Emperor's Bane

Chapter 41 Hector

[The legion has split. 】

【We used to be brilliant, but that was once. 】

[Believe in courage, respect the emperor, there is no other choice. 】

[You can hate those dark angels, but you must also trust them, except for those Calibans. 】

【Everything starts with the Emperor! 】

[No, Your Excellency, this is not alien technology, but the crystallization of stolen human technology. 】

[The estimated casualty rate is only 85%, which is very safe. 】

【Go find the Primarch... Only the ancestor of our genes can end all this. 】

【...Exile him! ...]

[...I hereby declare...]

【... Horus... Horus... he destroyed us...】

【…】

【…】

【Huh?What is this button for? 】

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Hector had always been in the habit of sleeping in a sitting position.

He didn't like the feeling of the armor leaving him, it made him feel unprepared.

The rising star of the Second Legion will force himself to sleep for a period of time every day. The specific time depends on the actual situation of the day. Generally speaking, it is about four Terra standard hours, but if there is a long period of work ahead, It can also be extended to six standard hours.

Hector opened his eyes, and one of his hands was resting on his helmet. This is part of a pair of MK III power armor, shaped by the empire to fight against the space dwarf civilization hiding in the thick mountains and deep passages. After removing them, Hector picked up his helmet, and he stared at it, at its dark silver-white appearance, its light golden strokes, the optical imaging equipment and automatic sensing system arranged in a patchwork pattern. On top of the indestructible alloy casting body, everything in front of him will make him feel instinctively at ease.

"Hector."

Someone was calling him, and the voice passed through the door, coming from outside the door.

He didn't respond immediately, but got up, first put on the helmet, and then looked around his room, recalling the scene he remembered when he just came in yesterday in his mind, then, he stretched out his hand, slightly adjusted a few Objects until everything is exactly the same as the scene in my memory.

Then, Hector looked towards the head of the bed. His precious main weapon was placed where he could grab it anytime and anywhere. It was a broad sword with a faint green light, which was specially connected A long handle was added to suit Hector's size and fighting style.

Although he never wanted to show his face, his combat brother Traasin, who had a great sense of humor and was exceptionally knowledgeable, had told him the name of this weapon: the Star God Phase Sword.

This name is very strange, but Traasin can be regarded as the old man of the legion, even when Hector just became a real angel of death, Traasin was one of his guides, and this great sword itself is Traasin had chosen it for him in the Legion's arsenal, so Hector chose to call it that.

He grasped the great sword tightly, and swung it slowly twice to ensure the feel of his hand.

Then, he walked towards the door, and before closing the door, he did not forget to adjust the angle of the small mirror next to the door, so that when he pushed the door in again, he could see the blind spots in his vision clearly for the first time.

Safety first, Hecht always said so.

He also occasionally executes this sentence.

"coming."

Hector pushed open the door, and saw Salieri and the ancient warrior Kairon sitting on both sides of the round table on the left side of the hall, with a chessboard between them.

This is a semi-circular hall, and the circular side connects four rooms, corresponding to the four members of Hector's team. This is of course not a coincidence, but the friendship between the Dark Angel and Luthor.

"Salieri."

"Your Excellency Kairon."

"Ajax..."

Hector greeted them separately, but when his eyes shifted to the last member, he couldn't help but froze.

"What are you doing, Ajax?"

"Disarmed."

"Huge" Ajax replied with his buffalo-like voice. He was busy at the door of the hall, constantly lifting and moving various things, some of which Hector could recognize It should be the furnishings and furniture in the room. Obviously, during his rest period, someone used them to build a nondescript line of defense at the entrance of the hall.

And Ajax... is obviously a victim, a free labor who has been entrapped.

Hector narrowed his eyes, and almost subconsciously turned his gaze to Salieri, who just showed an embarrassed smile, and then motioned him to look at the other side with the same gaze.

Hector averted his gaze, and then he saw his mentor, Kairon, who was also an ancient soldier of the legion, and when he saw the corner of Kairon's mouth that was barely concealed, he found that he had found the real culprit.

"Perhaps this requires an explanation, sir."

"Ah, my sweet Hector, it's a tradition."

"When a troop of Dark Angels rests at the Second Legion's garrison, they will do the same. We are accustomed to expressing the friendship and brotherhood between the Legions by occasional night raids without live ammunition, and proper precautions Yu Weiran will be regarded as respect and adherence to tradition..."

Kairon's expression didn't look unnatural at all. He eased his body and talked eloquently, like an ancient shaman telling a wonderful story in legend. A chess piece that intends to change positions quietly.

"This knight will be eaten, Salieri, not even psychic power can save it."

If it was 20 years ago, I might really believe these words...

Hector sighed, he didn't listen to his mentor's daily unreliable speech there, but walked to Ajax's side and cleaned up with him.

"Thanks... Hector."

Ajax thanked him in a low voice, and Hector just smiled and didn't answer when he heard that.

He is very sure that there will be no hostility or bullying incidents in his team, because he knows his members like he knows five fingers: Kairon is the teacher of everyone in the team. Although he is an ancient soldier of the legion, he still Keen on all kinds of jokes, as for the relationship between Salieri and Ajax, not to mention that they are comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side for more than ten years, Salieri would not dare to provoke Ajax just because of the strength factor.

"Huge" Ajax, this simple nickname is not wrong, Ajax is at least a head taller than the ordinary Astartes, and a circle stronger, when he first joined the Second Legion, His nickname is well deserved.

Until Hector joins...

The two warriors packed up the last things and put them back in place, Hector patted Ajax on the shoulder, and the two laughed together.

