Chapter 515 A Light Sigismund Emerged From the Crowd!

Chapter 515 A light emerged from the crowd... Sigismund!

[Okay, let me see. 】

[The war is finally over. The pollution and stubborn diseases left by the Hrud in this star field have also been eradicated. Most of my heirs and my mortal possessions have returned to the battleship intact. . 】

[As for Perturabo...]

[He was finally carried into the infirmary? 】

[Who is the patient in the next bed? Dorn? 】

"Please put away your impatient and gloating face first, mother."

[Ahem...is it Dorne? 】

After hearing the news, the Spider Queen hesitated. The grief out of blood and family ties only stayed on her pretty face for a moment, and then she was driven away by the eagerness to get revenge.

Are those two bastards punished by God?

Ah, the emperor really has eyes.

He is indeed her most reliable father.

A sincere smile flashed across the face of the Lord of Avalon. She looked at her favorite daughter, expecting good news: but the only answer she received was Virgo's cold voice.

"Unfortunately, mother: not really."

Standing next to Morgan, Virgo was sorting out all the documents related to this expedition. Naturally, she could empathize with her genetic mother, and she also knew very well that the Lord of Avalon wanted to break out her two high blood pressures. The brothers of the machine packed them all, sent them to the morgue, and cremated them for five minutes with a simple wish.

It's nothing more than doing Conrad's old deeds.

But it is a pity that Rogal Dorn did not give Morgan this opportunity. After realizing his mistake, the Lord of the Imperial Fist and his Seventh Legion withdrew from the battlefield. At this moment, he locked himself in the [Eternal Crusade] 】In the private meditation city, he was playing with a popular gadget within the Imperial Fist Legion.

Virgo has seen that thing. She remembers that a certain Dawnbreaker who once went to visit and study on the "Eternal Crusade" used Avalon's specialty Titanium cans to get back a similar souvenir: It seems to be called the Gloves of Pain?

Virgo couldn't remember clearly, but anyway, the Dawnbreaker who had bartered for things later painfully expressed that he had lost money this time: the value of the so-called Gloves of Pain was simply not as good as the [Avalon III] that he had treasured for a long time. Exclusive ten-year commemorative edition of Titanium music can].

You know, that is hard currency that can be exchanged for fifteen sword fighting lessons from Professor Ahriman, or an entire graduation thesis that has been repaired and revised! In the past, it could be exchanged with the Night Lords for their overproduction of adamantine daggers.

Of course, that's not possible now, because the Dawnbreaker Legion's adamantine production capacity is now severely oversupplied: the Scientific Research Department is even working overtime to research weapons and equipment containing adamantine elements for the Queen's Guards Corps.

This phenomenon regarding the Gloves of Pain is not even unique: among those Dawnbreakers who took advantage of the opportunity of the United Expedition to visit or barter with the Seventh Legion, many people sadly discovered that they used their treasures to The souvenirs they collected from the Imperial Fists all lacked what Morgan's sons valued most...the breath of life.

This is obviously a cloak made of various precious beast furs, symbolizing honor and friendship, but it feels like a flattened stone to me: a certain Dawnbreaker once commented.

For a moment, it was like [losing money! Losing money! ] The wailing sound could be heard throughout the entire ship [Dawn Goddess], lingering around for three days. It was as sad as if the Iron Warriors next door were summoned alone by their angry Primarch.

But then again, if compared with the Iron Warriors at this time, the atmosphere of the Dawnbreakers is definitely not pathos: after all, the genetic father of the Fourth Legion is now literally He was sent to the infirmary. Also sent to the infirmary with him were the thousands of remnants of the six steel battalions that had launched a general attack on the alien Royal Court Fortress under his leadership.

[How was Perturabo injured? 】

"Heavy firepower, mother."

"Your Excellency Perturabo made sufficient preparations before the final offensive. He used his special device to eliminate the vast majority of the Hrud outside the fortress. In order to avoid those alien time weapons in close combat, He formulated more than 150 different response plans and forced each of his soldiers to memorize them word for word: he also conducted a random inspection before the battle. "

【It's very his style. 】

【Then what? 】

"Then……"

"Then, as soon as they entered the core area of ​​the alien fortress, they suffered heavy firepower and bomb attacks from the Hruds: Lord Perturabo and the Iron Warriors were preoccupied with how to deal with those time weapons. Instead, they attacked these ordinary The firepower suffered heavy losses.”

