Chapter 129 Legion Tradition
In the flagship of the Resolute Resolve, the Triumph Hall.
The original body walked through the twelve steps and came to the tall throne above the steps. He turned his back to the throne and looked down.
Ten thousand Space Marines stood to the left of the Gene Father in this vast hall.
They had just finished the battle, and before they had time to prepare their armor and weapons, they were ordered to gather in the Triumph Hall, so their bodies were full of the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
The radiance of the crimson sun in the galaxy was projected into the hall through the portholes of the Fortitude Resolve flagship, making the blood-covered Space Marines look like they were standing in the blood light.
The large amounts of blood on the Space Marine armor that glowed under the light reminded Angron of the information about the Twelve Legions, things about how cruel the Twelve Legions were.
But he was now very satisfied because his heirs did not resist his excessive orders and did the best they could.
The original body looked to the right.
As the gladiators of the army generals, the officers at all levels in the army also stood neatly, looking forward and holding their heads high.
It's always like this with Nucerians.
When they were slaves, they would stand in rows and rows with hunched bodies, listening to the slave master's instructions and waiting to be beaten by the slave master.
Their genes, which have been modified by the entertainment company mentioned by Stone, make them better at everything related to war, especially discipline and obedience.
They are good at fighting and aggressive, but perhaps because of their natural respect for discipline and obedience, there are generally few crimes on Nu planet - provided that the administrator informs them that a certain behavior is a crime.
Angron nodded to his brothers and sisters.
They were doing the same thing as usual in the previous war, which was to hunt down the high knights.
After seeing the slightly proud looks from his brothers and sisters, Angron looked to the right side of the steps, where a seat had just been welded on in the triumphal hall.
Qin Xia sat there.
"Very good, you played well." Angron said. He sat down, crossed his legs, put his right arm on the right armrest, and supported his head with his right hand.
Qin Xia sat like this.
"Cough."
After realizing that he had failed to teach the original body how to sit, Qin Xia patted his chest and coughed.
Angron immediately looked at Qin Xia.
Qin Xia put down her legs and hands and changed to a very formal sitting posture.
Angron raised his hand and rubbed his chin, pretending that his sitting posture was not comfortable, and changed to a very formal sitting posture.
"Legion Commander."
Kiel, who was waiting for the original body to continue to comment, heard the original body calling him, so he put his fist against his heart and looked at the original body.
"About the incident on Nuwei, when the champion warrior of the Eighteenth Company named Orontes asked for a duel." Angron spoke, looking at the Eighteenth Company.
Captain Mago of the 18th Company wore armor that was different from others, with a gorgeous cloak on the back.
Kahn is also a company commander, but for some reason, Kahn and other company commanders don’t have this kind of cloak.
The champion Orontes, who was named by the original body, raised his head, excited and honored that his name could be known by the original body.
"There is a tradition of dueling in my legion, right?" Angron asked.
My Legion.
These four words made Kil breathe a sigh of relief for something, and then replied: "Yes, this is a rule I made. It is not qualified to be called a tradition. Before the return of the original body, the Twelve There should not be any traditions in the legion."
Angron seemed not to hear, scratched his chin, and recalled: "My adoptive father told me that every legion has its own tradition, and they will do it because of it. Their respective traditions perform some actions... By chance, Nuceria also has a similar tradition, which is gladiatorial combat." Kil nodded and listened carefully.
“Do you know how gladiatorial combat works on Nuceria now?” said the Primarch. “To put it simply, no one will die in the current gladiatorial combat, because the two sides will not fight to the end. At the moment when they kill each other, when the winner is about to be decided, the referee will appear in the fighting area with his thumb raised."
"This is not some kind of behavior established for the sake of rules. My heritage."
"When my brothers and sisters revolted in the gladiatorial arena, they fought against the Guardsmen in the gladiatorial arena."
Angron watched. To the gladiator officers, to his brothers and sisters.
"They are undoubtedly at a disadvantage. It was very difficult for us at that time. We did not have the high technology you saw in the battle just now."
"When the slave master began to judge, he gave me a thumbs up. When my brothers and sisters died, my adoptive father walked into the arena with his thumb raised and announced that my brothers and sisters were alive."
At this point, the primarch was silent for a few seconds.
Kiel nodded: "The duel rules of the Twelve Legions will still be retained in the future, but before anyone is injured or killed, an officer will raise his thumb to announce the end of the duel and make a decision about who wins and who loses. "That's what I think." Angron said, "I can see that you, my descendants, are using extremely cruel and strict discipline. Restrain your desire to kill. You tend to solve problems through fighting rather than talking. At least for the time being, the retention of duels can solve many conflicts between each warrior in the legion."
Keir saluted.
"I do not exclude each of you, nor do I reject your conventions, but they need to make some changes."
The Primarch stood up from the throne and walked down the steps .
He was still wearing the armor custom-made for the Primarch.
The armor produced on Mars automatically fits the current body shape of the original body. It is thick and makes a heavy sound when walking.
It is not designed at all for stealth operations, and even the sound when it moves is deliberately designed to be complicated and louder by the priests of the Mechanicum of Mars, because Mars feels that the Twelve Legions are a legion characterized by assault and annihilation warfare, and the original body of the legion has no basis at all. No need for stealth operations.
"My foster father, my brothers and sisters, the free people I freed, and I maintain an ancient military tradition on Nuceria."
"Triumph "
Angron's voice echoed in the hall.
The Space Marines watched as the Primarch turned to face the man he called his adoptive father, and then his armor was psychically opened, exposing his back to all.
A red line on the spine.
“I have never been defeated, so there is only a blood line on my back.”
“We decide whether to draw a blood line of glory or a black line of defeat and shame, not with The outcome of a big battle will be decided."
Angron pointed his finger at his spine.
“A warrior who kills the enemy and wins the battle in which he participates can draw a bloodline for himself, regardless of the outcome of a major battle.”
"On the contrary, he will have to carve a black line for himself, even if he wins the big battle."
Qin Xia released the psychic energy he had applied to the original body's armor, allowing his armor to once again cover his burly body. body.
Angron turned around, looked at Kil, and then at everyone: "If you decide to accept this tradition that belongs to me, I will personally engrave you with an inscription representing the glorious victory just now. "The Rope of Triumph."
"World Eaters, ten minutes to prepare, take off your armor and come back here!" Kil turned around and ordered everyone.
The Space Marines turned around and left when Kil was mid-sentence. They obviously had the same urgency as their Legion Commander.
(End of this chapter)