Chapter 589 Midnight Watch
The sun is about to rise. Yes, I know. Strictly speaking, there is no sunset in the universe, let alone sunrise. Those suns are always there. They never set, so how can they rise?
But from the perspective of the biological clock, it is indeed the time of sunrise. The entire battleship is about to wake up from its slumber. At this time, the first people on the ship to get up are the patrols. They are everywhere Check whether there is any damage at night, whether the personnel on duty in each department are in place, and the preparation status, etc.
If it is on the lower deck, the patrol team will be fully armed and loaded with guns and ammunition. Sometimes there will be Astartes following, or even a team composed entirely of Astartes.
But in the upper area, although this is where most disciplinary violations occur, there is no need for such a team. Most of the time, only an electric baton and an explosion shield can solve the problem, so there are very few Aspens. Tate, would deign to patrol a place like this.
But today was an exception. Eisenstein walked in the corridor here, observing and looking around with his eyes. He meticulously inspected everything he passed along the way, urging all lax departments to return to normal.
He might not have done this, but Eisenstein wanted to take a last few, perhaps last, good look at the warship he had served for many years before he left, and to look at the sailors he had seen countless times. , soldiers and technicians, many of whom Eisenstein never knew their names.
But today, he asked everyone one by one. People are like this. Only when they are about to leave and lose something, will they know how to cherish and discover many places that they have never discovered.
As Eisenstein walked alone, he seemed to be able to feel the breathing and movement of this battleship. It was waking up. The vigorous power and operating mechanical structure echoed overhead, and the buzz of the rail train shuttled on the other side of the wall. In the midst of all this rhythm, discipline and meticulousness, there is a discordant sound.
Eisenstein's specialized hearing and keen intuition for any violation of regulations allowed him to instantly capture the discordant sound. To be precise, it was a noise, singing? Perhaps that's more accurate, as it's melodic and mixed with a lot of crudeness and obscenity in the lyrics.
Eisenstein did not understand literature, but he was sure where the song came from, and he could understand the direction of the accent. The voice came from a very cold place.
He followed the song and gradually understood the content of the lyrics along the way. It roughly meant the story of a certain sailor sailing on the endless ice sea and encountering a female siren. In the second half of the song, He described in detail how he defeated the Siren, not with an iron sword, but with a man's sword.
"He thrust his sword into the hole, and the banshee screamed! The sailor yelled, get up, and the banshee escaped!" The voice shouted loudly. Eisenstein walked into the bar and soon he saw When it came to him, he was not surprised at all. The person singing this dirty ballad that was suspiciously like Slaanesh was none other than the famous Young Wolf Lord, Ragnar Rathbrok.
"Hey, Eisenstein, are you here too? Are you attracted by my beautiful voice?" Ragnar greeted him with a smile. He sat at a wine table with all the people who designed for the Astartes, or were created by Like the daily necessities designed by Astartes himself, as well as the furniture, the tables and chairs were giant beasts compared to mortals.
Two Astartes were sitting at the table. Ragnar, needless to say, was raising his glass to greet Eisenstein and drinking heavily. Opposite him, Lancelot was also here, his He was wet with some alcohol, and the pungent aroma of strong liquor wafted from his long blond hair.
"What are you doing here? If I remember correctly, the bar is not open at all right now." "Because we didn't leave last night, we stayed here all night." "It sounds like you are very proud of this, right? ? Do you know what you are doing? You are officers, officers of the Astartes, and not only officers, but also chapter leaders. You should lead by example, not by violating discipline." "Okay, Eisenstein. , you are always so boring, it’s only dawn now, you still have a lot of time to teach us a lesson.”
Ragnar arrived and served a glass of wine. He put the glass on the table and invited Eisenstein to sit down. "Come on, have a drink. Don't be so stern. We are not going to rush into hell, and it's not like we have nothing." Rushed through, more than once, right, Lancelot."
