Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 68 Iron Warrior
"You worry too much, Harco." Defess said calmly, holding the helmet in his arms and wiping it, "The new transfer order has been sent, and hundreds of combat brothers have been incorporated into your camp. The Primarch did not Blame us."

"You can have a clear conscience without blaming?" Haco's nervous voice muffled in the helmet, filtered by steel and came into the air, "And the war blacksmith and trident added by the father of genes to the chain of command are both vacant seats. , doesn’t this mean that we have not satisfied the original body at all! Or maybe in his eyes, we are simply not as good as the local warriors who fought with him on this planet. Also, your yellow paint was not sprayed well, and the paint on the shoulder armor is not good at all. Vertical stripes have the wrong curvature at the bottom, Defes!”

A power armor with yellow and black stripes painted on its chest appeared with the noise of his iron hitting and rhythmic footsteps. "Two brothers, maybe we just haven't gotten enough military merit yet."

"Shut up." Haco said angrily, "You are the first person to talk to the father of genes."

"It was also the first person on the ship to hit the target thrown by the father of gene." Defes stopped wiping his helmet and glanced at his shoulder armor, because the lower edge was blocked by his vision, he had to step back quietly Half a step, hoping that the shadow cast by the rest of the Astartes armor would cover up a possible paint problem on the shoulder armor—or a fault of Harkor's carping nonsense.

Nardole raised his hand to show that he understood, and silently re-entered the depths of the steel ocean where the battle brothers were standing in a row.

Hacko continued, "Anyway, we have condemned the Primarch. Expect him to punish us."

"Punishment? Are you looking forward to it?" A stern voice came from above Hako, like a hammer hitting the hot, solidified air, hitting Hako's heart hard.He was hot all over, and tried his best to control the heart that wanted to kneel down and repent.

Then, a heavy, warm weight fell on Harco's head.The primarch's palm caressed his helmet, and it seemed to melt his whole body in an instant, making him want to cry.He could not speak, for fear that his trembling voice would fail the primarch's touch.

The Primarch let Hako go, and the other hand patted Defess's shoulder armor gently, and another fourth legion soldier who was stiff and teary was born immediately.

This tall giant passed through several phalanxes formed by the Fourth Legion, like molten iron being poured into a mould, and wherever it went, everyone stood still and could not move.

Instead of armor, the Primarch wore a robe the color of iron.When he stood step by step on the main stage of the grand theater he built with his own hands, and turned to his soldiers, the Fourth Legion saw a surprisingly young and majestic face.

His appearance is like a sharp rock that has not been born for a long time. His cold blue eyes have not been eroded by the wind and rain. His robes and muscles together form a solid and indestructible line like a mountain. The armor in the audience and even the breeze and dust are frightened by its harshness. But don't act rashly.Anyone who meets Perturabo can doubt that he is the epitome of steel and strength.

If any Astartes dared to dare to look directly at their genetic father, they would be aware of it in the platinum laurels that adorned his black hair, the appropriate golden patterns on his robes, and the smooth and beautiful shadows of the cloth. Obvious beauty.Even the most humble clothing became a true testament to the union of art and practicality on Perturabo.

Some ancient characters were engraved on the gold band on his hand, and after urgent collective study, the Fourth Legion knew that they were a recurring variant of one of the earliest human languages ​​that had reached Olympia.

"My legion." Perturabo looked down at his legion, "I am a warrior made of steel. Today is my first official meeting with you. Starting from this moment, we will fight for mankind together. Gather under the banner of the Empire and bring the entire galaxy back into the Empire of Man."

"Before I came here, I didn't prepare any speeches. This is because I believe that you don't need extra encouragement. I believe that your will has been tempered for a long time and is as hard as steel. I don't intend to make our first meeting too long. And ineffective, forcing you to stand in the hot sun and listen to the boss on the podium. So I'm going to keep the speech as short as possible."

"I never question your loyalty to humanity. As for your abilities, whether it is past glory or shame, I don't care in my eyes. What I want to see is the present and the future that I have seen with my own eyes. I will name you Steel Warriors, this is what I expect from you, and myself.”

"Do you accept it?" "Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, countless firm responses came out from tens of thousands of armors, passing through the sound transmission structure designed by Perturabo himself, echoing in the open-air theater, vibrating deep in the steel and tens of thousands of hearts present.

"Very good." Perturabo's tone remained unchanged, "I have sent you the document on the modification of the legion through Star Language in advance, and I will reiterate it here today. The Iron Warriors will be reorganized into large battalions from large to small. , brigade, heavy company, front company, centurion, independent squad and other levels, configure conventional armor, artillery, engineers, communication teams, and logistics support units in proportion. Heavy troops. Is that acceptable?”

"Yes!"

"In the Iron Warriors, both honor and shame will belong to this united whole. Your honor is my honor, and your mistakes are my mistakes. The temporarily suspended War Blacksmith and Trident will be evaluated based on ability rather than ability. Not personal qualifications, strength, not personal honor. When I see any one of you who has the ability to completely design and shape the regional battle situation, and decide the battlefield like a blacksmith crafting his work, he will be my war blacksmith. Is it acceptable?"

"Yes!"

"Very well. My children," said the young Primarch. "From now on, Olympia will be our common homeworld, just as I have accepted Terra as my second home. I will introduce to you my Family, I hope you will respect mortals as you respect each other.”

A mortal woman who was much shorter than the Primarch came from the backstage of the theater, her elegant appearance was not different due to her body shape.

Calliphon took the amplified microphone and greeted the Space Marines with neither arrogance nor timidity.She looked at these warriors as she looked at the people of Perturabo: "I am Kalifeng, the current tyrant of Lokos. From today, we will be responsible for the technology recovered from the orbit and the related local construction factories, the orbital shipyard The construction project of the Primarch is already underway, and the flagship of the Primarch is in the design phase. Fight your battles, warriors. We shall be your arsenal and everlasting backup."

"Yes!" The Iron Warriors responded in unison.

"And I'm a craftsman." A clear voice came from the mouth of the black robe who appeared at an unknown time. Without any amplification equipment, his voice was blowing into everyone's ears like a breeze. "It's enough to get to know me, usually you can pretend that I don't exist."

"Yes!" Although they did not fully understand, the warriors responded according to the will of the original body without hesitation.

This is not only obedience to orders, but also because the appearance of the man in black is too abrupt: he makes no secret of his abnormality, and the warriors of steel are not stupid people with weak observation skills.

This unknown black figure disappeared immediately after introducing himself, without even revealing his appearance, but everyone firmly remembered this strange person.Presumably he will be the most discussed mysterious existence under the Primarch recently.

"Very good." Perturabo's tone deepened, gradually taking on a forbidding quality. "Let's talk about punishment next."

(End of this chapter)