[Okay, let me see.] 】

[The war is finally over, and the pollution and stubborn diseases left by the Heruds in this star field have been eradicated, and most of my heirs and my mortal possessions have returned to the battleship intact. 】

[As for the ...... of Peturabo]

[He was finally carried into the infirmary?] 】

[Who is the patient next to the bed?] Dorne? 】

"Put away your impatient, gloating face, Mother."

[cough...... So is it Dorne? 】

After hearing this, the Spider Empress hesitated, and the grief of blood kinship only lingered for a moment on her pretty face, and was banished by her eagerness to take revenge.

Those two bastards are damned?

Ah, what an emperor has eyes.

[And then?] 】

[The Iron Warriors don't know? 】

"Heavy firepower, mother."

#接着乐#

【…… Wait a minute. 】

It was a mantle made of all sorts of precious beast skins, a symbol of honor and friendship, but it felt like a flattened stone: one of the Dawnbreakers once commented.

[This is a very consistent ending of ancient Greek tragedy.] 】

"Then, no sooner had they entered the core of the Alien Fortress than they were subjected to heavy fire and bombing from the Heruds: Lord Perturabo and the Iron Warriors had lost a lot of money under the blows of these ordinary fires, as they had been dealing with those weapons of time."

"It is said that those infirmaries were repaired by Lord Rogdorn before the war."

[Heh! 】

"They didn't even notice that their infirmary was occupied, because the Imperial Fist couldn't tell which buildings they built the infirmary: they built all the buildings like fortresses, like a bunch of Alfaris made of rock."

"He doesn't know, all the Imperial Fists don't: Lord Dorn, after confirming that the Iron Warriors had indeed captured the last bastion of the Heruds, led his troops back to the Eternal Crusade and locked himself in the confinement chamber, with the upper echelons of the Seventh Legion surrounding the room."

#乐#

"I know, but I can't help it: in Master Perturabo's camp plan, there is no place for the infirmary at all, but there are quite a few prosthetic fitting rooms, so they have to borrow the infirmary that Lord Dorne originally built for those mortal auxiliaries."

[How did Peturabo get hurt?] 】

So, was my brother injured at that time? 】

[Very much in his style. 】

He deserves to be her most reliable father.

But unfortunately, Rogdorn did not give Morgan this opportunity, and the Lord of the Imperial Fist, realizing his mistake, withdrew from the battlefield with his Seventh Legion, and at the moment locked himself in the private meditation market of the [Eternal Crusade], fiddling with a popular gadget within the Imperial Fists Legion.

But then again, if it really compares to the Iron Warriors at this time, then the atmosphere of the Daybreakers is definitely not pathetic: after all, the genetic father of the Fourth Legion is now literally sent to the infirmary, and along with him, there are thousands of remnants of the six steel battalions under his leadership who launched a general attack on the alien royal fortress.

Morgan suddenly thought of something.

"Unfortunately, Mother: not really."

A sincere smile crossed the face of the Lord of Avalon, and she looked at her favorite daughter, expecting good news: only the cold voice of Virgo could answer her.

This phenomenon of the Gauntlet of Pain is not even unique: among the Daybreakers who took advantage of the combined expedition to visit or barter for the Seventh Legion, many of them were saddened to find that the souvenirs they had treasured in exchange for the Fist of the Empire were invariably missing the ...... that the Morgan's sons were most interested in The breath of life.

"That's right, His Excellency Perturabo was directly hit by a large-caliber cannonball during the attack, and the alien seems to have used some kind of time technology to make the trajectory of that cannonball break through the reaction speed of the genetic proto, and his body structure has been damaged to a certain extent, although it is not fatal, but it will take a period of time to recuperate."

【……？ 】

"Then he was taken to the infirmary in a coma, and he still hasn't woken up."

[Then how can they tell where their command room and camp are?] 】

Morgan laughed.

"And then ......"

So, does Done know this? 】

【Infirmary ......】

For a while, it was similar to [Loss!] Lose money! The wails of the entire [Dawning Goddess] were endless, and for three days, it was as sad as if the Iron Warriors next door had been summoned alone by their angry genetic protoplasm.

