Chapter 429 Legion Era: Survivors of the Past

The snow-white armor walked in the corridor of the warship, and the lights above his head shone on the armor like a piece of fresh snow. The pedestrians in the corridor all made way to the sides without exception, regardless of their status and military rank, even those tall Astartes stood on both sides to make way for the newcomers.

The bright Eye of Terra glittered under the light, and the obsidian pupils on its orange-red eyes shone brightly. The eyes of Terra were also branded on his shoulder armor and chest. The same mark can also be seen on those shameful black legion traitors.

But the one in front of him, no, he is not a traitor, on the contrary, he is a respected warrior, with roaring silver wolves surrounding the Eye of Terra. He is so respected that several company commanders who met along the way took the initiative to lead their soldiers to the sides and saluted him.

The snow-white warrior nodded to them with his short blond hair. He strode towards the door at the end of the corridor. When he arrived, he slowly raised his head beside the robot embedded in the wall. He looked at the snow-white armor with his head covered by a metal cover. After a moment of silence, a scanning eye popped out from the wall.

The light swept down from the top of the warrior's head. In the flickering light, the robot spoke in a stiff voice, "Commander Gavial Locke, to verify." "Open the door, robot."

After a ticking sound, the door in front of Locke opened quickly. He strode into the bright deck behind the door. Countless high-brightness lights illuminated the entire deck. Locke strode into it and passed by the side of the deck.

There were a lot of Thunderhawk gunboats and heavy transport planes parked around him, sparks pouring down from the welding points around them. Behind the fighter planes, a Rhino transporter that was even bigger than the mortal model drove down from the huge cabin. He rumbled down the cabin, and the tracks rubbed against the ground and drove to the open space on the side.

There were already a lot of armored vehicles parked there. The armored vehicles of the mortal auxiliary army and the space marines were parked together. Compared with the latter, the armored vehicles of the mortals seemed so small, like a matchbox played by children, but there were also huge ones among them.

Surrounded by the armored units, an Emperor's poison blade stood proudly among the armored units. It was extremely tall. As one of the largest war beasts ever built by humans, the towering turret stood like a towering mountain, and the magnificent cannon pointed over the deck like a sharp blade.

Emperor's poison blades are often extremely expensive. It takes a whole foundry a whole year or even longer to make them. Their huge size contains a complete set of fire control weapons and power systems, and even carries battlefield life support devices. The machine soul inside them has been carefully controlled to ensure that they will not explode when you fire, or the engine will crash when you need to maneuver.

Loken looked at the behemoth. His crew members were busy repairing it. With the help of the servitors, they dealt with the damaged parts left in the previous battles. Welding sparks and flames from the jet muzzle kept lighting up on the steel object, but generally speaking, the damage was not much. The giant relied on its strong defense to withstand almost all the artillery fire.

Such an expensive and rare war behemoth was certainly not originally owned by the war group, but was one of the gifts sent by Belisariucaur when they set out. He sent the Fists of Dorn a whole set of equipment that could arm an imperial armored division. Among the endless armored vehicles and tanks, this behemoth was also sent together.

It stood out among the crowd then, and it still does now. You can ignore all the armored vehicles around it, but you can't ignore it. It is almost a different kind of Titan mecha. Believe me, when you first see it, you will definitely think it is a Titan crawling on the ground.

When the Great Sage sent it, he wished that Eisenstein and Loken could use it to give Om Messiah and the enemies of the Emperor a heavy blow, and they did so.

Loken still remembers how it roared on the battlefield. This Emperor's poison blade was the spearhead of the attack in the previous battle. It crushed the armored torrent of the Iron Warriors with its own strength, and blew through the fortress wall with endless firepower, allowing Loken to lead the assault company to rush in and behead the enemy leader, defeat the remaining traitors and control the entire fortress and the world.

But Loken's memories were soon interrupted. A voice came from behind Loken. It was an Astartes Brother. No, it shouldn't be called that. The Primaris warriors did not regard themselves as defenders of faith, but weapons and warriors of the Emperor.

Just like Loken in the past, many things here made him miss them very much. They were memories that he had never seen since he woke up, everything from the Great Crusade era, but there were also some things that made him feel unfamiliar, such as this title.

"Commander Loken, we have something to report to you." "My rank is captain, just like you, you don't need to call me that." Loken turned around with a slightly bitter smile to face the captain of the Fist of Dorne who was coming up. He wore a horizontal centurion cockscomb helmet, and several squad leaders of his company followed behind him.

