supreme commander's bizarre adventure

After finishing speaking, Dawn waved his hand and signaled the Salamander warriors to leave:

"I have other things to tell my heirs, so don't stay here."

"...Yes, my lord, we will reply to Tushan Chapter Master."

"Please."

After the salamander warriors disappeared through the heavy gate, Dawn finally set his sights on the black templar warriors with their heads down. Because they didn't get the order to get up, they kept half kneeling on the ground. The servomotor of the armor on his body screamed weakly because of this movement.

Tens of seconds later, Caleb, the lord of the Black Templar, and Priest Geratos walked in. After saluting Dorne, the two of them stood at the side of the hall with their heads bowed, without saying anything. explain.

"What is the reason for the Black Templars to fight among the stars?"

Roger Dorn looked at Grand Marshal Hebrecht of the Black Templar with scrutiny.The latter raised his head, with a little blank look in his eyes, apparently unprepared for Dawn's question. The Generalissimo and the Priest had thought about it a lot. They thought that Dawn might ask about the present of the empire, the battlefield here, and the past. history, but... Hebrecht's chest rose and fell, and he responded:

"We fight in the name of the Emperor and in your name, we blade the wrath of the Emperor against xenos, traitors and heretics - we call ourselves sons of Dorne, we slay all that threaten the empire !"

"heresy?"

Don frowned.

"Yes, heretic," Hybrecht continued, with a look of course on his face: "I can assure you that the Black Templars are definitely the most devout of the Astartes, and we exercise the power of hatred Power, with fanaticism as the blade and loyalty as the armor, the eternal crusade of the Black Templar began eight thousand years ago, and it is still going on now!"

Don: "..."

Dawn didn't speak, he was hesitating whether to treat his heirs like Perturabo, but the castle lord Caleb and the priest Geratos who were standing next to him were about to cry, they almost disregarded etiquette just now They rushed forward and covered Generalissimo Hebrecht's mouth... They had already been beaten once, and they really didn't want to suffer a second time.

"...how is Sigismund?" Dawn exhaled slowly, and finally gave up the idea of ​​stuffing the black orcs in front of him into the dreadnought. He suppressed his anger and asked other The problem:

"Is he buried in the Dreadnought, or is he dead?"

"Lord Sigismund is dead, at the hand of Abaddon the Despoiler, who is now the 'Warmaster' of the Black Legion."

After hearing some familiar words, Donne sneered. This voice was heard by the soldiers of the Black Templar. They subconsciously felt that a storm was brewing. The air in the entire hall was dull as if a rainstorm was coming!

After a moment of silence, Dawn said lightly:

"I used to think that Sigismund was my best son, his strength and intelligence were enough to stand at the pinnacle of the Astartes Legion warriors, but now it seems that he is just a warrior with strength and no thinking. My warrior, I should just throw him into some remote world and bring him with me for the rest of his life!"

"In this way, I won't have to see you idiots anymore—talking about your piety and fanaticism in front of me like a religious lunatic!"

Dawn clenched his fists, as if seeing Sigismund from Hebrecht, the first company commander of the Imperial Fist Legion who founded the Black Templar was just as cognizant of death as these Black Templars. It made him even angrier... Although Dawn was equally stubborn and rigid, he was by no means without self-knowledge, let alone being muddled in major matters.

"Self-righteous! What do you think you are doing? Calling my father and me to fight like religious lunatics?" Dorn's voice echoed in the hall, "Exercise the power of hatred? When will the Imperial Fist Legion Do you need to use hatred to drive yourself to fight?! Only Perturabo can use hatred... Only the old Perturabo can use hatred to drive himself to fight!"

"Religion! Religion! Ha... Guess what one of the reasons Horus came up with when he launched the rebellion? It was the emperor's vain attempt to ascend to the gods! And now, ordinary people in the empire believe in the emperor. That's all, but you, as Astartes warriors, can't fight after losing the so-called protection of the emperor? Are your hearts so fragile? Then what's the difference between you and Lorgar Aurelion?!"

Dawn paused for a moment, he thought of the current empire and state religion, which made him even more angry, although Dawn knew very well what effect the state religion had on the current empire——

Father... what are you thinking?

After sighing slightly in his heart, Dorn shifted his gaze and saw Bayard, the champion of the emperor with a black sword hanging from his waist... He could probably guess what choice Sigismund made after he left. But this choice is too stupid in Dawn's view.