"I think so. We have indeed been to hell several times, I dare say, more than most people." "Isn't this true? We haven't gone crazy yet, and we haven't become as ugly or trashy as the devil, Nvhai No demon is willing to go to bed with you, so let's have a drink." "That's enough, Ragna." "Come and have a drink. You'll have plenty of time to tell us what to do."
Ragnar handed the wine glass to Eisenstein, who took it and looked at the wine in the glass, "I'm just afraid that I don't have that much time."
"Then we must seize the time and have fun with the brothers. Come on, sit down." Ragnar squeezed inward and made way for Eisenstein to sit down. He didn't know why he sat down. , but he still sat next to Ragnar and held cups with the two of them.
"Now that I've sat down, can you tell me why you stayed here all night?" "We have a tradition that after the battle is over and no one is dead, we have a drink together. "What if you die?" "Then one person drinks and the other person does not toast."
The three of them held glasses, and then they all started drinking. Ragnar naturally drank quite generously, and the drink quickly ran out. He could only pour himself another glass, but Eisenstein restrained himself a lot and only took a small sip. That's all, this did not escape Ragnar's unique vision in this regard.
"Hey, you are so boring. Life is short, why bother?" "We are Astartes, and our life is not short." "But we may die in the next second. There are never Astartes. , we will die of old age, we will only die on the battlefield, so our lives may not be long. "
This is indeed true. No Space Marine dies of old age in a hospital bed. The word "end of life" does not belong to Space Marines. Their lives belong to the Emperor and are his currency, but currency will be spent one day.
"Speaking of which, have you ever thought about how you will die?" Ragnar asked suddenly. Lancelot drank wine and made a strange expression. "Why are you asking this suddenly? I thought we wouldn't talk when we drank. This kind of question. "What? It's unlucky, but I think it's very auspicious."
Ragnar poured himself another glass and drank it naturally. He smiled with wine on his beard, "We Fenrisians all long for a glorious death in battle, so that the gate of Valhalla can be opened." Open it for us, that is the real home, the home of warriors, where we will toast and drink with our ancestors. Every day, Quanfu will choose three warriors to practice martial arts with him, and at night, no matter how injured they are , they will all return to their original state, and ride back to the palace of Valhalla to have a drink together.”
"Can you imagine? Sitting next to the whole father, drinking and carousing with him, and coming out with him at the moment of Ragnarok, each of the six hundred gates in Valhalla will have Eight hundred soldiers walked out together."
Ragnar said, his eyes shining. He really longed for that moment. Lancelot drank the wine and shrugged, "It's a pity that there is no Hall of Valor in our culture, so I don't know what happens after death." What the world is like, but we have been taught responsibility and dying for the Emperor is our birthright."
"So I said, you Dark Angels are all a bunch of boring guys. You have no expectations and no future. What's the point of fighting?" "We have glory, and that's enough. Being able to serve as the emperor's knights is The highest honor. "Wow! What about you, Imperial Fist? Are you expected to have an afterlife?"
Eisenstein was silent for a moment. He drank wine, sip after sip, as if he was drinking for others. "When an Imperial Fist dies, his soul will return to the throne, where he will wear the A battle armor made of gold, where he will reunite with all his dead brothers before the throne. He will stand with them in front of the throne, under the eyes of the Emperor, until the final battle comes and the Emperor opens the Webway. Through the gate, they will move towards the final battle with the emperor."
As Eisenstein spoke, he scattered the unfinished wine on the ground. Ragnar and Lancelot looked at each other. They were both silent for a moment, and then also scattered their own drinks on the ground.
"I wish you the best golden armor." Ragnar said, raising his glass to toast. Just as he was about to drink the drink, the alarm sounded inside the helmet on the table. Ragnar stood He stood up and raised his glass to the two brothers, who also stood up, "I wish everyone can find their own way."
The three people stood at the wine table, holding glasses for each other. The huge wine glasses collided with each other, and the wine spilled out. The three drank the wine and smashed the glasses on the table. They picked up their helmets, Eisenstein held his helmet at the door. He looked back and saw the drinks on the ground, which disappeared into the smooth ground. Eisenstein nodded and put on the golden battle helmet. He was wearing, Golden armor.