Chapter 130 Bloodline
Ten thousand space warriors bared their backs and sat cross-legged in the triumphal hall.
The distance and gaps between everyone are consistent.
Angron grabbed a dagger and carried a bucket, put his own blood into the bucket, and then came behind Kil.
The dagger dipped in the blood in the bucket and left a gash on Kil's spine.
The wound closed quickly, leaving a bright red scar.
Angron walked up to the company commanders, dipped in blood in the same way, and carved the rope of triumph.
In the battle just now, no one showed cowardice or fled when facing the enemy, so everyone can get the rope of triumph engraved by the father of genes at this historic moment.
“Their performance on the battlefield is similar to yours.”
“You are not one of them, are you?”
The gladiators looked at the space warriors and whispered to Qin Xia.
Qin Xia followed Kleist's finger and saw the Space Marines sitting in the corner, seemingly like humans.
They are the think tank of the Twelfth Legion.
"What do you mean, they are far behind me." Qin Xia whispered.
"There is indeed a huge difference in strength level." Yochula walked to Kleist's side and put his hand on the shoulder of the Valkyrie in his mind, pretending to be natural, "But you guys They all use... spiritual energy. You call that kind of energy spiritual energy."
"That's true." Qin Xia crossed his arms on his chest and looked at the psionic think tanks.
Think tanks are discriminated against in the Twelve Legions.
Under normal circumstances, they were ostracized and discriminated against after Angron, who had made nails, returned, because Angron hated psykers.
Part of the reason for the hatred of psykers is that psykers are hated in Nucerian culture, and part of the reason is that psykers have killed many of Angron's brothers and sisters.
"Primarch, I cannot."
When Angron walked up to the think tanks sitting close to the portholes in the red light of the Nuceria system, the chief think tank Varis avoided Angron's dagger stabbing him in the back.
Varys looked at his think tank brothers and said loudly: "Our battle on Nueda is as usual not glorious enough. We use our psychic power instead of real guns to kill. We kill the enemy in a sneak attack. We let the enemy die silently. This is not honorable, so we should not be qualified to accept this honor."
"What is your name?" Angron asked.
"Varys."
"Varys. Are you ashamed of your power? Shame that comes from within?"
After learning the name of this special heir, Angron held a bucket filled with his own blood and held a bloody dagger. He looked at Varis and asked these words that directly hit Varis's soul.
“Tell the truth.” Qin Xia looked at Varis and reminded him.
“No, I don’t feel ashamed.” Varis shook his head, “My fellow Librarians and I, our spiritual power is a gift from the Emperor, and we can use this power to do what others can. Something that cannot be done. But I have to admit that we are dishonorable in the Legion.”
Hearing this, Angron looked at the other think tanks.
The think tanks either lowered their heads, said nothing, or nodded to express that Varis was right, and they, the psyker warriors, were indeed not honorable enough.
Keir stared at these think tanks, as if he was roaring and asking them why they had extraneous matters. They should honestly accept the gift from the father of genes, and then do whatever they should do, instead of resisting the glorious gift here.
"But you and your Librarian brothers are still my children." Angron turned to look at everyone, "You are all." The Primarch put down the barrel and spoke like an orator.
His burly body stood in the red light of the stars, sometimes turning around, sometimes looking at a person.
“The dagger in my hand is not only stained with my blood, but also stained with the blood of each of you. Our blood is blended into one in this unique triumphal rope ceremony.”
"No matter what kind of warriors Varis and the others are, they are first my legion warriors, and then brothers to all of you in the legion."
"It doesn't matter whether he is a psyker or not, I don't care. I don’t care.”
Angron held down Varis’s shoulders and forcibly carved the Rope of Triumph on the chief think tank.
Varys's think tank brothers were also dragged to his side by Angron and carved the rope of triumph.
Then Angron carried the dagger stained with the blood of the Librarian, came to the others, and continued to carve the rope of triumph for them.
"Listen, boys."
Angron carved the rope of triumph and said to everyone.
"Psychic power is not shameful, nor can it be called dishonorable. The most fearful thing about this kind of power is that it is unstable."
"Psychic power has saved me, saved me. For all of us, when we fought out of the arena to fight guerrilla warfare and seek death, it was psychic energy that protected our lives and our right to exist."
"You are not being followed by me. It was created by a woman, but you all used my genetic seeds. If you feel that you are connected by blood to me, then you should also know that the think tank in the legion is also connected by blood to you and me."
With that said, Angron turned back to look at Varis.
The chief think tank is sitting in the light, and the body attached to his steel-hard muscles is trembling.
Qin Xia looked at Varis.
He had the impression that Varis was not a fool, nor was he submissive to the original body. He was smart, courageous, and dared to resist.
When Angron, who had driven the nails, went crazy, it was Varis and his Librarian brothers who used the psychic abilities of the World Eaters Librarians to hold the Primarch down.
Therefore, the reason why Varis refused to carve the Rope of Triumph was just because Varis wanted to bring the issue of the Think Tank's exclusion to the table and let Angron solve it.
"If you have anything to say in the future, you can tell me. You are also my heirs. There is no need to use other methods." Angron also noticed Varis's thoughts, and his awareness was far better than Qin's. Xia's speculation as a bystander was more detailed.
Varys also realized that it was impossible to hide his thoughts from the original body.
“For Angron,” Varys said.
“For Angron!” All think tanks shouted in unison.
After taking some time to carve the Rope of Triumph into each Space Marine, Angron lowered the bucket filled with his own blood.
The pharmacist responsible for performing medical tasks in the legion immediately stepped forward and took the bucket away.
Angron looked at the gladiators: "They were not born so tall and strong. They used my gene seeds. You can also become warriors like them, but only if you are willing."< br>
Without any warning, the Primarch came up with the idea of turning gladiators into Space Marines.
Before this, the gladiators did not even know that they could transform into superhuman warriors as powerful as those Space Marines through some form of technology.
(End of this chapter)