My name is A: A recruit from the glorious and great Dawnbreaker Legion, currently part of Commander Hecht's Twenty-third Company, serving in the Fourth Tactical Squad.

At this point, almost five Terra standard years had passed since I officially became a Daybreaker: according to Company Commander Hecht, I had passed the test and been promoted from a new blood to a new soldier.

I used to wonder what the difference was between a new blood and a new soldier, and in the face of my question, Company Commander Hecht just pointed to his own face.

"I'm also a recruit."

He said.

“？？？”

"But you're a company commander?"

In the face of my surprise, Company Commander Hector only smiled kindly, and then pointed to the old Wald next to him.

"Do you know him?"

I nodded: Of course I know old Walder, he took me to the assembly on my first day in the legion, and on weekdays, this combat brother without a military rank also likes to repair each of us weapons, make some pastries or small objects, or something.

To be honest, if it weren't for the standard Astarte build, I would have thought he was a mortal assistant: I hadn't even seen him in battle, and his old face was always smiling, like an old man at a kindergarten gate.

And it was such a figure, and Company Commander Hector whispered in my ear with respect, pointing quietly at him.

"Don't you think there's something strange about old Walder's ice cream buckets when he distributes ice cream to you? Especially the vanilla and strawberry flavors? ”

“……”

I thought about it: it seems like that's true.

"What's the problem? Captain? ”

Then, I saw Company Commander Hector smile with an unfathomable smile.

"Tell you, recruit: old Walder has been in the legion for two hundred years, and those ice cream buckets are the heads of the ten green-skinned WARBOSSs he had personally chopped off before."

“……”

"Why don't you think he doesn't participate in the company's operations much: that kind of petty fight has long been looked down upon, so I want to give you new blood a little room to play, if he participates in every operation, you are still a new blood."

“…… But...... But why doesn't he have a military rank? ”

"I'm too lazy to fight."

The company commander's pupils were a little dim.

"Look at those guys over there, they still don't have any military ranks or titles, but those two who play chess have served in front of the emperor before, and they have won a room full of medals during the War of Terra's Unification, and the one who is painting portraits of mortal assistants, they were nicknamed Thousand Wins Butcher back then, and it is said that even the war dogs think his fighting posture is too crazy."

"And the one over there, the senior who is watering the cactus, he is the most powerful of all: when he went to the world of the dead in Katachan on a business trip, he accidentally got separated in the forest, and as a result, he survived in the uninhabited forest of Katachan for eight days, and single-handedly found the nearest settlement."

"It is said that when the Katakan people saw him, they thought that the unjust spirits in the forest had finally crawled out, and the legion even wrote the obituary at that time, and he tore it up with his own hands."

"Look at them: everyone has no so-called titles and titles, their armor is not even decorated, and if you go into their room, you will find that all kinds of medals of honor and victory symbols have been piled up and used as wallpaper."

"And people like this are everywhere in the entire legion: with them, what do you think a guy like me, who has served for decades, has to call himself a veteran?"

“……”

Perhaps seeing my face crumbling with surprise, the always steady and reliable company commander Hector thought about it, patted me on the end, and comforted me.

"It's okay, recruits, as the saying goes, each legion has its own characteristics, and the characteristic of our legion is that there are many veterans: if you look at the other legions that have returned from the original body, which legion can still have so many Terra veterans?"

"It's a good thing to have so many veterans: at least you can get the best advice and help if you have any questions, and these seniors who have been fighting for hundreds of years, how to say, their personalities are quite open-minded."

"As long as it doesn't involve the mother of genes, these seniors are still negotiable."

“…… So, what if it comes to the mother of genes? ”

“……”

The company commander smiled at me and didn't answer.

"I mean, don't worry about this yet, boy: is your [Night's Watch] ready? Do you want me to help? ”

"Ah...... Night's watchman. ”

At this point, I remembered that my Night's Watch wasn't finished yet.

"This ...... Not yet. ”

"Is there any difficulty?"

Company Commander Hector smiled at me.

"No, I can lend you my Night's Watch for reference."

“……”

"No, thank you for your kindness, company commander."

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The Night Watch is a novel object that has been handed down in the Legion for an unknown time: it can be a statue or a doll-like creation, and the battle brothers will place it at the head of their bed, believing that this act will bring good sleep and good luck.

After all, all the Night's Watch are modeled after our Genetic Mother, and each of the Battle Brothers will also create their own Night's Watch: perhaps because of this, the Night's Watch in the legion looks all sorts of strangers, from Valkyries in helmets and armor to giantesses three or four meters tall.

Others are more sinister: a blue-skinned witch with four hands, a minor mortal woman who looks less than a meter tall, or a ...... Round?

It is said that there are also those carved into a stone.

……

The aesthetic of my combat brethren is so strange.

Of course, none of the above is as strange as Captain Hecht's [Night Watch], although he is very good, very helpful to me, and an absolutely good commander, but I really can't lie about his aesthetic attainments.

After all......

The [Night Watch] carved by Commander Hecht himself, which looks exactly like the original gene.

How so......

Whenever I see it, I always feel like the WARBOSS who almost strangled me to death during a combat mission.

Yes, the statue looks like a green skin.

——————

By the way, there are still some rumors among the Legion: it is said that some people actually call the "Night Watch" that we have created with our own hands to express our reverence for the Mother of Genes "Mother's Pillow".