"Get up... Fortunately, there are not many of you. From now on, you will follow me, and I will teach you slowly."

Dawn raised his chin. Although he was disappointed with his sons, fortunately, these fanatical Black Templars were just descendants. He really couldn't imagine what he would do again if the Imperial Fist became like this. What expression...I'm afraid that at that time, I will really be as angry as Perturabo.

"That... Lord Dorne," Grand Marshal Hebrecht said with some embarrassment, "We now have about [-] fighters, which is about the same as the Imperial Fists..."

Afterwards, all the Black Templar warriors present heard their own Primarch's breathing suddenly became thicker. Fortunately, although Dawn's face was extremely ugly, he still suppressed his anger and said coldly:

"Assemble all the Black Templar fighters, our expedition has just begun, and I will ask you to fight and live with a more stringent attitude in the future... Start with your priests first."

Primarch Grimaldus froze for a moment, and he raised his head to look at his primarch, who still had that cold expression, as if he was looking at a piece of useless scrap iron.

"Your name is Grimaldus? Very well, follow me... Now, the others return to your battle group and prepare for the reception of weapons and vehicles. The pace of war is approaching, and we don't have much time to waste." .”

Chapter 725 Chapter 530 Five Integrate Troops

"A living Primarch? Rogal Dorn came here?"

Piety and hatred echoed in this old voice, and the hoarse vocal cords were pulled forcefully by the air that shuttled between the lungs and nose and mouth like an old bellows.

"Yes, General Kurov invites you to the meeting."

"I'm going now, where is the place?"

"Lord Roger Dorn's flagship Eternal Bastion, your transport plane is ready."

"……it is good."

Alec, Sebastian Alek stood up, time had made his body old, years of war had devastated his spirit, but the belief in the emperor and the hatred of the enemy of mankind made this old man It can still stand here, like a rotten dead wood.

It doesn't take much time to go from the hive capital of Armageddon to the warships parked in orbit, and Commissar Arak has not never been to the warships of the Astartes, but it is still necessary to set foot on the ship of a Primarch. For the first time, this made him more curious and doubtful.

When Yarek stepped off the transport plane, four people wearing light soft armor—cats? !

These cats are so cute, and there are even various types of power arms behind them, and they seem to have a lot of wisdom... After all, slaves and machine servants are not allowed in the joint headquarters, but let Astartes and other professional It seems too wasteful for the soldiers to do some paperwork and life work.Therefore, the United Headquarters signed a contract with the Ailu cats on the home planet of the elite hunters (Hunter Planet), and exchanged various materials, technologies, and knowledge for the help of the Ailu cats. It has lasted for nearly 50 years and will continue to do so.

"Catman (Filin)?! No... that kind of demihuman is not so short..."

Just as Commissar Yarek was staring at the headed Elu cat, one of the Elu cats said:

"Are you Sebastian Alec meow?"

"……it's me."

The muscles on the old man's face trembled slightly... This cat can not only speak, but also speak a damn high-gothic language!

"Please come with us, meow, first get on the shuttle bus, and let us take you to the conference hall, meow."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Commissar Arak and his entourage took steps mechanically. After boarding the ferry, an Elle cat jumped into the driver's seat, connected its control terminal to the driving system of the ferry, and pulled out Take out a gamepad-like controller that fits the cat's paw, and use this thing to control the shuttle to move forward quickly.

The airflow hit Yarek's face, but it made him feel mixed.

It didn't take much time to go to the meeting hall. When the shuttle bus stopped outside the meeting hall, there were two forbidden soldiers and two nuns of silence guarding the gate. After seeing the forbidden soldiers and nuns of silence, Commissar Arak's doubts and Most of the doubts had dissipated... Especially when he passed the Silent Sisters, he felt the bad influence of the Untouchables on ordinary people, but fortunately, it didn't last for too long.

Walking into the meeting hall, Commissar Arak found that there were about 100 generals and colonels wearing various military uniforms, and dozens of representatives sent by the Astartes Chapter. In Arak’s memory, he only It can be seen that most of the half of the Astartes warriors are company commanders, only a few are non-commissioned officers, and the remaining half cannot distinguish their positions. They may be priests, or masters of casting.

This is not the most eye-catching, the Primarch in the center between this group of generals and the angels of death is——

The icy light shone on Rogal Dorn's gorgeous golden armor, and the precious gemstones inlaid in the golden eagle's claws refracted brilliant light like raging flames.The Lord of the Seventh Legion was wrapped in ruthlessness and tenacity. His tall and strong body and the appearance inherited from the Emperor himself constituted people's first impression of Dorne.

