In the dark network, a mottled warship was gliding. It used to be a cruiser belonging to the Legion of Word Bearers, called the Eternal Disintegration, but now it belongs to a new master and has a new name-
Sophist.
Although the interior of the warship was brightly lit, everything seemed gloomy and dim in a conference room attached to the bridge.
The light fell into black and non-reflective walls, floors and ceilings, as if they had never appeared before. Even the Space Marines who filled a lot of space with huge volumes did not provide much ease or light, and their armor only added a sense of depression in the atmosphere.
The only flash point is the right shoulder armor of each Space Marine, which shows a three poisonous snake with its head raised and breathing.
Silence is as conspicuous as a shadow. Space Marines maintain perfect silence when standing or sitting, neither ignoring each other nor communicating with each other. Even their comrades seem to be alert, but they do not express threats or contempt.
The atmosphere was filled with heavy respect, but there were signs of doubt and sarcasm.
This is the culture of the Alpha Legion. Since the Great Expedition, they have been shrouded in fog. Even those who know them best dare not speak out and know their most basic structure.
After the Great Rebellion, the Alpha Legion was divided and everyone ran for their own goals, but there were always some leaders who could gather their believers through their personal charm and unite these mysterious warriors with powerful oaths.
But even so, commanding a group of Alpha warriors is still one of the most severe challenges that a ruler may face in this life. This not only means that he must always pay attention to whether his subordinates are still the same person—this is just the simplest part.
It is also necessary to resolve the chaotic ideology and ideas between the Alpha factions, and to carefully explain the deep-rooted and fundamental conceptual conflicts contained in the two statements of "fight for the emperor" and "fight for the legion".
This situation also has a deep relationship with the culture of the Alpha Legion era. Compared with other legions, the Alpha Legion has very special and even weird in command methods. When most legions emphasize distinction between discipline and upper and lower classes, Alpha does the opposite.
Each unit in the Legion is called upon to be a "cell" that does not require external commands, able to self-motivate and self-manage, and they are also expected to show initiative in any favorable way as they perceive, and play their role in a broader combat plan.
The soldiers of the Alpha Legion emphasize the unity of autonomous passive commands and initiative, so compared with any other Astartes, the battlefield coordination and response to changing environments shown by the Alpha Legion can be said to be more superior. People have almost never seen the commanders of the Alpha Legion lead the soldiers to fight as champions or warlords, just like the Astartes officers in the traditional sense. It seems that they do not desire personal honor or desire the noble experience of fighting with the enemy with strong stern eyes. On the contrary, they are accustomed to watching the battle, observing the movement patterns of the troops and how they let the enemy sprinkle blood on the spot.
In this case, the grassroots commanders of the Alpha Legion have very high freedom, and they can even perform tasks only according to their own understanding, rather than fully following the commands of their superiors.
This model has both good and bad. The good thing is that the alpha will not be defeated by the command level, and it can better adapt to emergencies.
The bad thing is that once the legion organization completely collapses, the legion will become more broken than all legions.
Therefore, in the early days of the Great Rebellion, many conflicting ideas spread within the Alpha Legion. Although under the coordination of the Primrose, these different ideas fell into a general harmony - after all, they were all loyal servants of the Immortal Emperor at that time.
But after the Primarch "dead", these ideas eventually evolved into disagreements or conflicts, so the division of the Legion was inevitable.
In such a complex situation, a funny situation occurs, that is, for an Alpha warrior, finding why he fights has become the biggest challenge in life: victory and failure, loyalty and heresy may be confused or split into countless aspects.
After all, what happens when the meaning of duty is suddenly doubted by competing visions?
So many Alpha warriors were lost in the long war, forgetting their goal as a simple war machine, but some people were unwilling to be this situation—
Sitting silently on the floor in the corner of the room, barely noticed by others, Philo Rona folded his muscled arms over his knees and let his hood hang down to cover his face.
He was the only Space Marine in the room who chose not to wear armor to attend the meeting, instead wearing a simple black hood, hanging loosely from his body.
Philo Rona's hood was made from the shroud of a certain saint of the state, and was given to him by his mentor after he became a qualified Alpha warrior and had him use it as a sign of self-restraint.
The roughness of the fabric attached to Philo Rona's skin reassuring him, keeping his mind firm and focused.
Another reason for doing this is because he is a psychic—or may be called a wizard.
His mentor is also a think tank in the former legion. He once wandered around various war gangs as a mercenary. Later, he died in a conflict with the Demon Prince. After that, he also became a wanderer. Until he was summoned by that person not long ago and joined the war gang called the expeller.
As an Alpha, it is hard to say how deep he has to his mentor. It is only in his memory that the mentor picked him out of the garbage dump in the slum.
So since the death of the mentor, his hood was always worn on his head, and he had never even worn a carefully crafted think tank helmet granted to him based on his level and status. Even if he was wearing armor, his head would be exposed to harsh environments, and his face was hidden in the shadow of the shroud, casting his unfathomable dark eyes into the deep shadow.
He didn't even like to wear his armor because he suspected that the armor's soul did not like him to appear in front of him.
So Philo Rona would take off his armor when there was no battle. He could not find peace in that ancient will to war, but could only constantly seek balance in his heart.
I don't know how long it took, on the other side of the conference room, a hole opened with the click of the door, revealing the outline of another Space Marine.
He was standing dramatically in the bright light, but Philo Rona did not look up, he already knew who it was.
The other Space Marines in the room noticed this and quietly waited for the speech of the great raid commander, who was convinced only because the other party was a true legend-