"The eighteenth day of the voyage."

"It's been business as usual, except for Siani, who has been looking restless lately and looking for someone to fight, my brothers have been calm. It's reassuring to me, at least they know what they're supposed to do. ”

"Master Carlil hasn't been seen for three days, and I asked the crew, and they said he had been learning something about sailing with the captain on the ship."

"This is really in line with his style, although we have not been together for a long time, we are already willing to admit that he is an instructor of the Eighth Legion. Sometimes, this attitude of leading by example is more motivating than anything else. ”

"However, it did embarrass me a little. The voyage has continued to this day, and we have not encountered any place where we are needed, and I have a faint dissatisfaction in my heart."

"I'm so annoyed to realize this, I shouldn't be expecting a fight, this kind of thing may be my vocation, but not for the rest of the crew. Peace is precious to anyone. I should learn to find something to do on my own, just like Master Carlile did. ”

Van Cleef put down his pen and finished writing. He picked up the piece of paper, slowly shredded it, and threw it on the table. He closed his eyes and began to reconstruct the paper from memory alone, and twenty-seven seconds later, he opened his eyes and saw a puddle of shattering.

With a sigh, the company commander picked them up and threw them into the trash can next to his desk. Tomorrow morning, the servants will come and clean up the garbage. They would disappear as if they were in a garbage incinerator somewhere on the ship, just like his thoughts.

Van Cleef has been in the habit for eleven years. He had long forgotten why he started, but this habit had helped him a lot in the past eleven years.

It is helpful for anyone to look inside themselves, unless that person is extremely proud.

Standing up, he walked out of the room, still wearing MK2 and not taking it off, his footsteps dull and reverberating.

There are rules and regulations for maintaining armor during the voyage, and for the Astartes, they don't need to lie in bed to rest. Sometimes, a quiet meditation session is enough to deal with physical fatigue.

As he wrote, he was going to find something for himself to do - but he would never go around looking for someone to fight like Siani did.

These days, Siani bothers the armor-piercing minions so much that one wonders if they're becoming self-conscious.

Thinking of this, Van Cleef's old-fashioned face couldn't help but show a fleeting smile.

Siani, a reckless young man from Terra, has no surname and is the son of a criminal like them, but, so what?

Now, he is fighting to atone for his sins. Therefore, his vigor and vitality are what the gloomy people of the Eighth Legion need. When reciprocity becomes the majority, vitality becomes a rare treasure.

Sighing, Van Cleef was gone.

——

"The twenty-seventh day of the voyage."

"Business as usual? Should I say that? Or should I choose to use a different way of saying it? Be quiet? Yes, it's too quiet. In the past, I was able to endure this quiet, after all, because we were always on our way to war. ”

"A person who works is happy, I read this in a book, and it is true and not wrong. People do need to work, but not for the sake of working, but to work to prove their worth"

"As an Astarte, my worth can only be shown in the midst of war."

"But now it's different, and I can't stand such a peaceful day anymore. I think I can guess why, the first and biggest reason, is that it's because it's so far from the original."

"The Legion is supposed to be with their originals, isn't it? This is a matter of course. But I have to endure, for the sake of the future of Nostramo, it's bearable. ”

"While I don't like it—or even hate that planet—it clearly has the value of being modified. Whether it's the special treatment of being the home planet of the original or the aftermath of Adamantite, it has the value of being transformed. ”

"And, for the sake of those who suffer, it deserves a salvation."

"As for the second reason, I guess it's because this voyage is not a subspace voyage. In the past, we used to leave and arrive urgently. ”

"Subspace navigation, while dangerous, can at least reduce the distance that would take years or even decades to a very optimistic figure. And now it's different, two months of sailing. Some are unbearable. ”

"I'm ashamed of that. I shouldn't let that affect me, but I can't help it. I desperately hope that this wait will end quickly, that the deal will be completed successfully, and that we will be able to get back to the original body as soon as possible. In the past, I was able to endure it because I had never seen our original form, but now"

Van Cleef silently put down the pen in his hand, not wanting to write any more. Silently, he picked up the paper and threw it in the trash.

