supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"Establish a new type of combat unit across legions..." Manus pondered, then, he looked at Don and Jaghatai Khan and said:

"I think it's feasible. On the basis of the 'Steel Forged Wings' company, you two legions can send out another hundred to three hundred soldiers. If Sanguinius, Guilliman, and Leon don't rebel Let them send another 300 to 400 people, so that the strength of a Dalian company can be supported, and the soldiers don't need to worry about their equipment..."

"I think it's okay, carry forward the combat style of each legion, and then make up for your own shortcomings," Chagatai Khan clapped his hands and smiled, "I agree."

Afterwards, the two looked at Dawn together, and the latter was a little uncomfortable being looked at by these two eyes. He muttered something that no one could hear clearly, then nodded, and said:

"Okay, I'll let Sigismund send out fifty members of the Templar Brotherhood, and then draw a hundred fighters from each Great Company."

Rorschach took out his data pad and began to communicate with the three Primarchs. At this moment, he suddenly remembered a very important thing, so he asked: "Speaking of which, this new combat unit... What should this new warband be called?"

"White Storm."/"Heart of Iron."/"Immortal Shield."

The three Primarchs looked at each other, and continued to speak:

"Storm Hunter."/"Unyielding Steel Army."/"Crimson Fist."

"..."

For a moment, the entire meeting room became a little awkward.

"...Well, it's still called the Blade of the Empire," Rogal Dorn said.

"It will be dropped by ○○."

"Haha, is that called Gray Wing?"

"...Is there any difference between this one and the last one?"

"..."

"Forget it, let's call it the Glory Knights, the Glory Knights." Rorschach finally stopped the discussion of several people, "You provide the personnel, and I will provide the equipment. Gather outside my base in two days, and I will Let them change gear and adapt to new gear during the voyage."

"Yes." / "I have no objection." / "Just do it, Rorschach."

Just as Rorschach was about to finalize more details with the Primarchs, the door of the meeting room opened, and Malcador walked in holding a black box with extremely luxurious and exquisite workmanship with golden rims. Followed by several imperial guards and nuns of silence.

Facing the gazes of several people in the meeting room, Malcado didn't say anything, just put the box on the table, and said directly:

"The Empire needs a Regent who can preside over the events of the Emperor's mishap."

Those words made the Primarchs look at each other in disbelief.

"Is it a bit early?" Chagatai Khan asked back, "That one hasn't made any mistakes yet, and there is a big rebellion..."

"Chaghatai, Malcador just came here to announce this matter, and he has already made a decision."

The Primarch of the Iron Hand folded his arms around his chest, closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and said:

"As long as it's not Don and Russ."

"I'm still here, Manus," Dorn complained helplessly. Of course, he knew who he was, but...the Regent...

Dawn's eyes drifted to Manus and Jaghatai:

Manus is too cold, he will only turn the Empire into a heartless machine.

Chagatai is too unruly, he will not be trapped in this position, just like no one can control the wind.

The image of Corax was not suitable to be the regent, and Dawn couldn't imagine how Corax would lead a group of people to sing melancholy poems after he became the regent.

The Vulkan people are so nice, sometimes they can't make up their minds about their own people, and they can easily fall into the political vortex and cannot extricate themselves.

Ruth stopped talking, feeling tired.

After turning around, a name flashed across Don's mind, so he asked aloud:

"Sanguinius? He's still alive, not a traitor...indeed, if it was him..."

Malcador nodded, and then the prime minister of the empire looked at Rorschach, patted the box on the table just now, and said:

"Give this thing to Sanguinius, he will understand."

Chapter 385 Chapter 190 Chapter Eight: The Angel's Dream

Dreams are always chaotic.

Even for Sanguinius, who has the ability to predict, the same is true. His dreams are not only fragmented, but even hidden dangers, but more often they are just a sign, a possibility...

Crimson petals fell from the sky and landed on Sanguinius' palm.

The master of the Ninth Legion, the king of Baal, the archangel of the empire, was bathing in a peaceful scene at this time. He was standing on the balcony of a tall building, which was full of flowers of various colors, gently The comfortable wind brushed over Sanguinius' skin, and the wonderful touch even made the pair of white wings behind him tremble subconsciously.

where am i?

Sanguinius looked down at his attire, the plain robe, suddenly, he felt something on his head, the archangel took it off and put it in front of his eyes:

It's a golden laurel wreath.

And the style is very familiar to him... as if he has seen it somewhere... After realizing where it came from, Sanguinius woke up.

"grown ups?"

Sanguinius looked up, remembering that he was sitting on a throne, and before him was his son, Azcalon, his captain of the guard.

