Chapter 302 The Bond of the Legion

"So, what is the relationship between us and the Dark Angel Legion?"

Sitting at the round table that made him feel both disgusted and familiar, Hector picked up the last few documents of the day while hesitating between the Raspberry Pi that Mr. Kelon was good at and the blueberry cake that he was also good at. It was decided not long ago.

Why can he only have one mouth?

Doubts like this once again crossed the mind of Morgan's son, causing the question that had been asked in his mouth to appear quite obviously out of tune.

But he didn't notice it: just as he didn't care much about the document in his hands.

As the proud son of Morgan and the captain of the 23rd company of the Dawnbreaker Legion, Hector definitely didn’t have much private time for himself: so he quickly learned that between his daily work , some ways to make extra money on time.

However, his mortal friends who are still working on the "Dawn Goddess" will call these clever tricks "fishing" or "slow work": they speak with certainty, as if they are masters in the relevant fields. .

Hecht believes that this is undoubtedly a very uncivilized and unrealistic statement: He can swear by the statue of the Mother of Genes placed in his room. When he reviews the really important documents, he All of his energy is highly concentrated for the benefit of the original body, and he will not neglect even the slightest bit.

However, at other more appropriate times: for example, when their genetic mother is on a trip and all the important tasks left for them have been completed, leaving only some daily reports that need to be signed, Faced with tasks that even the Space Wolves can complete in a disciplined manner, they can naturally become more relaxed.

Quite a reasonable guess, isn't it?

At least Hector himself thinks so: but unfortunately, although his battle brothers agree with this logic, they do not admit the correctness of Hector's behavior itself.

The reason is simple. All the Dawnbreakers agree that the thing he pointed at and swore at in Hector's room could be anything in the galaxy, but it would definitely not be the statue of their genetic mother: Hector. Originally he wanted to seriously refute this nonsense, but when he thought about the 30,000 arena reservations that were just around the corner, he felt that there was no need for him to continue competing with these guys who had no artistic ability.

After all, the current vigil champion of Legion Arena is Ahriman: Whether it is Hector or other Dawnbreakers, they are convinced of this record and have no desire to challenge this record for the time being.

Narrowing his eyes, he slowly took a sip of the unknown black tea in the cup. Morgan's proud son felt truly proud of his measured progress and retreat: this was undoubtedly the strength of the pure Avalon blood flowing in him. prove.

In this pride, Hector decently took away the Raspberry Pi, not because of his preference for raspberries, but because His Excellency Bayar, who was across the table, was already thinking about Hector, Took away the blueberry cake: placed it next to his Chanabar saber.

That's a damn good knife, capable of calming even the angriest person down in an instant.

Hector couldn't help but think.

And it was at this time that an answer finally came to his ears.

"You're posing a question that requires an academic paper at least twenty feet long and rare words to answer, not a question that can be answered in words, boy."

What answered Hector was the third and final person sitting at the round table at this time, his former direct commander and now his most trusted company deputy: Mr. Kailon.

"Why do you say that?"

The commander of the 33rd company deliberately turned his body so that he could listen face to face to the teachings of his old commander: the shift in status did not change Hector's attitude towards Chiron. He would even think that if his old commander wanted to If there was competition, then his company commander position should actually belong to Kailon, or to any of the more than two hundred Terran veterans in the entire 23rd Company.

"Because that's what it is."

Before Kairon could speak, Bayar across the table blinked, picked up his share of pastries, and answered slowly: Although in Hector's memory, he did not remember Bayar. Er is a character who is keen on all kinds of food, but obviously, when their genetic mother repeatedly held a plate of exquisite pastries in public, and did not hide her love for these things, something similar to [Afternoon The concept of "Tea Time" has quietly become popular among the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Even Hecht is no exception: when he, as he said before, is ready to fish for a while, tea time can even become a legitimate excuse.

But even so, Morgan's pride still felt that his battle brothers imitated the Gene Mother too much. After all, their daily consumption of pastries was enough to completely submerge the entire Orc Empire: you know, their Although the Mother of Genes has always emphasized that proper caloric intake is good for civilization, she herself never seemed to eat too much in their presence.

So, wouldn't the massive consumption of delicacies like his battle-brothers be a blasphemous imitation?

After eating the thirtieth piece of cake today, Hector couldn't help but feel worried.

Opposite him, the unaware Bayar carefully explained the history of the legion to this junior: as the first batch of soldiers of the second legion, a figure who went through almost the entire Terran Unification War, he Of course I have this qualification.

"The reason is actually very simple, Hector: as early as one hundred and thirty years before the concept of [The Great Crusade] first appeared, the Second Legion was already fighting side by side with the First Legion. Although at that time, we and Their relationship is more like that of a knight and his knights, but it is undeniable that as the two oldest Astartes legions, we and the Dark Angels have indeed maintained cooperation and cooperation for more than two hundred Terran standard years. Bond.”