Commissar Yarek wept silently. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.There was a little commotion in the crowd, but they all looked at this honored old man with kind eyes, after all, they were not much better than him before.

"Sebastian Alec," Dawn nodded slightly, "I heard about your deeds, you did a good job... If you need a chair, then I will let the cats of Elle give you one Bring it here."

"No need, my lord!"

Commissar Yarek immediately replied that he never knew he could respond with such passionate words, as if at this moment he went back to the past, back to the high-spirited young commissar.

"Very well, everyone, let's start the meeting."

Dawn nodded again, and then he waved his hand, and a huge projection appeared in the air. It was the projection of the entire galaxy and each hive city on Armageddon. Grimaldus, who was standing by the side, gave a brief introduction After the current situation, Donne said:

"The number of Ork orc troops that are marching here is extremely large. Even during the Great Crusade, half a legion or even a whole legion of Astartes would be needed to deal with it...Everyone, we are under a lot of pressure right now. "

"I will command all the warships in orbit, and the two Glorious Queen-class battleships will become the sharp spears piercing the orc fleet. Therefore, I now ask everyone to go back and count the speed of your warships, and then the entire fleet will be divided into echelons according to their speed. .”

"The fast battleship detachment needs to be the saw blade of the chain saw, constantly tearing the formation of the orc fleet, hindering their assembly and attack, and attacking and encircling the squadron that the orcs may separate. The low-speed battleship detachment and large armed space stations should form a solid array To firmly control the side of the planet, we need to ensure absolute or partial control over the universe. At least we cannot let the orc warships easily drop what they want to drop. At the same time, we must also be prepared to support the ground troops. Get ready now Send me the precision gauge for orbital bombing."

"The medium-speed battleship, the fleet I brought, and the fleet of the Astartes battle group should form a hedge detachment. Our firepower and the Astartes fighters carried on the battleship must be prepared for large-scale naval battles. We encourage the orcs to The behavior of warships jumping gangs - there is no need to seize their warships, blow up or interfere with the operation of warships."

"We want to squeeze the orc fleet and compress their activity space," Dorne moved his finger, and the entire projection turned into hundreds of warships fighting and entangled with the orc fleet, and then the orc fleet retreated as the final result, "although here There are no Mechanicus warships equipped with Nova Cannons, but my flagship is also equipped with similar large-scale attack weapons... Of course, don’t think that you can easily win the victory with this, because a single weapon cannot have a huge impact on the battle situation Yes, but we can endure, and then continue to accumulate advantages, and finally win the crown of victory!"

After talking about his plan, Donne glanced over everyone's faces, taking their expressions into his eyes.

After more than ten seconds of complete silence, an Astartes warrior from the Space Wolves glanced at the arrogant Black Templar Grand Marshal Hiberrecht next to him. Although the latter had some new wounds on his face, The expression was more arrogant than ever before, and then the Space Wolves whispered:

"[Fenris swearing]...why isn't Lord Leman Russ the one who came back?"

This complaint was quickly drowned in praise and applause.

Chapter 726 Chapter 530 Chapter Six

"The world will burn in flames."

Dawn stood in front of the huge porthole and looked at Armageddon. This is a troubled planet. Since ten thousand years ago, war and death have been entangled and shaped it, but in this The harsh environment also gave birth to powerful warriors, and the Armageddon Iron Legion of the Empire of Man is famous throughout the galaxy for this.

"Just like other planets in the galaxy, the people of the empire were coerced, slaughtered, and sacrificed. This is what happened in the past, what is happening now, and what will happen in the future...but this is also the meaning of our existence. "

Dawn turned his head. He was holding a data board in his hand, which transmitted the reconnaissance information of the Jurhas on the orc fleet on the outskirts of the galaxy.After a few glances, Dorn approved the plan of the General Staff Council, which is a newly established organization composed of company commanders of various chapters and senior officers of the Star Militia Army. They will be responsible for processing and implementing the orders issued by Dorn. plans and orders.

After finishing his work for the time being, Dawn looked at Grimaldus, the hermit leader of the Black Templars standing beside him. The latter was not wearing a helmet, but the priest's scepter inherited from his teacher Mordred was on the other side. One hangs nicely at the waist, and on the other side is a plasma pistol.

"You have doubts in your heart, Grimaldus, speak out."

