My name is A, and I am a new blood to the glorious and great Dawnbreaker Legion, currently part of Captain Hector's Twenty-third Company.

Today was my first day as a Daybreaker Warrior, and years of hard work had proven to be worth it, as I was given my own Power Armor, Burst Pistol, Hardcover Journal, and Serial Number Badge as a Legionnaire.

By the way, the serial number that belongs to me is [23333].

I don't really like this number.

Ⅰ

Our company commander, Hecht, was a very tall soldier, perhaps three and a half meters tall or even taller, and his face was so serious that he could be intimidating.

However, he has a very good personality, and treats each of our new bloods very kindly and patiently, and will carefully answer our every question and confusion, although it is indeed strange when he rubs his head.

And when I asked why there was no mark of honor on one of the shoulder armors of Company Commander Hecht, a ...... appeared on Company Commander Hecht's face Miss?

"Because that's the best honor."

Well...... What a strange answer.

Ⅱ

The living conditions on the ship were much better than I expected, and we first enjoyed dinner in the collective cafeteria: roast beef and pork strips, gravy with fried potatoes, and lemon cake rolls, all delicious.

After a while, however, there was a strange new requirement, and that was that every piece of food must be eaten thoroughly.

Yes, even the gravy has to be licked clean.

The cafeteria is full of all kinds of "sucking" sounds, which is really impressive.

Other than that, however, it was not surprising that we were given about five Terra standard hours of free time and hobbies after dinner, and Company Commander Hector took the opportunity to show us around various art orders, each corresponding to a daily hobby or recuperation.

The Order of the Explorers is said to be the most popular, but the Order of the Painters is not small, and Company Commander Hecht himself is a veteran member of the Order of the Sculptors, and he proudly shows us the finished product he has carved: it is said to be a statue of the Mother of Our Genes.

But I think it's more like a sworn enemy I met during my training with the new blood: of course, I didn't make that stupid conclusion.

Following the crowd's choice, I eventually joined the Explorer's Order, and was told that the next day of the outing and group exchange was tentatively set after fifteen Terra Standard Days, and that my participation was entirely voluntary.

However, there are a lot of combat brothers who have signed up for this operation, and I heard them say that the famous Sergeant Tarasin will personally lead the team, and he will also preside over the subsequent [Museum Exhibition] and [Collector Enthusiast Exchange Meeting].

Sounds good: I don't remember my hobby as a mortal, but now, I like collecting.

However, why did they discuss how many Terminator armors they needed to invest in this [Outing]?

Ⅲ

An ardent fighting brother told the answer to this question.

It turns out that the Terminator is used to keep the local residents friendly and calm: those who have been sleeping for a long time and have a lot of wake-up gas when accidentally woken up, and we need to persuade them to fall back to sleep.

It is said that Sergeant Tarasin was the first to come up with the idea.

It's really an experienced old-timer.

Ⅳ

I had a good time with my fighting brothers in the Order, but it was interrupted by the bell of the evening break: according to the requirements of the Primordial Lords himself, each legionnaire would be given at least six Terra Standard Time breaks per day, unless there were exceptional circumstances.

I think it's a bit too much, but it's not bad, especially since our lounge is pretty good: because of the size of the legion, each soldier gets a private lounge, about fifteen to twenty square meters, and it's well equipped.

Each of us was responsible for cleaning our room regularly, secondary renovation was permitted, but had to be requested in advance, and the establishment of a private hobby area in the room was allowed and even encouraged, and Company Commander Hecht helped me set up my collection shelves.

It is said that our original body is a great advocate of developing personal hobbies during breaks, and a phrase she has spoken is engraved on the door of each private lounge.

You are my heirs and the Emperor's warriors, but beyond that, you are also people with freedom of thought, dignity, life, and joy, and sorrow, not a machine that can be ignored at will. 】

Remember this, and respect your own lives and thoughts, just as you have been taught to respect me. 】

Before the official break, I looked at this sentence for a long time and thought about it for a long time.

Ⅴ

I don't know what kind of genetic protogenes the other legions' combat brothers have, but it is said that they all have their fathers, but only ours is the mother of genes.

But I want to ......

Even if she is a genetic mother, but she can say such words, then compared to other primorals, it must not be too bad.

Ⅵ

The next morning, as I had breakfast with Company Commander Hecht and divided the corned beef floss and milk coffee, I asked him a cautious question.

