[The Legion has been divided. 】

We were once glorious, but that was once. 】

[Believe in courage and admire the emperor, there is no choice. 】

You can hate the dark angels, but you must also trust them, except for the Caliban. 】

[Everything is because of 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. 】

【Let's go find the original body...... Only the ancestors of our genes can put an end to this. 】

【…… Banish him! ……】

【…… I hereby announce ......]

【…… Horus...... Horus...... He ruined our ......]

【……】

【……】

[Huh? What is this button for? 】

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All the while, Hector was accustomed to sitting and falling asleep.

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

The second legion's rising star forces himself to sleep for a period of time each day, depending on the actual situation of the day, which is generally around four Terra standard hours, but can also be extended to six standard hours if there is a long period of work ahead.

Hector opened his eyes, one of his hands was resting on his helmet, part of a MKIII. power armor, which the Empire had shaped to fight against the space dwarf civilizations that hid in the thick mountains and deep passages, Hector picked up his helmet, and he looked at it, at its dark silver-white exterior, at its pale golden strokes, the optical imaging instruments and automatic sensing systems that were placed in a staggered manner on top of the indestructible alloy casting, All this in front of him would make him feel instinctively reassured.

"Hecht."

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

Instead of responding immediately, he got up, put on his helmet, then looked around his room, remembering the scene he remembered when he first came in the previous day, and then, he reached out and adjusted a few objects slightly until everything was exactly the same as the scene he remembered.

Then Hector looked at the head of the bed, where he could easily reach his cherished primary weapon, a broad blade glowing with a dark green glow, deliberately attached to the long handle to suit Hecht's size and fighting style.

The battle brother Tarasin, who was never willing to show his face, had a great sense of humor and was unusually knowledgeable, and had told him the name of the weapon: the Astral Aspect Sword.

It's a strange name, but Tarasin is the old man of the Legion, and even when Hector first became a real Angel of Death, Tarasin was one of his guides, and the great sword itself was chosen by Tarasin for him in the Legion's arsenal, so Hector chose to call it that way.

He gripped the greatsword and swung it slowly twice to make sure he felt it.

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

Safety first, Hecht always said.

He also occasionally executes this sentence.

"Here we are."

Hector pushed open the door and saw Salieri and the ancient warrior Chiron sitting on either side of the round table on the left side of the hall, with a chessboard in between.

It was a semi-circular hall, and the circular side connected the four rooms, corresponding to the four members of Hectot's team, which was certainly not a coincidence, but the friendship of the Dark Angel and Luthor as landlords.

"Salieri."

"Your Excellency Chron."

"Ajax ......"

Hector greeted them individually, but when his gaze shifted to the last member, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What are you doing, Ajax?"

"Dismount."

"Huge," Ajax replied in his buffalo-like voice, as he busied himself at the door of the hall, constantly lifting and removing all sorts of things, which Hector could recognize as some of the furnishings and furniture that were supposed to be in the room, apparently using them to create a nondescript line of defense at the door of the hall during the time he was resting.

And Ajax ...... Apparently a victim, a free labor force who was trapped.

Hector narrowed his eyes, his gaze almost subconsciously to the side of Salieri, who only smiled awkwardly, and then motioned for him to look at the other side with the same gaze.

Hector shifted his gaze, and then he saw his mentor, the Legionn's ancient warrior, Chron, and when he saw the barely disguised corners of Chron's mouth, he found himself in the real culprit.

"Maybe this needs an explanation, teacher."

"Ah, my lovely Hecht, it's a tradition."

"They do the same when a group of Dark Angels rests at the Second Legion's quarters, and we are accustomed to occasionally express friendship and brotherhood between the Legions by night raids without live ammunition, and proper precautions are seen as respect and adherence to tradition......"

Chiron's expression was not unnatural in the slightest, he soothed his body and talked like an ancient shaman telling a wonderful story of legend, and he also slapped away the chess piece that was floating in the air in front of Salier, intending to quietly change positions.

"This knight will be eaten, Salieri, not even psionic energy can save it."

If it had been twenty years ago, I might have believed these words......

Hector sighed, and instead of listening to his mentor's daily unreliable statements there, he walked over to Ajax's side and cleaned up with him.

"Thank you...... Hecht. ”

Ajax thanked in a low voice, and Hector only smiled and did not answer.

He was very sure that there would be no hostility or oppression in his squad, because he knew his members as well as he knew Five Fingers: Chiron was the teacher of everyone in the squad, and although he was an ancient warrior of the legion, he was still keen on all kinds of jokes, as for the relationship between Salieri and Ajax, not to mention that they were comrades who had fought side by side for more than ten years, Salieri did not dare to provoke Ajax due to the strength factor alone.

The simple nickname of "huge" Ajax is not wrong, Ajax is at least a head taller and stronger than the average Astarte, and when he first joined the Second Legion, his nickname was well deserved.

Until Hecht joined......

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

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

Because the height of the "huge" Ajax is only up to his chest.

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From Chron's point of view, the difference in size between his two students was like that of a tiger and a leopard, and as for Salieri, it was probably a creature like a lynx.