【Ah! 】

[This is an ending that is very consistent with ancient Greek tragedy. 】

Morgan smiled.

[They seem to have forgotten that what we are facing in this expedition is actually a civilization capable of large-scale interstellar navigation: although they do not show many signs of civilization most of the time. 】

[So, was my brother injured at that time? 】

"Yes, Lord Perturabo was directly hit by a large-caliber cannonball during the attack. The alien seemed to have used some kind of time technology to make the trajectory of the cannonball exceed the reaction speed of the original gene. His body structure As a result, he suffered a certain degree of damage, although it was not fatal, but it will take some time to recover.”

"Then he was sent to the infirmary in a coma, and he hasn't woken up yet."

【Infirmary...】

"It is said that those infirmaries were renovated by Lord Rogdorn before the war."

【……? 】

[Iron Warriors don’t know? 】

"I know, but there's nothing I can do about it: in Master Perturabo's camp plan, there is no room for the infirmary at all. There are quite a few prosthetic installation rooms, so they have to borrow the equipment that Lord Dorn originally provided for those The infirmary built by the mortal auxiliaries."

#happy#

[So, does Donne know this? 】

"He doesn't know, and all the Imperial Fists don't know this: After Lord Dorn confirmed that the Iron Warriors had indeed captured the last fortress of the Hrud, he led his troops back to the [Eternal Crusade]. And locked himself in the confinement room, and the senior officials of the Seventh Army were surrounding the outside of the room. "

"They didn't even notice that their infirmary was occupied, because the Imperial Fists couldn't tell which buildings were their infirmaries: they built them all to look like fortresses, like a bunch of rocks. Made by Alpharius.”

[Then how can they tell where their command room and camp are? 】

"Ah, the Imperial Fists painted their command room and camp golden yellow."

#then乐#

【……etc. 】

Morgan suddenly thought of something.

[According to your words, if the Iron Warriors completely blocked the news of Perturabo's injury, and even the Imperial Fists had no knowledge of it from top to bottom: then how did this news come to me? What about? 】

"Is this..."

Virgo blinked.

"Have you forgotten? Mother: You still have hundreds of millions of connections in the Fourth Army."

[Which connection? 】

"That's Lord Dantioch: He naturally also knew that Lord Perturabo was injured in the final battle, so he returned to the Fourth Army, found the tridents and war blacksmiths, and went with his The battle brothers had a... honest conversation."

[...How sincere? 】

"By the time he smoothly sent this message back, three war blacksmiths and a trident had fallen to the ground. This is about this level of sincerity: anyway, the senior commanders of the Fourth Army seemed to have been I was moved by His Excellency Dantioch’s heart.”

"so……"

——————

"So, you were obedient and your father drove you back with just a few words?"

"..."

"Then, I watched helplessly as our genetic father led his people and smashed their heads in that fortress. I won't mention the several large camps that were wiped out. Now even the original Everyone was sent to the infirmary?"

"..."

"And you are just watching there, neither daring to stop his reckless actions, nor daring to provide support without his orders: just watching six battalions being wasted in vain? That's the entire Fourth Army. Among them, the six battalions are the best at close combat and offensive operations.

"That's it: gone?"

"And you didn't say a word?"

"..."

"How come I didn't know you were so sweet and docile, Frix?"

"..."

"You have nothing to say, brother? Are you going to respond to me with silence?"

Dantioch raised his eyebrows a little impatiently, but Frix remained silent: the head of the trident just looked up at the war blacksmith who was no longer familiar to him, and then stretched out his hand. He pointed his finger at his throat with difficulty.

"Ah... yes!"

Dantioch suddenly realized.

"I forgot I was still holding you by the throat. I'm so sorry, brother."

"...Cough! Cough!"

Frix, who was finally able to breathe, took two deep breaths of air. He stared at Dantioch's face unwillingly, and then as if he thought of something, he turned his head and looked to the other side: all he saw were scattered pieces on the ground. There were seven or eight fainting Iron Warriors lying on the ground. They were all ruthless characters like war blacksmiths, legion champions, or tridents. Frix thought he had no confidence in winning against any of them.

