The immortal Hector opened his shoulder armor and took the last few candies from it, and the son of Morgan threw them into his mouth, chewing as he let his mind recover from rest.

The Nova of the Second Legion enjoyed the only rest of the day, and looked at the room where he had rested last night: he was now on a small battleship belonging to the First Legion, and it was ridiculous to say that he had spent far more time resting on the ships of the First Legion than on the ships of the Second Legion to which he belonged during the years of his confrontation with Randan.

Perhaps, this is something that belongs to the Chasseur Squad.

Astarte's teeth easily crushed the sugar cubes, and after sucking up as little industrial saccharin as he could, Hector had already sorted out his equipment, and he got up and walked out of the room, not forgetting to adjust the small objects placed in the doorway.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw his comrade-in-arms, the "huge" Ajax, sitting in front of a workbench, hunched over, carefully fiddling with the metal objects he was unfamiliar with on the snow-white tabletop.

"What are you doing?"

Hecht walked over and glanced at the contents of the table, and since he had not been exposed to much knowledge of machinery, he could only barely recognize a few parts inside, and came to a simple conclusion: what his comrades were tinkering with could never have been made in the factories of the Empire.

After all, just a month ago, there were at least twenty Ran Dan aliens with this kind of weapon, trying to blow his head out.

Ajax's sullen answer came to his ears at this time, and the tall, rugged, and brutal-looking warrior was constantly disassembling and assembling delicate objects that were not as small as his fingers in a delicate manner that even the most careful embroiderer could hardly do, and the dark brown palm brushed against the snow-colored table like a dark hurricane on a white desert, leaving behind a pair of perfectly polished and assembled components.

"Do you remember a month ago, we fought with Ran Dan's diaspora troops in that place called Desolate Star, and then we were caught in the subspace storm, I picked up this thing when I was cleaning the battlefield after that battle, and I thought it could still be used, so I took it back and collected it."

Hector blinked at this answer, and after a few more closer looks, he noticed that the alien weapon seemed to be a little different from what he remembered, and apparently, Ajax was aware of the problem as well.

"It's not the same as the guns that Ran Dan aliens often use, so I got it back, but I don't know what's different, after all, I don't dare to really use it."

"I don't know how powerful it is."

Listening to the muttering of his comrades, Hecht's heart did not fluctuate, after all, for the soldiers of the Second Legion, especially for their faction, it was a common thing to clean up the battlefield after the battle and hide some gadgets.

Especially with these chasseur squads, there are usually a few Astartes scattered around the periphery of the army, and basically no monks from Mars will follow them, and collectivism is a common problem in this situation, but this is especially obvious in the case of Ajax, who seems to be tall.

Then again, if it weren't for this war, Ajax, who seems to be five big and three coarse, should be studying on Mars now.

"Be careful, don't let those Martian octopuses find out, after all, this isn't a keepsake or anything like that."

Hector patted his comrade on the shoulder, and with the other party's somewhat nonchalant response, he turned to leave, but just before leaving, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Ajax, are you still modifying your power pack?"

"I'm trying to put a servo arm or mechanical tentacle on it, but it's not done yet."

“…… Well, I don't care what you're doing in your room, anyway, whatever it is, be careful, and stay in your room if you can: don't hang around with the war machines of the First Legion, they've already looked for me twice. ”

"I'm just talking to the souls in those vehicles, and they like me."

Ajax's muffled voice made Hecht's brow furrow, and he finally did not refute the fighting brother who had fought to his death, although his statement sounded like a violation of the Emperor's repeated emphasis on the Imperial Truth, but the Second Legion's attitude towards these so-called truths and regulations has been very stable:

When you can abide by it, you must naturally abide by it, after all, the emperor's words are of course contained in great wisdom that ordinary people can't imagine.

But when there is a conflict and contradiction between theory and facts......

Seeking truth from facts is not necessarily a bad thing.

In the ancient ruins that were trodden by the soldiers of the Second Legion, there are many things that have existed for a history that even exceeds the forefront of civilization that human beings can imagine, and the vast majority of what has survived in such a long river of time are those that are beyond human cognition that the Imperial Truth absolutely denies, and their every action is the operation of indisputable supernatural forces.

At this time, only by acknowledging the existence of these bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods can the most important first step to be able to fight them or successfully escape, and after they solve the immediate trouble, the soldiers of the Second Legion will naturally return the Imperial Truth to the unshakable high position in their hearts once again.

Such a theory is important for the Second Legion, which has repeatedly explored those ancient ruins and wonderful locations, after all, if they stubbornly cling to the Imperial Truth and turn a blind eye to the strange sights in front of them, I am afraid that many more warriors will die in those ominous dungeons.

So, in the course of this great expedition, some legions insisted on the existence of gods, others sharply denied any supernatural powers, and the second legion did not belong to either of them, or rather, Morgan's sons had a little bit of it.

Gods can exist or not, depending on what is actually happening in front of their eyes.