“……”

Seriously, I can't think of what kind of poor creature without imagination could have come up with such a ridiculous name: even the barbarians of the Shadow Moon Wolves would not be so uneducated.

It is said that the head of the Praetorian Guard, Lana, has been sending someone to search for the source of this rumor, hoping that the unlucky guy will not be beaten too badly.

——————

Speaking of Lana, I recently heard about a very interesting thing.

Rana is busy: he is said to be busy distributing hero posts within the Legion, gathering archaeologists, stealth masters, and even Assassin units in the Legion to gather together as if to conspire with each other.

No one knew what his purpose was, and no one dared to ask: Lord Rana had a high reputation in the Legion, after all, Lord Marshall and Lord Bayar were not very in charge, and everyone was used to seeing Lord Lana's orders as the will of the primordial.

Everyone is speculating about what Lord Rana is trying to do when he gathers so many heroes: some say that Rana is going to take them to find a primordial that has not yet returned, some say that they are going to assassinate a great warlord of the Greenskin Empire, and others say that Rana is gathering these people to form a new Primordial Guard, because our genetic mother has been appointed by the emperor as the commander of the empire!

Company Commander Hecht scoffed at all of this, and he had told me in a private conversation that he had received the most reliable inside information: Lord Rana had gathered such an elite force to go on a secret mission in a mysterious world and bring back a treasure of great significance to the Mother of Genes.

"What kind of treasure is it?"

I can't wait to ask.

The company commander just smiled mysteriously.

"Trust me: it must be a precious STC inherited from ancient times, containing mysterious confectionery making machine technology! : This is what our mother of genes needs most! ”

“……”

Seriously, I don't believe this speculation, and the main reason is......

"Do you like desserts? I see that she is in such a good shape, she must be very diet-conscious on weekdays, maybe she is a person with a particularly light taste? ”

This idea made Company Commander Hecht think about it quite seriously.

"Hmmm......"

"It's not impossible."

"After all, as far as I know, our genetic mother is very light at the average level of the genoplasm: her weight may not even be as heavy as ours, even if she sits on us, it will not be too heavy."

“……”

Why are you so sure of that? Your Excellency, Company Commander? ”

“……”

Company Commander Hector was silent for a moment.

"Because...... Cough! ”

"Because I'm her most important child!"

"Huh?"

"That's right! That's it! ”

The company commander patted me on the shoulder, revealing his shiny white teeth.

"Trust me, brother: even though I may still be a little far from a legend like Lord Bayar, but if, I mean, our genetic mother and her brothers discuss who is the proudest of her offspring, believe me, I will definitely be ahead of Lana and Bayar."

"What do you think?"

He smiled at me, confident.

“……”

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I don't think it's possible.

——————

But I didn't say it.

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A few days after this conversation, presumably as our fleet began to leave the Caliban system, my Night Watch was almost ready: in the habit of Captain Hecht and the rest of the company's brothers, I made my Night Watch not the most popular doll or pendant in the Legion, but a statue.

My statue is much better than that of Hecht's company commander: at the very least, I have made my mother's streamlined figure, long silver hair, blue pupils, white wings, three meters long legs, and a golden aperture of light behind her.

Although this statue is different from any of the Night Watch in the Legion, I can still be 100% sure that my Night Watch is the true Mother of Genes: for this reason, I will not be absent from every psionic lecture, even if I am standing and listening, and I will be online all the time.

The psionic troops thought I had a deep affection for subspace knowledge.

The only fly in the ointment is that my Night's Watch statue may be waiting a while before it can be painted: after all, the all-important silver paint used to coat long hair has been discontinued throughout the Dawnbreaker Legion.

The impact of this out-of-stock can be said to be very large, after all, silver paint has always been one of the most important munitions of the entire Second Legion, and the logistics department, which is run by the mortal assistants, was once besieged by the company commanders: because the mother of genes has repeatedly ordered that mortals must not be harmed, and there are indeed many of our friends among those mortal assistants, the company commanders finally chose a unified sit-in tactic, holding up signs to protest against the inefficient operation of the logistics department.

Among them, Captain Hecht was the most vicious: he painted Conrad's face on his placard, and he was still skewers of Turkish kebab.

I don't know what the allusion is: the mortals in the logistics department look really scared anyway.

It didn't take long for things to happen: there was no corruption in the logistics department, and they meticulously stocked up a large amount of silver paint, which was then taken by the Iron Warrior contingent stationed in the Legion.

I really don't understand how one of their companies could use up 100,000 barrels of silver paint.

With this in mind, I dispersed with the protest party and said goodbye to Company Commander Hecht halfway through: and just as I was approaching my lounge, a combat brother passed me.

There was something pungent about him.

"Wait, brother."

I turned around and called out to him.

"What's wrong?"

He also turned around, without a helmet, and looked at me as usual, and then I made small talk with him for a few words, and found nothing wrong: although I was still confused, I did not continue to consume his time.

It wasn't until after we said goodbye that I wondered what was wrong: the color of the Battle Brothers' armor didn't seem to be the usual silver-white of the Daybreakers, but a darker color.

It's like applying a light silver paint to a gray or black, which doesn't hide the original color too much, but can also achieve a superficial self-deception.

But......

What's the point of doing that?

And......

When in the Legion of the Dawnbreakers, when was there a combat bro who was so short and spoke with a strange Olympian accent?

“……”

Strange things have increased yet.

(End of chapter)