[They seem to have forgotten that what we are facing in this expedition is actually a civilization capable of large-scale interstellar voyages: although most of the time, they do not show much sign of civilization. 】

Virgo doesn't remember very well, anyway, the dawnbreaker who had bartered later bitterly said that he had lost money this time: the value of this so-called glove of pain was not as valuable as the [Avalon Thirty Years Exclusive Commemorative Edition Titanium Titanium Can] that he had treasured for a long time.

Of course, not now, because the Dawnbreaker Legion has a serious surplus of Adamantite production capacity: the Research Department is even working overtime to research weapons and equipment carrying the Adamantite element for the Empress's Guard.

It's nothing more than doing Conrad's old things.

You know, that's hard currency that can get fifteen sword fighting lessons from Professor Ahriman, or a whole graduation thesis that has been repaired and revised! In the past, it was possible to exchange the Midnight Lords for their overcapacity of Adamantite Daggers.

Standing beside Morgan, Virgo was sorting out all the paperwork about the expedition, and she was naturally able to empathize with her genetic mother, and she was well aware of the simple wish of the Lord of Avalon to pack up her two brothers who were high blood pressure blasters, and send them to the morgue to be cremated for five minutes.

"Ah, the Imperial Fist has painted their command room and camp golden."

Virgo had seen that thing, and she remembered that a certain dawnbreaker who had visited the Eternal Crusade had exchanged a can of Avalon's specialty titanium for a souvenir of the same kind: like a glove of pain?

"His Excellency Perturabo was well prepared before the final assault, he used his special device to eliminate the vast majority of Heruds on the outside of the fortress, and devised more than one hundred and fifty different countermeasures in order to evade the alien weapons of time in close combat, and forced each of his warriors to memorize them word for word: he also conducted a random inspection before the battle."

[According to your words, if the Iron Warriors completely blocked the news of Peturabo's injury, and even the Imperial Fist was unaware of it from top to bottom: then how did this news come to me?] 】

"What ...... this?"

Virgo blinked.

"Have you forgotten? Mother: You still have 100 million connections in the Fourth Legion. ”

[Which connection?] 】

"It was Lord Dantiok: he naturally also learned that Lord Perturabo had been wounded in the final battle, so he returned to the Fourth Legion, found the tridents and the war blacksmiths, and conducted a ...... with his fighting brothers Honest conversation. ”

【…… How sincere? 】

"By the time he had sent the message back, three war blacksmiths and a trident had fallen to the ground, and it was almost this level of sincerity: the senior commanders of the Fourth Legion seemed to have been moved by the heart of Lord Danteok anyway."

"So ......"

——————

"So, you were obediently driven back by your father in a few words?"

“……”

"And then, I watched as our Father of Genes led the men and slammed their heads on that fortress: I won't mention the battalions that were wiped out, and now even the original body himself has been sent to the infirmary?"

“……”

"And you watched there, not daring to stop his reckless actions, nor to support without his orders: just watching six great battalions being consumed in vain? Those were the six battalions in the entire Fourth Army that were best at hand-to-hand combat and assault. ”

"That's it: gone?"

"And you didn't say a word?"

“……”

"How did I not know you were so well-behaved and docile, Frix?"

“……”

"You don't have much to say, brother? You're going to respond to me with silence? ”

Dantioc raised his brow a little impatiently, but Frix remained silent: the head of the trident simply looked up at the war blacksmith he no longer felt familiar with, and then stretched out his finger and pointed at his throat with difficulty.

"Ah...... Also! ”

Dantiok suddenly realized.

"I forgot I kept choking your throat, I'm sorry, bro."

“…… Cough! Cough! ”

Frix, who was finally able to breathe, gasped for air twice, stared at Dantiok's face reluctantly, and then, as if thinking of something, turned his head to look to the other side: there were seven or eight fainting Iron Warriors lying scattered on the ground, all of them were war blacksmiths, clan champions, or tridents, and Frix thought he was not confident that he could win any of them.

But in the previous five minutes, Dantiok had given him a home run.

“…… It's okay, bro. ”

"I don't care."

