Chapter 520: Weird People and Weird Legions
If possible: He didn't want to fight with that bastard again.
It was so deadly!
When Dantioch slowly woke up on the bed in the emergency room, this was the first thought that came into his mind: there was no so-called glory, nor any unwillingness. After experiencing this sword fighting competition, the war blacksmith easily figured out a truth.
He was not suitable for this kind of... activity.
Compared with fighting and killing, commanding sand tables and engineering blueprints were more suitable for him.
The son of Perturabo gritted his teeth and confessed in his heart. He only felt that he had a splitting headache, numb face, and a white or black shadow in front of his pupils. Every meridian from fingertips to chest was constantly trembling: even in the tragic wars in the past, he had never had such severe sequelae.
Close your eyes, and Sigismund and the power sword in his hand will appear like a ghost, stabbing at his chest, causing cold sweat to seep out of Dantioch's increasingly smooth head. He can't even lie down anymore, and struggles to get up, then clenches his hands into fists desperately, only then can he feel a little sense of security.
The war blacksmith is not a fool. After a few hours of head-on confrontation with the son of Dorn, Dantioch has seen that Sigismund is not the same kind of person as him. He is a madman, a madman who runs desperately on the road of swordsmanship and fighting. The war blacksmith has no doubt that Sigismund will eventually sacrifice his life and even his soul in exchange for the final crown at the end of this road.
He will become a monster, a monster that all Astartes will fear.
Dantioch rubbed his temples. He knew very well how ridiculous his view sounded. After all, Sigismund was only a "good player" now. There were at least thirty Astartes who were stronger than him, if not fifty. He couldn't even do anything to a warsmith who had just learned how to practice the Terminator.
You know, a true legion swordmaster is not afraid of the Terminator Armor: let's not talk about anything else, just Bayar of the Second Legion, although he usually only carries two slender Chanabal sabers everywhere, but the warsmith remembered: in the inner armor of the Dawnbreaker, there were three powerful plasma pistols.
According to the words of the strongest swordmaster in all of Avalon: defeating an opponent with a long sword is certainly respectable, but if you still only know how to chop with a long sword when facing a special opponent, it is not respectable.
That's stupid.
"...Puff!"
Thinking of this, the son of Perturabo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. After feeling a little better, Dantioch tried to leave the bed and walk, but before he could try, the door of the ward not far away was pushed open, and then a large wave of warriors rushed in.
These warriors from the Iron Warriors and Dawnbreakers had obviously been waiting outside for a long time, but before that, they cleared the ward to let the war blacksmith rest in peace. It was not until they heard Dantioch's laughter that they could not wait to come to his side, but blocked the war blacksmith on the bed.
Faced with this situation, Dantioch could only sigh and concentrate on dealing with the concerns and praises from all sides. Relying on his experience in the Far Eastern Frontier, he easily appeased those Salamas recruits who admired or respected him, as well as a few Iron Warriors, and then set his sights on those quieter groups.
He saw the Dawnbreakers led by Lana were also in the crowd, but they gave the main stage to the Fourth Legion and kept whispering to each other. He also saw a yellow-black color outside the door of the ward: the son of Dorne, a reliable warrior named Pollax, who had fought side by side with him, was standing outside the door, looking at the situation inside with a serious face.
After noticing Dantioch's gaze, Pollax just nodded, as if he was saying hello, but also as if he was apologizing for Sigismund's matter.
The war blacksmith squeezed out a smile. He responded silently, and then Pollax's figure disappeared from his sight: after confirming the safety of the war blacksmith and his tolerant attitude, the Imperial Fists had no reason to stay here.
Although the interaction between him and Dantioch was extremely brief, and there was not even a decent conversation, the war blacksmith felt that compared to the slightly noisy words in his ears, he preferred this silence.
As for Sigismund...
The son of Perturabo smiled bitterly in his heart. He just felt lucky: he was lucky that he didn't pursue swordsmanship, and he was also lucky that after this battle, the boy would not stir up such trouble again.
This was the best. He didn't want to force him to do it again: As expected, whoever wanted to be the champion of the legion could be the champion. He just wanted to be a war blacksmith.
Dantioch blinked and subconsciously touched the wound on his chest: less than an hour ago, Sigismund's sword almost killed him directly along this wound, but when the son of Perturabo touched it with lingering fear, he found that this hideous scar was almost disappearing?
If it weren't for the few rough marks left, the war blacksmith would hardly notice the existence of the wound.
Dantioch was stunned for a moment, then he touched it again in disbelief, but he never felt even a crack. Only a little above the wound, he touched the thing he almost forgot: it was the psychic accessory that Morgan's chief guard forced him to wear before he went on the field. This thing was silent throughout the battle and had no effect at all.
But now...
Dantioch frowned, he kept stroking his chest, and looked directly at Rana standing next to him: Morgan's chief guard naturally understood it at once, and he nodded to the war blacksmith, showing a smile that everything was under control.
This smile made the war blacksmith believe in Rana's good intentions even more: although this accessory did not give him any advantage in battle, judging from such a powerful healing ability, on the battlefield, this little thing can give soldiers a second life.
I have to find a time to return it to Rana.
The son of Perturabo muttered to himself in gratitude, and his action made the originally smiling Grand Steward quietly relieved, not daring to let anyone notice: only the old friend standing next to him dared to touch his superior with his shoulder and tried to lower his voice.
"Why, Lana, you don't know what that thing is used for, right?"
"Nonsense! How should I know?"
Rana glared at his battle brother.
