The few survivors of the Istavan III are already the most resilient and loyal members of their legion, and the Guard of Honor is the best of the best.

Although there were still many warriors who did not trust the occupants of the Fourth Legion's flagship as they had shown after their first sight and shock had subsided—one of the manifestations was that they were only willing to accept limited repairs to their old armor that had been badly damaged in battle, rather than simply replacing their power armor with the new equipment provided by the Legion Armory of His Highness the Fourth Primordial.

Although the new-looking power armor painted in silver and black looks powerful and heavy, full of violent art, it is clear that some people no longer use their original legion number, but after leaving the special environment of Istvan III, the surviving soldiers who have been cared for do not have a major psychological barrier to forming a mutual aid or temporary combat organization with the same scarred Broken, both mentally and physically, but if they are free people to rejoin a cousin's warband, That would make many people feel awkward.

But until then, no one, not least from the Old Legion, who still remembers the courage, progress, hope, and good times of the past, will refuse the honor of being the common Temporary Guard of several Primitives.

Especially when the universe they live in today is quite unfriendly to the depravity and uncleanness of their own genetic protoplasms, many of them are still strong in their hearts, but it is not in conflict with their emotional need for an affirmation from the Divine Heirs to re-anchor their sense of belonging.

And this is exactly what is affirmed and encouraged by the owner of the Destiny Steel.

So, after a former Imperial Regent who was approved by both sides, selected six members from among the survivors as an open organizer and picker, and joined the two selected by the genetic protogens from their own command, the small eight-member Honor Guard began to function, and those who joined it were immediately regarded by their comrades as some kind of symbol and spokesperson for their acceptance here.

Whatever the intentions of those who initiated the formation of the Guard, and what the thoughts of the supporters were, a dark tide of betrayal, unrest, 10,000 years of time, things and people, whispering, and mutual wariness gradually dissipated under the calm waters.

As a result, the six Space Marines from the former Emperor's Son, the Dog of War, the Death Guard, and the Shadow Moon Wolf have been given a new set of Terminator Power Armor, with relatively light weight and excellent protection, and their livery is still silver and black, with red and gold ribbons, medals, and knots as accents, as well as new guard weapons, said to be an additional gift from His Highness Lamizan from the Fourth Legion, each with a long-handled broadblade power shot composite weapon.

Of course, despite the completely different appearance, the composite design of this weapon is very reminiscent of some other legions, and at this point, users have maintained a suspicious unanimous silence about it.

The daily duty team is generally composed of six people, five on duty, two on rotation, and one of the guards who has always been on duty is the squire officer of the original Iron Warrior body, Ahlin, in view of the various anti-common sense behaviors that this squire officer has been performing for them in the Iron Cavalry Terminator in recent days, and his home seniority here, the other seven people have maintained a proper courtesy and respect for him.

Of course, as members of the Honor Guard, they can always hear or see a few words or impressive scenes at moments they don't want to hear. However, it is undoubtedly imprudent and unwise for anyone to express the slightest doubt or surprise at anything in the presence of any Highness on duty or in front of any of His Highnesses.

But when the venerable warriors returned to their rooms, it was hard not to have some discussion and even argument about it, still adjusting to the daily life here.

"I still have a very unreal feeling." The man who spoke was none other than Saul Tavitz, the first officer to be selected to join the Guard of Honor, and certainly no one else had a problem with that—the one who might have had an objection is now lying unconscious in the infirmary of the Destiny Steel, under the "careful" care of His Highness Angelon's faithful pharmacist brother.

This was the suite that Saul Tavitz was assigned to after taking office, and it consisted of a bedroom, a small room that he used for reading, writing, and thinking, and a living room, in addition to a full kitchen and lavish toiletries that were extravagant during interstellar voyages, not that the decoration was ornate, no matter how gorgeous it was, that every fine floor tile that the emperor's sons had ever seen was a work of art, but that its unlimited supply of fresh water and hot water was a luxury in the Void Voyage.

Five Space Marines from four different legions from 10,000 years ago are now gathered here, standing or sitting, except for Korag, who originally belonged to the Twelfth Legion, and the "Ode to Miracles" has returned to their assigned station to look after his other brothers.

Garvel Lorcan took a sip of the drink in his hand, raising an eyebrow at the rare and subtle flavor ingredients it contained. "What's not true? Tavitz. ”

"What must be said...... "Commander who was asked, smiling bitterly, "is not true anywhere." You know what I mean, Loken, everything we have in the place we are now after a few months aboard the Istavan III...... That's great. ”

"I don't think so." Solomon Dmittle was sullen on the sidelines, holding a library label in his hand, though he didn't seem to be paying attention to the words.

The second company commander's fatal wounds aboard the Istavan III had been fully healed with the help of the Destiny Steel's excellent medical pod and the Iron Heart apothecaries, "Although I have fully acknowledged their shameful betrayal, I still have a hard time fully accepting it...... The noble and proud Phoenicians and our brothers will eventually become like that...... Despite being a betrayer, it shouldn't be, shouldn't ......! ”

He struggled for a moment, a hint of grief in his dark eyes, and did not continue. After all, the explanatory materials that Makado showed them not only words, but also more pictures and holograms, and those colorful things can be said to have deeply hurt the eyes and brains of all survivors.

"I think it's better than the disgusting appearance of the people for whom I once served allegiance and glory." Calebor Moro on the side said slowly, the former Death Guard sergeant who had come to respond to the call in place of their badly injured leader, Motug, was surprisingly the first warrior among them to decide to officially join the Silver Skull Warband.