"To be specific, it should be around two hundred and seventeen years. I can't remember the more detailed figures: but what I can confirm is that although the launch of the Great Expedition made the relationship between the two legions indifferent, But in the hearts of Terran veterans like us, the war to unify Terra is still a memory that cannot be erased."

Hector looked at Chiron, who was also a veteran of Terra, and received only a brief and firm answer.

"So, young man."

Across the table, Bayar already showed a relaxed smile: remembering the past clearly put him in a good mood. The half-eaten blueberry cake was put aside, attracting Hector's intermittent gaze from time to time.

"Even for us two old guys who came out of Holy Terra, using a few words to describe the story of more than two hundred standard years of Terra to answer your question: the difficulty is a bit too high. ”

On the sidelines, Bayar's words caused Chiron to nod silently: Hector noticed at this time that as the unquestioned champion swordsman in the Dawnbreaker Legion, Bayar was among all the veterans of Terra. It seems to possess an indescribable great prestige.

Morgan's pride opened his mouth, only to feel his throat was a little dry: he hoped it was due to the sweetness after eating too many pastries, rather than some kind of awe for Bayar in his heart.

"You can put it another way, Your Majesty, just like how we describe the Great Crusade: like [awesome], [terrible], [barely adequate], or [muddling along]."

"..."

The two Terran veterans fell into silence at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"Then you've already finished your answer."

"……What?"

"The four words you mentioned, especially the last three, can almost sum up the two hundred years that we have been with the Dark Angels: they are not always good comrades, and getting along with them is nothing more than anger, A terrible combination of shock and helplessness, and in most cases, muddling along is the best way to describe it.”

"..."

There was still a certain kind of confusion and astonishment on Hector's face, which was decorated with short silver hair. This made the two Terran veterans look at each other again, constantly exchanging information with the light in their pupils.

In the end, it was Bayar who spoke. He swallowed the last pastry in one gulp, and then slowly enjoyed his drink. After doing all this, he leaned back on the chair, picked up his sword, and lightly Wipe it gently, just like a white-bearded grandfather smoking a pipe by the stove and preparing to tell stories to the younger generations.

"At the very beginning: At that time, even I was just a new recruit who couldn't swing a sword or grasp a gun steadily. Our legion gathered the first few hundred soldiers as apprentices, comrades and auxiliaries. They came to the position of the Dark Angels and fought alongside them."

"Oh, at that time, our two legions actually didn't have names yet. The Dark Angels would be called the Seraphim Army, or the Heavenly Army, but they liked the name of the First Legion the most."

"At that time, the territory of the empire was still limited to the continent called Ancient Asia. The First Legion led us who knew nothing and marched towards the land called Europa: In their eyes at that time, we, a group of The guys who appeared out of nowhere are just a group of things that are no different from the so-called mortal auxiliary army, and they even need to be monitored and guarded against."

“This wariness persisted for more than two hundred years: it remains so today.”

"The conquest of Europa was one of the most difficult stages of the entire Unification War. Our two legions fought side by side on that land for at least twenty years: it was during these years that, in the eyes of the Dark Angels, we These soldiers of the Second Legion are finally distinguished from the mortal auxiliaries: after defeating Albion, they will even call us battle brothers in public."

"To be honest: at that time, we were even flattered."

At this point, the two Terran veterans couldn't help but look at each other, and burst into laughter with joy that Hector couldn't understand.

"After that, there is nothing to say: we continued to follow the First Army at that time in their expeditions, constantly learning the art of war, imitating them, and establishing our own military system. Over a period of time, we have cooperated and had bloodless conflicts, and the new bloods of the two legions even had large-scale fights, which caused a downward trend in the relationship between the legions."

"Because the Lord of Mankind has not separated the two legions for action, we and the Dark Angels can only endure each other's shortcomings and fight side by side: in most cases, it is us who endure them , after all, the strength is not as good as that of others."

"Of course, the Dark Angels may not think so: in their eyes, they are the big brothers who are reasonable and humble to us."

"Knights are always so arrogant."

"But to be honest, the First Legion has indeed given us a lot of benefits, but they all have a blade in their mouth: the most typical example is that our psychic troops are actually inherited from the First Legion."

"Their gift?"

Hecht asked.

Bayar shook his head.

"No, that's what they don't want."

"The Lord of Mankind lit up the spiritual path for the Dark Angels and us one after another, but they walked much faster than us: while we were still in the stage of trying our best to explore, among the heavenly armies of the First Legion, A department like the [Five-Pointed Heavenly Army] appeared that specializes in the study of psychic powers.”

"But soon, the Pentagon's psychic research happened frequently, so under the orders of the then First Legion's Grand Master, a figure whose reputation was comparable to the current Zhuang Sen, the Pentagon was After being abolished, all their technology and data were handed over to us, allowing us to continue research related to psychic energy."

"oh……"

Hector nodded.

"So, this is the reason why the Dark Angel Legion's psychic power is weak now."

"Part of the reason."