But in the previous five minutes, Dantioch had given him a home run.

"...It's okay, brother."

"I don't care."

After a few seconds of silence in anger, hardship and reason, the head of the trident forgave his brother with a hoarse voice: Look at Dantioch's helmet-sized fists, Felix knew that he definitely didn't mean it.

"Okay, but we still have to discuss the previous issue."

The war blacksmith raised his chin and looked around at his fallen brothers again. Although these figures were not the top players in the Fourth Legion, they were still well-known elite figures among the Sons of Perturabo, but The challenge and oppression they gave Dantioch were not even as good as the ordinary company commanders in Dawnbreaker.

Even if he is not the Dawnbreaker, compared with other legions: among the Dark Angels, Night Lords or Ultramarines, which are mediocre legions that have never been known for their personal force, the War Blacksmith has seen at least a few dozen people who are more capable than these. The elite warriors fought, many of whom did not even hold any official positions.

This tragic contrast made Dantioch couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. He turned around and pulled Frix up, and they walked towards the edge of the field together. Unknowingly, the war blacksmith was walking at the head of the trident. The one in front, with a serious tone and a calm demeanor, seems to be the one who has the dominant position among the two at this time: although he is only a war blacksmith, Frix is ​​the first person under the original body in the legion.

But Frix has no objection to the current situation: on the one hand, he is not accustomed to maintaining his authority like the captains of other legions; on the other hand, Dantioch did give him a Strange feeling.

It is a kind of demeanor that can only belong to those in a superior position, as if the War Blacksmith has been commanding a huge force no less than the Iron Warriors Legion in the past years, so he has unknowingly contracted this kind of self-indulgence. Power.

His words are convincing.

"Listen, Fricks."

Dantioch sighed, showing rare hesitation. He seemed to be struggling with whether to say the next words. But after a few seconds of thought. The war blacksmith still looked at the trident hand very seriously.

"Because the original body is still sleeping, and none of us dare to disturb him, so I can only discuss this matter with you: Brother Frix, after this expedition is over, I will follow the Dawnbreaker The Legion is returning to the Far Eastern Frontier, you know this, right?"

Frix nodded. He didn't think there was anything wrong: after all, the Lord of Steel, who was still in a coma in the infirmary, had never deprived Dantioch of his status as the [Exchange Attaché to the Dawnbreaker Legion]. And even if he decided to take it away, not many Iron Warriors would dare to stand outside the Primarch's infirmary now.

The elites of the Fourth Legion are either leading their heavily-lost companies to carry out necessary supplies and repairs, or they are gathering in the arena to prepare for the next sword fighting competition. Only a few are unlucky. He won the lottery and is now on duty outside the Primarch's infirmary.

Oh, and there are a few other unlucky ones, now lying at Frix's feet.

Frix did not sympathize with them. He knew that most of the defeated people did not have a good impression of Dantioch, and were even filled with narrow jealousy: after all, Dantioch was so favored by the Gene Father. Being favored and possessing so many honors, any Iron Warrior has every reason to be jealous of him.

Including Frix: but the captain was not yet overcome by jealousy.

"So, do you have anything to discuss with me on this matter?"

"Is such that."

Dantioch pursed his lips.

"Just before the final assault began, I was approached by some of my recruits from Salamas, not all but some of them: representatives of these recruits expressed to me that, if possible, They don’t want to come back to the Far Eastern Frontier with me, they want to stay in the Iron Warriors.”

"..."

The first company commander was in a daze.

"Are you saying that they want to remain with the Primarch after the war?"

"That's right."

The War Blacksmith smiled bitterly, and he caught a glimpse of the shock in Frix's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, brother. When I heard them say that, I'm pretty sure I was more surprised than you, and then even more rude than you: I asked them loudly. Why do you do this?”

"Why are you questioning?"

Frix frowned.

"As an Astartes warrior, wouldn't it make perfect sense to want to serve under the Primarch and win honor on the central stage of the Great Crusade, rather than stationed on the distant frontiers of Avalon? Some of them actually want to go back to the Far Eastern border with you, which is unreasonable. "

"……Maybe"

Dantioch glanced at his brother and smiled, but said nothing.