After a few seconds of silence in anger, hardship, and sanity, the head of the trident forgave his brother in a hoarse voice: Look at Dantiok's helmet-sized fist, Frix knew he didn't mean it.

"Okay, but let's talk about the previous question."

The War Blacksmith raised his chin and looked around his fallen brothers again, not the best of the Fourth Legion, but still some of the best of the Sons of Perturabo, but who gave Dantiok a sense of challenge and oppression that was not even as good as the average company commander in the Daybreaker.

Even if not the Daybreaker, compared to the other legions: in the mundane legions of the Dark Angels, Midnight Lords, or Ultramarines, who were never known for their individual prowess, the War Blacksmith had seen at least a dozen elite warriors who were better able to fight than these people, many of whom did not even hold any official positions.

Dantyok shook his head and sighed at this tragic contrast, and he turned his head and pulled Frix up, and walked towards the edge of the field together, and before he knew it, the war blacksmith walked in front of the head of the trident, with a serious tone and a calm demeanor, as if he were the dominant of the two at this time: although he was only a war blacksmith, Frix was the first person in the legion to be under the original body.

But Frix had no problem with the present state of affairs: on the one hand, he was not as accustomed to asserting his authority as the first company commanders of other regiments; Dantiok, on the other hand, did give him a strange feeling.

It was a kind of bearing that would only belong to the higher-ups, as if the war blacksmith had been commanding a huge force no less than the Iron Warrior Legion in the past years, and he would unknowingly become infected with this kind of unangry self-authority.

His words are convincing.

"Listen, Frix."

Dantiok sighed, showing a rare hesitation. It seems to be struggling with whether to say the next word. But after a few seconds of contemplation. The war blacksmith still looked at the trident hand with great seriousness.

"Since the original body is still asleep, and none of us dare to disturb him, I can only talk to you about this matter: Brother Frix, after this expedition is over, I will return to the Far Eastern Frontier with the Dawnbreaker Legion, do you know that?"

Frix nodded, he didn't think there was anything wrong: after all, the Iron Lord, who was still in a state of fainting in the infirmary, had never deprived Danteok of his status as the [Commander of the Dawnbreaker Legion], and even if he decided to deprive him, not many Iron Warriors would dare to stay outside the original infirmary.

The elite of the Fourth Legion are either leading their badly damaged companies in the necessary supplies and repairs, or they are gathering in the arena in preparation for the next sword fight, and only a few unlucky ones have been selected and are now on duty outside the infirmary of the genogen.

Oh, and a couple of other unlucky guys, right now at Frix's feet.

Frix didn't sympathize with them, knowing that the vast majority of the vanquished didn't have a good opinion of Danteok, and were even filled with narrow jealousy: after all, Danteok was so favored by the Father of Genes and had so much honor that any Iron Warrior had good reason to be jealous of him.

Including Frix: But the first company commander is not yet struck down by jealousy.

"So, do you have anything to discuss with me on this matter?"

"That's right."

Dantiok pursed his lips.

"Just before this final assault began, I was approached by some of my Sallamas' recruits, not all of them, but also on behalf of some of them: representatives of these recruits told me that they did not want to return to the Far Eastern Frontier with me, if they could, they wanted to stay with the Iron Warriors."

“……”

The first company commander was a little stunned.

"Are you saying that they want to stay under the Primordial after the war?"

"That's right."

The war blacksmith smiled bitterly, and he caught a glimpse of the shock in Frix's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, brother, I'm pretty sure I was more surprised than you when I heard them say that, and even more out of shape than you did then: I asked aloud, why did they do that?"

"Why are you questioning?"

Frix frowned.

"As an Astarte warrior, wouldn't it make perfect sense to serve under the Genomorph and take honor at the heart of the Great Expedition, rather than be stationed on the far frontiers of Avalon? Some of them actually want to go back to the Far Eastern Frontier with you, which is unreasonable. ”

“…… Maybe."

Dantiok glanced at his brother and smiled, but didn't speak.