After doing all this, he walked out the door, the scenery outside the armoured glass porthole was as usual, and he saw the shadows of the frigates again, sailing in the dark vacuum, their tail spewing brilliant trails, shining with the stars.

The commander of a company of the Eighth Regiment walked away in silence, he was going to find something to do for himself, he had to do so.

——

"The thirty-sixth day of the voyage."

"I'm halfway through the journey and I'm happy. Siani seemed to see it, and made a special joke about me at dinner today, and his clumsy joke made everyone laugh a lot, even Mistress Carlile. Although he didn't say it explicitly, that fleeting smile was still too obvious to us. ”

"It seems that my brothers are all in normal mood except for me. Aware of this, the guilt that lurked in my heart became more apparent, and I began to yearn for a sudden encounter—preferably the kind that didn't want to die. ”

"I'm going to take my brothers on a jump gang and get a glorious victory. I don't need to know who the enemy is, it could be an alien in hiding, some planet that didn't submit to the Empire, or a bunch of pirates. I don't care, as long as there are enemies that can make me fight. ”

This thought has been entrenched in my mind for many days, and it has slowly developed into a burden that cannot be shaken off. I was very upset, ashamed, but I didn't know how to fix it. ”

"Like Siani, I've started to spend all my days in the makeshift training room, but it's still hard to get rid of it."

"I hate it, and I hate myself."

"Master Carlil must have seen the reason behind my recent silence, and he asked me a few times to talk to me, but, out of shame, I refused."

And he didn't ask any more questions, he always was, and in some places there were comfortable guidelines and bottom lines. But I was a little eager for him to ask questions, so that I could speak my shame under the pressure he exerted. ”

But he didn't, and I remained silent. I have to. ”

"After all, I am the commander of a company in the Eighth Legion, and my brothers trust me, and the Primordial trusts me, and Lord Carlil trusts me. How can I live up to their trust? I had to find a way to get this thought out of my head completely. ”

"There is nothing wrong with the desire for victory, nor is there anything wrong with the desire to prove value with work, but I must not prove it in the form of expecting war"

"I need to be calm, it's a bit difficult, but I'm sure I should be able to do it."

"In addition, I have decided not to write these papers from tomorrow onwards, which will eventually become ashes in the fire. It's a bit of a waste, these papers are valuable, and these pen and ink are also valuable. Their value shouldn't be something I use to write nonsense that no one will see. ”

Van Cleef put down the pen in his hand wearily and sighed slowly. He lifted his palms, covered his face, and rubbed them. The fierce face even looked a little sad at this moment.

Five minutes later, he stood up and left his empty room.

——

"The fifty-fourth day of the voyage."

"I made it! I don't think about it anymore! ”

"In six days, we will be at our destination. The scenery along the way was finally no longer so lifeless, and the frigates were now scattered, forming discrete escort formations on both sides of the ships. We don't need to be so close anymore. ”

"After all, we've entered the Macurag system, the home galaxy of Robert Killiman, brother of our father Conrad Coetzes, and it's safe, though there's still a lot to be discovered."

"Today, while looking at the portholes, I saw many ships hurrying away, all with their own missions, just like me. It was a little choked up to realize that, I never thought I would be so hungry for a fight. ”

"Master Carlil reminded me again today, saying that the most dangerous part of war is not death, but the creation of a steady stream of dead and a group of living dead."

"I know what he's talking about, and I agree with him. Indeed, we fight to bring peace, to take away our sins, not to fight. ”

"I survived this individual test, I didn't humiliate the First Lianlian, I didn't live up to the trust of my brothers, and I didn't live up to the trust of the original body. And Lord Carlil, I hope that one day, I will be able to puff up my chest and tell him that I thank him for all these days of tireless explanation. ”

Smiling, Van Cleef put down the quill in his hand and tossed the page into the already overflowing trash can.

The update is complete, and the arrears are repaid.

In addition,Recommend a Warhammer fandom.,First person.,The writing is very good.,It's much closer to the black library style than me.,Although it's still a seedling.,But it's worth a look.,It's written about the forbidden army.。

Warhammer: Dream of Shine Gold

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