And even if there are gods, then there is no need to hate or worship, just bypass their existence, after all, in reality, there are too many things more important than faith: the number of legions needs to be replenished urgently, the expeditions are endless, and every new world may have unknown dangers and treasures.

To put it simply, in the face of the progress of the Great Expedition and the actual needs of these serious things, the so-called gods and beliefs are really not worth investing any energy, they cannot bring any practical benefits, and will only consume time and materials in vain.

At the very least, in the current Second Legion, such ideas are the mainstream ideas recognized by all factions, and Hecht is no exception.

The Nova of the Second Legion happily felt the last trace of sluggishness in his mind due to rest being emptied, and his reassuring sharp mind was once again working at full power.

After recognizing his great genetic mother, he could clearly feel that his body and will were growing at an astonishing rate, which was not an illusion, because all those who knew him were lamenting the tremendous progress he had made in this war, and not long ago, the news that he was recommended to be promoted to company commander after this war had been delivered, but it seemed that this promotion would take a while.

After all, his company, which is still in all corners of the galaxy, is torn apart, just like his legion.

But...... Days like this won't last long.

Hecht's eyes narrowed, he remembered his dream, the dream he had just experienced during the rest, Astarte should not have dreamed, it would disturb the quality of their rest, but he did dream: in his dream, he heard his mother's voice, very clear and soft.

He heard about his mission in this war.

Morgan's beloved pawn touched his neck, recalling every detail and requirement of the mission, and with that, he left Ajax, who was immersed in the mechanical world, and entered another room.

His mentor, the ancient warrior Chron, was there, wiping his weapons while watching the stars of the Tux system rotate at a slow pace, and in Astarte's gaze, the huge planet that was about to become the main battlefield revealed an earthy yellow figure in the dimness of the void and the light of the stars, and those huge fortresses could be faintly seen even in space, like an ugly eyeball constantly twitching the eyes without a trace of emotion.

"Fate is always impermanent, isn't it, my little Hecht."

The ancient warrior chuckled as he surveyed the massive planet as he placed his wiped weapon on the table.

"A world the size of Saturn, which should be a rare treasure in the entire galaxy, is still desolate to this day."

"Although it was only discovered that a long, long time ago, this planet seemed to have been transformed and underground, and even stabilized the internal structure of the world and improved gravity conditions, but it was finally abandoned and abandoned to this day."

"In the glorious era, people disdained to take care of this worthless world, they always had better and richer choices, and in those times of decadence and strife, no one took care of these places, and until this war chose here, Tuckers's name will shine in the stars."

"War always changes a lot of things."

As Hector sat down, his teacher's brownish-yellow pupils shone with sparkling colors, and Chiron looked at him with the same heartfelt joy that a craftsman looks at his proudest work.

"If it weren't for the war, my Hecht, you'd still be a prince."

"Yes, maybe that's the case, Lord Chron...... What about you? You never seem to have talked to us about your past. ”

"Because there's nothing to say."

The ancient warrior smiled, one of his hands resting on his forehead, his eyes seemed to sink into some kind of memory and confusion: for most Astartes, those moments as mortals were like mythical islands of mist and elusive.

"If there is no war...... Maybe I'm still a herder now, and maybe I'll be assigned to another farming world to raise those Grockmon, which I've heard are now very popular as a major food source. ”

"But these are just speculations, I have long been accustomed to endless wars and tasks, and you, my child, you are also going to be promoted, this is a good thing, your credit in this war is worthy of these."

"Some of the most mundane feats, Lord Chron, and many of them are the work of our squad, and they shouldn't all be counted on me."

Chiron shook his head.

"If you have such thoughts, then it proves that you are worthy of these merits."

And Hector just continued to blink his eyes, as he has always done lately, which says something about some uneasiness in his heart.

"I ...... I'm not sure if I'll be able to do all of this, and while there is a voice in my heart encouraging me, I have some concerns, I mean, Lord Chron, I don't even know much about the history, composition, and structure of our Legion, which was already divided when I first came to the Galaxy. ”

Chiron listened carefully, and he quickly understood what his student was worried about, and the ancient warrior first looked out the window: it seemed that there was still a short time before the real outbreak of war.

The fleet of the Dark Angels was making its final preparations, and he could see that Johnson's warriors were maneuvering some strange warships, and a faint blue light appeared on them, and they pulled a hole in the void, which seemed to connect some separate spaces, and then some of the warships sailed into them and disappeared there.

And such openings are simply everywhere in the current Tux system.

"It looks like there's still some time, my Hecht, I can't answer all your questions, but I can tell you about some of the Legion's organizations and factions: it's not complicated at all."

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When the Legion was just created, under the will of the Emperor, we have been actively studying with the First Legion as a template and goal, but we have not learned all the essence of those dark angels, and only roughly mastered a few of them, which also led to the birth of different factions one after another.

Whenever a seat is born and officially recognized, it receives a permanent seat in the Legion's council, as well as a ring symbolizing recognition, which is kept by one of the faction's ancient warriors.

