Chapter 1387: The Exterminator Warband
In the dark webway, a mottled battleship is gliding. It was once a cruiser named the Eternal Disintegration belonging to the Word Bearers Legion, but now it is Belongs to a new owner and has a new name -
The Sophist.
Although the interior of the battleship was brightly lit, in a conference room attached to the bridge, everything seemed gloomy and dim.
The light sinks into the black and non-reflective walls, floors and ceilings, as if it had never been there. Even the Space Marines who fill a lot of space with their huge size do not provide much relief or light. , their armor only added to the depressive feeling in the atmosphere.
The only shining point is the right pauldron of each Space Marine, which shows a three-headed serpent with its head raised and breathing.
Silence is as conspicuous as a shadow. The Space Marines maintain perfect silence when standing or sitting. They neither ignore each other nor communicate with each other. Even their comrades seem to be constantly alert, but It will not be threatening or disrespectful.
The atmosphere was filled with respect, but also with hints of suspicion and cynicism.
This is the culture of the Alpha Legion. Since the beginning of the Great Crusade, they have always been shrouded in fog. Even those who know them best do not dare to claim to know their most basic structure.
After the Great Rebellion, the Alpha Legion fell apart. Everyone was running for their own goals, but there were always some leaders who were able to gather their own believers through their personal charm and use powerful oaths to unite these mysterious warriors united.
But even so, commanding a group of Alpha warriors is still one of the most severe challenges a leader may face in this life. It not only means that he must always pay attention to whether his subordinates are still the same people - this is just The simplest part,
You still have to resolve the confusing doctrines and ideas among the Alpha factions, and you have to carefully explain the deep-rooted, deep-rooted differences between the two statements of "fighting for the Emperor" and "fighting for the Legion". A fundamental conflict of ideas.
This situation is also deeply related to the culture of the Alpha Legion era. Compared with other legions, the Alpha Legion has a very special and even bizarre command method. In most legions, discipline and the distinction between upper and lower classes are emphasized. At this time, Alpha did the opposite.
Each unit in the legion is required to be a "cell" that is self-motivated and self-managed without external orders. They are also expected to behave in any beneficial way according to their own cognition. initiative and play their part in the broader operational plan.
The warriors of the Alpha Legion emphasize the unity of autonomous passive command and initiative. Therefore, compared to any other Astartes Legion, the Alpha Legion demonstrates battlefield coordination and adaptability to the ever-changing environment. The reaction power can be said to be superior. People have almost never seen the commanders of the Alpha Legion lead the warriors in battle as champions or warlords like the traditional Astartes officers. It seems that they do not They do not desire personal glory, nor do they desire the noble experience of fighting the enemy with unwavering strength. On the contrary, they are accustomed to watching the battle with a cold eye, observing the movement patterns of the troops and how they let the enemy's blood spill on the spot.
In this case, the Alpha Legion's grassroots commanders have a very high degree of freedom. They can even perform tasks according to their own understanding rather than completely following the orders of their superiors.
This model has pros and cons. The good thing is that Alpha will not collapse because the command level is hit, and it can better adapt to emergencies.
The worst thing is that once the legion organization completely collapses, the legion will become more broken than any other legion.
Therefore, in the early days of the Great Heresy, many conflicting ideas circulated within the Alpha Legion. Although under the coordination of the Primarch, these different ideas fell into a general harmony - after all, at that time They are all still loyal servants of the Immortal Emperor.
But after the Primarch's "death", these ideas eventually evolved into differences or conflicts, and the division of the Legion was inevitable. In such a complicated situation, a comical situation arises, that is, for an Alpha Warrior, finding what he fights for becomes the biggest challenge in life: victory and defeat, loyalty and heresy may be confused together, or divided into countless aspects.
After all, what happens when the meaning of duty is suddenly thrown into doubt by competing visions?
As a result, many Alpha warriors were lost in the ten thousand-year war, forgetting their goals and only acting as simple war machines, but some people were not willing to accept this situation——
Philo Rona sat silently on the floor in the corner of the room, barely noticed by the others, folding his muscular arms on his knees and letting his hood fall down over his face.
He was the only Space Marine in the room who chose not to wear his battle armor to attend the meeting, instead wearing a simple black smock that hung loosely around him.
Philo Rona's hood was made from the shroud of a certain Ecclesiastical Saint, and was given to him by his mentor as a form of self-denial after he truly became an Alpha Warrior. sign.
The rough feel of the fabric against Philo Rona's skin reassured him, keeping his mind grounded and focused.
Another reason for doing this is because he is a psyker - or can be called a wizard.
His mentor was also a think tank in the former legion. He once wandered around various warbands as a mercenary, and then died in a conflict with a demon prince. After that, he also became a wanderer. , until he was summoned by that person not long ago and joined this war gang called the Exterminators.
As an Alpha, Philo Rona himself can hardly say how deep his feelings are for his mentor, but in his memory, it was his mentor who picked him out of the garbage in the slums.
So since the death of his mentor, his hood has always been on his head, and he has never even worn the carefully crafted think tank helmet that was awarded to him based on his rank and status. Even if he is fully clothed in battle armor, his head will be exposed to the elements. In this environment, his face is also hidden in the shadow of the shroud, casting his unfathomable dark eyes into the deep shadow.
He didn't even like wearing his armor because he suspected that the machine spirit of the armor didn't like his presence in front of him.
So Philo Rona would take off his armor when he was not fighting. He could not find peace in the ancient will to fight, and could only constantly seek balance in his heart.
I don’t know how long it took, but on the other side of the conference room, a door opened with a click, revealing the outline of another Space Marine.
He was standing dramatically in the bright light, but Philo Rona did not raise his head, he already knew who it was.
The other Space Marines in the room noticed this and waited quietly for the great Assault Commander's speech. They were convinced because he was a true legend——
Occam the Insubstantial, removed from the list Commander of the raid.
(End of this chapter)