Chapter 161 The Emperor's Faction
More than 40,000 people who returned to the Legion were brought back to the Triumph Hall by the original body.
There are some things that Angron must tell these 40,000 core members of the legion.
After everyone lined up solemnly, Angron walked shirtless on the red carpet of the Triumph Hall, with Qin Xia and Kil walking on both sides of the original body.
Every soldier saw the red scar lines on the Gene Father's back.
The three came to the soldiers.
Angron sat on the throne, raised his arm and pointed at his back: "This is the Rope of Triumph. Commander of the Kiel Army, tell them what the Rope of Triumph is."
Keir then told the origin of the Rope of Triumph.
Including from now on, everyone who returns to the Legion must be engraved with a blood line representing glory or a black line representing shame after completing a battle.
The Rope of Triumph is a tradition of the Nucerian warriors. All those present were Terran Space Marines, but they had no objection to the tradition of the Rope of Triumph brought by Angron.
Everyone listened to Keir's story in silence.
"Then what should I do, father." Lorke asked urgently, "How can I carve the rope of triumph?"
Listening to the fearless former legion commander Lorke asked this question, Qin Xia felt that this was indeed a problem.
Even if Lorke and the others in Fearless were taken out and carved, it would not be possible, because there is a problem whether they, the warriors in Fearless, still have spines and backs.
"Carved directly on the back of the Dreadnought." Angron said.
Lorke controlled the fearless head to move up and down.
After talking about the Rope of Triumph, Angron talked about the duel used in the legion to resolve conflicts: "I have retained the dueling ceremony, but the flag bearer must be present to supervise the duel. When either party is injured The flag bearer will give a thumbs up to indicate that both parties are alive after the duel, and then the pharmacist will treat the injured. "
This is also a small matter.
Perhaps in other legions, Angron would always encounter some resistance when he made changes to important matters in the legion, but the Twelve Legions were different.
The difference between the Twelve Legions not only includes their extreme closeness and desire to the Gene Father, but also the reason why they do not regard themselves as independent individuals, but as weapons and tools.
"This is my father." Angron looked at Qin Xia, and then moved his gaze to everyone, "He manages the think tank in the legion and will not have much interaction with you, but you still have to do it if necessary. Follow some of his arrangements."
Qin Xia put his hand on his heart and saluted everyone: "I will not interfere in matters such as command."
The eyes of forty thousand people focused on Qin. On Xia.
Although Qin Xia has not used psychic powers in front of them, from Angron's words "He can manage the think tank", everyone has realized that this is a wizard, and he should be a wizard. Powerful wizard.
"The Twelve Legions have killed many wizard tyrants and paid a lot of price for it." The voice of the previous legion commander Lorke was amplified by the fearless mecha, very loud, "About the think tank and I advise you to be cautious about wizard matters, father.”
"I know you are hostile to psykers." Angron smiled and shook his head, "But psykers are also enemies of us. The Emperor is also a powerful psyker. Don't you also obey him honestly?"
Lorke was silent.
"Whether it's you warriors without psychic powers, or those warriors with psychic powers, or those think tanks who have been squeezed out by you. You are all my children, and you should be united together as a matter of course." An Gronn said, "What's more, my father will ensure the stability and safety of the think tanks."
Loark nodded, convinced by the father of genes.
"One more thing." Angron continued, "You may still play the role of executioner when you fight alongside my brother, but from now on, from the time you return to the Twelve Legions, you cannot No more killing people without distinguishing between friend and foe.”
"After disbanding, learn about the Thirty-One Principles. This is the rule I have set."
"I don't want my descendants to be a group of butchers who catch and kill whoever has no ability to distinguish. All resorting to killing."
Kiel had prepared for this conversation, anticipating what the Primarch would say and what would be used in the conversation.
So there is no need to wait for everyone to understand after the disbandment. Kil clapped his hands, and a company of people walked into the triumphal hall and distributed the documents to everyone present.
The Space Marines read the documents at extremely fast speeds, and then learned about the Thirty-One Principles.
That is, in a combat mission, the number of people killed by mistake must be less than thirty-one.
The document also said something else - the conquest of Nuemei.
No battle can better reveal the changes that Angron brought to the Twelve Legions than the original attack on Nueda. Many rules were formulated by the original body at that time.
"So we became saviors, instead of the original duties and roles assigned to us by the Emperor, which were shock troops, conquerors."
Taller than everyone else The much taller warrior spoke.
"Hal. You have violated the regulations of the Legion." Lorke said, "When the Legion Commander or the Primarch is speaking, no one is allowed to interrupt or question."
"I am willing to be punished." The warrior for Hal held the document and looked up at Angron, "But we deviated from the path arranged by the Emperor for our entire legion. We were originally conquerors, and we would have suppressed the rebellion in accordance with the duties assigned by the Emperor. But now we are the Galaxy Rescue Troopers, this is unreasonable."
"Flagbearer!" Roark roared.
The flag-bearing officer of Hal's company stood up carrying the company flag, and was ready to punish Hal as stipulated in the legion's regulations.
Angron motioned to the flag-bearer to return to his original position, and then motioned to Hal to stand in front of him.
Hal walked out of the queue with his head raised.
The Primarch rose from his throne.
