Chapter 238 The Originator of Blood Crow

"Good evening, Ahriman."

A rough but humble voice came from behind him. The son of Magnus, who was thinking about something, turned his head when he heard the sound, and then showed a smile.

"Good evening, Hector."

"How is it going?"

"For now, it's no different: defeat, annihilate, cleanse, and clean up every fortress and every resource mine we can find. Those priests of Reza are very good at doing these things in the alien world. They

The enthusiasm is also beyond imagination.”

"After all, the resources must belong to them, or most of them must belong to them."

Hector casually scrubbed the blade that was stained with strange dark green blood, and slowly came to Ahriman's side. His huge shadow shrouded the son of Magnus in it, like an unshakable

mountains.

Hector seemed to want to say something, but seemed to have suddenly forgotten.

The warrior from Prospero has recently made a new friend.

Hector, Morgan's proud son, captain of the 23rd company of the Dawnbreaker Legion, is also the youngest captain in the entire Second Legion: he may be an Astartes warrior known to the son of Magnus.

Among them, he was the tallest and strongest one. Even if an ordinary Space Marine stood up straight, it could only be barely level with his chest.

What's even more amazing is that in Ahriman's continuous observation, he found that Hector's size seemed to continue to grow: although the speed was extremely slow, the trend was obvious.

The moment he discovered this, a kind of fanaticism and loyalty unique to scholars was vividly reflected in the son of Magnus, and countless questions suddenly filled Ahriman's head: How did he do it?

?What is so special about him? Will he continue to be like this? Or will one day be unable to withstand this strange redevelopment, even with the frame and strength of the Astartes?

Yes, Ahriman is a powerful and experienced psychic, but this does not mean that as a scholar, he does not care about things other than psychic powers. Hector's strange body attracted his attention.

In the eyes of the son of Magnus, the proud son of Morgan was like a walking pile of academic papers.

As a result, he soon became a true friend with Hector. Although his gaze made the son of Morgan feel uncomfortable occasionally, Ahriman's gaze was compared to the warm light radiating from Abaddon's pupils who often came.

It's really too normal.

"Yes, Reza, or every character who comes out of the forging world, is very good at carrying out this kind of thorough destruction and correction. They are born for this."

Ahriman softly echoed his friend's words, and at the end of his field of vision, a group of terrain reconstructionists from the Mechanicus brought movable rock burners and cut a path in the broken landscape left after the battle.

The huge gap buried tens of millions of alien corpses together with their savage ruins under the displaced rocks and crushed mountain peaks, and then burned and erased them uniformly in order to preserve their sanctity.

The forge clears enough space.

In less than a Terran standard day, the Mechanicus-Priests eradicated almost all remaining traces of a glorious civilization, turning the alien nation conquered by the Astartes into a vast area filled with pungent scorch.

The smell of decadent art, promethium, plastic steel and flesh and blood tangled into billowing smoke, irritating the noses of everyone present.

"Will this place become a Forge World?"

Ahriman covered his nose. Even a month-long siege was not enough to make him irritated. He looked at the gray threads in the sky, maliciously speculating which alien wizard they might come from.

"Almost, this will become a mineral world, and at the same time serve as one of the dozens of sub-bases and supply centers of the Militant Titan Legion. In essence, it will be no different from a small forge world."

Hector's movements were the same as Ahriman's, and his heavy voice sounded from the deepest part of his throat, like thunder on a sultry afternoon, plunging people into a state of irritable panic and sobriety.

"I don't really understand these things."

The son of Magnus frowned. He was like any warrior who came out of Prospero. Apart from [knowledge], his pupils would not admit anything.

"I don't quite understand either."

Hector snorted softly, his eyes passing over those ocher-colored robes.

"But in the past few years, Ryza's Tech-Priests and their Skitarii have proven themselves to be extremely staunch allies, so most of their requests will be recognized by the Primarch. This is what we can see

The reason for more and more Reza people.”

"It's not just the Reza people: look at those robes of different colors. The team of those people is much sparser. They are avoiding Reza's skitarii, just like young lion cubs picking up food on the outside of the lion pride.

Residue, they obviously belong to other forging worlds."

"Yes, they are from Corinth and Tigres respectively. They are two forge worlds in the east of the galaxy. They are not big in size. They just joined the Federation of Avalon not long ago and swore service to the Emperor and the Primarch.

."

"Forging World, what do you want with so many forging worlds?"

Ahriman was a little confused.

"Generally speaking, a larger forge world is enough to bear the daily operations of an Astartes Legion? This is the case for our Thousand Sons Legion and Zhao-Arkadar. We only need this one for the Mechanicum.

For partners and trading partners, there is no need to consider legion equipment issues."

