Chapter 1379: Theory of the Original Body
On the berth of the Port of Lost Souls, the Lost Word is floating quietly, with magnetic locks attached to both sides.
Before Khayon left, he had announced an order that no one except the Space Marines would be allowed to leave the Lost Word. On the one hand, it was for the safety of the ship, and on the other hand, it was also for the sake of the personnel. safety, but this way everyone will seem a little idle.
On the bridge, some people lowered their heads to deal with their own affairs, and you could also see three or five people huddled together talking, and some people just sat on chairs, dozing off or drinking coffee - alcohol is prohibited during duty , coffee is the only drink provided.
Above the bridge, the space belonging to the Space Marines was filled with smoke and the sound of conversation. An old player played some slow-paced soft music from the old era. A man with an iron chin The board's servitors were wiping the railings ineffectively, managing to remove the few stains that were not yet blurred.
The music floating around was melodious and soothing. It was a famous imperial song composed by a famous musician from the Apostasy Era, called "Happy Emperor's Ascension Day Mr. Sebastian".
"Talos, do you think it is possible for the Fourteenth Legion to break through the defenses of the Dark Eldar."
Soshiyan said and waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him. These were all from Talos. The cigar in your mouth.
Talos doesn’t have many hobbies, and he doesn’t often drink. He only likes tobacco.
Soshyan was not stingy with him, supplying Talos with the best and most expensive tobacco in the empire, but Soshyan himself did not like the taste very much.
"I can't tell."
Talos said, finishing his cup in an instant and signaling the servitor for two more cups.
"But don't underestimate Mortarion. He was a big trouble back then, and now that he has become a demon prince, it will only become more troublesome."
"You have seen him with your own eyes before. "
Soshyan also pushed his empty glass aside.
"Before I turned into a demon prince."
"I have seen him, but it was far, far away. He must have at least not seen me."
"I thought the Eighth Legion had always been Very isolated.”
“Not really. The situation in the Great Crusade was much more complicated than what is recorded in history. After Mortarion returned, he only established friendship with two brothers, one of whom was Horus. , the other is Coz.
“Huh? This is really strange, why? Horus, I understand, Curze—"
"Who knows, maybe it's the sympathy of a pessimist? Anyway, the Mortarion I know only has a close relationship with these two primarchs, and his relationship with other primarchs is very poor, especially Magnu Si, and he has also had conflicts with many Primarchs, such as Guilliman, Corax, Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan and Fulgrim - Perturabo seems to be rumored to have a good relationship with him. Okay, but both of them have good moral character, and at most they are in harmony with each other."
"It seems that he is indeed quite annoying."
"On the one hand, on the other hand, he is very kind. On the one hand, he is too close to Horus, and it is easy for people to have the illusion that he is actually loyal to his brother Horus rather than his father. It is rumored that several primarchs have fought against the Emperor. The more famous ones are Guilliman and Corax."
"Your information is surprisingly well-informed."
"I used to be a legion pharmacist. Because of the recovery of corpses on the battlefield, we often need to travel to other legions.”
"I'm a little curious, what do you think of this original body?"
The servitor quickly filled their wine glasses, Talos took a deep breath, and then blew out a smoke ring.
"What do you think? If we had to rank the disgustingness of the original body, then Angron would be number one, and he would be number two. Of course, they are all positive numbers."
“It seems that you have a strong opinion of him.”
Soshiyang shook his head with a smile, took out a few large ice cubes from the box on the side, and poured them into his In the wine glass, the two are almost equally divided. "I can ignore the irritability of Angron, endure the madness of Curze, despise the arrogance of Fulgrim, laugh at the ignorance of Lorgar, but Mortarion I just can’t stand this hypocritical, stupid, and inferior person.”
Soshyan smiled, touched Talos's glass with his, and took a sip.
"What do you mean?"
Taros put the cigar on the ashtray aside, then took a sip and moistened his throat.
“You know about the Council of Nicaea.”
"I know."
"At that meeting, there were two primarchs who directly stood up to criticize Magnus. One was Russ and the other was Mortarion. Both of them were He is notoriously averse to psykers, but there are still psykers in the Space Wolves. Everyone thinks that Russ has some double standards, but there are indeed no psykers in Mortarion's Death Army. Everyone thinks that he A staunch anti-psyker, he claims to be so. "I understand, but he turns out to be a warp creature."
"So his hypocrisy is difficult. Without being disgusting, given Mortarion's vehement hatred of psykers, sorcerers, and occult phenomena, many felt it was in his own interest to join Horus's faction and align himself with the forces of Chaos. Even those estranged heirs did not think Mortarion would fall so quickly, let alone use this power to further his own goals. But the fact is that he was almost the first to fall. The body, and the degree of depravity is still so deep, the entire legion has become a cesspool of psychic and subspace power."
Soshiyang looked up at him.
"What about his power?"
Taros sighed.
“I know how powerful a demon primarch is, and you know it too. No matter how many shit they do, they are still the primarch. Once they become demons, their destructive power will be even greater. It will grow exponentially. During the Great Rebellion, I also witnessed several battles of the original body. To be honest, just me, you, and Khayon can kill a warband at will in the Eye of Terror, but in the eyes of a demon, With the primarch, our chances of winning are very low, with the exception of Magnus. You and Khayon should be able to torture it at will."
"Well, it seems we'd better not meet him. ”
Soshyan drank all the wine in the glass, and the servitor then walked up and silently filled another glass.
Suddenly, Soshyan laughed.
"Taros, do we look nothing like Space Marines now?"
After hearing this, Talos also laughed.
“Ha, I know better than you what a Space Marine should look like, not to mention...who dares to conclude that the earliest Space Marines were not a bunch of mohawks who smoked, drank and molested women every day? What? The dust called history has buried too many things. To us in the past, today's Space Marines were just a group of weird religious knights. You understand."
"Well...the earliest Space Marines. , Indeed, now the empire should have no relevant records of the various legions before the return of the original body."
Talos put down his glass and changed the subject.
"Soshyan, why are you so interested in the Fourteenth Army today?"
"Because I have a hunch that we may run into them, no, or there is a high probability that we will have to run into them. After all, you’ve seen them, haven’t you?”
“Seeing them doesn’t necessarily mean we’re going to run into them.”
“That said, what’s the record about the Fourteenth Legion? So much less than other rebel legions? I can even see a lot of records of the Eighth Legion in the chapter's archives, while the records of the Fourteenth Legion in the Great Crusade are almost blank."
(End of this chapter)