Headquarters of the Alliance of Suffering, the traces of victory
Malakin's room was not only his rest room, but also his place of meditation.
This place is located inside the gradually repaired Scar of Victory. The four battle groups participating in the battle have their own station areas, where they can build the buildings or facilities they need.
After drifting in the universe for so long, the crying people finally had a "home".
After a long expedition and battle, Malakin also planned to let the team rest for a while and do some things that were not very convenient in the ship-based era, such as the transformation of recruits.
After receiving the expedition pardon, Malakin immediately presided over the conscription work of the battle group and recruited more than 100 new recruits scattered in several galaxies in the Storm Star Domain.
For subsequent transformation, the Crying Team specially established a medical area on the Victory Trace, which greatly improved the rough surgical environment of the Ship Base era, which could also help the recruits achieve a higher success rate.
In addition, the most common thing the Cryers do is to conduct joint training with the Astral Knights. Although there is a training ground in the Victory Trace, it is far inferior to the natural training ground of the Astral Knights on the planet's surface, so they often conduct joint training with the Astral Knights.
Space Marine's life is simple and boring, even for the leader of the battle group, Malakin, but in addition to presiding over the daily affairs of the battle group, he will also assist Soshiyan in handling some alliance affairs.
In fact, the two have become close friends who can talk about everything in the past few years.
Even Malakin was the first in the alliance to know about Soshiyan getting the blueprint of the abyss-class battleship from the abandoned ship the week before.
Now that data is lying in the warehouse, waiting for the right buyer.
"It's time to arrive."
Malakin glanced at the time, then took a deep breath.
The room is spacious and airy, much better than his room on the flagship.
Standing next to his bed was a wooden bookshelf, with old books on it just like his old friend, and the familiar feeling and their content prompted him to read it countless times.
A broken Bald manuscript lies beside a narrative poem, books about philosophy crowded with words of war, and other books that are not too eye-catching are placed in categories.
A copper incense burner was hung on the wooden rafters, and white smoke was overflowing from it.
Malakin took a deep breath of the mixed fragrance, and then stood up smoothly from the cross-legged meditation position.
He was meditating several hours ago, which is a very important daily activity for the Blood Angel.
At this moment, he was wearing a red robe and a leather belt, with a string of rosary hanging on his belt, and he looked completely like a monk.
At this time, the second company commander of the wailing man, Germain Juarez, appeared at the entrance of the room, wearing vermilion armor.
"The commander of the Soshiyang Battle is here."
Malakin nodded. In fact, before the second company commander appeared, he realized that Soshiyang had come out of his room.
"Please come in."
Juarez nodded and turned away.
Then another person entered the room.
The man was tall and wore a gray robe with loose sleeves, so that he could see the knotted muscles on his arms and his chest as undulating as a ridge.
In fact, Astartes, who are not wearing armor, is even more terrifying because their body proportions are similar to those of ordinary people, but they are as huge as those of an alien shape.
The robe of the visitor was rarely decorated, but the emblem of crossing the swords was embroidered on the left chest.
But this is enough to show his identity.
The leader of the Knights of the Star Realm, Soshyan Alexey.
Just as Soshiyan entered the room, Malakin walked to the back of the desk, took off a black wine bottle and two crystal wine glasses from the wine rack on the wall, and easily pulled open the plug and poured the clear corn-colored liquid into the two cups.
"Brother Malakin, it's been fine lately."
Soshiyan was not polite, and sat directly on the chair opposite Malakin, held the crystal cup to his lips and sipped it, enjoying the wine.
Malakin smiled slightly and sat on the chair.
"What do you think of this wine?"
“It tastes more refined than the wine I often drink.”
Soshiyang smacked his tongue.
“Melt and heavy, and full of surprising details.”
Malakin also sipped lightly, then replied with a sigh:
"This kind of grape was discovered in an unknown world in the Great Vortex Star Zone. The local indigenous people used it to make the most delicious wine. I learned this skill from them and brewed some of them myself. Unfortunately, the world was destroyed by that war... Now there is only a desolate left."
Soshiyang blinked unexpectedly.
“I never thought you would be interested in making wine.”
"Oh? Why?"
Soshiyang tilted his head and guessed whether Malakin was joking.
In his impression, the other party was a serious person, but occasionally he would tell some meaningful jokes.
"How to say, we are born for war and basically do not dabble in areas that are not related to war."
Malakin nodded and put down his wine glass.
"You're right, we're good at killing, but what does that have to do with our interests?"
"interest."
Soshiyang looked around the room and glanced at the books.
"I thought your interest was mainly in the pile of old papers."
"That's just a part, and in fact, whether it's art or interest, it's part of our lives."
At this time, Soshiyan recalled the scene of his contact with the wailing people and nodded.
"Yes, you seem to have more desire in this regard."
"That's not a desire, but a necessity."
Malakin sighed lightly.
"Every descendant of San Gilles inherits a certain emotion from the Primrose. We can feel that this emotion is a blessing, because we can apply it to war and art... But this passion is accompanied by risks. San Gilles is perfect. Although we are all born from the template of San Gilles, we are not perfect. His strong passion may fill a person's soul and make reason have nowhere to live... A person cannot easily bear the wrath of a demigod. The gifts we receive are numerous and divine, but power and evil are always together. We must also learn to control this emotion and dominate them, rather than be controlled by them."
Red Thirst and Black Wrath, the Curse of the Descendants of San Gilles, although this is an indescribable secret for mortals, but for some ancient Space Marines, these are all things recorded in the archives.
These records are also to remind future generations that they need to pay attention to something when working with the Son of San Gilles.
"What does this have to do with your interests?"
"By learning the detailed regulation of workmanship, the coating and dyeing of pigments, the wielding hammer wielding skills during carving, and the writing skills of brushes, we use this to fight against the hidden beasts in our hearts... We must learn how to live in beauty like San Gilles, because for him, all beautiful things are very important."
"I understand, you are imitating the Primarch's lifestyle."