"What kind of person is the mother of our genes?"

The question seemed to froze him, but he quickly showed a smile and a firm answer.

"If you're just asking me what I think, then I can tell you: she's one of the greatest people in the galaxy, and I'm willing to do anything for any of her words, no matter how dangerous and ridiculous."

"That's how I see it, and it never wavers."

He took a bite of the corned beef floss and continued to add.

"But if you ask what the genoplasm should look like in your heart, then I can only tell you: no one is qualified to decide this matter for you, you must rely on your own eyes to see and feel with your heart."

“…… However, I'm just a new blood in the legion, company commander, and I can't see the original body. ”

"That's right."

He nodded.

"So, before shaping the original gene in your heart, try to make yourself a character who can stand behind her, when you can catch up with her, you will naturally have the strength and background to judge the appearance of the original adult in your heart."

I nodded, and then let out a stupid sigh.

"It doesn't sound easy."

Company Commander Hector laughed.

"It's okay, trust me, you'll see the Prototype once anyway."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, after all, Lord Primordial will carefully watch and remember the appearance and name of each sacrificed soldier, and your photo will walk around in front of her sooner or later."

"So, remember to take a photo of your ID to be handsome, although your kid is already quite handsome, probably six or seven points of charm of that guy from Diarmude."

“……”

Company Commander Hector is really comforting.

Ⅶ

After breakfast, Company Commander Hector took us on a tour of the various places on the battleship, the first of which was, of course, the large arena in the center of the battleship.

Although it was very early, the arena was already very lively, and we happened to meet a warrior from the Thousand Sons Legion who had just finished exercising his muscles, and the muscles in his arms were really enviable.

Company Commander Hector knew him well and called him "Ahriman", and I quickly found this name in the arena: he actually had a statue of his own, and he was also in the top ten of the arena's fighting skill rankings.

Of course, His Excellency Ahriman is still far from the top of the rankings, and there is a legend about Bayar's legendary achievements that even occupy a wall alone, and Company Commander Hecht knows everything about it.

But......

"Company commander, what does this [Bloodthirsty Maniac] mean?"

"Ah...... Actually, I don't know, it's said that Bayar was summoned during a certain alien extermination war, and that guy invited him to join the brass arena. ”

"And he refused?"

"It's not really, His Excellency Bayar was so successful at that time that he didn't have time to hear what the summon said, so he cut off his head with a knife, and this name was still recorded by the other battle brothers at that time."

"That's ......"

"So, this so-called [mad demon] is still quite a vegetable."

"Who's to say it wasn't, that thing never appeared in Bayar's presence again anyway."

Ⅷ

On the third day of my official report, Company Commander Hector told me that a daily internal discussion meeting of the company was about to begin: all the company soldiers were to attend.

To be honest, I was nervous for a day at the news, and even fantasized about the future of my mistake in front of the whole company in a serious hall.

But the reality is ......

It's a hundred million points different from what I thought.

The meeting took place not in a grand temple or a gloomy chamber as I had imagined, but in a lush jungle world with a large number of fat beasts that might be dangerous for mortals, and a very cool and pleasant night climate.

Our entire company landed on it, along with a few mortal assistants and guests, all of whom spent the day hunting and gathering berries, and when night fell we sat around a huge campfire, lit up as if it were day.

Even the mortal auxiliaries were solemnly invited to their seats, and they were given a second toast after the guests to thank them for their long hard work and selfless dedication.

The meeting began.

Company Commander Hecht used a witty remark about the company's recent history and honors, and everyone laughed happily, and the name of the Mother of Genes was praised the most, and then the name of the legion and the prosperity of Avalon.

I never imagined that the addition of a dozen of our new bloods would become the most sacred and important part of this meeting, and when I was called to the earthen platform to introduce my name to the hundreds of Terra veterans present, I played even better than I could have imagined.

Still, I was a little nervous, but luckily Chiron was quick to share with me his handmade fig and peach pies: unimaginably delicious.

After that, chunks of roast, fried potatoes, and salads were distributed among the partygoers, and countless people I knew and didn't know stood up to share with everyone the new story he had just gotten, and introduced himself to us new blood: the laughter never stopped, and I remembered many names before I knew it.