According to himself and his comrades, the warrior who had crossed out his Legion insignia and carved the Imperial Aquila on his cuirass from the moment he learned of the betrayal of Mortarian and the Fourteenth Legion had "felt the light of the Emperor's great glory from the first moment he stepped out of the Hall of Omens, never so strong, never so clear", and his extreme loyalty to the Emperor made him believe everything his master had to say at once.

Caleb was now completely new from top to bottom, inside and out, and even his lack of attention to outward appearance had apparently been overshadowed by the Destiny Steel's armory and mechanical minions, and only his gray complexion, tactical habits, and slow way of speaking could still show a trace of his former legion.

"I can't believe how they can still move and fight normally after they have become like that, and how they can not be disgusted by themselves like this."

"I've had the same question, so I went to the chapel to ask Pastor Brother Lee Kevin about it."

"What do the priest brothers say? By the way, I was shocked by the popularity and recognition of the 'state religion of the Empire', a previously banned cult religion, and the profound impact that their doctrine of reverence for emperors as gods had on our great empire 10,000 years later. ”

"Brother Lee explains that the plague warriors have a situation similar to that of being confused by the Chaos Masters they worship, so that they may see themselves as healthy, strong, and beautiful, not the corrupt, rotten, and infected pus-filled state we see—huh?" Tariq Togarton, who answered his question, seemed to pause for a moment, but his eyes quickly refocused, "Indeed, when I heard that the icons in that whole chapel represented some of the same things that now they considered common sense to me, I tried with all my might not to restrain the look of surprise on my face in order not to appear like a fool who had accidentally offended the duties of the sacred realm of others. ”

"Especially considering who invented and popularized the position of brother priest among us after the Council of Nikaia, and for what the inventor was punished, it cannot but make me feel more impermanent about the impermanence of the world."

"Perhaps as the ghosts of the remnants of the Empire's former glory, we have been told that there are too many things to surpass most people." A gleam flashed in Saul Tawitz's purple eyes, "Actually, we are still at odds here, although I can feel the efforts of the two Greats, Ramizane and Anglon, for this, I am very grateful. ”

"Is it much?" Lorcan drained the rest of his glass in one gulp, "I don't think there's enough to think it's even there." You're just thinking too much, Paladins, talk to your ancient sages when you have time, I think the ancient wisdom of Master Rano still shines brightly after 10,000 years. If, like me, you had to take Ahlin's work for a moment while on duty, you wouldn't have had this sad thought. ”

Togardon on the side spoke curiously, "Ahaling's work?" Wait, his job responsibilities need to be ......"

"Hell, the Terminator is as light as a court maid, efficient and precise, like a contemplative, serving the efficient work of adults, right?" Crescent Moon among the Moon Wolves replied as she began pouring more wine into his cup from the room's cooler, "I thought it was Ahlin's unique skill until I got to his place." ”

"What do you mean?" Solomon exclaimed in astonishment, "You mean you can do it too?" But we all know each other well, and under normal circumstances, no matter how advanced the Terminator Power Armor is, due to the problem of the foundation of its design concept, it is impossible to do that. ”

"It's true that it can't be done under normal circumstances, but it's a wonderful feeling, Dmitryl," Lorcan took another sip of the fragrant liquor, and then stared at the gold in the glass, "Everything was fine when I first handed him over, and although I was confident in my own abilities, I wasn't sure if I could do it at the same level as him." Later, when His Highness Angron summoned me to organize and carry some documents for him, I was also quite nervous, because I had no idea of His Highness's office habits, and I was not informed of the contents of these documents. ”

Everyone listened silently to the Moon Wolf's story.

"So at first it was true that my work was not going well, and I had to apologize frequently, feeling like a hairy boy who had just passed the recruit draft, and the desk was a position I had never seen before, and the quill and parchment were the most difficult weapons I had ever seen, but His Highness Angron slowed down his work a little, and told me to get used to it as soon as possible."

"That Master Perturabo has been sneering, but it cannot be denied that even so, his efficiency seems to be the highest of the four Highnesses—"

"Wait, Loken." Tavitz keenly caught a certain quantifier in his words, "You mean you confirm the four?" ”

"Yes, it was during this experience that I was sure that there was a more than ninety percent chance that it was none other than Roger Dorn, the genetic prototype of the Seventh Legion, the seventh noble son of the Great Emperor." Lorcan's facial muscles twitched again, "But the thought of whose flagship we're on now starts to twist my stomach together again." ”

"Well, it looks like we're hesitant to agree that the gold content of this 'Silver Skull' warband recruited continues to rise. Sorry for interrupting, please continue. ”

"The change started with a word that Lord Ramizane said to me."

"What did he say to you? What's going on with you? ”

The Crescent Wolf's expression began to become a little dazed.

"He said to me: Don't worry, Gavel, these things are actually very quick, and I believe that you can do as well as Ahlin in this position, even if you are a temporary helper, after all, you are Gavel Loken."

Solomon frowned, "That sounds like a normal encouragement. ”

The Moon Wolf's warrior looked at his companion, and the Emperor's Son realized he was approaching—but so quickly, before the fast swordsman could react, the Crescent Wolf's fingers barely moved the book from his hand and took it into his own hand.

"You-"

Company Commander Lorcan shrugged his shoulders, "As you can see, as long as there are certain tasks involved here, I can also become as light as a swallow here. ”

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It's amazing indeed, but ......

Isn't there one thing that's wrong with you right now?

At this moment, Nikona Sharokin silently watched the ghosts of his contemporaries in the shadows.

(End of chapter)