"But according to the order of the Chapter Master, my lord, you are the supreme commander of the entire regiment when he is not on the scene. This is an order that must be executed." The captain said solemnly. He stood in front of Loken with a blank expression and a straight face, looking like a standard son of Dorne.

Lokken sighed with a wry smile, and a squad leader behind the company commander said, "Besides, sir, it was you who led us to break through the enemy's defenses and crush their resistance. Glory belongs to the Fist of Dorn, and glory belongs to you. You have won the respect of all of us in the past two years."

"Glory belongs to all brothers. It would not have come without your tenacious struggle. I just issued a simple order at the right time. It was you who won the victory."

"We are honored by your praise, commander. We are terrified to be recognized by a veteran of ten thousand years." The company commander bowed his head respectfully, and the squad leaders behind him did the same, while Lokken in front of them suddenly smiled bitterly.

He stood on the deck, listening to the clanking sound in the maintenance area on the side. Lokken looked up at a servo skull flying over. A jet can was hanging under it. The skull flew to a mechanical priest in the distance and connected the can to its back mechanical arm.

The priest lowered his head and continued to work. The welding sparks were extremely bright. The leaping light lit up the chapter emblem on the side of the Thunderhawk in front of him, a golden iron fist surrounded by an iron ring.

"What do you want to talk to me about? Captain." "Commander Locke, according to the order, I sent the list of casualties of each company after the war. Please take a look." The captain took out the data panel from his arms and handed it to Locke, who took it and stared at the data panel.

"You should hand it over directly to the chapter leader, not to me. I am just your temporary commander. The battle is over, my duties are over, and I have no power to deal with the contents of this document."

"No, sir, the order I heard at the time was very clear. The chapter leader appointed you as the acting commander with the same power as the chapter leader. I did not receive any deadline notice, so it is still valid now."

The captain faithfully fulfilled the strictness of the order of the sons of Dorne, and every word was correct. Locke looked at the captain in front of him and was slightly silent. He looked at the data panel in his hand and held it in his hand.

"Okay, I will bring it to Chapter Captain Eisenstein. In addition, I will record the equipment you need to repair and replenish, count the casualties of the Astra Militarum attached to the Chapter, and then submit it to the command level. The port will coordinate the replenishment."

"Yes, sir, I will complete the statistics and deliver it to you as soon as possible. You are busy, so we will not disturb you. For Dorne and the Emperor." After the captain put his iron fist on his chest, he straightened his body and saluted Loken, and several squad leaders behind him saluted with him.

Loken smiled bitterly and saluted them. He almost blurted out the words, "For the Warmaster and the Emperor."

He stopped immediately and realized what he had said. The several Fists of Dorne in front of him looked at each other, and then kept silent under the angry eyes of their captain. The latter immediately bowed and retreated, leading his squad leaders away. He did not embarrass Loken.

Loken stood there and watched them leave. He seemed to have turned them into comrades of the 10th Company of the Luna Wolves for a moment. Although he knew that they had all returned to the throne in Isstvan, Loken, as he said before, everything here, the soldiers and the surrounding atmosphere made him feel like he had returned to the past.

Loken sighed deeply, then turned and walked to the exit of the deck. From there, he entered the corridor of the battleship and headed for the bridge. He knew that Eisenstein was there at the moment, and he was the temporary commander appointed by him.

At first, Loken wanted to refuse him. Those soldiers said that they were veterans of ten thousand years, but that was wrong. He was not a veteran of ten thousand years. He just slept for ten thousand years. He missed the defense of Terra and everything that happened afterwards. He did not stop Horus from injuring the Emperor, and he failed to stop the rebellion.

And now, even everything about the Legion in his mind has become something unspeakable. It is the memory of the traitors, the names of the traitors who are now treasonous. The once glorious Moon Wolf no longer exists, leaving only the shameful symbol of the traitor branded on the snow-white silver armor, the armor on his body.

He wanted to refuse Eisenstein. He was just the last remnant of the past memory, the last fragment of a forgotten and unremembered afterimage. He was not qualified to lead the current imperial warriors, but Eisenstein rejected this. He directly appointed Loken without any hesitation.

Loken had no chance to refuse. He was forced to accept the appointment and led the warriors of the Fist of Dorn onto the battlefield. He initially thought that he had long forgotten how to command the battle, and that everything had become a memory of the past, but he was wrong. When he led his company onto the battlefield and launched an attack under the cover of the rumbling armored cluster, all the memories came back.

