On the berth of Lost Soul Port, the Lost Word is floating quietly, with magnetic locks tied to both sides.
Before Kayang left, an order was announced, that except for Space Marines, no one was allowed to leave the Lost Word. On the one hand, it was for the safety of the ships and on the other hand, it was for the safety of the personnel. However, everyone would seem to be a little idle.
On the bridge, some people bowed their heads to deal with their own affairs, and could see three or five people huddled together to talk, while others just sat on chairs, dozed off or drank coffee - alcohol was prohibited during duty, and coffee was the only drink provided.
Above the bridge, the space belonging to the Space Marines was filled with smoke and conversation. An old audio player emitted some slow-paced music from the old era. A servant with iron plates on his chin was wiping the railing ineffectively, trying to wipe out a few stains that had not been blurred.
The music floating around is melodious and soothing. It is a famous imperial song written by famous musicians in the apostate era, called "Happy Monsieur Sebastian of the Emperor's Ascension Festival".
"Talos, do you think the 14th Legion has the possibility of breaking through the defense of the Dark Spirit Clan?"
Soshiyan said, waving his hand to dispel the smoke in front of him, all from the cigar that was held in Talos' mouth.
Talos doesn't have many hobbies and doesn't drink often, but he only likes tobacco.
Soshiyan was not stingy with him, and the supply of Talos was the best and most expensive tobacco in the empire, but Soshiyan himself did not like this taste very much.
"I can't say it."
Talos said, drinking all his cups in a flash and signaling the servant to give him two more cups.
"But you can't underestimate Motarian. He was a big trouble back then, but now he becomes the Demon Prince, that will only be even more troublesome."
"Have you seen him with your own eyes before?"
Soshiyan also pushed his empty cup aside.
"Before becoming a demon prince."
"I've seen it, but it's very far away. At least he certainly didn't see me."
"I thought the Eighth Legion was always isolated."
"Not all, the situation of the Great Expedition is much more complicated than what is recorded in history. After Motarian returned, he only established friendships with two brothers, one was Horus and the other was Koz.
"Huh? This is really strange, why? I can understand Horus, Coz--"
"Who knows, maybe it's the pessimist mutual appreciation? Anyway, Motarian, who I know, is only close to these two primordies, and his relationship with other primordies is very bad, especially Magnus, and he has had conflicts with many primordies, such as Kiliman, Coraks, San Gilles, Chagatai Khan and Fogrim-Peturabo, it seems that rumored that he has a good relationship with him, but both of them have a good character, at most they are just not in the water of the well."
"It seems that he is really annoying."
"On the one hand, on the other hand, he is too close to Horus, which can easily make people feel that he is actually loyal to his brother Horus rather than his father. There are several primordials who have made small reports with the Emperor, and the more famous ones are Kiliman and Corax."
"Your news is surprisingly well-informed."
"I used to be a legion pharmacist. Because of the recovery of corpses on the battlefield, I often need to walk around other legions."
"I'm a little curious, what do you think of this primordum?"
The servant quickly filled the wine glasses of the two. Talos took a deep breath and then exhaled a smoke ring.
"What do you think? If you have to give the Primarch a high or low degree of nausea, then the first one must be Angelon, and the second one must be him, of course they are all positive numbers."
"It seems you have a lot of opinions about him."
Soshiyang smiled and shook his head, then took out a few large ice cubes from the box beside him and poured them into his wine glass, which accounted for almost half of each.
"I can ignore it as irritable as Angelon, I can tolerate it, I can tolerate it as crazy as Coz, I can despise it as arrogant as Fugen, I can laugh at it as ignorant as Luo Jia, but I can't stand it as hypocritical, stupid and inferior as a guy like Motarian."
Soshiyan smiled, touched Talos's with his cup, and took a sip.
"What's the point?"
Talos put the cigar on the ashtray beside him, then took a sip and moistened his throat.
"You know the Nikea Conference."
"I know."
"At that time, there were two primordials who stood up to criticize Magnus, one was Ruth and the other was Motarian. Both of them were famous for their deep hatred of psychic energy, but there was still a psychic organization in the space wolf. Everyone thought Ruth had a bit of double standards, but there was indeed no psychic in Motarian's death legion. Everyone thought he was a firm anti-psychic, and he also boasted about himself."
"I understand, but he became a subspace creature."
"So his hypocrisy is hard not to disgust. Considering that Motarian has a strong hatred for the psychics, wizards and mysterious phenomena, many people feel that joining the Horus camp and joining the disordered Chaos forces seems to be contrary to his own interests, not to mention using this power to further achieve his own goals. Even the offspring who are alienated from him do not think Motarian would fall so quickly... But the fact is that he was almost the earliest primordial, and the degree of depravity is still so deep that the entire legion has become a cesspool of psychic and subspace power."
Soshiyang looked up at him.
"So what about his power?"
Talos sighed.
"I know, and you know that no matter how much shit they do, they are always primordials. Once they ascend to the devil, their destructive power will increase exponentially. During the Great Rebellion, I have also witnessed several battles of primordials. To be honest, just me, you and Kayang can kill a war gang in the eyes of fear, but under a demon primordial, our chances of winning are very low. Of course, Magnus is an exception. If you add Kayang, you should be able to torture it at will."
"Okay, it seems we'd better not meet him."
Soshiyang drank all the wine in the cup, and the servant walked up and silently filled another cup.
Suddenly, Soshiyang laughed.
"Talos, are we not like Space Marines at all like this now?"
After hearing this, Talos laughed.
"Ha, I know more than you what the Space Marines should be like, let alone... Who dares to conclude that the earliest Space Marines were not a group of soldiers who lost Moshi's head, smoked, drank and teased women every day? The dust of history has buried too many things. Today's Space Marines, in the past, were just a group of strange religious knights, you understand."
"Well... the earliest Space Marines, indeed, the Empire should not have any relevant records of the various legions before the Primros returns."
Talos put down the wine glass and changed the subject.
"Soshyan, why are you so interested in the 14th Legion today?"
"Because I had a hunch that it might run into them, no, or it's a high probability that we'll run into them, after all, you've seen it, right?"
“Seeing doesn’t necessarily mean we’re going to bump into them.”
"As well... then again, why are the records of the Fourteenth Legion so fewer than other rebel legions? I can even see a lot of records of the Eighth Legion in the archives of the war team, and the records of the Fourteenth Legion on the Great Expedition are almost blank."