Hector didn't even need to lift his arms high.

Because the height of the "huge" Ajax only reaches his chest.

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From Kairon's perspective, the size difference between his two students was like a tiger and a leopard. As for Salieri, it was probably a creature like a lynx.

The ancient soldier propped his face up with one hand, watching his two students helping each other, while with his other hand he randomly swung a chess piece, and by the way, he completely smashed the long-prepared killing formation by Salieri. Bad.

Amid the wailing of the third student, Kairon couldn't help but think of some past events. Sometimes, he would think that he might indeed be old, and he even began to like to go back to the past.

After Hector, who was so tall and burly as to be unimaginable, joined the Second Army, the "huge" nickname of Ajax, who was at the same time as him, involuntarily added a layer of ridicule, and Ajax also used practical actions made his own answer to this ridicule.

In the days that followed, Ajax insisted on dragging into the arena those who intended, did not laugh at him, and those who did not laugh at him at all, and his victory continued until the passing Hector was dragged in, and then several The trick knocked Ajax to the ground.

Since then, Ajax has become the No.1 member of the newly formed Hector team, and when the veterans talk about "huge", they have also learned to use a respectful tone. After all, Ajax His winning streak is literally hanging on the walls of the arena.

Then, as Hector's mentor, Kairon voluntarily applied to come to this team. He also brought another student of his, Salieri, an experimental think tank. This is all the members of this team so far.

Kairon lamented the past, then slowly raised his chess pieces, and captured Salieri's [King].

Salieri stared at the chessboard seriously, as if he wanted to find the confidence to regret the move, but after a while, he shook his head in frustration, then patted his armor, and stood up. It seemed that there was no more game in a short time planned.

"Hector, come and play chess with me."

Naturally, Hector had no intention of disobeying his teacher. He arranged the chessboard for both sides carefully, and then sat on the black side.

"How does it feel to be captain?"

Kairon swings the chess pieces casually, smiling at his overly cautious disciple.

"It's still a little nervous...one responsibility and four responsibilities are always different."

"I don't need your protection, little one."

Kairon let out a hearty laugh, he stroked the white [Bishop] in his hand, and spoke with a rather nostalgic temperament.

"I have seen too many leaders, whether it is the commander of our Second Legion, or those dark angels, such as my old friend Astris, or those imperial guards with eyes above the top, or even Thunder warriors, and those mortal officers who command millions of regiments, I have been fighting for the Emperor since the beginning of the War of Unification, and I have seen too many commanders in over 100 years, and I am with most of them They were all comrades in arms.”

"They are all dragons among men, Hector. Those who can climb to this position basically have no mediocrity, especially to become the leader of the Astartes, even a captain at the lowest level is the lowest. Excellent choice."

"The vast majority of them have chosen the same path as you: prudence and reason, which is excellent, and this is the real difference between fighters and officers, but the fate of these people is different. Some of them Some survived, and even now fight for the Emperor, while others have long since died, their former splendor and arrogance lost to the endless waves of conquest of the Imperium."

"Do you know why?"

Kairon smiled and watched his students fall into a long silence and deep thought. Then, he lowered his head and took the opportunity to eat one of Hector's [castle].

Finally, he heard Hector's voice.

"Why, teacher?"

Kairon didn't answer right away, he raised his pawn first, and continued to wrestle with Hector for several rounds, until he felt that his student's chest was no longer filled with complete confusion.

"I'll tell you the answer, Hector, but the reasoning is up to you."

"Will the answer be correct?"

"Who knows, we've long since lost the self-confidence to measure everything."

Calon's smile changed from bright to sly.

"After all, you have also heard, my child, how difficult it is for the Legion now. We have long since lost the glory days on the Holy Terra. At that time, you may not have been born in this world."

"As for the current legion, it is already a warship that is torn apart. It is all supported by the personal prestige of our old captain, but each oarsman has his own will and persistence. They are so balanced and evenly matched. , has been maintained for decades.”

"And Horus... that vicious bastard."

"To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised whenever it capsizes."

Hector hesitated.

"Then, teacher, the third order from the legion commander..."

"That was a scream, boy, find the Primarch of our Legion, and then solve all this? Do you think this idea is only thought of by our Legion Master? We have tried and worked hard, but to no avail. "

"However, if you still want to persist, I can give you a word."

Kyron stared into his student's eyes.

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"Despite all the impossible, the absurd will become reality."

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He raised his hand and ate another 【Knight】.

"Now, Hector, let me tell you the answer to the previous question. This is a time-sensitive answer. It will be useful when you are a squad leader or an officer in the charge."

The ancient warrior stroked his 【King】.

"What is the motto of our Legion?"

Hector subconsciously straightened his back.

"I am the blade."

"I am the fang."

"Very well, what about the battle cry?"

"Uh……"

"There is no battle cry, yes, we have always been used to charging silently, do you know why?"

"...Because internal opinions are not unified?"

"..."

"..."

"...There is indeed a reason for this, but it's not the point."

Kairon covered his face.

"Because from the moment the Legion was established, we were not used to charging in line. When the Imperial Army and the First Legion rushed to the battlefield in groups, we would form a small team to carry out the most dangerous Task."

"Therefore, slogans and battle cries are useless, because from the beginning, there was only one sign of our attack."

Kairon motioned his students to approach, then lowered his tone and spoke slowly.

"I am the blade, I am the fangs, this is what everyone needs to do, but as the captain, you need to do more than just the blade and the fangs."

"remember……"

"You are the blade."

"You are a fang."

"You are the horn."

"You are the spearhead."

(End of this chapter)