Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Tell me some more stories about Olympia, brother." Kaidomo said, "It's so different from Terra."

"I'm not familiar with the Primarch." The new warrior answered as he sat on the steps next to Kaidomo and crossed his legs. His Gothic accent is not light, maybe it will improve in the future. Neither had yet been transformed by the Astartes, which would be done after an interview with the Primarch.

"His fame spread far and wide from a country called Lokos in Olympia itself, and my birthplace is not there. I can't tell you what you really want to hear."

"Then tell me what mountains and streams are," the Terran spelled out the words like a child who had just learned to speak. "I have heard of these terms, but Atmore did not give them to me. Opportunities to witness them.”

"His heart has already flown to the homeland of our future genetic father." Another recruit next to him said. "That's what Kaidomo is."

"Frix," Kaidomo said, "I have a new name. Does it sound like an Olympian name?"

The Olympian decided to tell the truth, "I don't know."

Frix hid his regrets and entanglements and listened to the warrior who was also a new recruit telling him about Olympia.

"The mountain is..." He got stuck. It is far more difficult to describe some common things than to describe strange and rare items, because their basic understanding of the world is completely different. If you are not careful, it will be easy to describe it to a blind person. "The sun is red and round" type of situation.

"A landform surrounded by flat land, with bulges of earth and rocks causing height differences." As the first batch of Iron Warriors entered the scene, several recruits sat down in front of them and followed the original body as they advanced from the real universe to Thailand. La veteran. One of them turned around and introduced the Olympian enthusiastically, although there was a suspicion of showing off. "And streams are clear water that flows naturally, passing over stones and grass."

"When we arrived in Olympia, we saw that the country of the father of genes is located in the mountains. Because of the lush green vegetation, the surface of the entire mountain will turn green. The reflective color on the eyepieces of that color is more stable. The color of the genes is The Father invites us all to his city, and I think you will have a chance." The warrior said, "Nice to meet you, future brothers. I am Eric Anderson."

"He was an honor," said another Astartes, whose battles were represented by the scratches on his armor. "He was the first person to have his image carved by the Primarch himself."

Although they didn’t understand why Anderson’s expression suddenly became as numb as if he had been punched and squatted on the roadside for five minutes, the newcomers around him still expressed their praise for Anderson with envious eyes.

"I am Kaidomo Frix," the Terran said. "Praise to the father of genes."

The Olympian followed him and spoke: "I am Barabas Dantioch."

On the other side of the square, a group of warriors who were completely different from themselves entered through the gate. Their faces were young, and their helmets were held in their hands. Their armors were freshly painted with red paint, and the golden paint painted a circle with radiating curves up and down, left and right, imitating the brilliance of the sun.

"Sun of Thousand Dusts." Someone whispered the name of their new legion.

After both legions arrived, all the Astartes looked at the front desk with a blood-like inspiration.

Soon, an aircraft fell from the sky, and two tall Primarchs walked out of the hatches on both sides, each wearing a brand new suit of armor.

The shorter one among them wore a nearly full-coverage armor in three colors: yellow, black, and silver. The other's exposed golden armor had red skin like remelted copper on his arms.

"Today, I saw many new faces among you." The Lord of Iron spoke first, his steady voice brushing the heaviest iron string in each heir's heart, bringing out a deep sound with a long aftertaste. "Before the transformation, I allow you to participate in the Legion's cooperative training program. I hope you can understand the Astartes. Even if you have not undergone surgery, I already regard you as warriors."

"Next, my warriors will conduct joint training with the Iron Warriors." The red giant's voice was softer, and his emerald green eyes looked at his children intently, "My brother's army already has combat experience. And you, my children, have talents that have yet to be developed.”

"In addition to each other, you may meet another dangerous person on the battlefield. Try your best to complete the mission goal under his sudden interference. The successful team will get my attention."

"I'll be watching you too," Magnus said. "Don't be afraid of getting hurt, I will heal you."

"In the next month, I will draw up a group list and conduct ten groups of compound environment combat training every week. While deepening the spirit of cooperation among the legions, I hope that each of my battalion commanders will write a battle report after the battle. In reviewing the market, be sure to clarify the reasons for victory or failure.”

"Fighters of Thousand Dust Sun, you have not yet participated in the battle, so my requirements for you can only be stricter. After each battle, I hope that among the ten societies, ten qualified battle reports will be submitted after internal evaluation. I will assist you in setting up a tactical discussion group and establish an internal journal. I will select a number of outstanding documents and publish them in the weekly for reference by the legion."

"Do you understand the order?"

"My children, do you have any questions?"

The Astartes praised him one after another, and Dantioch found that Frix's eyes had been fixed on their future genetic father - Perturabo, whose name he had long heard in Olympia. An all-rounder in military, technology, people's livelihood, and art, under his rule, Lokos was described by the Olympian countries as a fantasy paradise favored by the gods.

Dantioch was skeptical of the praise until he saw with his own eyes the fortresses and fortresses built by Lokos. Since then, although he has not spoken outright to anyone, he has already had expectations for the future genetic father.

He raised his head and used the steps prepared for the unmodified to look past the tall bodies of the Astartes and directly at the two Primarchs on the stage. When Perturabo's eyes as calm as cold iron swept over each heir, Dantioch had the illusion that he was being watched. He couldn't help but swallowed under the pressure of the original body, and looked directly at Perturabo. Turabo.

Then, a smile flashed across the Primarch's face, not a sneer or a false smile, but a heartfelt and contagious emotion. This fleeting look hooked the heart of every Iron Warrior, causing their two hearts to beat powerfully within the package of steel and flesh.

Although Perturabo said nothing, his descendants knew that the Primarch would be satisfied when he saw them. This is the glory of every Iron Warrior.

He was going to be one of them. Dantioch thought. His surgery will be successful. He's going to be an Iron Warrior.

For the Primarch of this Legion would be proud of his sons.