Bayar poured himself a second cup of tea.

"Things like this happened several times later: the First Legion is a force specially created for war. They will take the initiative to study every path of war, but these paths may not all be suitable for them, so Those research data that cannot be used but still have practical value are often taken over by our Second Army in the end."

"Because of this, you can now see some strange inheritances in the legion: they are very unpopular and remote, and only a few people even know the secrets, and they seem to have no connection with each other, but each inheritance has its own unique characteristics. Use your own strength."

"This is what we got from the First Legion. These arts were abandoned halfway by the Dark Angels and picked up by us. Combined with our constant fighting side by side, the Second Legion and the First Legion have some kind of abnormality. Excellent… fit.”

"Compatible?"

"Yes, it fits."

"In the last few decades of the Terra Unification War, although we did not often fight side by side, we still had good tacit understanding and cooperation with each other, because only when our two Astartes Legions unite When we are together, that is the entire human interpretation of the art of war.”

"Otherwise, do you think that a group of guys who specialize in killing and destruction but disdain logistics, management, command and dispatch, psychic power, and necessary [diplomatic strategies] can really achieve long-term victory in all battles? ?”

"Those legends also have a part that belongs to us."

When they said this, the faces of the two Terran veterans were filled with an arrogance that Hector could not understand.

"As the Sealmaster said, my Hector, I clearly remember how Malcador boasted about the power of us and the Dark Angels during a visit to the Second Legion: If the first and second If the Legion can bring together everything they had in their heyday, then their union could even threaten the very existence of the Custodes."

"Heyday?"

Morgan's pride was more interested in the so-called heyday of the Legion than the Custodes whom he had only heard of but had never seen in person, but unfortunately, even the two Terran veterans opposite him seemed unable to effectively answer this question.

"We once thought that the 50,000 people at the end of the Unification War was the heyday of the Legion, but now it seems that it is far more than that: at least we can look forward to it, Hector, because the heyday of the Dawnbreaker Legion will be in the future, and It’s not about staying in the past.”

"No matter how bad it is, it won't be as bad as the first seventy years of the Great Crusade."

Kairon on the side suddenly spoke and interjected for no reason, which made Bayar turn his eyes to him and retort with a smile.

"Stop complaining here, Kyron, you know: after the Great Crusade began, and before the return of our respective Primarchs, things were very bad for both us and the Dark Angels."

Hector blinked.

"But the Dark Angel Legion before Lord Zhuangson returned was obviously very powerful."

"That's just the surface, young man."

The champion swordsman of the Dawnbreaker Legion made a kind taunt.

"The reality is: after the Great Crusade officially started, the First Legion lost two great mentors in a short period of time. And their own space army structure has the hidden danger of internal instability, so after losing After the last highly respected commander, for a long time, the entire First Legion could not even elect a great mentor who could convince the public."

"Even if they held a large-scale internal meeting and even invited soldiers from the Second Legion to serve as fair judges, they could not come up with an appropriate result: in the end, the Master of the Seal appointed a new Grand Instructor and barely managed to hold on. Jonson’s return.”

"To be honest, the guest of the Second Legion was even worried that he would be silenced by these bastards because he witnessed the dark history of the First Legion."

"...Has his worry come true?"

"No, he is still eating blueberry cake in front of you and telling this story."

Seeing Bayar's smile, Hector couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

"So, Hector, this is our story with the First Legion: Although new generations like you have gradually forgotten the bonds of the past, in the hearts of us Terran veterans, the Dark Angels and other Legions There are still differences, and the same is true for those veterans of the First Legion."

"When the bottom line is not involved, we tend to fight side by side: if we face requests for help from other legions, we will provide assistance based on the actual situation, and when faced with the call of the Dark Angel Legion, we will do our best: So, mother Her mobilization was not blocked by us because her purpose was the same as ours."

"...Dark Angel thinks so too?"

"Who can know what those bastards are thinking, but relatively speaking, at least the veterans of the First Legion are still willing to chat with us for a few more words. However, given the long internal division among them, no one can predict The actual movements of the Dark Angel Legion."

"I just hope that their Primarch can improve this division."

"As for the help of the First Army: Ha, don't count on these bastards, little guys. They have ten thousand reasonable reasons to ignore our difficulties. Although we are their closest comrades, in their eyes This is nothing in front of his bastard nature."

"However, if the situation permits: even the most eccentric Dark Angel veterans will not refuse our request for help: although their help is always high-level, it seems no different from charity."

"..."

Hector nodded, but there was one last question in his heart.

"Your Excellency Bayar."

"explain."

"Since we have such a close relationship and trust with the First Legion, why...have I never heard you, or even any senior, mention it before?"

"..."

Bayar raised his brows, his expression fell silent for a second, and then he was amused by this somewhat clever yet silly question.

The champion swordsman took a slow sip of tea, and his answer was equally slow.

"Remember this, Hector."

"Common sense doesn't need to be emphasized all the time."