Chapter 1165 Heart of the Night
When Talos is not training new recruits, he spends most of his time in the huge independent cabin assigned to him by Soshyan, which contains his personal arsenal and bedroom. , and even has an independent training ground, and his treatment is almost as good as that of the Chapter Leader himself.
But there are some rumors circulating among the Chapter's servants, claiming that the mysterious captain's cabin is as dark as a cave all year round, and the thermostatic system maintains a low temperature for a long time.
It is so dark and profound that few servants are willing to approach it unless absolutely necessary.
Talos was sitting on the base of a statue as always. He was bare-chested, revealing pale skin and scars all over it. He was holding a bone-like object in his hand and was carving it.
He was surrounded by various sculptures, all of which were human heads the size of a palm, each one lifelike.
Some are a little unruly, some are cruel, some are crazy, some are sad -
There are hundreds of them.
Suddenly, the doorbell of the cabin rang.
“The door is unlocked.”
The door opened, and a figure walked in gently. The originally dim lights in the cabin became brighter because of the intruder.
"Is something wrong?"
Talos did not raise his head, still focusing on his carving.
“There are some problems.”
Sablin stood more than twenty meters away from Talos. He was wearing daily training clothes, and there was still sweat on his forehead and hair. It was obvious that Just finished training.
"Then say it."
Sabrin looked hesitant. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, and then said:
"Even Commander, I have been checking the Eighth Legion's information in the archives these days."
Talos is still carving, the expression on his face unchanged.
“Oh, I got it.”
"Well, company commander, don't you want to ask me why I did this?"
"I would have said even if I didn't ask you, it's not your character to be meandering."
Sabulin said from He breathed a sigh of relief, then found a stone and sat on it.
"Company Commander, why did you join the Astral Knights?"
"Because Soshyan saved my life."
"That's all?"
"Let's get right to the point, I guess you're not here to care about me."
"My Eighth Legion. Us"
Sabu Lin seemed unable to form words for a while. After hesitating for a long time, he scratched his hair with both hands in frustration.
In the end, he only said three words.
"Why?"
A mocking smile appeared on Talos's face. He struck it quickly with the carving knife a few more times, then raised the carving in his hand and looked at the light for a moment.
This is a face that is mixed with arrogance and ferocity, as well as subtle cunning. It is also Talos’s former superior, ‘Supreme’ Vandrod.
"There are not so many reasons. I chose you, so you became the Children of the Night. It's that simple."
Putting the statue aside, Talos picked up a new engraved statue. material.
"But we-"
Sablin put his hands on his chest excitedly. He just stood up a little, then slowly sat back on the stone, shaking his head weakly.
".We are the descendants of traitors."
"Traitors?"
Talos raised his eyebrows and looked at him sternly.
"You yourself consider yourself a traitor?"
"But... what the Night Lords did."
"I know you met that boy Amon, so now I ask You, are you willing to be associated with something like that?"
Sablin shook his head vigorously.
“Unwilling.”
"Why, isn't he logically your blood brother?" "I hate him, I hate him in my heart. I didn't become an Astartes to become that kind of thing!"
"So why do you think you are a traitor?"
"But after all, doesn't our chapter leader violate imperial laws by doing this?"
Taros smiled slightly.
"The Holy Code of Astartes only stipulates the number of people and equipment, but it does not mandate that a battle group can only be composed of one type of gene seed."
"Ah this——"
Sa Brin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this seemed to be the case.
He was a little confused for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"But if the Tribunal"
"Our chapter leader seems to care about the people of the Tribunal?"
"That's true"
Sabrin thought for a while and suddenly caught an important point.
"If the Chapter Master doesn't care, why should we be a secret company?"
Talos stopped what he was doing.
"Ah, that's right. He has concerns after all, but these concerns will soon disappear, and you will be able to appear openly in front of other companies."
"Really."< br>
Sablin lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Company Commander. Then why do you train us like this? Wouldn't it be nice to make us the same as other battle brothers of the Astral Knights? Since you abandoned the old legion, why do you want us to become peaceful? They are the same."
"You think you are the same as them?"
Sabourin nodded.
".Some aspects."
"Then what do you think caused the Night Lord to become like this?"
Sabrin thought for a moment, and then used ten points to He replied in an uncertain tone:
“Is it because of the madness of the original body?”
"What else?"
"The problem of troop sources?"
Taros smiled and shook his head.
"But you neither saw the Primarch nor were you born from Nostrahm."
".But our pattern of action."
"Fear is a weapon."
Taros suddenly interrupted Sabourin.
"I once taught you this. Do you think this sentence was taught to the Legion by the Primarch?"
"Isn't it?"
Talos again Shaked his head.
"This was spoken before the return of the Primarch. It was taught by the Emperor to the Eighth Legion."
"This—"
"Many Legions are trying to find the Primarch and his home. The world will change after that, but not the Eighth Legion. Of all the legions, we are the ones who have changed the least since the return of the Primarch. Of course, the changes are there, but they are just subtle. With the Nostrahm descendants The number of new recruits exceeded that of the old Terrans, and Nostraman became the language of the Eighth Legion. Twisted runes and snake-like sentences spread within the legion, and the temperament of the legion gradually became gloomy and dark, possessing a certain A cruel sense of humor, and a bitter and vicious fatalism. New traditions were adopted within the Legion, morbidly depicting Nostram gang rituals and customs, such as painting the gauntlets of convicted Legionnaires blood red, Indicating that they are facing a death sentence, many high-ranking officials of the Legion have begun to use honorary titles conventionally. This is also the cultural inheritance of the noble court of Nostram and the aesthetics of horror. Although these changes are obvious, they have not touched the essence of the Eighth Legion. .”
Sablin blinked as he listened.
"Essence. What is the essence of the Eighth Legion?"
"Essentially a barbaric weapon, Curze's return only transformed the Legion's justice into a strong desire for punishment. Their fighting style has not changed, and the fusion of Terran and Nostramu warriors is the key to all Legions. The fastest among them, the old and new legions are like the two sides of a silver coin. Why do you think it is?"
Sablin shook his head.
"Then let me tell you a story."
(End of this chapter)