"I'm fine," Sanguinius said, "you go out and leave me alone."

"Yes, my lord," Azcalon looked at Sanguinius with some doubts. He saw a trace of fatigue and panic on the face of the father of genes, which made the captain of the guard feel a little worried. So, he planned to talk to Radolon (the first company commander of the Blood Angels Legion, who later became the Chapter Commander of the Blood Angels).

After Azcalon's figure disappeared in the throne room, Sanguinius let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to expel all the depression in his heart, and then he closed his eyes...

Sanguinius jumped down from the tall city wall, the wide wings gave him the ability to fly, the sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and there was a chaotic battlefield under the archangel.

The intensity of the battle was so high, the density of shells fired by both sides was so high that two shells collided in the air, but for Sanguinius, these things could not threaten him, and he would only die In... no, he won't die.

The archangel suddenly had an inexplicable confidence.

Thinking of this, Sanguinius threw the spear in his hand at his target. Of course, the spear was blown away—after all, the opponent was his brother, another angel, the Scarlet Angel, the Scarlet Butcher.

Now Angron has lost his human appearance, and has completely transformed into a beast, a monster.

"Sanguinius, come to me!"

"As you wish!" The archangel responded loudly, he waved slightly, and the spear stuck in the ground returned to his hand, reflecting the great sword in the other hand.

The aftermath of the confrontation between the two set off a storm on the entire battlefield. The dust and body remains mixed together and turned into something even more unbearable. The screams and high-pitched battle cries were intertwined. By this time, no one would care about their cries. It doesn't matter even if it's a meaningless roar.

"They left you, Sanguinius, they left you to face me!" Angron growled, the stench of saliva and brimstone spurting out of his mouth, before touching the air again. turned into flames.

"Shut up, you coward!"

Sanguinius responded. He twisted his wrist, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight out. At the moment the spear tip was missed, he let go of the spear, and held the big sword in both hands, and then——

"grown ups?"

"My lord? Lord Guilliman and Lord Leon Johnson, please see me."

Sanguinius opened his eyes and saw Azcalon's face. His heart was still beating violently. If it wasn't for this familiar voice, he might have punched the person in front of him flying away immediately. head.After closing his eyes and calming himself down, Sanguinius said:

"Please come in, my brothers."

The door opened slowly, and Sanguinius also stood up from the throne. He suddenly noticed a trace of embarrassment and regret on the faces of the two people who came in. This made the archangel raise his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"...Sanguinius, there's one thing that's embarrassing, so embarrassing, we don't even know how to tell you," Guilliman said, his ecstatic face bearing a look that Sanguinius had never seen before. Annoyed by the past, and the Lord of the Dark Angels on the side is not much better.

After hesitating for a moment, Guilliman continued:

"It's actually like this, we contacted Tyra... no, it was Terra who contacted us."

"It's a good—" Sanguinius broke off, but Leon Johnson went on to add:

"A small fleet came, and the emissary said that the Emperor wanted you to be the Regent of the Empire... Then, he discovered what we are doing now."

Sanguinius took a deep breath.

"So, I want to ask your opinion." Leon's face was very bright, and the special envoy's face was also very good after learning about the current situation, "Do you want...to solve this problem thoroughly, completely? question."

After sighing, Sanguinius realized that he had sighed more times than he could in a whole year in just a few hours. He looked at the Lord of Macragge, his brother, and asked:

"Guilliman, what's your opinion?"

"My opinion is to talk to him first... In fact, he saved my soldiers on the way here and shattered an attempt by a Word Bearers army to infiltrate five hundred worlds, so I tend to Let's talk first."

"Let me talk to him," Sanguinius said, reaching out to pat Guilliman and Leon on the shoulders, and saying:

"If the matter has reached the point of irreversibility, you can just say that I bewitched you."

"Stop talking stupid things," Leon growled in a low voice, a trace of anger flashed deep in his eyes, "We are not such cowards, and we have no intention of betraying our brothers."

"Talk first, if there is no agreement," Guilliman added.

"Okay... let him come in and talk to me," Sanguinius said, and then Guilliman and Leon exchanged glances and left the throne room, and the Archangel sat back on the throne, waiting The envoy comes.

Sunlight pierced into the throne room from the window, and also threw the colored paintings on the glass into it. Mottled shadows covered Sanguinius' body, but these shadows were quickly driven away by more dazzling and warm light ,at the same time……

"..."

"……grown ups?"

Sanguinius opened his eyes, and it was Azcalon who appeared in front of him. He only heard the loyal captain of the guard say:

"My lord? Lord Guilliman and Lord Leon Johnson, please see me."

