Chapter 514 Blood Friendship
Vladimir Pew was taller than most of the warriors present. He was not wearing a helmet and showed a stern face.
His head is shaved clean, with a gold and silver scar dotted on it. The long years of war have left many marks on his face. Just a glance can tell that he has fought. A long, long time.
Vladimir Pew was a determined man and never left behind as long as there was an expedition, preferring to lead his troops personally rather than cower in the rear.
Although he is not an inspiring leader, he is still as capable of formulating rigorous plans as any Chapter Master in the history of the Emperor's Fists, but there are some things that only Lysander and others know. That is, Vladimir Pew had his taste buds removed as atonement for the loss of one hundred and seventy Space Marines killed or wounded in a horrific battle he commanded.
It is also worth noting that
Pew was granted a seat on the Council of the High Lords of Terra, although he did not believe he could receive this honor.
He is a warrior with countless honors and a high degree of humility, but only a few of the Emperor's Fists know that not all of their Chapter Master's scars were left on the battlefield, some In fact, it was Pugh himself who inflicted corporal punishment on himself to remember the battle brothers who had fallen under his command.
To put it simply, Vladimir Pugh is a person who attaches great importance to blood ties. He not only cherishes the Imperial Fists, but also cherishes every descendant of Dorne.
“Everyone is here.”
When he spoke, the Imperial Fists Chapter Master's voice was strong yet deep.
Even compared to the unparalleled Imperial Guards in the Palace of Terra, the control Vladimir Pugh has developed over his body is astonishing - he is simply like a statue, unyielding. Every facial muscle is in complete stillness until action requires a response.
“Isn’t it agreed yet?”
Pew lowered his head and asked,
An official in the rally, a woman wearing a green robe, Bearing the symbol of the Chief Astropath, she lowered her shaved head in apology.
"I've asked the Mars delegation for more, and they're not willing to let go."
Pugh nodded.
"How many exactly?"
"Five, my lord, depending on the work of the apothecary, maybe six."
Lysander immediately understood that they were discussing What.
Dreadnought husks, there has been little demand for them over the centuries, and only a few exist in the cold depths of the Phalanx armory.
But this time Lysander's reconnaissance operation caused a lot of casualties. Most of the wounds caused by Tyranid's biological weapons were very horrific, so the demand for the sacred sarcophagus increased sharply.
In normal times, the transformation process would last several months. They would need to send an application to Mars, then conduct a series of complicated favor transactions, and have enough time for the specially-made personal walker unit to be the recipient. The unique brain pulse grid is carefully prepared.
However, these are not normal times, and many fighters have no time to delay.
“I will communicate with the Foundry General personally.”
The Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists said without any emotion.
"What do they want in return?"
"That's the problem, they heard it. There were a lot of battle droids in the New Badab War."
>Pew's expression showed no tremor.
“I already know.”
Then he turned to Lysander.
“You brought bad but useful news to the empire, brother.”
“To be honest, the process of this mission was really bad. We didn’t have much time to prepare. In the middle There is also interference from the Tau and Eldar."
Lysander replied sullenly.
“Let’s put these things down first.”
Pugh didn't show much expression.
"Lysander, you have met the Soshyan Chapter Commander, right."
Lysander nodded, he already knew about the New Badab War, It has to be said that he didn't even believe the authenticity of this incident at first because it was so incredible.
But as more news came, Lysander finally accepted the fact——
The broken Astral Knights actually succeeded in surprise attack on the red pirate's lair and won the victory. An unprecedented victory!
"He is a young man with great potential, an excellent leader and warrior."
"Oh? I have never received such an evaluation from you, even within this Chapter. It seems that you really I admire him very much.”
Vladimir Pugh smiled for the first time today.
"Do you remember the last time you went to Obsidian Fortress, how many warriors were left in the Astral Knights?" "Thirty-three people, all new recruits, plus an ancient fearless."
"Thirty-three people."
Pugh recited the number twice thoughtfully, and then changed the subject.
“What do you think about their alliance with other warbands?”
“It is not the first time that the Adeptus Astartes establish a brotherly alliance to watch and help each other. Times, and facing the Red Pirates, if we don't unite, how can one battle group win? I don't think there is any problem with this matter, at least the result proves that it is not a wrong decision."
"But. Some people in the High Lords Council didn't think so. They cited the example of the Red Corsair's predecessor, the Star Claw, and they also attacked the Weeper to interrupt the Atonement Crusade privately."
"Well, those insects don't like anything."
Lysander muttered, then his expression turned angry.
“If they have so many dissatisfactions, why don’t they go and solve it in person instead of sitting in a huge palace and complaining.”
“Captain Lysander, Don’t say meaningless angry words.”
Vladimir Pugh interrupted Lysander’s subsequent complaint.
"This matter has come to an end. More than half of the members of the High Lords Council agree that this victory should be rewarded. The specific reward proposal is still being formulated. I can only tell you so much."
< br>"They finally did something."
As he said this, Lysander's expression relaxed. He had even guessed that his chapter leader should also be involved in this political game. Yes, but in what way and means, no one can know.
"Let everyone disperse, Lysander, you stay, I have a task to give to you alone."
Others bowed one after another, and then stepped back to continue their work.
When only Pew and Lysander were left in the hall, the seriousness of the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists began to fade.
"There has been more and more bad news recently."
Hearing the gravity in Pew's tone, Lysander also sighed.
“Yes.”
“We are all old, and the future of the empire needs to be guarded by a new generation of heroes.”
Vladimir Pugh looked at Lysander with burning eyes.
“I know you are tired, but you are the most suitable for this mission.”
Lysander had already guessed what his mission was, so he grinned and replied easily:
"This is not a task. Tell me what you want me to bring him."
"Well, when you see Soshiyang, you must tell him, although The high lords will no longer pursue their private alliance formation, but they will definitely send out monitors. He must be mentally prepared, not too angry, and not too suspicious. He only needs to find a few experienced bureaucrats to deal with it. This matter will not cause too many obstacles to their career.”
"Well, I remember, what else?"
"The Feast of Blades will be held in five years, and I hope that the Astral Knights can also come to participate."
"This Is it a formal invitation?”
“Yes, you can just send the invitation to Soshiyang in my name.”
“I understand.”
"Also, after you get there, see if there are any problems with their troop replenishment. If there are difficulties with the transformation surgery and gene seeds, tell them that they will be provided with certain support as soon as possible. It may not be possible. It's more, but it's still enough to restore a company."
"Oh, you are really generous this time, what about the end?"
"Well, this incident can be regarded as the previous one. It's part of the price of the deal. Lysander, you have to bring representatives from Mars with you this time. They are very interested in the Astral Knights' combat robots. I only agreed to take the lead. As for how they negotiate with the Astral Knights, we I’m not responsible, but you can talk to Soshyan in advance and tell him that if Mars’ attitude is too tough, then the Imperial Fist will be his strongest backing.”
The smile on Lysander’s face. More and more enthusiastic.
"It seems you really value him."
Vladimir Pugh also laughed.
“He has served for less than a hundred years, but with such courage and ability, he will definitely grow into a pillar of the empire in the future, just like Lord Dante of the Blood Angels in the past. We old guys , There is not much that can be done. One more day is worth fighting for the emperor. Since there is such a good seedling, it won’t take much effort to reach out to cover it.”
“Okay, then I will. When will we set off?"
"In three days."
(End of this chapter)