Astralis occasionally thinks this way. When he is not receiving combat missions and is not responsible for keeping secrets, he always likes to think about it.
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The veteran of the Dark Angel came out and closed the door, leaving the old man who was not the Dark Angel inside.
Afterwards, Astralis's head turned unnaturally in his helmet. If he didn't want to complete the task, he actually didn't want to visit the mortal named Luther in the room. He never felt that this guy was
A member of the First Legion. In fact, this is the mainstream view among the Legion. At this point, he is going with the flow.
Even though Luther was brought by [The Lion] himself, special treatment will not bring universal respect, at least among the First Legion, this is indeed the case.
Even the [Lion] himself...
Astralis stopped thinking about it any further.
Is there any essential difference between this old man named Luther and those ordinary mortals who are trapped in office buildings, reviewing documents, toiling all their lives, and are extremely ignorant?
Maybe it's because he's a Caliban.
"It's impossible. The smaller their number, the less likely their warriors will die. This has always been the case with disaster stars and troublemakers. Their lives are very tough, otherwise they wouldn't be able to survive until now."
Now, this Dark Angel is only a member of seven orders or brotherhoods, which even makes him feel relaxed and a certain degree of panic: because as a soldier of the First Legion, this number is really not high.
For example, these two battle brothers who work side by side in multiple micro-groups will never mention the topic of offensive operations. After all, in this field, Astralis is a member of the [Grey Feather Order]
, and Kaslay is the backbone of the hostile Stonewall Knights. The two groups have maintained mutual hostility and criticism over related content for decades.
"[Lion], the arrogant [Lion], he has destroyed too many things. He is turning the Legion into some kind of sad object that has lost its past, memory and history, becoming something that only he likes."
The iron boots stepped on the undecorated ground, making a tooth-breaking sound of metal friction. Astralis enjoyed all of this. He walked through the hidden corridors and secret doors without any worries. Sometimes, he
Moving forward in a public area where everyone can walk, but the next second, he will push open the hidden curtain and enter an unrecognized private space that only the Dark Angel can exist.
The veterans' harsh words echoed in the room. They were not afraid to say these words or let the [Lion] hear them. He would know sooner or later anyway.
Caliban's...Luthor Knight?
Astralis wanted to laugh at this conclusion, but he suppressed the sound of contempt.
"And you, me, even us, probably won't see that day."
Although in [Moon Shadow Order], Casrae is Astralis's superior, but when the topic shifts to the [Deadwood Brotherhood], Astralis is Casrae's mentor and guide.
people.
"There is no obvious effect yet."
"What? Did you forget?"
"We used to envy the reunions of other Legions, the Astralis brothers, we rarely envied them, but we felt jealous when we saw them able to fight alongside their genetic father - we had discussed
This topic discusses the spiritual connection between the father of genes and us, but there is no doubt that we did feel jealous, and we did feel joy when [the lion] returned to us."
"Similarly, no one in this legion will own the secret, only the [Lion] does."
Twenty-six, Astralis remembers this number clearly. It is a total, an account, and the only thing he has accumulated during the decades of fighting for the emperor. But it is not
The numbers Astralis is carrying now are because some groups have quietly disappeared: when they are no longer needed by the Legion, this is the only way back.
Among the first legion, [Moon Shadow Order] is not the only one. There are several small groups that have overlapping functions with it. They maintain independence and secrecy from each other, and operate within their respective scopes without infringement.
With.
"The facts have proved that [change] is not a completely correct thing. Some things that were once correct have been recklessly erased. A wrong war is being carried out meaninglessly. This should have been a war in the
The siege of rationality and cooperation was twisted by stubborn arrogance into an arduous, one-man showdown."
But this does not prevent Astralis from being enthusiastic about this flickering atmosphere from the bottom of his heart. This is a personal hobby and a freedom that is different from the rigid emotions brought about by gene seeds.
soul.
All these entrances were strictly guarded. Occasionally he could see a silent warrior staying at the corner or at the door of some room. Astralis would nod to some of them. Some of them
Some would return the favor, others would maintain an arrogant silence, and in other cases, Astralis would accept the salute of these silent guards, again only responding to some of them and ignoring others.
.
"You know, this is difficult, Brother Casre. After all, we are thinking about some more rebellious things. In the legions of those mediocre people, their soldiers will even regard this behavior as some kind of betrayal, rather than
A necessary part of new thinking.”
"How could they all come? When have you ever seen the Second Legion acting together? Maybe there was still some possibility in Holy Terra, but since leaving the solar system, it is no longer possible."
Time passed by minute by second, and the topic between Astralis and Caslay was gradually coming to an end. They cited topics one by one, told inferences one by one, and made all kinds of disobedient remarks.
The random words flowing from their mouths are enough to make a dozen Ultramarines or Imperial Fists faint with rage.
"Brothers Castlereagh."
"No……"
"Yeah, it's impossible..."
"This is the front line against Ran Dan. [Alien], [Powerful Alien]. Once such words appear, those troublemakers are like dogs that have smelled meat. At least some of them are."
But even so, Astralis could still recognize the person in front of him.
Casre leaned on the seat, while Astralis leaned forward as much as possible, maintaining some unspoken respect.
"Then what are they doing here? Do we still have to wipe their butts?"
