Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 201 At the same time, on board the Iron Blood...

The battle monks of the Twelfth Legion, or what is now recognized as the Iron Heart Chapter, are known for their always fair and strict discipline, ancient and complete inheritance, and their ability to calmly cooperate with almost all non-Chaos partners. They can talk to each other or even form a temporary alliance (but the aliens may mysteriously disappear after a period of time or go crazy and die, well, who can say for sure about subspace?), and he is also known for his ability to inspire and stabilize the souls of his comrades - regardless of Mortals, Astartes, maybe more -

In some sectors with a slightly more relaxed atmosphere, some research that was buried in the past and declared heretical works is quietly circulating in the dark - if it is the Twelfth Primarch or the high-level battles of the Legion Priory Monks, when they use the special arcane power of their legion, can even slightly appease the terrifying biomorphic assassins in the Court of Assassins who are almost completely tools - the mind or soul for a moment, although only for a moment.

But this power that can soothe the heart and soul after pain or terror is so rare in this crumbling dark universe.

Because of this, the battle monks of Iron Heart are naturally the favorite and pursued prey of the long-eared alien slave hunting teams. There are also some crazy chaos pharmacists, technical sergeants or worse things who are also interested in the blood of Iron Heart. The descendants offered a high reward——

Their genetic father, the great Iron-Hearted Benevolent Angron, has the highest bounty among them. It is said that a certain pointed-eared female archon returned to start a new expedition after seeing his majestic appearance and soothing power in battle from a distance. At the price of "an entire galaxy and a full galaxy fleet", she just wanted to find a way to spend a good night with the supreme tyrant of Nuceria - of course it was not a good thing, she wanted to get pregnant A child of a demigod.

"Haha... This is of course the whims of those pointed-eared people. How could a noble primarch of the Human Empire agree to do such a thing with an inhuman alien? Not to mention the issue of reproductive isolation - but on the other hand, this It is indeed a joke that reflects the degree to which we are coveted. So, you see, one of the few distinctive traditions that are most different between us and other legions or chapters can first talk about these-"

Sitting in the officers' mess of the Iron-Blooded, Iron Heart Potion Master Kargos Bloodspitter was gesturing with several Iron Warriors around him. His short hair had turned silver due to aging. The combination of the medals from the famous alien battles and the wrinkles caused by his smile made him look more and more like a respected and kind old grandfather. His relaxed and natural attitude and witty and humorous words quickly relaxed the atmosphere in the cafeteria. The air was filled with restrained and knowing smiles.

"Our selection criteria are very simple. In addition to the necessary measurement conditions, whoever can appease the largest number and variety of beasts, aliens and heretics in the specified venue and time will be able to pass. This basically requires both physical and mental strength. They all have a considerable degree of spiritual completeness. Ah, of course, so the children who usually sign up are always one of the most popular boys in their tribe or town. Haha, such a separation always makes many girls cry. , so some people call our recruit selection year the 'year of prayer', not only praying for the opponent to be selected, but also hoping that the opponent will return to his hometown if he is not selected."

"After passing the selection, successfully joining our reserve force, and finally passing the test of surgery and secret rituals, after any recruit completes his own surgery and training, the first lesson he learns from us old people is, don't be left alone, don't be left behind. Be alone, don’t be alone. I will always tell them important things three times, and let these little bastards engrave them on their gauntlets and cerebral cortex, oh, considering the fate of those unlucky little bastards who are always lucky. , I have always suggested that we should engrav this sentence directly on the retina of each recruit during surgery."

At this point, old Kargos smacked his lips, and a young Iron Warrior stood up immediately - Kargos glanced at him. This little guy had an appearance that reminded him of some of the famous battle groups he had worked with. He had the same temperament, but strangely seemed to be incompatible with the other veterans around him. He was a little fascinated by what he heard, and went to the cafeteria window to ask for a large glass of ice-cold Astartes for the respected old pharmacist. Serve with sparkling ale. "Ah, that is, while any creature you see that's not even a Chaos-tainted mortal may be very pitiful, looking like it's in desperate need of rescue by one of the Emperor's Champions (I don't know who chuckled here), or you cautiously think :Oh I'm just going to take a look, check the situation and make a decision. 'I'm a strong Space Marine! I'm well trained! I have my power armor and bolter! Look, nothing will happen! I just took a look!' Yes, maybe it's okay for the battle monks of other chapters to think so. After all, we usually don't feel fear and fear. Indomitable and eternal brave fighting and victory are our destiny and Pursuit, right? It's a pity that here - "

"——The naive guys who thought this way and then became alone. So far, we have tried our best, but the number of people who can recover them all is only in single digits." There is a dark abyss hidden under Kargos's seemingly relaxed tone. As heavy as this, "So I also swore that no kidnappers, heretics or aliens - especially pointed-eared aliens, can escape from my hands, old man. Now we finally begin to carry out every recruitment ceremony Some holographic projections of such consequences are played on the computer, which is quite effective in making the recruits firmly remember the rules."

When Kargos said this, he took a breath and raised the glass of frothy cold malt beer that was brought to him. He took a casual sip at first, then opened his eyes wide and pointed at the mouth of the glass and drank firmly. He took a big sip, and then let out a long sigh-like burp from the bottom of his stomach.

"Hiccup! This is simply wonderful—! Oh my gosh, I must say, until I came to your mess hall I always thought that only the drinks at the banquet when my lord decided to entertain us on Nuceria The food is perfect and you can gorge yourself on it, but your canteen is really great...and what is the name of the meat I just ate?"

The young Iron Warrior who brought the drink to the Bloodspitter blinked his blue eyes, "That's today's charcoal-grilled Glocks Snowflake Steak, seasoned with Astartes special salt and spices, and some butter." Roasted nightshade tubers, wouldn’t they be a good meal on board the Desert Ark?”

"After eating that greasy barbecue steak, it's heavenly to have a glass of your ice-cold ale...Whoever invented the idea of ​​filling it with more nitrogen must be a real genius! Shhh...boy, I don’t want to talk about Ms. Lotara’s cooking skills behind her back. If she finds out, my experience will become very terrible..."

The old potion master put down his wine glass, which had been empty for some time, and let out a series of deep belches with satisfaction.

"Now let's move on to something else..."

(End of this chapter)