Ⅸ

In the middle of the night, when the meeting, or rather the party, was passed into the hands of the guests, most of whom were the mortal officers who were going to fight alongside us, and although they were a little jerky, they were all happy to share their stories.

I've noticed that quite a few of the Battle Brothers, most of whom are members of the Order of the Painters, pricked up their ears and listened to these stories and quickly recorded them.

Eventually, the microphone came into the hands of the Katakan officers, and here I have to interject that these Katakans were probably the most relaxed of all the guests, and during the long day's hunting, the guests were more or less tired, but these Katakans ......

It was a relatively dangerous jungle for mortals, but they behaved as if they had really come to relax on a tour, and I walked with a few Katakans during the day and found that they were actually faster than me in the jungle! I've caught more prey than I have!

Especially, when I was in a position of passivity due to a large stream of poisonous vines that could move and breathe, an officer of Katachan came out of nowhere and helped me get out of danger by dividing five by two.

He smiled at me, and though he didn't say anything, I could read the expression.

"For a newbie, there's nothing to be ashamed of with your mistakes."

……

Is this reasonable?

Of course, despite these things, the stories of the Katakchan people are still very beautiful, and the simple language in their mouths has a breathtaking appeal, especially the descriptions and memories of their home planet.

Although there are some ...... Exaggeration?

Anyway, I don't believe that a person who falls asleep with a stone on his pillow will wake up the next day and be bitten off half of his butt by the stone, which is as huge as a train and can prey on armored troops, and the [Katachan Demon] sounds like its name, more like some kind of demonized ancient mythology.

But it's pretty well written.

But the old-timers' expressions were serious at this time, as if they thought it was true: confusing.

And when the Katakans in the room had finished telling their stories, all eyes were fixed on a well-mannered officer, who looked to be thirty or forty years old, and relatively thin and thin, but of high rank.

The mortal general named Erwin did not stop us from being enthusiastic and began to tell his best story.

In short, it's probably ......

In the defense of his hometown of Gladstone, how did he lead thousands of stragglers and armed militiamen, relying on a few barely activated tanks, to repel the repeated attacks of more than 1,000 soldiers from three companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion, and even launched a counterattack.

……

There was some silence in the room.

……

But the story itself is really wonderful.

Ⅹ

The day after the bonfire, I saw the stories of the guests, carefully inscribed on the ship's promenade, including the story of the Admiral Erwin, whose story was even inscribed in the most conspicuous places.

In addition, there are many stories and travelogues on the promenade, recording the bits and pieces of the company's establishment, and I think these stories can make me feel the history and pride of the company even more than a statue.

I even had a desire to be able to join the fight soon, to have my own story and to engrave it here, to tell everyone where I had been, what I had seen, what I had experienced, and what I had done.

His Excellency Chiron said that this is called inheritance: success and failure are recognized together, and pride and suffering are remembered together, which can tell us ourselves and those who come after us, what we need to pursue, and what we need not to forget.

I like that title.

ⅩⅠ

Something worth passing on and documenting soon arrived: a massive collective event of the Cult of Explorers, joined by hundreds of warriors from twenty companies.

I even saw Ahriman: he looked incredibly skilful and ...... Enjoy?

What's more, before the event officially began, I saw Ahriman unleash his painting tools and devote himself to it.

Led by Sergeant Taracin, we easily blew open the outer gate of this ancient ruin, and Company Commander Hector led me to the front, but Sergeant Taracin rushed even faster than us.

There were a few strange metal robots in the ruins, glowing with a seeping green glow, but there weren't many of them, and the battle brothers seemed to be at ease, so we quickly cleared the guards and began moving everything worth searching.

During this time, I was accidentally separated from Captain Hecht, and I went deep into a long narrow corridor, following the terrible traces of destruction, and even faintly heard the faint sound of cursing and carrying, but when I rushed over, I found a huge temple that was generally magnificent, but empty inside.

Sergeant Tarasin was inside, and he regretfully told me that the room had lost all its furnishings to an explosion for some unknown reason, but to appease my efforts, he gave me a small gift: a long, narrow metal skull with a few traces of green, and a golden crown on its head.

"What is this?"

I asked him, and he just waved his hand casually and walked out.

"A proud idiot who should have died a long time ago."

I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but I still put away my first and only harvest in this [outing].

ⅩⅡ

The Museum Exhibition and the Collector Exchange Meeting were held aboard the battleship Wonderland, whose name is also derived from our genetic mother.

