takes time.
His hormones and biochemistry will be carefully and progressively adjusted, he will receive hypnotherapy and adaptive fine-tuning, and he will be tutored by his peers, those ancient holy fearless who have become accustomed to this strange fate.
he had asked the tech-priests.
"As a battle brother, although I am mortal, I will never give in. Now you say that I will feel fear? Then why do you call me fearless?"
"This is What we call anger."
The Tech Priest replied at that time:
"You will adjust. Sleep will help. Start the hibernation process."
"Wait! Wait!"
This was Nivarus's last conversation with the Tech-Priest.
After that, he officially became a glorious Dreadnought in the Eighth Legion, using the Contemptor model exosuit. They woke him many times afterwards.
In Istvan, in Samara, in Saguarsa...
There were too many places and too many enemies. He couldn't remember exactly where he had been or who he had fought. He only remembered that his shell had changed again and again.
Almost all the Dreadnoughts of his generation have perished. Only he was lucky enough to survive and became the oldest Dreadnought of the Eighth Legion.
But for him, that's all.
When he woke up for the last time, Nivarus probably only remembered that he was fighting a group of red-armored enemies on the lower deck of the Cursed Echo.
According to the numbers on his built-in timer, he has been dormant for two years.
In the past two years, what he had most was the same dream, a dream about murder. Maybe it was not a dream, but a memory of his past.
The sun shines through the clouds over the vibrant Piammon city of Irabat.
On the crowded streets, people looked up with the thunderous sound.
The low-hanging clouds over the city were dyed rich amber.
The Stormstone, their flagship, took form in dazzling glory.
News of the war spread across the sky, and as their protectors rode off to meet the invaders, every Piammon prayed for their continued freedom.
Suddenly, a deafening sound came from the flagship, the trees swayed, and newspapers flew into the air.
When the heroes of the Battle of Storm Rock triumphed, such a horn sounded on Piamon. This was the sound of victory, and it was a voice that every man and woman in Piamon kept in mind.
Cheers erupted from the city as they heard the call for victory again.
People began to celebrate, the invaders had been driven away, and the future of Piammon belonged to the Piammon people themselves.
At this time, something fell on the ground.
At a corner, people suddenly stopped their carnival. They stretched their necks and looked at their compatriots blocked at the intersection.
Something fell from the sky, smearing blood and flesh on the rocks.
Soon, another thing fell, and the cheering suddenly stopped, replaced by a sudden alarm.
Then another...and another...
The crowd began to scream, and they looked up one after another. Everyone's faces were distorted with fear and confusion, and a crimson cloud was sloping down from the Storm Rock.
More bodies fell and the citizens fled.
They panicked and trampled under their feet those compatriots who could not dodge.
A woman screamed as a body hit the roof of her car, its skinless face staring straight at her.
Corpses, skinless corpses falling like rain, and the laughter of the Night King——
"Brother Nivarus."
A voice revived him, but there was no fighting at the moment.
He analyzes, scans, and judges.
The locator system read the information from the thinking space and told him that his iron coffin was in an unfamiliar space.
He guessed why he was awakened.
Is it a non-standard operation? The stevedore shook his iron coffin? Tarui and Formont were not far from him, in stasis in their iron coffins.
Is he misplaced? Or was it some kind of abnormal waste code that caused the fibrosis and activation of his thinking system?
Nivarus didn't know, and there seemed to be no Tech-Priests nearby.
Is this normal?
He feels trapped, he feels anxious, and then fear sets in.
Later, Nivarus noticed that the dormant systems were trying to drag him back into his own slumber. They were trying to free him from the pain and anger.
Nivarus suddenly remembered what he wanted to say to the Tech-Priest.
They were wrong.
What fearlessness fears is not pain.
But silence, nothingness, sleep.
It's the kind of confinement that can't be escaped.
"Brother Nivarus."
The voice became clearer, and then his visual system was activated externally, and a face, a strange and familiar face, appeared in front of him .
This is a cunning but determined face. The lightning-shaped scar at the corner of his mouth makes this man seem to be always smiling strangely.
He remembered this face, but his brain was very confused.
"Captain Nivarus."
The voice is clearer, the face is more familiar, and the memory comes with it.
"1. First Company Commander Yago Savitarion."
He finally recovered his memory.
I also know why I woke up.
(End of this chapter)