"But that's not the point, brother. In today's Fourth Army, the only one I can trust is you, the head of the Trident. And I heard that your company also suffered a lot in this battle. Loss: So, I hope you can include these warriors from Salamas into your company, just for my sake, and take care of them, okay?"

"..."

Frix was silent for a moment. He was a little unsure of Dantioch's attitude, but this proposal really moved him: he had also seen those recruits of Salamar origin, and they were indeed a group of top-notch young men. Although there are shortcomings such as out-of-touch personality or weird ideas, if used as a supplementary strength, it is indeed better than those new blood of Olympia.

As the first company commander of the Legion, no one knows better than Frix that the quality of the recruits recruited by the Iron Warriors Legion from their home planet in these years has been worse than the previous generation. What’s more, in the early years, The physical quality that could only be assigned to the [Seleucid Cuirass Army] composed of fellow Olympians can now be recruited into the Fourth Legion.

The river is declining, but that's all.

Compared with this disadvantage, it doesn't matter that these recruits are not Olympians.

only……

Why did Dantioch choose him: They were not familiar with each other.

The first company commander rolled his eyes, and he quickly figured this out: After all, Dantioch said it clearly and clearly like that [take care of one or two], and his meaning was too obvious. It was just because they took a fancy to the identity of Captain Frix, and hoped that the recruits of Salamas origin could take advantage of the first-come-first-served position in the first company and be favored by the Primarch as soon as possible.

And thinking of this, Fricks couldn't help but smile.

"Well, Dantioch, considering the quality of those recruits, I think I am happy to help you: but don't blame me for not reminding you, you also know the situation inside the legion and stay with the Gene Father. It may not be a good idea. Are you really going to stop trying to persuade your ignorant Salamas people?"

"I've tried to persuade you, many times."

Dantioch narrowed his eyes and smiled helplessly: it seemed to be emotion, sadness, and relief.

"But they've grown up."

"Many of them already have their own ideas after witnessing this miserable reality. After witnessing the plight of the Legion, they already have their own... grand goals."

"They want to make changes..."

The last sentence was almost like Dantioch's mumbling. Frix didn't hear it very clearly. He wanted to ask more, but before he could speak: an Iron Warrior stumbled into the room. , Frix recognized him as a soldier under his command.

"What happened? Is the original body awake?"

He asked with some displeasure, but the soldier just rushed to them and reported the situation with some hesitation.

"No, not the Primarch."

"It's those... Imperial Fists!"

"...Are they here to spar again?"

Frix raised his eyebrows, not very surprised by this: since the beginning of this joint expedition, some Sons of Dorne have often come to the Fourth Army to seek discussion, and generally they are not big people. , they are all unknown or slightly famous guys.

In most cases, this kind of competition is all about finishing, just like most competitions in Astartes: no matter which side the winner is, both sides of the competition will leave the field at the end of the competition and leave the field to the ground. Give it to the new combatants to avoid adding to the atmosphere of the already awkward situation.

But this time...

"The leader of Imperial Fist this time is a bastard who doesn't understand anything!"

The Iron Warrior gritted his teeth.

"His name is Sigismund!"

"...Sigismund?"

"...Siji...what?"

Frix and Dantioch looked at each other: they had never heard of the name.

"What's up with him?"

"He...he is fighting!"

"He said he would defeat all the warriors of the Fourth Legion, then all the Captains, Warsmiths and Champion Swordsmen, until he could spar with our Gene-Father."

"..."

"Are you sure this is the Imperial Fists and not the Emperor's Children from somewhere?"

Fricks was almost angry.

"How many battles has he won?"

"..."

The Iron Warrior who came to report the news was breathing hard. After a while, he raised one of his fingers, and then lowered his head in shame.

"one?"

Shaked his head.

"Ten?"

Shake his head again.

"a hundred?"

"No, this is too exaggerated..."

Frix muttered.

"So, how many games did he win?"

"all……"

"Not a single one left!"

The Iron Warrior gritted his teeth, and the sound squeezed out of his throat was trembling.

"All brothers present..."

"He beat him until there was no one left!"