"...Yes, my lord," Grimaldus organized his words a little bit, "I thought you would give an inspiring speech at the rally, I thought I would hear promises, oaths, and even punishment."

"Does it make sense to say that now?"

Don asked back.

"It can boost morale and strengthen people's beliefs, my lord," Grimaldus said respectfully. "Your existence has shocked and even fanaticized everyone. I know you don't like the state religion of the empire, but—"

"Those things are not beneficial to the current situation, Grimaldus," Dawn said lightly, his eyes returning to the starry sky again, "I will not promise what I cannot do... Victory, Can I say that we will definitely win?"

"You are here, so you will win. Whether you are facing the enemies of mankind during the Great Crusade, or facing Horus, you have won."

"Back then I had a Legion, with the unconditional support of my brothers, but now I have only a few Astartes Chapters who seem to be in harmony, and I need to consider their casualties, their moods and traditions, Grima Duss, most of the battle groups here are not my heirs, and they have no obligation to obey me absolutely...there are so many difficulties that I have to think deeper."

Dorne looked out the window, and dozens of warships passed by a giant space station with long tail flames. The space station was called "Dante", in memory of the Blood Angels in the last Armageddon War. Glory to Chapter Master Dante.

"Grimardus, have you ever tasted failure?"

"My lord...you mean losing the battle?"

"It can be said that," Dawn looked back at Grimaldus, "Now, I will give you a task."

The Priest Yin knelt on one knee and listened to the Primarch's oracle.

"After the battle begins, some areas will inevitably fall. I need you to lead some soldiers to rescue the people and soldiers of the empire who are trapped in the war zone, and take them away from the flames of war. Save as many as you can. Your first priority is to protect these people. life rather than claiming victory or embracing the glory of battle."

Dorne's voice echoed in Grimaldus's ears, and the hermit wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back—Grimaldus longed for battle, longed for revenge, longed to inflict his wrath on the Emperor on the enemy.

But obviously, he couldn't get what he wanted this time, which made Grimaldus feel pain... He raised his head and looked at Dorne with pleading eyes, but he saw only one figure from his back.

"My lord," Grimaldus' voice trembled, "you can't do this...is this your punishment for me?"

No, I just don't want to take you too far from "humanity".

Don said in his heart, but he didn't continue to explain, but waved his hand and said:

"You can choose no more than twenty Black Templar or Imperial Fist fighters, and all vehicles and weapons will be open to you. Now, you can leave."

"...Yes, my lord."

Nameless anger rose from the bottom of Grimaldus' heart, burned in his eyes, and surged in the blood vessels of his body, but in the end, he lowered his head and said:

"Yes, I obey."

After the sound of Grimaldus' footsteps disappeared from the gate, Don turned around and looked at the corner of the hall. There was a dark corner, an artificially created area.After a slight sigh, Don said:

"How's the situation there?"

The darkness squirmed a little bit bloody, and an angel wearing golden armor and pure white wings walked out of it. The angel was wearing a gorgeous weeping mask:

"It's going well. Father's power is protecting us. As we keep getting closer to Terra, that power will become stronger."

"Have you been in trouble?"

From under the mask came a voice that did not belong to this angel. There was a little smile in that voice, but it was tired and troubled:

"Trouble is never less, and so is Rorschach's side."

"The state of the Empire is worrisome, but we can only slowly adapt... Now is not the time to goug out the carrion."

"Carrion is becoming a part of the empire, brother, since he, the most talented among us, launched a rebellion, the human empire can only stand in the swamp of perdition and let itself sink slowly until the viscous despair overwhelms us Thoroughly devoured, the violent struggle made us sink deeper and deeper."

"If you don't struggle, how will you know that you can't break free?"

"You're right, Don, that's why we came back... I can feel the power of my father, his light is colder and more dazzling than before... He can't even maintain the last trace of humanity .”

Don was silent for a moment, then he whispered:

"Did he lose his humanity through suffering for ten thousand years, or did he take the initiative to cut off his humanity? I remember that the injury he suffered hadn't reached the point where his life was hanging by a thread. At that time, we were all watching He sits on that throne, doesn't he?"

"...I don't know, brother, but there's no doubt that Father is planning something right now."

"I--"

A series of piercing sirens sounded, and a large amount of data and warnings were refreshed on the data board in Dawn's hand. Afterwards, Dawn looked at the golden armored angel Sanguinius, the herald of Sanguinius. Head, gradually turned into a phantom and disappeared in the hall.