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"Take care of your combat suit, it will keep you safe."

"It's become one with my life,"

"It's like your armor keeps you safe."

"Just like it once protected my fallen brother!"

"Honor the Dead Man's Weapon ......"

The sound of the sacred pre-war Seal ceremony resounded throughout the landing module, a group of pale blue Space Marines half-kneeling on the ground, some mechanical slaves in red robes were busy uncovering the wax behind the Saint Seal Medal, melting it with a scorching flame, and sticking to the group of Star Marines, while a wolf priest with a priest's scepter was presiding over the ceremony, chanting sacred hymns and battle oaths.

Graves, who was sitting on top of a metal ammunition box and wiping his shotgun with a linvet-stained gun, glanced at the bloody claws who were performing the ritual in the distance, puffed out his cheeks and smoked hard, spewing out a thick smoke screen.

"Hmph, a bunch of recruit eggs!"

Graves has reason to be dissatisfied, now this group of Bloodclaws who are undergoing the Holy Seal Ceremony are the eggs of the recruits recruited decades ago, originally according to the time, these soldiers who are only two meters and four tall are not qualified to become glorious and honorable Space Marines, they should carry sniper rifles and cloaks, and serve in the Tenth Company.

It's just that now the battle situation is in emergency, and in case of emergency, the regiment commander specially approved the thirty best scouts of the 10th Company to carry out the most critical hand-black carapace implantation surgery, and equipped them with sacred blasters and chainsaw swords, so that the recruits of these three squads can go to battle.

And because except for the first, second, and third companies, the other companies are still just a framework, and even the most basic non-commissioned officers have not been allocated.

And the first company is a veteran company, these scouts are obviously not qualified to enter, and the second company will take on the role of a pioneer in the next battle, throwing these thirty bloodclaw recruits with little experience into it, it is simply murder.

The commander of the second company, Galen, was willing to bet that if these thirty recruits entered his company, after this battle, there would probably not be one left.

So, after careful consideration, Graves had to ask the Third Company to temporarily take over the thirty recruit eggs, thinking of this, Graves became even more angry, but the object was not those innocent recruit eggs, but the ugly Galen company commander with a smug face.

"Cunning Galen!"

Graves glanced at the blood claws in the distance, and once again bowed his head and cursed, now between the Warden warbands, except for the first company, the second company and the third company are all in competition in ordinary days, each of them does not like each other, and there are no less fights, there are losses and wins, but on the whole, the third company still loses more than the second company.

As for why the two sides are not pleasing to the eye, it is because they are competing for resources, because the first company is a veteran company, and the terminator company is the top elite company of the Warden wargroup, and the other companies can't fight if they can't fight, so the second company naturally forms a competitor with the third company.

However, in this competitive relationship, because they are all brother forces, when the two sides clash, it is obviously impossible to use weapons, after all, with the few tons of pure flesh strike power of the Star Marine, even the bare hands are enough to cause unimaginable damage, and it is enough to use weapons.

And because they didn't use weapons to fight, the third company, which was good at long-range shooting, was obviously in a weak position against the second company, which was better at assault, and the third company was often beaten by the second company when the number was equal, and as the commander of the third company, Graves was also disgraced by this, and often went down in person, but whenever this time, Graves would always be beaten by Galen, with a blue nose and swollen face.

This became a joke for the second company to laugh at the third company.

However, whenever a combat drill was held, the 3rd Company would save face in this regard, and in turn laugh at the 2nd Company, which had been beaten all over with red paint.

"Company commander, how are you going to arrange these blood claws?"

At this time, Lucian, the non-commissioned officer of the first squad of the third company, came up and asked the company commander who was sulking, ready to distract him with some chores.

"What else, Captain Lucian, I'll let you take care of these recruits later, I hope these guys don't have a hot head because of their blood, pick up the chainsaw sword and charge up."

Lucian shrugged his company commander's complaints, crossed his hands over his chest and did not speak, allowing Graves to vent his grievances.

And at this time, those blood claws just finished the holy seal ceremony, lined up in a neat line, and walked in front of Graves.

Graves looked at the bloody claws in front of him, sighed secretly, let go of his complaint, sorted out his words, stood up, and said in a solemn and deep voice.

"Here, as your commander for the next period of time, I would like to congratulate you on the fact that your souls have successfully passed the test of the Wolf Priest, and that your loyalty and faith are worthy of the trust of the warband. Only the best humans can become Space Marines, and being a member of such a sacred brotherhood is the greatest honor a warrior can aspire to.

And you are undoubtedly an honorable and honorable part of it, but please remember that on your shoulders is the responsibility for the survival of humanity, that war is a force that must be maintained, and that we are fighting to keep humanity alive.

And on the road to battle, the greatest test does not come from the outside world, but from your heart, your will to fight must be firm, your faith must be absolutely pure, and your determination to protect humanity must never waver.

If you deviate from the ways of your hearts and the reason for fighting, the Fall will come to you, and now you tell me if you can do it!! ”

In the end, Graves almost roared, with a hideous face and a burst of green muscles.

"Absolutely!"

"No problem, sir!"

"That's really why I became a Space Marine!!"

Roaring, chaotic shouts rang out, and the bloodclaws were boiling with blood, all expressing their determination and will towards Graves.

"Very good......

Graves nodded, solemn and serious.

"I hope you will remember your promise today, as a warrior of the Emperor, a demigod of the Empire, and a sword of humanity, and that your performance on the battlefield is worthy of your oath and determination!."