As an aside, although I don't know much about our Primordial Adult, one thing is certain: her ability to choose a name may not be very good.

For example, the Glorious Queen-class battleship that belongs to our Dawnbreaker Legion, named the Goddess of Dawn, although the name is theoretically chosen by everyone, is actually a tricky one: of all the flagship candidates, this name is the only one proposed by our genetic mother.

What do you say about the name...... Maybe not quite imperial truth.

Of course, no one would have brought it up, but after a few days of teaching and doing, we new bloods have learned one thing: our genetic protoplasm is not a perfect person, and we can't demand her like a god idol.

We can do more ourselves, and we need to do more.

ⅩⅢ

As the name suggests, [Museum Exhibition] is an exhibition, which can also be seen as a kind of collectivism attached to the ostentatious atmosphere, each exhibit of this exhibition will be marked with a very exact origin and how to obtain it, mostly through the exchange of gifts with guests.

There are many types of exhibits, whether it is an artifact, a weapon, a specimen or even a story, there is a special Legion history section in the exhibition, which allows us to know about the past events that happened on the Holy Terra, and some educational areas are also placed in the corners, the most famous of which is the exclusive reception of the Psionic Force, where they give out free psionic basic training manuals written by the Mother of Genes, and I also received a copy and plan to go back and see it.

Every soldier who receives the manual is invited to visit an academic conference within the psionic force, and they also provide a test of the psionic potential of the new blood warriors, who are often recommended to join the psionic force, and if they really don't want to, they will not force it, but they also need to familiarize themselves with the psionic manual, so that they can learn to suppress their own power, and are regularly tested by the psionic force.

I had some psionic potential, but after talking to some of the seniors in the company, I didn't join the so-called psionic troops.

I heard that the so-called psionic handbook is only a popular science book-level book, and those real psionic warriors need to take more than a dozen compulsory courses at the same time, and they also have to choose an equal number of elective courses according to their type.

In addition to this, it is said that they have to take exams every Terra standard month, and those who do not meet the standards will be placed in a virtual dream world, studying and taking exams repeatedly until they meet the standards.

……

Titanium is terrible.

ⅩⅣ

Speaking of titanium.

The [Titanium Candy] distributed in the museum's "Baiwei Cult" exhibition area is really a rare delicacy, but this blue-skinned alien species is said to be endangered in the wild, and it has to rely on large-scale artificial breeding to maintain the number.

But at the same time, this kind of breeding aliens has also met with a certain amount of opposition: but no one will deny the deliciousness and rich nutrients of [Titanium Lot] itself.

Unfortunately, each Astarte warrior could only receive two cans, and mortals one, and although I had approached the mortal visitors in the hope of getting their cans, these mortals, though they had great respect for me, they also rejected me with great respect.

Well, forget it.

I've been told to be respectful of mortals in my daily life: I'm not sure if other Legions do this, but I like the atmosphere of our Legion, and many Daybreakers have their own mortal friends, even dear friends, and I'm encouraged to do so.

It is said that in other legions, these mortals who serve the legion are called [Servants] or [Servants], but in the Legion of the Daybreaker, they are unanimously referred to as [Legion's Mortal Auxiliaries], and have extremely high evaluation standards and actual treatment.

It is said that the salary of one assistant is enough for a dozen of his relatives to enjoy the life and treatment of the middle and upper class in the nest capital, and among these assistants and their descendants, if there are people with extraordinary talents, they will also be quickly excavated and operate as the core backbone of the legion in other fields, and their descendants are more likely to join the academy of loyal heirs, or even call them new fighting brothers.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with respecting them.

ⅩⅤ

The Collectors Exchange was held after the museum exhibition and was located in the same hall.

As the name suggests, this is indeed an exchange activity within the Cult of Explorers, where all kinds of stories and experiences from the past [Outing] are summarized and told, and anyone can listen carefully.

Of course, Sergeant Tarasin was still the center of attention, and although he rarely showed his true colors, no one doubted that he must have been a decorated veteran: after all, his story was so vivid and reliable that it made one wonder if he had been in the service for a thousand years.

While talking, discussing, and listening, many of the fighters exchanged their collectibles: Company Commander Cortez exchanged the metal skull from me with a similarly glowing green alien pistol, and he said that he had recently been piecing together a full-body skeleton specimen of the alien, which was just such an ornate skull.