In general, after the [Death of the Sun], with the failure of the last efforts of the Marshall Unity Legion, the Second Legion ushered in a split, and each faction sailed to different corners of the galaxy with its own fleet, if you count the First Fleet, which symbolizes the [Orthodoxy] of the Second Legion, there are a total of six fleets.

Among them, the First Fleet is the absolute heart and soul of the Legion, and at the time when the Legion ushered in the split, there were about 12,000 soldiers in the whole regiment, of which sixty percent remained in the First Fleet.

As the main force of the Legion, the First Fleet has no significant characteristics, or rather, this fleet represents all the basic conditions needed in war: ordinary infantry to fill the battle line, armored troops, mobile troops, a large number of air fire support, etc., the First Fleet determines that the Legion can still serve the Reich as a normal but ordinary Astarte Legion even without any means.

Because of this, the power represented by the ordinary First Fleet is also the [Chief] of the Second Legion, they may not have any eye-catching characteristics, but their existence is the ballast stone of the Legion, and in the case of all means failing, these most ordinary warriors and [Secret Vault] will support the burden of ending the war and achieving victory.

And Hecht's Second Fleet, this force with [Technological Exploration] and [Collection] as the greatest pleasure, is second only to the First Fleet's [Second], the history of this faction is almost as old as the Legion itself, because each emperor's fangs have an almost innate spirit of exploration, so, for a long time, [Chief] and [Second] are actually inseparable, before the official split, the two factions also maintained a high degree of cooperation: the Second Fleet obtained a large number of precious weapons through various meansThese doomsday starters have become the Legion's hole cards, but most of them are locked in the [Vault] controlled by Legion Leader Marshall, under the close watch of the [Chief].

And the next Third Fleet, is a small gathering of elites who are committed to exploring the sea of souls and psionic powers, they are constantly expanding their knowledge of psionic energy in a posture that is slightly more radical than White Scar, but much more cautious than Chiko, and it is said that the first psionic person of the Second Legion, and even the emperor himself at the end of the Unification War of Terra, personally taught, the strength of psionic energy also made this faction that appeared late soon become the [three seats] in the legion, But their numbers never flourished.

Long before these psionics appeared in the Legion, some veterans who were still experiencing the War of Terra Unification experienced the benefits of stealth, espionage, and destruction of local hubs in squad combat, and they also formed a small group that ploughed in the dark: strictly speaking, this was the first faction in the history of the Second Legion, and they were in the [Four Seats], so after the Legion split, their fleet also became the Fourth Fleet of the Legion.

It is said that the Legion's [Four] and [Five] have always maintained cooperation, and the Fourth and Fifth Fleets have also traveled together, but after a brief separate operation, the Fifth Fleet suddenly disappeared behind an extremely remote galaxy, where the chaotic subspace fluctuations made the search delusional, and the [Lost Fifth Fleet] became a mystery alongside the [Unforgiven Fleet].

And the last faction, the Sixth Fleet, they haven't even officially been given a seat yet, this fleet is closer to the Ultramarines, and they appreciate the feeling of establishing order among mortals, and I personally think that it's a bunch of freaks, and quite a few people in the Legion think so too.

That's it.

First Fleet: The vast majority of memocrity.

Second Fleet: Exploration brings technology and relics.

Third Fleet: Psionics.

Fourth Fleet: A Career in the Shadows.

Fifth Fleet: Lost.

And the Sixth Fleet, which is not fully recognized, is keen to interact with mortals.

This is the main strength of the corps.

On top of that, there are a few smaller factions within the Legion, some of which are actually very interesting, but they're still too small to be mainstream.

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"So, Lord Chron, what is the ring of our Second Fleet?"

"The Mithril Ring, forged from a variety of precious metals."

"Mithril?"

"The near-perfect metal that only appears in many old stories and legends also symbolizes the ancient era that those of us who are passionate about archaeology dream of...... What's wrong? ”

"Nothing."

Hector shook his head.

"I was just thinking...... Maybe our genoplasm will be beautiful when it wears it. ”

"Pretty is a word that is rarely used to describe a primordial."

"Who knows, perhaps, we'll have a genetic mother?"

Hecht's soft voice succeeded in making the ancient warrior laugh out loud, and he laughed for a long time, but suddenly showed a serious expression.

"If it's a genetic mother, a true mother."

"In a sense, it would be a good thing for the Legion."

Well, start laying the ground for the legion, in preparation for the return of Morgan after this battle.

I'm thinking about what style and culture to design the second group, and I'm also thinking about the logo and name, so if you have any suggestions, you can put forward them.

One more thing...... How could Morgan give the wine to the original body to drink, I asked her to explain, it is made from grapes that are not fully ripe, and it will naturally be sour.

Anyway, these glasses of the original body must be normal wine.

As for the Ahriman's cup......

You can't die if you drink it, do you?

(End of chapter)