"After all, the Astartes Legion itself has the ability to forge basic equipment, and the cooperation with the Forge World is not mainly for the Titan Legion and their special treasures."

"Special treasure?"

There was a light shining in Hector's pupils that Ahriman was not aware of.

"Yes, Zhao-Arkadar can produce an artificial object infinitely similar to the spiritual bones of the Eldar. It may be one of the most bizarre psychic creations known to the Human Empire. This is also the reason why Magnu

The reason why Mr. Si would choose to cooperate with them."

"Other than that, they don't have anything more worthy of our attention. After all, the forging world is too far away, far to the southernmost end of the Milky Way. On the edge of the Storm Star Territory."

Ahriman was talking eloquently, while Hector nodded silently. When he realized that the Thousand Sons Captain was not aware of what he had said, the descendant of Morgan appropriately changed the topic.

"This is the first step for the Avalon Federation to expand eastward. Starting from these two well-established forge worlds, our fleet is penetrating into the Aegis Sector. There are more than a dozen star systems there with fertile land.

They produce enough food to feed the population of ten sectors."

"Expanding eastward? Is this your next strategy?"

"It should be that after pacifying Avalon and its surrounding three star sectors, we actually have no new expansion direction. The south and southwest are Ultramar's territory, and the southeast is the Gulf of Damocles.

, to the northwest is the Olympia Star Territory that the Iron Warriors have established early, and the only direction is to the unexplored far eastern frontiers of the Milky Way in the east."

"In fact, you can also go west. Many star regions near the Maelstrom have not yet submitted to the empire's rule. The recovery and conquest of them will continue for at least several decades."

"No, Ahriman."

Hector shook his head, his pupils shining with a cunning light that the son of Magnus did not understand and had never cared about. It seemed to be some kind of wisdom.

"You know, Ahriman, the Second Legion is different from other legions. We can carry out [Ultramar Mode] on the world we have recovered by ourselves."

"Ultramar mode?"

"A word invented by my mother: self-governance like the Ultramarines. Neither taxes nor levies can be commanded by Terra, symbolizing a high degree of independence and autonomy."

"That's true...but I've never heard of the term [Ultramar Mode]."

"Me neither, but this word will become very popular in the future."

"How to say?"

"I don't know, that's what Mother said."

"...Okay, let's talk about the previous topic: Why don't you choose to go west?"

"Because of [Ultramar Mode], my friend, although our privileges were given by the Lord of Mankind, and although the establishment of the Avalon Federation was approved by the Emperor, this high degree of independence is destined to

From the moment we open up our territory, we must fight our way to the edge of the galaxy, and we must be the pioneers and thugs in external development. Our country can only stretch from the borders of the empire to places that Holy Terra has never heard of.

Distant location areas: For example, the eastern edge of the Milky Way, headed by the Salamas Sector."

"Our country can only exist in those wilderness worlds that have not been illuminated by the light of Holy Terra. It can only exist as an extension of the empire's rule over the edge areas of the galaxy. Only when these prerequisites are established can the Federation of Avalon be taken for granted.

The earth maintains [Ultramar Mode]."

"And once we change direction, once our expansion tip shifts from unknown frontiers to known maelstroms, even if we are still recovering lands that are not part of the empire, we must make a choice: either give up on humanity

The [Ultramar Mode] given by the Lord himself, as a support force and a pure expeditionary force, will hand over the world we conquered to Terra. Otherwise, we will become the second Ultramarines, or even more

Oops.”

"Because we are no longer the distant loyal servants of the Shepherd in Terra's eyes, we have become villains who dare to steal food in their eyes: it is such a huge difference between a pair, and it is such a simple truth."

"So, until we stop [Ultramar Mode], we're only going east."

Hector's answer was slow and sure, like a young student reciting a familiar piece of knowledge. His eyes were always staring at the wave of exhaust gas set off by the Omnissiah believers in the distance, recalling that unknown moment.

It's so important, but it's also a small thing that you should remember.

Ahriman blinked, thinking about the topic, and quickly asked another question.

"But I remember that Ultramar has been expanding irregularly. Whether it is the desolate space outside the Milky Way or the star areas near the Maelstrom, the flag of the Five Hundred Worlds has been constantly raised in these years.

Even Octadius has sworn to Guilliman: it is not far from Prospero."

"Yes, this is the biggest difference between them and us."

"So, the only ones who are ambitious are the Ultramarines, right?"

Hector's soft smile made Ahriman's heart tremble, and he realized that there was no point in continuing this topic.

"How do you know so much about this... political topic? Hector?"

"Because of the order of the original body: every high-ranking and junior commander must submit a plan for the next step of the legion, and ordinary soldiers are also allowed to join this activity. According to Mother's words, every company commander
To be continued...