Solar Star Field, Invite Galaxy, Invite Prime, Dorn Square
Before the Imperial Fists' home planet was officially identified as Terra, their home planet had always been Invite, a cold world with huge ice caps. The hive on this planet was also called the Ice Hive, just like a
Towering snow-capped mountains.
The great primarch of the Imperial Fists and the guardian of the Empire, Rogal Dorn landed in this ice world and was raised by a member of the Ice Clan in the Frozen Hive.
This man was the patriarch of the House of Dorne, and soon became Dorne's grandfather, teaching him many military strategies and survival skills.
Even after he discovered that he was not related to his "grandfather", Dorn still cherished his memory, and it was rumored that the primarch kept one of the patriarch's fur-trimmed robes and slept with it in his bed every day.
On the bed.
Eventually, Dorne became not only the leader of his clan, but also the leader of the entire world and even the surrounding star fields, ruling the Inwit galaxy as the emperor of the Dorne family.
The Feast of Blades originated from a competitive event between the Invit clan, so the first Feast of Blades was held on Invit, and this has been the case for all subsequent events.
Even though the original body has gone away and the Imperial Fists' home planet has become Holy Terra, this tradition has not been abandoned. In the huge arena known as Dorne Square, every hundred years, the descendants of Dorne
They will gather together to talk about the friendship of blood.
Dorn Square is located in the center of the central plateau of Invite. It used to be the fortress of the Imperial Fists in the past, and now a small team has been stationed here for a long time.
But today, the place is busier than ever.
After a hundred years, the 84th Blade Feast kicked off——
Donne Square is a large oval-shaped arena with a granite floor as smooth as a mirror, shining like the opal of the ancient royal astrologer.
Around the square, huge torches filled with promethium fuel were burning, and the blazing flames reflected the sky red.
In the center of the square is a 500-meter-long and 100-meter-wide competition area, which is now divided into many small competition arenas for future use.
The format of the Feast of Blades is very simple. It starts with a qualifying round, so the contestants then draw an enemy and engage in a one-on-one duel. The warriors represent their respective battle groups.
Initially, the Feast of Blades only had twelve warbands participating regularly, but after the Beast Wars, as the number of sub-chambers continued to increase, the Feast of Blades also canceled the original quota limit and changed it to thirty-two warbands.
In theory, any sub-chapter of the Imperial Fists can come to participate in the feast, but usually the warbands participating in the feast are determined ten years before it begins. After all, most of the time, various warbands are scattered across the galaxy and can gather together.
It is not easy to unite thirty-two battle groups.
The Feast of Blades has also changed the original competition system, adding a qualifier, and 16 warriors were selected through the qualifier to participate in the official competition.
After that comes the top 8, semi-finals, and finals.
All opponents are drawn at random, and the winner will not only receive the title of Blade Champion and the Blade Medal, but his or her Chapter will also receive the protection of the holy relic Sword of Sebatus for a hundred years.
Dorn broke his first sword at his knee after failing to protect the Emperor during the Horus battleship landing, and the Sword of Sebatus was the second he wielded after that.
During the Battle of the Iron Cage, Dorne appeared on the battlefield brandishing this sword, so the Sword of Sebatus is considered one of the most revered sacred objects left by Dorne.
"What a big scene."
Walking through one of the many passages in the square, Soshyan sighed sincerely.
At this moment, he was wearing finely crafted power armor that symbolized the status of the chapter leader, a helmet with flame patterns, his chest was covered with medals and ribbons, and he was wearing a short silver-gray cloak.
Behind him were twenty-one Honor Guards wearing Terminator armor, and to his left was Ustad with a calm expression.
Overhead, hundreds of transport ships were suspended in the low altitude, their roaring engines resisting the ruthless pull of the planet's gravity. Their role was to act as temporary transport vehicles when needed, and to use themselves as part of the loudspeaker.
As far as Soshiyang knew, all the thirty-two war groups that accepted the invitation sent people to participate in this grand event. Each war group's exclusive viewing platform had its own battle flag or emblem in the center, forming a unified order.
A dizzy ocean.
The Astral Knights were among the last troops to land, and now the entire continent was as hot as a blacksmith's furnace. Only the greatest beings in the galaxy could inspire such reverence.
This will be a unique event.
The Terminators gathered Soshyan in the center and crossed the mirror-like ground.
"I haven't seen so many legionnaires in many years."
Suddenly, Talos's exclamation voice sounded from the communicator.
Soshyan had no plan to take him with him. After all, if a Night Lord was suddenly discovered in this place, it would be no joke.
But he couldn't stand Talos's insistence and insisted on coming to see the "big scene". In addition, he was not sure about leaving this prophet in the battle group after he left, so he could only put together a set of Terminators for Talos to wear.
Go up and make three chapters.
Conversation with people outside the warband is not allowed.
Faces are not allowed to be shown.
Not allowed to leave Soshyan's sight.
Talos readily agreed, and Soshyan had no choice but to bring a Night Lord to the Holy Land of the Imperial Fists.
Along the way, Soshyan kept praying in his heart, hoping that the emperor could forgive him for his ridiculous behavior.
"And it's nice that it's not all yellow. I hate yellow, it makes my eyes dazzle."
"talk less."
After saying that, Soshyan looked at those flags. He knew most of them, but a few were relatively unfamiliar to him. After all, the Imperial Fists had many sub-groups, second only to the Ultramarines. There were currently at least two hundred Imperial Fists in the galaxy.
The sub-group of Quan is active.
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As far as the eye could see, thousands of Astartes occupied the viewing platforms around the square, preparing for their next competition.
Although there were many people, it was not very noisy. The sons of Dorne showed strong discipline and never spoke loudly unless absolutely necessary.
However, a sense of tension caused by the pride and arrogance of soldiers still filled the surroundings. This situation was quite common when soldiers connected by blood gathered together.
Each son of Dorne looked at his brothers, identifying those who were the strongest, the proudest, or the bravest.
Especially those group champions who want to participate in the competition, their eyes are particularly sharp, and they are always screening out the opponents they think are the strongest.
At this time, Soshyan felt that Ustad's breathing became a little faster beside him. He turned his head and said softly:
"Don't be nervous, just use the skills taught to you by Instructor Sol. We focus on participation."
Ustad has officially served for less than fifty years. Although he has barely escaped the category of recruits, he still has a long way to go before becoming a veteran. And those champions of the Chapter are all elite warriors who have served for more than a hundred years. This is very important to him.
It created a lot of psychological pressure.
So it's not surprising to feel nervous.
"Yes, Chapter Commander."
A forced smile appeared on Ustad's face, but his breathing gradually calmed down.