Chapter 587 Feast of Blades
Standard Terra Calendar, 932.M41
Solar Sector, Invite System, Invite Prime, Dorn Square
In the Imperial Fist Before their home star was officially identified as Terra, their home star had always been Invite, a cold world with a huge ice cap. The hive of this planet was also called the Ice and Snow Hive, like a towering snow mountain.
The great primarch of the Imperial Fists and the guardian of the Empire, Rogal Dorn landed in this ice world and was raised by a member of the Ice Clan in the Frozen Hive.
This man was the patriarch of the House of Dorne, and soon became Dorne's grandfather, teaching him many military strategies and survival skills.
Even after he discovered that he was not related to his "grandfather", Dorn still cherished his memory, and it was rumored that the Primarch kept a fur-trimmed robe of the patriarch, which he wore with him every day. It sleeps in its own bed together.
In the end, Dorne became not only the leader of his clan, but also the leader of the entire world and the surrounding star fields, ruling the Inwit galaxy as the emperor of the Dorne family.
The Blade Feast originated from a competitive event between the Invit clan, so the first Blade Feast was held on Invit, and this has been the case for all subsequent events.
Even though the original body has gone away and the Imperial Fists' home planet has become Holy Terra, this tradition has not been abandoned. In the huge arena known as Dorne Square, every hundred years , the heirs of Dorne will gather together to talk about the friendship of blood.
Dorn Square is located in the center of the central plateau of Invite. It was once the fortress of the Imperial Fists in the past, and now a small team has been stationed here for a long time.
But today, this place is busier than ever.
After a hundred years, the 84th Feast of Blades kicked off——
Dorn Square is a large oval arena with a granite floor as smooth as a mirror, like an ancient royal astrologer Shining like opal.
Around the square, huge torches filled with promethium fuel were burning, and the blazing flames reflected the sky red.
In the center of the square is a 500-meter-long and 100-meter-wide competition area, which is now divided into many small competition arenas for future use.
The competition format of the Feast of Blades is very simple. It starts with the qualifying round, so the contestants then draw an enemy and engage in a one-on-one duel. The warriors represent their respective battle groups.
Initially, the Feast of Blades only had twelve warbands participating regularly, but after the Beast Wars, as the number of sub-chambers continued to increase, the Feast of Blades also canceled the original quota limit and changed it to thirty-two warbands. .
Theoretically any sub-chapter of the Imperial Fists can come to participate in the feast, but usually the warbands participating in the feast are determined ten years before it starts. After all, most of the time, the various warbands are scattered. It is not easy to gather thirty-two battle groups from all over the galaxy.
The Feast of Blades has also changed the original competition system, adding a qualifier, and 16 warriors were selected through the qualifier to participate in the official competition.
After that comes the top 8, semi-finals, and finals.
All opponents are drawn at random, and the winner will not only receive the title of Blade Champion and the Blade Medal, but his or her Chapter will also receive the protection of the holy relic Sebatus Sword for a hundred years.
Dorn broke his first sword at his knee after failing to protect the Emperor when he landed on the Horus Battleship, and the Sword of Sebatus was the one he would use thereafter. The second one, in the Battle of the Iron Cage, Dorne appeared on the battlefield wielding this sword, so the Sword of Sebatus is considered to be one of the most revered holy objects left by Dorne.
“What a big scene.”
Walking in one of the many passages in the square, Soshyan sighed sincerely.
At this moment, he was wearing a suit of finely crafted power armor that symbolized the status of the chapter leader, a helmet with flame patterns, his chest was covered with medals and ribbons, and he was wearing a short silver-gray cloak.
Behind him were twenty-one Honor Guards wearing Terminator armor, and to his left was Ustad with a calm face.
Overhead, hundreds of transport ships are suspended in the low altitude, their roaring engines resisting the ruthless pull of the planet's gravity. Their role is to act as temporary transportation vehicles when needed, and to use themselves as loudspeakers. part of.
As far as Soshyan knows, all the thirty-two battle groups that accepted the invitation sent people to participate in this event. Each battle group’s exclusive viewing platform had its own battle flag or flag in the center. The emblems together form a dizzying ocean.
The Astral Knights were among the last troops to land, and now the entire continent is as hot as a blacksmith's furnace. Only the greatest beings in the galaxy can inspire such reverence.
This will be a unique event. The Terminators gathered Soshyan in the center and crossed the mirror-like ground.
“I haven’t seen so many legionnaires in many years.”
Suddenly, Talos’s voice of astonishment rang out from the communicator.
Soshiyang had no plan to take him with him. After all, if a Night Lord was suddenly discovered in this place, it would be no joke.
But he couldn't stand Talos's insistence and insisted on coming to see the "big scene". In addition, he was not sure about leaving this prophet in the battle group after he left, so he could only put together a set of Terminators for Talos to wear. Go up and make three chapters.
Conversing with people outside the warband is not allowed.
No showing of face allowed.
Not allowed to leave Soshyan's sight.
Talos readily agreed, and Soshyan had no choice but to bring a Night Lord to the Holy Land of the Imperial Fists.
Along the way, Soshyan kept praying in his heart, hoping that the emperor could forgive him for his ridiculous behavior.
"And it's nice that it's not all yellow. I hate yellow, it dazzles my eyes."
"Stop talking."
After saying that, Soshiyang looked towards the flags , he knows most of them, but a few are relatively unfamiliar to him. After all, the Imperial Fists has many sub-groups, second only to the Ultramarines. There are currently at least two hundred Imperial Fists sub-groups active in the galaxy.
The more famous ones here include: Black Templars, Celestial Lions Chapter, Crimson Fists Chapter, Death Assault Chapter, Blamer Chapter, Executioners Chapter, Fire Lords Chapter, Chapter of the Invaders, Chapter of the Iron Champions, Chapter of the Knights of Dorne, Chapter of the Conquerors, Chapter of the White Templars, Chapter of the Hammers of Dorne, and many more.
Among them, the Invader Chapter and the Astral Knights participated in the World Engine War twenty years ago.
As far as the eye can see, thousands of Astartes occupied the viewing platforms around the square, preparing for their next competition.
Although there were many people, it was not very noisy. The sons of Dorne showed strong discipline and never spoke loudly unless necessary.
But a sense of tension caused by the pride and arrogance of soldiers still filled the surroundings. This situation is quite common when warriors connected by blood gather together.
Each Dornish scion looked at his brothers, identifying those who were the strongest, the proudest, or the bravest.
Especially those group champions who want to participate in the competition, their eyes are particularly sharp, and they are always screening the opponents they think are the strongest.
At this time, Soshyan felt that Ustad's breathing became a little faster beside him. He turned his head and said softly:
"Don't be nervous, teach Instructor Sol to you. It’s enough to show off your skills, we focus on participation.”
Ustad has officially served for less than fifty years. Although he has barely escaped the category of recruits, he still has a long way to go before he becomes a veteran. The champions of the war group were all elite warriors who had served for more than a hundred years, which put a lot of psychological pressure on him.
So it’s not surprising to feel nervous.
"Yes, Chapter Commander."
A forced smile appeared on Ustad's face, but his breathing gradually calmed down.
(End of this chapter)