Perseverance, among the Star Marine armor.

Right now.

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A dimly lit room, dimly lit by candlelight, gathered in the center of the room.

Blanca led Hades in, and Hades' tall figure stood out a little in the room.

The veteran ushered Hades into a low platform surrounded by candle guards.

Just now, Hades has been asked to put on the heavy black lining of biomimetic polymer armor, and he has also been asked to write down a sentence.

However, Hades had no idea what this high Gothic phrase meant, and was only asked to say it at the end.

Why don't you explain to him what that means?

This feels the same as signing a deed of sale?!

In the darkness of the room, Garo looked at Hades, and he could smell the slight nervousness in the recruit's sweat.

Tut.

Garo still has some expectations for this recruit who will last to fight with the original body.

He hoped he was not mistaken.

...

Enrique, the master foundry of the Seventh Company, entered, followed by a technical sergeant.

Dressed in MK3 power armor, behind his back, the countless waiting arms on the power backpack trembled slightly as the master foundry walked.

The technical sergeant walked up to Blanca, and for a moment, he led Hades to take the oath of loyalty.

Normally, a recruit's armor ceremony would be led by the Mechchanistic Mechanic to recite the Oath of Loyalty, but now it is the transition period for the Legion, with a large number of recruits entering the army, and the Mechwise being responsible for the supply of equipment for the Legion, so this work is simplified, and then the technical sergeants of each company do it for them.

Enrique came to Garro's side, and the two stopped in the shadows, waiting for Hades' armor ceremony.

In Garo's helmet, there was a stabbing electric sound on his personal communication channel.

Enrique's voice rang out, low Gothic low and clear,

Blanca did not explain the oath to the recruit.

Garo's gaze was still on Hades in the center of the room, the black armor lining, and the light of candles flickered on it.

"You've got a crush on him."

This is an affirmative sentence, not a question sentence, and Galo's calm and steady voice sounded.

Enrique doesn't say anything that seems like an explanation for a recruit.

The voice in the channel hesitated for a moment, then sounded again.

"I and my fellow company mates went to Barbaros to collect their technology."

"This recruit...... Not only the last people to accompany the original body to the top, but the armor on their bodies was also designed by him. ”

...... The commendable level of technology is not only the rational construction of the armor, but also the special technology in the terracotta steel, which is appropriately mixed with the fibers of a local fern in proportion, to increase the overall toughness of the armor.

Enrique still remembers the expressions on their faces when he saw the prototype of this armor and the rather detailed and accurate drawings drawn on it.

They had thought that this would be the original technology left over from the planet, although the design was far behind the current technology of the Empire, but it was clear from the economic structure of Barbaros that the local people did not have the possibility of developing such equipment on their own.

But later it turned out that it was a local Death Guard rebel who designed it himself.

What surprised Enrique even more was that the designer of this armor turned out to be the only two recruits in his company.

He didn't know that Garo would give him such a big gift.

...

In fact, to be sure, the doctrine followed by the Mechanism is to reproduce the "original appearance of machines" that existed in the universe in accordance with the wisdom of the God of Machines.

They weren't creating, they were just inspired by the God of All Machines to restore the equipment to its original state.

Bold innovations and transformations are not allowed, and it is an evil blasphemy.

But...... There is always a small distance between the ideal and the reality.

Compared to the mechanical sages who sang chants in the foundry, there are always a ridiculously many surprises and variables on the battlefield where the artillery roars.

Suppose you have a Predator tank and a scrapped tracked Predator tank that you can't use at all.

Then, your squadron is asked to storm a barrier at a narrow pass.

At this time, you, as a technical sergeant of the squadron, did you remove the battery on the scrapped tank and put it on another one? Or is it on it?

That must be on it.

But this falls under the scope of "blasphemy".

As a result, the technical sergeants in the legion, on the side of the Mechanic Sect, did not have a very good reputation.

And...... Enrique has been following up and analyzing the strategic preferences of the original Motarian during this time.

The Death Guard's Forges Master and Technical Sergeants have found that Motarian prefers to deploy infantry rather than the heavy use of armored and transport vehicles.

This means that in the Death Guard Legion, the status of the techno-sergeants, who are already marginalized because of their belief in the Cult of the Mechanicus, will be further diluted.

At this moment, Enrique, the master foundry, appeared in front of him, a recruit who was very talented in mechanical research and was rumored to have a good relationship with Motarian......

Even if he has a little flaw in his creative desire, it is completely harmless......

Garro's voice interrupted Enrique's thoughts,

"During the training period of the recruit, don't bother him."

Enrique's body, red points of light flashed on various devices,

"I know that."

...

The silence in the room was broken by the technical sergeant's low, powerful words.

On a low platform surrounded by candles, Hades stood on it, and the heavy armor was machined by the servants to assemble it on Hades one by one.

"Hades from Barbaros."

The technical sergeant said in a complex and ornate High Gothic language,

"In the name of Motarian and the Emperor."

"Will you be his silent warrior?"

"Are you willing to be his unbreakable blade?"

"Are you willing to give everything you have for the sake of the Empire?"

The last piece of armor was assembled as the words fell, and two servants slowly stepped in with their explosive rifles.

In the shadows, Garo and Enrique looked at the figure on the low platform.

"For the Emperor."

A slurred, barbarous-accented voice pronounced his vows.