Company Commander Hector helped me check as a person who had come over, and in the end, I successfully obtained the first [Personal Weapon], as well as the instructions written by Company Commander Cortez.

In the distance, Sergeant Tarasin was still talking, proudly showing off the various collections in his room.

I saw that Ahriman was among them.

ⅩⅥ

When I left the exchange meeting, I saw a few think tanks who were mourning.

Company Commander Hector told me that it was because the [Virtual Reality Assessment] of the psionic troops every four Terra standard months was about to begin, and the genogen would personally ask questions and observe them.

"Aren't they ready?"

Faced with my naïve question, Company Commander Hector only showed a contemptuous sneer.

"Don't be fooled."

"If you look at these people, they are all complaining to each other now that they will fail in the exam, that they will lose face in front of the mother of genes, and that they will get a passing grade, thank God."

"Wait until the results come in...... Hum! ”

"Even if you're only three points away from a perfect score, you won't be in the top 100."

"Those who can mix in the think tank troops are a group of genuine volume kings, who are not only rolling in their studies, but also in battle, because they think that this is worthy of their noble status as [original descendants]."

"Although no one has ever acknowledged this vaunted lineage."

ⅩⅦ

Something happened.

Sergeant Tarasin ...... Stolen.

He is now plastering a search notice all over the fleet, and has been taken away by the supervision department for destroying the environment of the battleship.

The whole battleship was now discussing with some interest who the murderer was, but no one really cared about it.

After all, the days of comfort are coming to an end, and we are about to have a combat mission.

The Great Expedition continues.

ⅩⅧ

Finally, it's here, my first combat mission: the 23rd Company will be dispatched to recover a galaxy called [Silmail].

There is no unified nation on the target planet, but a series of city-states, a confederation of rural farmhouses and barbarian tribes, although they are numerous, but the reconquest operation is relatively smooth, and Company Commander Hecht has us new blood with him, detailing one of the tactics that the Legion relies on most at the moment: the large-scale use of drones, as well as reliable three-dimensional combat and saturation firepower.

We were warmly welcomed by the local residents, who had no further objections to joining the Human Empire, and who selflessly shared with us the secrets of their well-organized community.

Although we don't understand why these seemingly primitive and simple villagers are so proficient in nuclear fusion and free trade, and even keep complete drawings.

Of course, these things are pediatric compared to the ancient frigates in the inland lakes of this world, the rocket launch pads made of wood, and the giant robot STCs we captured when we exterminated the barbarian tribes.

The Milky Way is amazing.

As a rule, we secretly copied all the captured STC templates, and after making sure that the Legion had collected them, we handed them over to our Resza allies in accordance with the contract.

Judging by the reddening and smoking plasma of the Raza Casting Sage, and the parts that kept falling off, they were so satisfied with the fulfillment of the contract, and the plenipotentiary immediately promised an astronomical amount of supplies, and used his credibility as a guarantee for the deal.

Of course, it is said that many of the raw materials needed for that template are technologies that are difficult to understand and reproduce today: all this is another story.

When we finally raised the Double-Headed Eagle Banner of the Human Empire and the Eternal Ring of the Sun Banner, which symbolized the Second Legion, we carefully selected a group of people from the mortal auxiliaries to serve as administrators and representatives of the Empire, and then we left this world and returned to the cold void.

The last thing I saw was a few children who had made it to the top of the mountain early, who might be the lucky ones in the next batch of Astarte selections, and in their fleeting pupils, I saw the first longing for distant stars.

Hopefully, their aspirations will come true.

Hopefully, ours will be realized.

ⅩⅨ

When the 23rd Company returned to the main fleet of the Legion, each of us could feel the aura of slaughter rushing to our faces.

All daily activities have been forcefully canceled, and we are no longer explorers, collectors, or mortal friends, and we have resumed our true identity: Astarte warriors.

With the Goddess of Dawn as the core, I witnessed the assembly of twenty-four companies with all their strength, including most of the Guards and main companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion, a total army of about 12,000 people, and if you add the auxiliary forces and world-making allies that followed, the number could easily exceed one million.

Osiris.

We're going to Osiris.

We are on an expedition to Osiris.