"But that's not the point, brother, in the Fourth Legion today, the only one I can trust is you, the head of the trident, and I heard that your company has also suffered a lot of losses in this battle: so, I hope you can include these Salamas warriors into your company, and take care of them for the sake of my face, okay?"

“……”

Frix was silent for a moment, a little unsure of Dantioc's attitude, but the offer really appealed to him: he had seen the Salamasian recruits, who were indeed the best boys, and although they had shortcomings such as out-of-character or eccentric thoughts, they were indeed superior to the new blood of Olympia if they were used as supplemental strength.

As the commander of the first company of the Legion, no one knows better than Frix that the quality of the recruits recruited by the Iron Warrior Legion from their home planet over the years has deteriorated from generation to generation, and even more, the physical fitness of the [Seleucid Cuirassier], which was also composed of Olympians in the early years, can now be recruited into the Fourth Legion.

The river is going down, but that's it.

Compared to this disadvantage, these recruits are not Olympian, which is nothing.

It's just that......

Why did Dantiok come to him: They weren't familiar with each other.

The first company commander's eyes rolled, and he quickly figured this out: after all, Dantiok was like that sentence [take care of one or two] clearly and clearly, his meaning was too obvious, it was nothing more than taking a fancy to the identity of Frix's first company commander, hoping that those Salamas-born recruits could borrow the position of the first company to be the first to get the first month, and be added to the genetic protogenone as soon as possible.

And thinking of this, Frix couldn't help but smile.

"Well, Dantiok, for the sake of the quality of the recruits, I think I'd be happy to do you a favor: but don't blame me for not reminding you, you also know the situation within the Legion, and staying with the Father of Genes might not be a good idea, do you really stop trying to persuade your group of Salamas who don't know anything?"

"I've persuaded you, many times."

Dantiok narrowed his eyes, and he smiled helplessly: it seemed to be emotion, it seemed to be sadness, and it seemed to be relieved.

"But they've grown up."

"Many of them, after witnessing this bleak reality, already have their own ideas, and after witnessing the plight of the legion, they already have their own ...... Ambitious goals. ”

"They want to make a difference......"

The last sentence was almost like Dantioc's muttering, and Fricks didn't hear it clearly, and he wanted to ask, but before he could speak: he saw an Iron Warrior stumble into the room, and Frix recognized it as one of his warriors.

"What's wrong, is the original body awake?"

He asked with some displeasure, but the warrior just rushed to them, and reported the situation in a hesitant manner.

"No, it's not the original."

"Are those...... Fist of the Empire! ”

“…… They're here again? ”

Frix furrowed his eyebrows, not very surprised: since the beginning of this joint expedition, there have often been some sons of Dorne who have come to the Fourth Legion to seek advice, and usually not the big names, but the obscure or the famous.

In most cases, the contest is to the point, as is the case with most competitions in Astarte: no matter which side the winner is, both sides of the contest will leave the field at the end of the contest and give up the venue to the new opponents, so as to avoid an already awkward situation that adds to the smell of gunpowder.

But this time......

"The leader of the Emperor Fist this time is a bastard who doesn't understand anything!"

The Iron Warrior gritted his teeth.

"His name is Sigismund!"

“…… Sigismund? ”

“…… Sigi ...... What? ”

Frix and Dantioc looked at each other: they hadn't heard the name.

"What's wrong with him?"

He ...... He's on guard! ”

"He said he was going to defeat all the warriors in the Fourth Legion, then all the company commanders, war blacksmiths, and champion swordsmen, until he could learn a thing or two from our genetic fathers."

“……”

"Are you sure this is the Fist of the Empire, not the Emperor's Son from somewhere?"

Frix almost got angry.

"How many did he win?"

“……”

The Iron Warrior breathed with some difficulty, and after a moment, he raised one of his fingers and bowed his head in shame.

"One?"

Shook his head.

"Ten?"

Shake your head again.

"A hundred?"

"No, that's an exaggeration......"

Frix muttered.

"So, how many wins did he win?"

"One...... One ......"

"Not a single one left!"

The Iron Warrior gritted his teeth, and the sound that came out of his throat was trembling.

"All the brothers present ......"

"He didn't have a single one left!"

(End of chapter)