"Don't worry, Brother Astralis, do you really think that the [Lion] will not know what we are doing? He reshaped the Legion with his own hands, picked off the part he hated the most, and became the Spider Web's
The new core is the core that has never existed before.”
This is a matter of course.
"In other words, they didn't all come?"
As he spoke, Casre's body tilted forward involuntarily, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to change suddenly with this movement: Astralis, who had always been like a subordinate, seemed to have become a higher-level one in the blink of an eye.
That person.
"Despite the [changes] he brought about, our joy made us choose to take it all."
[Lion] knows it all.
It was precisely thanks to this that he was invited by the [Moon Shadow Order] and became one of its newcomers. This was also the twenty-sixth micro-level competition that Astralis had participated in since joining the First Legion.
group.
Astralis and Castlereagh, the former is the latter's boss at certain times, and a subordinate at other times. Occasionally, they will be competitors, but most of the time, they will also be each other's rivals.
They are the most ordinary battle brothers who have nothing to do with each other. When they meet each other in their free time, according to the topic and needs, the battle brothers can choose the one they need at this time from more than a dozen relationships and words.
"The war continues, continues to get long and stupid, and even those of the Second Legion are getting involved."
Casre responded with a smile.
Astralis listened silently, and then briefly expressed his emotion.
"Yeah, a bunch of troublemakers."
Those veterans from Terra are gradually disappearing from the legions and front lines, but there are no words. There is only blood and corpses in their place.
In other areas, the two sides will not have any common topics. Astralis will not tell Casrae about his research in [Falling Star Company], and Casrae's behavior in other groups,
He should also ignore it.
"When this war is over, [The Lion] will be truly unstoppable."
"Welcome, Brother Astralis."
Under the dim light, the two members of [Moon Shadow Order] greeted each other. They did not feel serious or nervous, because this was just a simple daily conversation and did not involve battles or deeper secrets.
.
Of course he knows, of course.
It was the Terrans who shed blood in this war, not the Calibans - countless people in the First Legion were thinking this, some of them were just sighing, and others were mixed with disdain and resentment.
The words increased as more and more blood was shed.
All this has nothing to do with etiquette or personal friendship. It is a product created by the unique legion culture of the First Legion, and everyone must adapt to it.
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In fact, this kind of deliberate darkness is not what the First Legion likes. The sons of [Lion] prefer a simple and direct atmosphere. They don't even bother to decorate the surroundings. After all, only the most primitive environment can best preserve everything.
They continued to chat, talking about the contents and tasks belonging to the [Moon Shadow Order].
The Dark Angel's journey finally ended in front of a pure black door. He opened it, and there was only a round table and a few chairs inside. The light was slightly brighter than that in the corridor, which could barely illuminate everyone's faces.
"Many soldiers from other legions do not like our arrangement, and fear has generally erupted among mortals. They believe that officials who act rigidly at the port will be their sad future, but they cannot see the deep meaning behind this and the impact on the legion.
the benefits of."
Then, he turned around and stepped onto the road to the left, and the black armor quickly disappeared into the extremely dim light of the corridor.
It's so simple that it's even dissatisfying.
Those things that cannot be discussed in the sun, those things that will not be allowed by the sun, but they exist after all, and they need to be faced after all: and this is the mission of [Moon Shadow Order].
"But we can't stop him, can we?"
The battle brothers Astralis and Kaslay continued to talk. Finally, they seemed to be tired of the topic of [Lions], so they naturally started chatting about another group of annoying guys.
There was already a Dark Angel sitting inside. He was wearing a hood, and the shadow cast on his head offset the dim light in front of him, leaving his face still hidden in the darkness.
When they reached the end of their discussion, the two battle brothers looked at each other. They thought and were silent for a while, until Astralis took the initiative to speak.
"The Second Legion...I thought they were dead."
"He is using those Calibans, using those barbarians from the forest, and even using people who are not even Astartes, but we can't stop him, because he is a [Lion], [Lion]
】unstoppable."
Even as ordinary Dark Angels, Astralis and Kaslay still have some topics, topics that only Terra veterans in the Legion have.
Kaslay smiled, a smile that was mixed with pride and sadness, as if fresh dye had been applied and destroyed at will on a completed painting, exuding complex sorrow.
In the darkness, he can think calmly and think about things that he cannot think about or even dare to think about in the sun-drenched place.
Astralis sighed.
After all, the so-called secret is the fundamental state of everything.
"How is the progress at the port?"
"Everyone in this legion has a secret, except the [Lion], who doesn't."
Of course, some things are not limited to this.
"He will do it. Through this war, the angels who belong only to the Emperor will become the knights of Caliban. Blood and war will do it all, and the [Lion] is making it expand, his knights
The legions are pouring in one after another, waiting for their bloody position."
Astralis walked in this darkness, he deliberately slowed down his pace, as if he was enjoying it.
"Do you have any new insights about the last topic, Brother Astralis?"
"Those [Fangs]?"
This is the Dark Angel Legion. When the [Lion] greatly streamlined the internal organization of this legion in accordance with the customs of its home planet, it became so simple.
"which aspect?"
Fragments of those memories flashed through Astralis's mind: the sparse queue, the silver-white armor, the flying fangs, and that... damn...