It was like an instinct. All the experience he had as the captain of the 10th Company and a member of the Council of Four Kings was automatically injected into his body. He led the warriors to victory, but that did not make Loken feel happy. Amid the cheers of the surrounding warriors, he only felt lonely.

Because he clearly knew that when the vague veil of memory finally dissipated with the last gunfire, he saw them. They were wearing golden armor instead of silver armor. He was still the last Shadow Moon Wolf.

Loken walked past the chapter's flagship "Eternal Serenity" at his feet. He passed through the now empty wide corridor. Soon this place will be filled with banners of glory. The chapter will win countless glory and achieve countless victories. The surroundings Empty spaces will also be filled with souvenirs of victory.

He walked alone through the corridor and walked through this busy area. The Imperial Navy officers and Chapter members along the way saluted Loken and kept greeting him by name.

Loken looked at them and sighed softly. Past memories emerged in his memory. The corridors of the Vengeful Spirit seemed to merge with the surrounding scenes, and the surrounding warriors became themselves again. Familiar faces, for a moment Loken thought he was back among his brothers, but in the end he knew that he could never go back.

Loken passed the inner part of the battleship and stepped into the bridge command room of the battleship. He strode forward to a burly soldier behind the handrail of the high platform, "Torgaton, these are the statistics after the war. ,you"

"Lorken?" the voice asked. Loken turned his head and glanced at the warrior beside him. He was wearing gold armor instead of silver armor. Loken was stunned for a moment and then raised his hand to rub his forehead, "Sorry. Eisenstein, I admit my mistake, please take a look at the casualties of the battle group."

"Have you seen it?" "I have seen it, but you" "Then I don't have to watch it, Loken." "Eisenstein, you are their chapter leader, I just..." "You It’s my brother, my friend, so now that you’ve seen it, I don’t have to.”

Eisenstein stood aside and pressed Loken's shoulder. "You are still the commander, Loken. Now that you understand the situation, just do the next thing. I believe you."

"Eisenstein, I am not a son of Dorne, I am not even..." "You are my brother, our brother, and this is your home, and I would be happy to have you continue as my commander if you wish, Join me in leading the warband."

"I believe Bell and the others will do the same. You are not alone, Loken. We will all be by your side. You can rely on us."

Loken was silent for a moment. He touched the Eye of Terra on his chest and stared at the snow-white armor. "I don't want to replace it. I have to shoulder the mission it carries. Eisenstein, I'm sorry."

Eisenstein shook his head gently, "You don't need to change it, you are always the Luna Wolf, and this will never change, but I hope you can understand, Loken, you are not alone in this era. You still have friends and brothers.”

"I know, thank you, Eisenstein." "Brothers, there is no need to say thank you. Just put that panel away. You will need to follow that list for supplies later."

Loken smiled and held the panel in his palm. He let out a long sigh and glanced at the other Fist of Dorne. For a moment, a piece of white armor flashed in front of his eyes again, as well as Dutch. The Eye of Terra gem on Russ.

But suddenly, an alarm interrupted Loken's thoughts. The captain turned around from under the bridge where he and Eisenstein were. He raised his head and shouted upwards, "We have reached the solar system, Chapter Captain, the navigator saw Terra's glory."

"Send an identification signal to the Imperial fleet near Mandeville Point, inform them of who we are, and order all warships to shut down their weapons systems."

"As ordered, Chapter Commander, I will execute it now." The captain said and walked towards the Oracle Commander on the side. When he gave Eisenstein's order, Loken stood with Eisenstein above and looked at the reappearance. Under the starry sky, the closed window through the subspace outside the bridge window reopened, and the brilliance of the sun also shone into the bridge.

The Eternal Serenity jumped into the solar system. It jumped in from the Mandeville Point, and the entire Chapter fleet jumped into it at the same time. More than a dozen battleships jumped out from behind the portal at the same time. It was so magnificent. scene.

But compared with the golden planet in the distance of the battleship ahead, all this is not so magnificent. Loken and Eisenstein stood side by side and stared at Terra in the distance, where the Imperial Navy cruised around Mandeville Point. After the fleet, stand side by side with Mars and the Moon in the Milky Way.

"I don't know what the situation is like on Terra. If everything goes well with Olaf, all the remaining traitors in the outer reaches of the solar system will have been eliminated. I don't know what other tasks Lord Guilliman has waiting for us."

Loken spoke next to Eisenstein, but just as he finished speaking, news came from the captain below, "My lords, we received a message from Terra. It came directly from the radio signal. No need to The decryption is very clear.”

"What is it?"

"There is only one sentence, "The Marshal has returned""