Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 16 The March of Salem ([-])
Unlike the restless Redjack and the angry [Emperor], the coming war did not infect Elaine's thinking.

The Primarch sat on the chair that didn't fit her tall body, looking at the battle briefing uploaded by the female captain Saline.

No casualties, a satisfactory battle report.

Although the military strength of this Alien Empire is huge, their weak nature and dirty nature cannot compete with the sharpest edge of the empire. Astartes are undoubtedly the opponents that make these aliens desperate. After weeks of scouting and hunting The lieutenant general cut off most of the planet's supplies and communications, and the possibility of a tug-of-war was wiped out from the very beginning.

Except for the army assembled on Salem, the other planets controlled by the Brotherhood of Destruction can be easily recovered with only a few teams of Astartes.

Moreover, these aliens can't really fight the No.13 fleet-their capital ships can't even match the cruisers of the Empire.

But... isn't the number of gang jumps a bit too much?
Seeing that the past is very rare, but the recent record of many dance gangs, Elaine frowned slightly.

It seems that after her return, her descendants suddenly fell in love with Tiaobang.

crunch, crunch—

The trembling high-end wooden chair seemed to be screaming continuously with Elaine's confusion. Obviously, even though the seat is wide for Astartes, the source of the material is unknown and precious, and its toughness and strength are even comparable to Plastic steel, but a little pitiful for the Primarch's superhuman size.

She didn't dislike the chair, though, as it was one of the many gifts that the former Warhounds had prepared for the Primarch.

It's just that the size is a little small.

Feeling almost squeezed into the deformed seat by her wide hips, Elaine thought.

[Do you have any thoughts on this?Kahn. 】

Without putting her mind on unimportant things, she slowly put down the battle briefing, and looked at the commander of the eighth company not far away with a little confusion.

[I have no idea, mother.Maybe it's just that they are infected by the coming war, or maybe they want to forge the glory that the Son of the Mountain will inevitably get back early. 】

Facing the doubts of the mother of genes, Kahn's figure was still standing upright, but Elaine could clearly sense the pulse-like throbbing hidden in his heart.

Obviously, another kid who likes to dance.

Elaine was even more puzzled by this.After all, war dogs are often sent to high-intensity battlefields as assaulters, but under their strict military discipline, their past rules of action are more inclined to today's Iron Warriors - fighting to the death in tragic and bloody battles, Use bombs and jump shields to keep advancing in trenches and battlefields. Although there are close-range fights, they are not that important.

This is completely inconsistent with their current situation.

And the only thing that can explain it is his own return.

Elaine thought.

【…No, this has nothing to do with you.It's just that we were eager to show...our new changes. 】

As if aware of the thinking and doubts in Elaine's mind, Kahn's inner voice was slightly stained with urgency.

[Maybe, my child.Although I have never restrained your interests and military discipline, you have indeed gradually changed. This may be your nature. 】

[Our nature is to obey you, mother.If death is your will, then we will do it too. 】

[I will never sow that kind of will on you, Kahn.Cherish yourselves as I cherish you. 】

【You are the eternal Lord of the Mountains...Mother, before our own life, what is more important is your will. 】

The pale golden pupils of the Primarch reflected the white and blue power armor of the Son of the Mountain, and the spiritual echoes of the mother-child conversation echoed one after another on the sea of ​​souls, and the calm and deep water surface was gradually rippled.

The long silence in the room was also broken by a sigh.

"That's what puzzles me, Kahn."

Elaine sighed softly, and she looked at the company commander who had always maintained obedience and accompanied the Primarch through countless corrupted illusions.

Although she has not found any clues so far... But according to the 'official history' in the cursed knowledge, Scarlet's fate will be watching this heir in the not-too-distant future.

She definitely didn't want the future of the World Eaters to repeat itself.

"Is it more... bloodthirsty for us? This can be explained by the knowledge you imparted to us. After all, the best understanding of the human body is actual combat—"

Regarding the melancholy and voice that appeared on the face of the mother of genes, Kahn immediately checked the negligence in the intention he expressed just now in a panic. At this moment, the eighth company commander completely lost his silent and fierce appearance in the past.

And Elaine's soft sigh interrupted his explanation.

"...No, no. My child...the process is not the point, the result is."

"The result...? You mean, we will be infected with the... bloodthirsty of the Ninth Legion?"

"...could have been worse than that, so much worse—so much so that my worries never went away."

Karn fell silent to the towering Primarch's mournful sigh.

He thought hard about the past battles and rumors of the war hounds. Even though they committed indiscriminate massacres of disloyal civilians, the strict military discipline system suppressed their viciousness, and the rumors circulating in the association did not There is no mention of the genetic mutation of the war hounds... the flesh mutation of the Fifteenth Legion, the blight of the Third Legion, these weird rumors have almost nothing to do with the No.12 Legion.

So what is it that makes their great and benevolent genetic mother so sad...?
In this regard, Kahn felt unprecedented confusion.

After all... For now, except that most of the Astartes like to experiment on the enemy with the medical skills they learned from their mothers, he has not found any signs of crisis hidden in the No.12 Legion.

"Kahn."

The Mother of Genes was whispering his name softly, and Kahn also looked at the deep and dark gilt pupils in confusion.

"Do you believe in the future... Or, as a pawn on the grand chessboard, have an almost inescapable destiny?"

Kahn's Adam's apple slid slightly.

"...Mother, it is stated in Imperial Truth... that all foreknowledge of the future is superstition."

He couldn't describe that feeling, he only saw the indescribable majesty exuding the indescribable majesty from the once dazzling and charming golden pupils of the Mother of Genes.

And the extremely deep darkness hidden under the sea level of the sea of ​​mind.

In it, Kahn felt the cold despair that existed in the real deep sea.

"I know, Kahn."

"But... if there is a day, I will not let you leave here and the Son of the Mountain, no matter what the price is."

"Even if the price may be your complete disappointment with the empire."

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