The archangel lowered his eyes and said:

"Please come in, my brothers."

Chapter 386 Chapter 190 Chapter IX Glory Knights Battle Group

Sorolla Ann was sitting in front of the workbench in his room. There were several shoulder armor parts on the workbench, and he was performing maintenance exercises according to the instructions on the screen. The new commander of the battle group believed that the soldiers in the battle group To have some maintenance skills...

Yes, a new battle group, on the basis of the "Steel Forged Wings" company, the White Scars, Thousand Sons, Emperor's Sons and Imperial Fists have all sent about a hundred fighters to join this new battle group, The Chapter Master is Nathaniel Gallo, former Captain of the [-]th Great Company of the Death Guard. (Just kidding, Nurgle's holy number is seven)

Although some fighters complained about this, under the guarantee of Galo's previous record and the sealer Malcador, this brave fighter successfully became the commander of this new and complicated battle group, Glory Captain of the Knights' Order.

The entire battle group is currently temporarily divided into eight companies, each company has a capacity of 130 people, and all fighters from other legions have been broken up and divided into different companies according to their expertise and combat skills.

Sorolla An threw the parts on the table and turned off the screen. He leaned on the back of the only chair in the room, feeling the faint shaking of the ship when it was on a routine voyage... A whole fleet, belonging to Because the fleet of the supreme lord of the empire, Rorschach, was heading towards Macragge.

Thinking of this, Sorolla An felt a little irritated. He stretched out his hand and pressed the edge of his face. Ever since he became this face, he has always felt uncoordinated, and this feeling has become more and more intense... Suo Laura Ann worried that she was gradually becoming a real Raven Guard.

Just as he was about to do something, there was a knock on the door, so Sorolla Ann got up and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a warrior wearing a gray armor, the same Glory A-type power armor, except that the emblem of his original legion was painted on the soldier's left shoulder armor, and on the right shoulder armor was a sword wrapped by lightning. The long sword that he wears, which is the emblem of the Knights of Glory.

"Captain Sorolla An," said the visitor, and Sorolla could recognize from his shoulder armor that this was a soldier from the White Scars Legion, "The chapter chief is calling all the company commanders..."

"I'll put on my armor and go," Sorolla replied, but when the warrior left, he asked again:

"Any more specific orders?"

"Not anymore, Captain Sorolla, but it is probably a combat mission."

"Okay, thanks for your reply."

Sorolla Ann closed the door and let out a breath. He hated the knock on the door very much now. Afterwards, the soldier quickly put on his armor and went out.He got on a shuttle bus dedicated to space fighters and headed towards the conference hall.

The current station of the Honor Knights is on a Ceratopsian battlecruiser transferred from Mars in the prison galaxy. After simple modification and renaming as "Sacred Sword", this ship has Horn's battlecruiser became the first ship of the Honor Knights Chapter.

As the shuttle continued to move forward, Sorolla An could see autonomous machines, machine servants, and space warriors walking in the ship. There were very few ordinary human crew members on this ship, and most of them were Orders of the Circle The mechanical priests, these priests with good combat power and profound knowledge are responsible for maintaining and controlling the ship.

"Take me for a ride, Captain Sorolla An," said Kurland, a company commander from the Imperial Fist. Of course, after several duels and assessments, this dedicated warrior successfully became a knight of honor A company commander of the regiment.

Kurland grabbed the railing of the ferry and jumped up, sitting next to Sorolla Ann. He held his own helmet in his hand, and the long sword was hanging on his waist, but Sorolla Ann didn't see it. His bolter.

"How are you dealing with those thorns under your hands?" Kurland asked. This son of Dorne has the same resolute face as his genetic father. To his question, Sorolla Ann just shrugged , replied:

"I asked them to maintain the VF fighters, and they are not allowed to use nano repair machines."

"Then you are really ruthless," Kurland frowned at Sorolla An.

Sorolla pretended to smile relaxedly, and then put his mind on the next meeting.

A few minutes later, they came to the meeting room, and the other company commanders in the meeting room were already there, and the battle group leader, Nathaniel Gallo, was standing on the stage, looking at the The last two people who came said:

"Take your seat quickly, two, we have action."

Afterwards, Jia Luo turned on the projection screen, which showed the appearance of a ship. The appearance of the ship was tattered, like a fishing boat that had crashed into a rock. After zooming in on the image, everyone could even see the ship. Human remains and Space Marine corpses on the surface.

"This ship was identified as the ship of the Ultramarines. It seems that an extremely fierce battle took place, and we also received a distress signal... However, the think tanks of the Legion felt chaos on that ship, that is, Traces of those warp daemons."