[47th Star Contact.] 】

[Casting World Anvis Initiates Expedition Mandate: The Gortango Sector is active in an alien empire known as the 'Brotherhood of Destruction'. 】

[Known information: The main enemy forces of the Alien Empire are cyborg and Orc mercenaries. 】

[Commissioned World: Dark Forge World Salem.] 】

[Commissioned Organization: Mechanical Paganism]

[Client: Redjac, founder of the Mechanical Paganism]

[The history of this casting world can be traced back to the twenty-seventh millennium, and it is suspected that it retains the precious STC and the Holy Relic of the Age of Strife, and hereby applies to Terra for the coordination of the expeditionary force.] 】

Praise be to Omnisaiah. 】

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On this day, the vast majority of war dogs saw their genetic prototype for the first time.

"A star field awaits us to conquer together, my children."

"Stellar Wasteland - Gorgotan Zone. You are aware of the dangers and harshness of that maelstrom, with dying stars and filthy worlds filling every corner, but there is also the glory that my father has assigned to us. ”

With the warm-up roar of the subspace engine, the lilac curtain of the sea of souls was gradually lifted. Gentle words echoed across the deck of the Resolute Resolve, on which the neat and majestic Astarte Legion was on top.

"I know every one of your battles, and I know each and every one of you by name. War dogs, you are all the good warriors I dream of... You are also the sharpest spear in our empire. ”

Standing at the bow of the bridge, the Mother of War Dogs was watching her children, her gilded eyes reflecting the fiery gaze of each of them.

"My father told me about your bravery and bravery on the battlefield, and he gave you the name 'War Dog'—I think it deserves its meaning."

"In the days before I returned, you were one of the sharpest blades of the Empire."

"You may be too quick to have much contact with other legions, and your sacrifices on the battlefield are occasionally not mentioned..."

Recalling the blood-red casualty report, Elaine's words vaguely revealed distress and regret, just as every mother feels sorry for her son who has tried too hard, but also has great pride.

"Everywhere you make me proud... My valiant war dogs, my strong children. ”

"When I returned, you brought me even more glory and pride, and I saw the gifts you had prepared for me from all over the galaxy."

At this moment, every war dog was touched by Elaine's increasingly gentle voice, and the connection from the blood was inspiring the enthusiasm in the hearts of these Astartes.

As the genetic prototype of the war dogs, Elaine can also clearly feel the joy of the bloodline, her children are rejoicing at the return of their mother, and her brave warriors are excited about the appearance of the general.

"Now... I'm here to bring glory to you, and this time, there's no need for stubbornness and forbearance—you have me, your mother, by your side. ”

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion instantly filled the heart of every war dog.

They thought of St. Giles, who saved the Ninth Legion, and they thought of the goodness of Vulcan of the Eighteenth Legion... The war dogs seem to know how the spirits as cruel as they were were redeemed by the Angels of the Holy Blood.

Now, just by hearing the gentle voice of the Mother of War Dogs, the suppressed anger of these former irascible and irritable Astartes under the usual strict military discipline has gradually disappeared.

Even, as the Astarte Legion, which specializes in commandos, these war dogs are usually deployed as assault regiments of the other main legions of the Great Expedition before they are called. They are scattered across the galactic battlefields, even though they are proud dogs... But there has never been a family like other legions.

Moreover, each of the war dogs has met the leader of the other legions, and is also the only and eternal core of the Astarte legion, the Genetic Prototype.

Once upon a time, at the beginning of the Great Expedition, they had already envied the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf under the leadership of the Wolf Shepherd God to continue to gain glory for mankind...

Now, almost a hundred years have passed. Their genetic mother, the well-deserved leader of the war dogs, and one of the greatest sons of the human emperor, has now returned to them, and treats them blood-related Astartes like true mothers...

The extravagant emotions of the Space Marines have long been devoted to loyalty, and now loyalty is rewarded and accepted by the Mother of Genes.

Even the Astartes, who had to look up in front of the tall body of the genogen, looked at Elaine's resolute and kind face, and couldn't help but recall their distant and vague memories—precious memories from their mother's infancy.

"I know that you are accustomed to the solace of glory in battle... I also know that casualties in war are inevitable, but for a mother... It is the greatest honor for each of her children to be alive. ”

"So, I'm not going to ask you to change your fighting style for me... I'm proud of your knife-like tactics, but... Clan build-ups will focus on the selection and rationing of apothecaries in the future, and I hope that your pain and sacrifice will be within the limits of what is allowed... was minimized. ”

"This is both my personal request and my father's arrangement for the Legion."

"Loyalty is precious, so please keep at least one copy of your own life."

The Mother of Hounds' gilded eyes flickered like a burning flame, and she knew what her warlike offspring longed for, her war dogs longed to be like her brothers' legions, and these Astartes wanted to prove their loyalty and glory in the Great Expedition at all times.

And the war dogs were stunned. Even though they remained silent the whole time, they were all stunned by the words of the genoplasm.

Yes, the war dogs that have been fighting alone in the galaxy for a long time have long been accustomed to solitude, whether that bloodthirsty and ferocious fighting style is rejected by other legions, whether their sacrifices are not remembered... These loyal Empire dogs had long been accustomed to enduring pain and licking their wounds, and no one had ever comforted them so much.

However, they never thought of comfort, and no one was qualified to comfort these silent warriors except the Genogen and the Emperor. Their resolute souls never allow themselves to slack off for a moment. In the hundreds of years of bloody war, these Astartes have never docked in a harbor with their solid spiritual ships, even their superhuman bodies as angels of death have never been tired.

Even Elaine knew how strong and powerful her father's superhuman warriors were, but one thing she knew better was that these superhuman warriors were once just ordinary mortals. She knew that they would be tired at some point, just as there was a precious and small cowardice hidden in her heart that had not yet been dehumanized.

Even as a genetic prototype, she is always alert to her once cowardly past.

"I was born in the mountains, in my hometown of Nukeriyah, where I grew up – my people worship the mountains and they worship me."

"They call me a child of the mountains... That's part of my name. ”

As if remembering something far away, Elaine's expression became more and more distant. Because of her psychic gift of being able to perceive the minds of others, this unique gift has also made the Mother of Wardogs feel the same as her children from the beginning to the end, and because she knows that these angel children vaguely yearn for a comfort, her tone has become more gentle and kind.

"So... I hope you will inherit this part of my name, my children. ”

"Be my Sons of the Mountains, my loyal and excellent war dogs."

Hundreds of companies of Astartes knelt neatly and thoughtlessly to their original bodies as a sign of allegiance. Not a single person hesitated, and not a single person was uncoordinated in his movements.

The Children of the Mountains sensed a blazing heat that came from their own hearts, as well as from countless other fighting brothers.

They remained silent the whole time, but it was as if they had poured out all their thoughts.

Their minds seem to be able to perceive each other unconsciously, and beyond the thousands of suggestions that have long been wrapped in warmth, it is what binds them together...

A hotter, more majestic existence.

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