For Zahariel, the burning galaxy is no more different than the forests of Caliban.
This too-young Dark Angel loves Caliban, which is his hometown. He misses it. He often thinks of the time he spent there: the majestic Knights Hall, the giant beasts of the deep forest with menacing minions, and the
There were days when they fought side by side with the brother knights. They would often hunt down the giant beasts that caused trouble to one side, and occasionally they would go to war with other rival knights, but such fratricide was always very rare.
Zahariel even remembered the day when he first met his genetic father: after joining the reserve team of the great Knights of Order, he went through two years of unimaginably arduous actual combat training and final elimination selection.
, but in the end, he successfully passed all the tests, and when Zahariel was nine years old, he entered the most sacred main hall of the Knights of Order.
Leon Jonson is there.
He stood there, in the center of the auditorium, at the core of the ground shaped by bluestone.
Like a lost god.
The most famous and greatest behemoth killer in Caliban is unusually tall and burly. His dark green armor is covered with scratches and dim blood spots from behemoths. For a knight of Caliban,
, even the most luxurious medals are far inferior to these traces of battle.
He stood there without saying a word, looking up and down at the candidate with calm eyes. This great knight lord was not alone. The most prominent figures in the knights: Luther, Lord Seifer, and even Zay.
Harel's mentor Lemuel also gathered around him, but compared to the Lion King, these powerful knights were like a group of clumsy followers.
The following memories were fragmented and blurry. Zahariel could hardly remember how he faced Jonson's problems and tests. It was like a dream, an adventure that only existed in poetry.
He seemed to have passed through unimaginable mountains and rapids, killed countless monsters and demons, and went to the lost temple alone to seek treasures that had been buried for countless centuries. Holding the sharp blade made by the gods, he
Killed the sky-eating dragon that only exists in the oldest legends.
But when Zahariel really lifted his spirits and faced reality, he only saw Zhuang Sen's plain but majestic gaze.
The footsteps of the two Astartes and a mortal gradually left the port in the void. They went deep into the interior of the star port and trudged among the areas that had been repaired and maintained. These areas that had been put into use were darkened.
The angels are uniformly painted in a simple mixture of black and crimson, with the only decorations being the snow-white sword and six wings, and the golden imperial double-headed eagle.
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"You can stay away from them, Morgan. The recruitment targets of the 19th Legion are mainly the children of the sinful slave owners at the foot of the palace. They have brought the bad habits of the mortal era to their own legion and are keen on brutal and horrific killings.
His attitude towards mortals is even worse than that of the Iron Warriors."
Next to those rude warriors, there are often a few silent warriors sitting. Their armor is a fusion of light green and dark green, with large areas of paint peeling off, making it look excessively worn.
【he can.】
Morgan saw some soldiers who did not belong to the First Legion wandering in the outer area. Their armor paintings and completely different behaviors told their respective affiliations:
Those barbaric warriors wearing beast furs and blue-gray armor were wandering almost aimlessly. They observed everything around them with curiosity, and the hand that was not on the handle of the knife was restlessly exploring.
and colliding with all the delicate objects.
Before the Dark Angel finished speaking, he saw several Astartes walking out of Luther's room and turning into another passage to the side. In the dim light, Morgan could not see clearly the color of their armor, but they
But the leader was unusually eye-catching: he was an Astartes warrior who was too tall, almost a quarter taller than his compatriots.
He heard the words of the lion. It was the shortest and most solemn voice, but it brought endless joy and success. He could hear that along with this affirmation, first Luther, and then others, applauded and smiled.
, chanting ancient knightly songs, the songs wandered among the murals that recorded the knights' thousand-year journey, drifted out of the skylights made of luxurious glass and crystal products, and spread into the endless dense forest.
Under the leadership of the Son of the Lion King, Ahriman and Morgan slowly walked into the depths of Geyemala. Behind the group, the two Thousand Sons stayed. They followed the too stiff mortal official and began
Confirm some trivial details: station, supplies and trip planning.
And the discussions between them are even more interesting: even the conversations within small groups are extremely obscure and complicated, often using riddle-like tones and special nouns, and when they talk about other small groups
, the attitude of his speech was as if he was discussing strangers who had nothing to do with him or even were slightly hostile.
On the left and right sides of the corridor, groups of Dark Angels gathered in groups of twos and threes, divided into small groups. They were all wearing pure black armor, but they were as cold as strangers to each other.
This is enough!
He could hear Luther's passionate words, and he could feel his teacher Lemuel and cousin Nemir shaking his body, leaving tears of joy and blessing. He could even feel the cheers and laughter of the crowd.
A little jealousy buried in the voice...
"The Fourteenth Legion, the Twilight Raiders, the scions from Albia, suffered a lot of losses in the previous battle to defend Shana. You must be cautious and careful when fighting alongside them. Their favorite chemical warfare is often
Regardless of whether we are the enemy or not, there will always be accidental damage to targets.”
But they are not important, all of them are not important.