"How could I dare to use something that the Primarch gave me carelessly? I weighed it for a long time and found that it would be the least painful if this accessory was broken, so I gave it to Dantioch: Who would have thought that the [defective product] in the eyes of our Gene Mother would actually have such a powerful healing function?"
"You should have thought of it."
The Dawnbreaker beside Lana just smiled sarcastically. As a member of the Old Guards, although he was obedient to his superiors on the battlefield, don't expect him to show much respect to Lana in such a private occasion: Who is not the heir trusted by the Gene Mother?
"Rana, have you forgotten the last time you accidentally activated the so-called defective product given by your mother, and as a result, all creatures within a radius of 3,000 meters on the [Aurora] were forced to hypnotize: from the Primarch's personal guards to mortal children, no one was spared, and even the pharmacist couldn't wake them up."
"Will you die if you don't mention this?"
Rana glanced at his old friend and ignored him. Instead, he turned his eyes to the pendant on Dantioch's chest and wove the form in his heart, the form he had planned more than ten years ago and filled in gradually during this long period of time.
Well, it seems that the function of this [defective product] is a powerful healing power. If we count this successful human experiment, among the failed works given by the mother, more than two-thirds of them have confirmed their functions: As for the remaining one-third...
The chief guard narrowed his eyes and began to calculate in his mind whether there are any famous sword fighting competitions to be staged in the near future, so that he can continue this experiment: after all, this is the will of the original body.
It is also the mission given to him by the mother of genes a long time ago.
"..."
Rana was silent.
He knew that the Lord of Avalon was always keen on rubbing various small gadgets by hand to spend his leisure time: although Morgan's hobby was not well-known, she did create many strange things in batches, and even the Lord of Avalon himself was not sure about the full effectiveness of these things.
So, these [defective products] were all given to Rana, which was not only the affirmation of the original body to his own chief guard, but also the hope that Rana could use various means to find out the effects of these gadgets.
As for why the Spider Queen did not personally experiment with her creations: Morgan certainly participated in the experiment. She would silently spy on Lana's every successful experiment and failure record through her psychic lens.
The Guards General had no idea about this. He just carried out the orders issued by the Primarch day after day for more than ten years, working diligently. Those small objects that worked well in his experiments would be recorded by Morgan, and then the Lord of Avalon would rub them by hand in batches.
Among these small objects, the most famous is the [Le Fay Crown], which is the standard equipment of the Dawnbreaker's unique Terminator Force [Le Fay Knights]. Its biggest function is to ensure that the wearer will not be controlled by psychic energy and can always keep a clear mind and communicate with each other.
In fact, as early as the undisclosed [Battle of the Strangling Primarch], the Le Fay Crown had already appeared as the equipment of the Le Fay Knights, but compared to that time, the crown today has been refurbished to the latest style with at least sixteen versions. In terms of popularity, it has also gradually expanded from the original Le Fay Knights and other Primarch guards to the top companies.
As for its effect, the Lord of Avalon once conducted an experiment: she mailed the latest Le Fay Crown to the Sigillite far away in Holy Terra, and Malcador also praised the excellence of this crown in his reply: According to Malcador's words, even he himself needs to spend some effort to penetrate the protection mechanism carried by the Le Fay Crown itself.
Then, the actual leader of Holy Terra naturally took the Lefebvre Crown and thanked Morgan in his reply for sending such a valuable gift to his seal holder in his busy schedule: it was the first time he had received such serious goodwill from the blood of the Emperor.
[……]
The Lord of Avalon had nothing to say about this, and she did not let anyone know about it, including the conscientious chief of the guards who was still holding various [defective products] and walking in many arenas of the Legion: and as the most trusted heir of the Lord of the Dawnbreaker, Lana had more than one burden on his shoulders.
For example, now, Lana's visit to Dantioch represents his Primarch to some extent, and he did not stay in Dantioch's ward for too long, and took his subordinates to say goodbye and leave, leaving more space for the Iron Warriors: in addition to the new recruits of Salamas, there are also many veterans of the Fourth Legion itself in the room, and the War Blacksmith, with this great achievement, may not be able to take the opportunity to establish his prestige among these veterans.
This is a good thing for both Dantioch himself and the Dawnbreakers. Lana will naturally not stay to disturb them, and he also has his own things to do: but among these things, it definitely does not include encountering the Lord of Steel at the corner.
"... My Lord!"
The chief of the guards was stunned for a moment, and he did not even react at the first time: after all, Perturabo was standing at the corner closest to Dantioch's ward, and he also hid his figure and shadow, so even Lana did not notice it in advance.
The Lord of Steel did not move forward, nor did he seem to be passing by. Instead, he seemed to be simply standing here, standing in a position where he only needed to take a few more steps to push open the door of Dantioch's ward.
He stood here and then remained silent?
"..."
The chief of the guards did not quite understand the meaning of the Lord of Steel's action, but he could see clearly that Perturabo's face was definitely not a happy one, so after bowing slightly to the Primarch, Lana hurriedly led his subordinates and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Perturabo still standing here, silently looking at Dantioch's ward, listening to the noisy sounds inside, closing his eyes, and wondering what he was thinking.
After about a few minutes, Olympia turned around and slowly disappeared in another direction: from beginning to end, he did not let his descendants notice that he had been here. He did not say anything, nor did he make any extra movements. He just came quietly, remained silent with a gloomy face, and finally left quickly with a slightly distorted face.
But perhaps only the most perceptive observers would notice a detail: when the Lord of Steel heard the cheers and praises surrounding the Warsmiths and personally experienced the extremely rare lively scene in the Fourth Legion, the steps of this Olympian became a little lighter.
He was even: smiling.
And his smile was... a little twisted.