Wrapped in heavy terracotta steel, the tall warriors walked side by side in the ancient, ornate Gothic arcades of the mountain fortress, and neither Lysander nor Galaton spoke for a moment.

Lysander could feel the level of suspicion that Garaton was almost undisguised, as evidenced by the fact that Galaton's sensors had scanned him five times in the past five minutes (but Lysander's upgraded armor jumped out each time to ask if he would fire a silenced matte incineration at Galaton...... Corona what? but the reason why he hasn't been prompted to do so may be due to the lack of evidence and Lessander's overly loyal past.

So what went wrong? First of all, there could be no problem with this suit of armor, because even Lysander himself couldn't find fault with the new livery in the armory, because they had to face the Makurags, who would have a well-documented everything, and they even meticulously restored the original motto on his iron halo in style.

Secondly, Lysander was pretty sure that his appearance was okay compared to himself at this point in time, and at best he might look a little older? Got a little more scar? But there are no noticeable new scars on the face......

Oh wait, hell, damn it, Dorne's hand! Is it because of that?

Lysander suddenly remembered his hairstyle at the moment - his hairstyle had been changed to someone's liking! Now his hairstyle looks very ...... It can only be said that fortunately, at least Garaton's hairstyle is also full of hair.

So that's not a big deal, right?

It's just a little extra hair, and he doesn't have long hair or braids, right?

Is it really that there is still a self here? But if this is the case, Galaton will not be alone with the commander of the third company, and if it is the arrest of Danat Lessander, then it will at least deserve the appearance of a full company and the holy dreadnought, not to mention the appearance of the old Reverend Shadras and the impassioned Reverend Makov......

So the possibility exists, but it's not high.

The two company commanders stepped over the marble floor, which Lysander knew all the best, and with the last corner, they would arrive at the Hall of Heroes.

The thought of witnessing and seeing the horrific corpse of Vladimir Pugh from Queen Norn once again loomed over Lysander's mind, temporarily replacing other chaotic thoughts.

Galaton stepped forward and pushed the door open, and Lysander, who had adjusted the expression on his face - he didn't realize that this alone was enough to tell how much he had changed - stepped into the Hall of Heroes, and at the same time recalled from memory what he had said at the time, preparing—

The atmosphere in the Hall of Heroes was as solemn and solemn as he remembered, and the team flags and flags of honor fluttered slowly under the action of the rising hot air on the almost vague dome from the ground, and sure enough, everyone gathered here, all the surviving company commanders of the Imperial Fists warband.

They were all dressed in armor and cloaks, some of which still had traces of battle that had not been fully restored, and their weapons and helmets were locked to their waists.

Lysander had never realized that the smoke of incense and candles and the chants and prayers of the angels and servants of wisdom could be so distracting and hallucinating.

Because, on the high platform in the center, the blessed one by a respected priest sprinkled with holy water is not none other than Vladimir Pugh?! Although it was a newly awakened dauntless, the name written on it was indeed him!

Lysander felt an incredible wave of vertigo and joy rush from the center of his spine into his brain.

Pugh, their revered, mainstay warband leader, didn't die in the assault on the Tyranid swarm!

“…… Danat? ”

A stream of joy crept through the rim of his eyes, and he blinked, not letting anyone else notice the little accident.

Lysander strode forward - he could probably guess what the ceremony was, the witness rally that the battle heroes would hold for when they were placed in the new Dreadnought, and given that the driver who was put into the Dreadnought was Pugh, it was most likely that the next Warlord was involved.

Sure enough, the next developments began to overlap with Lessander's memories.

"Why wouldn't you take over the responsibility of Pugh and lead our warband? Lysander, we all believe that you are the role model that all Imperial Fist Monks aspire to be, that you are the hero of the warband, and that you are the perfect candidate for the next warband. ”

After having to explain to everyone in detail once again that he fully understood that the Fist of the Empire needed a leader, but why he couldn't take over the burden of being a warlord at this moment (this time Lysander didn't need to think for five days to speak his deliberate results very fluently), a think tank curator wearing a psionic hood stepped out of the crowd.

Lysander immediately recognized him, Hardo Masson, the closest confidant of the Pew Warlord and the current chief think tank of the Imperial Fists Warband.

Here it was, that conversation—he still remembered that as long as this conversation was done, they would eventually nominate the commander of the fifth company as the new commander of the regiment.

Sure enough, the Chief Think Tank's next words, although discrepant, generally explained the alliances, designs, and serial arrangements that Pugh had painstakingly put into the past decades and even centuries, and even the attack on Margor's Rift was only one part of it.

Masson looked at Lysander with wise and melancholy eyes, "Vladimir already knows your aim, and he has the same burning anger in his heart against our hateful enemy, Danat, but Vladimir also understands that anger and pride need to be controlled by ego. ”

"That's right," Lessander admitted, narrowing his eyes slightly, as scenes of his past flashed before his eyes, "I was too preoccupied with chasing the only goal in front of me. Like an immature hairy boy, my thirst for revenge blinded me and made me narrow-sighted, unable to see everything. I am not at all fit for the position of Warlord, for I would have cost my fighting brothers the lives of my fighting brothers for no reason because of my selfishness, loss of control, pride, and anger. ”

He lowered his head, "A commander should not be unnecessarily merciful, but a warband commander should consider that the lives of his fighting brothers are the emperor's currency, and they should be used wisely rather than abused. I have made a great mistake in this matter, and I will repent of it for the rest of my life, so I cannot assume such an important duty until I have completed my vengeance, my atonement. ”

Several company commanders made inhaling sounds.

Galaton looked at the company commander who had completely unloaded his pride in amazement, which was completely different from the warband hero he remembered with a divine aura in front of everyone.

Halldo also looked slightly surprised, apparently the first company commander's happy admission and sincere attitude had caused this reaction, but then his face showed a little relief.

The director of the think tank turned his face to the fearlessness on the ceremonial stage, "Old friend, I think Lysander is much better prepared than we expected, perhaps, there is no need to wait for the test to be completed, this time it really can." ”

The company commanders nodded their heads one after another.

Lysander looked up in confusion, and a bad chill crept up his spine.

No? Why don't you follow the process that should happen? What do you want to do?!

(End of chapter)