He will become comrades-in-arms with the King of Lions and become knights who will fight together in life and death.
Morgan's eyes wandered over the huge black wolf heads on their pauldrons, and she heard Ahriman sigh.
Occasionally, they would be lucky enough to activate them, but more often than not, they would simply destroy them rudely, eliciting bursts of frightened howls and laughter.
Zahariel's voice carried the unique pride and lightness of a young hero. He certainly had the right to do so: not everyone would be personally recognized by the Emperor and find their own place in the Dark Angels Legion at such a young age.
of status.
He has long golden hair, a solemn face, and his eyes are filled with the majesty accumulated from countless killings and hunting. The greatest hunter is looking at him. Although it is still as cold as an iceberg, Zahariel
It can be seen that he nodded towards him, as the recognition and welcome of a great man to a beginner, a champion to a candidate, and a marshal to a soldier.
He just looked forward, looking forward desperately. His gaze might be offensive, longing, or even dangerous, but he didn't care about that much anymore. He widened his eyes and just looked.
"Lord Luther is inside."
"That's the Space Wolves... just tolerate it, just like the philosophers in the city tolerate the barbarians who drink blood from their hair."
【Who are those people?】
When he mentioned Luther, Zahariel's tone couldn't help but bring out a certain respect from a younger generation.
"Before officially joining this war, I personally hope that you can have a basic understanding of our enemy: no matter how dangerous you imagined Ran Dan to be before this, please forget this estimate.
It will only be more dangerous and powerful than you imagine, maybe ten times, maybe hundreds of times."
But this interesting scene did not last long, because soon they reached the end of the corridor, where a solemn gate stood, with a huge Imperial Sky Eagle spitting out from the gate.
"The Fifth Legion and the Nineteenth Legion, they are the first defenders of Shana in the forging world. I don't know much about them, but the Nineteenth Legion has always been... not very friendly to mortals."
Zahariel spoke carefully, but Ahriman's words seemed more unscrupulous.
"If you have any questions, you can ask him for advice."
At this moment, even the endless gifts from the gods seem so pale.
"He is the most trusted person of our genetic father, a great diplomat, coordinator and warrior, and an experienced monster hunter. Lord Johnson has authorized him to hand over the reinforcements of each legion and coordinate the
All materials and data needed for this war."
Morgan and Ahriman looked as intently as possible, but this did not prevent the mortal female officer from using her consciousness to observe the situation on the left and right. She soon discovered some very interesting things: Although these soldiers of the First Legion were all wearing
They have the same armor, but the logos and honor symbols on their armors are different. They don't look like they belong to the same legion at all.
But when all this really happened, when he really got recognition and permission, none of the scenarios he imagined appeared.
In Ahriman's words, they quickly left these Astartes warriors behind. As Zahariel entered the password at the end of the corridor, a huge door made of alloy slowly opened. Here
It is the real core area of Geyemara, and it is also the part that belongs exclusively to the Dark Angel Legion.
This is enough.
He will join the great Knights of Order, he will fight side by side with the greatest monster killer, and he will become a comrade-in-arms of Leon Jonson. They will fight side by side under the same flag, kill monsters and monsters, and share the same fate.
Go to a future filled with fighting and bloodshed.
While Dark Angel was telling the story, they passed by a rest area, where stood several warriors in mottled armor. They were not many in number and seemed to have little interest in outsiders. And further out, there were numerous black armored warriors.
Soldiers surrounded them, and Morgan noticed that the latter looked at her with an almost innate contempt and arrogance.
Morgan was a little surprised, but Ahriman, who had heard about it for a long time, was already used to it: it was nothing more than a layer-by-layer trick, with one link within another. This could even be regarded as the unique characteristic of the First Legion.
Zahariel had imagined countless times how he would face this moment: he might be unusually indifferent, or he might be complacent and loudly make the greatest and most arrogant oath. He even worried that he would be in such a situation.
Losing grace in the situation, becoming a buffoon, etc.
If the outskirts of Geyemala are decorated extremely plainly by the Lion King's descendants, then this real core area is simply shabby: looking around, there is a deep blue ocean, which is the most basic spliced steel plate.
Color, only the dim light can barely distinguish the difference between the wall and the ground.
He only felt that everything around him seemed a little too noisy, but it seemed just right. The congratulations of his mentor and brother were like vague trills at this time, shocking his ears and thinking. He seemed to be able to smell the fishy fragrance of blood, and could
Seeing countless battlefields and trials unfolding for him.
These Astartes often have scars and wounds on their bodies, but this does not prevent them from sitting upright and letting their breath echo dullly in the countless pipes connected to the helmet.
Zahariel's whispered reminder wandered among the small group. He waited patiently and cautiously until the last soldier of the Fourteenth Legion disappeared from sight, and then spoke slowly.
A tear fell from Zahariel's eye.
Leon Jonson is there.
"Ah, them."
Zahariel just glanced at it and gave the answer casually.