"Hal." "Tell me, why are you so tall?"
Angron walked up to Hal and looked down at his warriors.
Hal kept his head held high, once again violating protocol - one should keep his head down when facing a more senior officer.
"Because I was a Thunder Warrior." Hal replied, "But I used the gene-seed of the Twelve Legions. Although I am not strictly a Space Marine, I think I am The Twelve Primarchs are your descendants."
"Oh, Thunder Warrior." Angron nodded and looked at Hal curiously.
Qin Xia also looked at Hal, but he realized more.
It can be seen from Hal's attitude that there are two thoughts in the Twelve Legions.
One thought is to regard oneself as a weapon and tool, which once belonged to the Emperor and now belongs to Angron, and should be used how it should be.
But after all, they are not real tools and weapons. They have their own ideas and moods, so when Angron proposes new rules that completely change the Legion, they will also be a little unhappy.
They will even rebel if something in the Legion seems to them to be too much.
The second thought is total loyalty to the Emperor.
This is the Hal in front of me.
Qin Xia remembered that if the Horus Heresy happened, Hal would be a staunch Emperor faction.
“Lower your head.” Kil said coldly.
Hal didn’t even look at Kiel.
"Lower your head!" Roark roared.
Hal lowered his head, but raised his head again: "I cannot lower my head. This is not against you, Your Highness. It is because if I lower my head, it means that I bow my head to the path that deviates from the emperor."
The flag-bearer immediately stepped forward and knocked Hal on the knee with the flagpole, but it was conceivable that he could not make Hal lower his head, let alone kneel down.
Lorke took a step forward, and the Dreadnought Mecha's right leg slammed onto the ground with a bang. He was ready to give Hal a look in person.
"In the Legion's regulations, when senior officers and the original body give orders, others can only carry them out silently." Angron signaled others to calm down, "But at this time, I will give you doubts. Power, because I have to let any one of you understand my thoughts thoroughly."
In the eyes of others, Hal was the only one who objected.
But in fact, this is not how Angron feels. There are a few people who seem to be submissive who actually have the same idea as Hal. Fighting alongside the Emperor, and even being saved by the Emperor himself.
"We all long for the return of the original body." Hal looked directly into Angron's eyes. "We have talked and imagined countless times what our original body is like, but we never imagined that our original body is a holy father. , a holy mother."
"No, I'm not that noble yet." Angron hunched over, his body as big as a hill made Hal look taller than the others. Like a child, "I consider myself a rebel, a terrible rebel."
Angron straightened up and paced in front of Hal.
“I have killed many, many people with my own hands. On Nuceria, I resisted the slave masters with my father and my brothers and sisters.”
“Nukeria The ruling class of Riya are the High Knights, and they have a lackey class called the Guards. I killed many of them, and many of them with my own hands.”
"No matter who dies in front of me, I will feel heartbreaking pain, but it can't stop me. Even before I kill one of them, I can feel that the other person is... a good person, such as not treating slaves so much. Cruel and even very protective, for example, they just want to make a living for the people they love, so they choose to join the Guards..."
"The reason is that I realize that I can only eliminate one class that lasts ten thousand years by uprooting it. Years of slavery, so I chose to wield the ax against it according to my status.”
“It can be said that what I care about more is actually crushing the slavery itself.”
Angron returned to Ha. In front of you, you are still looking down at Hal, who has infinite admiration and adoration for the Emperor in his heart.
“I did not deviate from the emperor’s path, because when the shining emperor came to Nuceria, I did not choose to kill him, but chose to join his cause, because I knew that Nuceria Keria is just one of countless human worlds in the galaxy. No matter how well I build Nuceria, it can't change the fact that 99% of humans in the galaxy are struggling."
"That person's goal is to save the human race, rather than wanting me and you to be his lackeys to fight to help him enslave the entire galaxy. I can sense his true thoughts that even seem naive to me. He He is the Holy Father who wants to save everyone."
Angron stretched out his fingers and pressed them against Hal's breastplate.
“Answer me now, will you obey me at least superficially, or will you insist on killing those who don’t deserve to die, and then glorify this as an act of loyalty to your faith?”
< br>Faced with the original question, Hal thought for a moment and replied: "I am not a butcher who just likes to kill others, unless I receive an order from the Emperor or you to do so."
"My order is for you to work with me to crush slavery and pull as many people out of pain and struggle as possible." Angron said, "And if I conflict with the emperor's order, you must obey mine. Command.”
Hal thought again and said in a deep voice: "The Emperor asked each warrior to obey the orders of his own original body."
"That's okay." Angron looked away and looked at the others.
When his eyes swept across the rows of Space Marines, he would occasionally fixate on a certain person.
The people caught in his gaze all had the same idea as Hal.
These people initially suspected that they were being stared at by the Primarch by accident, until they discovered that more like-minded people were stared at by the Primarch's gaze, and they realized that the Primarch had the ability to directly perceive their thoughts.
This means that if one day the original body wants to cleanse them all, it is impossible for even one of them to be lucky enough to escape.
But Angron only looked at them, because they recognized themselves as weapons or tools with the Emperor's name engraved on them.
Now these people who consider themselves weapons and tools are in their own hands. What effect they are used to achieve depends on the user.
(End of this chapter)