The ancient warrior propped up his face with one hand and watched his two students help each other, while his other hand swung a chess piece at will, and by the way, Salieri had been preparing for a long time to kill the formation.

In the wail of the third student, Chiron couldn't help but think of something from the past, and sometimes he thought that he might indeed be old, and he began to like to retrace the past.

After the unimaginably tall and burly Hector joined the Second Legion, the "huge" nickname of Ajax, who was his contemporary, involuntarily added a layer of ridicule, and Ajax responded to this ridicule with practical actions.

In the days that followed, Ajax insisted on dragging all those who were intentional, unintentional, and who did not laugh at him into the arena, and his victory lasted until Hecht was dragged in by Hecht and knocked Ajax to the ground with a few moves.

From that point on, Ajax was the first member of the newly formed Hector Squad, and when the veterans talked about "huge" again, they learned to use a respectful tone, as Ajax's winning streak was still hanging on the walls of the arena.

Then, as Hecht's mentor, Chiron volunteered to join the team, and he also brought another of his students, Salieri, an experimental think tank, which is all the members of the team so far.

Chiron lamented the past, and then slowly raised his chess piece and ate the [king] of Salieri.

Salieri stared at the board solemnly, as if he wanted to find enough confidence to regret his move, but after a while, he shook his head in frustration, then patted his armor and stood up, looking like he had no intention of playing another game anytime soon.

"Hecht, come and play a game of chess with me."

Hecht naturally had no intention of disobeying his teacher, he carefully set up the chessboard of both sides, and then sat down on the black side.

"How does it feel to be the captain?"

Kailong swung his chess pieces casually, smiling at his disciple, who was a little too cautious.

"Still a little nervous...... One responsibility is always different from four responsibilities. ”

"I don't need you to protect me, little one."

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

"I've seen too many leaders, whether it's the commander of our Second Legion, or those dark angels, such as my old friend Asteris, or those Forbidden Army who are above the top, or even the Thunder Warriors, and those mortal officers who command millions of legions, I have been fighting for the Emperor since the beginning of the Unification War, and for more than a hundred years, I have seen too many commanders, and I have been comrades with most of them."

"They are all dragons among men, Hecht, and there is basically no mediocrity for anyone who can climb to this position, especially to be the leader of Astarte, even if it is the lowest captain, it is the most outstanding choice."

"The vast majority of them have chosen the same path as you: prudence and sanity, which is excellent, this is the real difference between a warrior and an officer, but the fate of these people is different, some of them survived and are still fighting for the emperor even now, while others have been dead for a long time, and their former glory and arrogance have completely disappeared in the endless waves of conquest of the empire."

"Do you know why?"

Chiron smiled as his student fell into a long silence and deep thought, and then, with his head down, took the opportunity to eat one of Hecht's castles.

Eventually, he heard Hecht's voice.

"Why, teacher?"

Chiron didn't answer immediately, he first raised his chess piece and fought with Hector for a few more rounds, until he felt that his student's chest was no longer filled with complete confusion.

"I'll tell you the answer, Hecht, but you'll need to do the reasoning yourself."

"Will the answer be correct?"

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

Chron's smile changed from hearty to cunning.

"After all, you've heard, my child, how difficult the Legion is right now, we've long lost our glory days on Holy Terra, and at that time, you may not have been born into this world."

"As for the current Legion, it is already a fragmented battleship, supported by the personal prestige of our old captain, but each oarsman has his own will and persistence, and they are so balanced and evenly matched that they have been maintained for decades."

"And Horus...... That vicious. ”

"Truth be told, I wouldn't be surprised when it topples."

Hector hesitated.

"So, teacher, the third order of the Legion Commander ......"

"That's a scream, boy, find our legion's genetic protogen, and then settle it all? Do you think this idea was only thought of by our legion commanders? We've tried and tried, but to no avail. ”

"Still, if you want to hold on, I can send you a message."

Chiron stared into the eyes of his students.

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"Throw away the impossible, and the absurd will be a reality."

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He raised his hand and ate another [Knight].

"Now, Hecht, let me tell you the answer to the previous question, it's a time-sensitive answer, and it's useful when you're a squad leader or a charging officer."

The ancient warrior stroked his own king.

"What is the motto of our legion?"

Hecht subconsciously straightened his back.

"I'm the blade."

"I'm fangs."

"Very well, but what about the battle cry?"

"Uh......"

"There's no war cry, yes, we've always been used to silent charges, do you know why?"

“…… Because there is disagreement within the country? ”

“……”

“……”

“…… There is a reason for this, but it is not the point. ”

Chiron covered his face.

"Because from the moment the Legion was formed, we were not accustomed to charging in line, and when the Forbidden Army and the First Legion rushed to the battlefield in droves, we would form small groups to carry out the most dangerous missions."

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

Chiron motioned for his student to come closer, then lowered his tone and spoke slowly.

"I'm the blade, I'm the fang, that's what everyone needs to do, but as a captain, you need to do more than just the blade and the fangs."

"Remember ......"

"Thou art the edge."

"Thou art fangs."

"Thou art thou trumpet."

"Thou art spearhead."