Before they knew it, these words became a murmur between the fleets, countless documents and information were sent out in a serious manner, and the battle brothers from the Think Tank Force and the Ultramarines came to each of the warships that were about to participate in the expedition with serious faces, and held a meeting that all members had to listen to, telling about the various abilities and atrocities of the Osiris psionic species, as well as the past conflicts between the Human Empire and them.

While Company Commander Hector was summoned to the Aurora for a company commander meeting and tactical discussion, we were also ordered to conduct a virtual reality drill, a technology that was said to have been brought back from Otrama by the Mother of Genes, and has now been popularized in the Legion after continuous research in the world of Reza.

All the battles were told, all the problems were pointed out, and for the first time in the two months since I officially joined the legion, I had the feeling that I was about to face a real war.

It's a ......

Can't suppress the excitement.

War, it's finally coming.

ⅩⅩ

Today's dinner was off par.

It is said that during the time we were away, something happened that our Mother of Genes went to the distant Nostramo Star Zone, and when she returned, she seemed to have brought something with her, and she was kept in captivity on the flagship of the Legion.

But that shouldn't be my business, after all, I'm not on a flagship.

However, I've also heard that the mortal supervisor in charge of the logistics of the Glory Queen-class battleship seems to have had an accident, and considering the importance of the flagship in the overall logistics system, such an accident has even spread to other ships.

For example, in tonight's creamy raisin bread, there is neither cream nor raisins......

Don't let me know who killed the head of logistics.

Speaking of which, it is said that Sergeant Tarasin is still trying to find out the truth about the theft that happened to him, and the only clue at the moment is that the murderer left a beautiful painting at the crime scene, which can also be understood as compensation?

Forget it, that's none of my business anyway.

ⅩⅩⅠ

Before the Grand Fleet officially set sail, Company Commander Hecht returned from the flagship, and he brought us back some souvenirs, to be specific, a box of ...... Fungal spores?

He said that he had obtained it during a major cleaning of the bottom floor of the flagship, and although I wasn't quite sure why he needed to participate in the cleaning, looking at the group of young green mushrooms, after hesitating for a moment, everyone still rejected the kindness of our company elder.

Although the elder told them several times about their safety: he said that when he found the tenacious creatures in the corners, he could clearly see that several of them had been happily bitten and that there were no dead people around.

Still, this evidence is clearly not convincing.

Oh, and not everyone, but the technical sergeant, Lord Ajax, took most of the mushrooms in a hurry, and a few hours later, the smell of a wonderful mushroom soup came from his room, and it was quite fragrant.

When I smelled it, I was in my room playing with the trade-in alien pistol, which was incredibly powerful, but it was also much more difficult to operate than I had imagined.

Luckily, while I was temporarily breaking it, I also learned how to handle it: now, my next goal is to find someone to fix it......

For now, Senior Technical Sergeant Ajax should be a good candidate.

So, the next day, I knocked on his door, and although I didn't see the process of his repairs, the efficiency and results were very gratifying.

However, when I asked him how he did it with a kind of curiosity, he did think about it very seriously and then gave a vague answer.

"I'm thinking that I can fix it with this kind of cultivation."

……

It seems that the bowl of mushroom soup does have a little side effect.

ⅩⅩⅡ

As the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet gathered its huge strength and quickly left the temporarily anchored Aegis Star Region and marched towards the farther southern part of the galaxy, our daily life was a little boring, and regular drills and training began to occupy most of the time, perhaps, this is the normal state of the Great Expeditionary Period.

It is said that our fleet will soon pass through Avalon, the home of our genetic mother and my homeland, and some of the past experiences are obscure, but still have stubborn roots in my mind.

Sometimes, in meditation, I would reminisce about my past, my smiling biological father, and my spicy and bold mortal mother.

It is said that his biological father was a happy and free ranger knight until he was in a brave fight, winning the competition that his biological mother used to recruit a husband, and then he planned to run away.

So, he was hit by an arrow in the knee.

Yes, my biological mother was a very good archer, although all I remember about her is that, and the appearance of her and my father is gradually blurred in my mind, replaced by the Legion and the Battle Brothers, the Emperor and the Primordial.

Every now and then, I would taunt myself rather jokingly.

Am I like my biological father who was shot in the knee?

But he's to his mother, and I'm to the legion.

But just like when his biological father mentioned this matter, his face seemed to be just a distant emotion and satisfaction.

The same goes for me.

(End of chapter)