Chapter 55 Legion Reunion (Part 1) (Please Read On)

Taga Pentalos.

A world forever wrapped in harsh climate, and also a world that is home to poor degenerate mutants.

They refused the request to peacefully surrender to the Empire, so they will be purged. The entire Astartes Legion gathered, ready to immerse their hateful kingdom in the blood of mutants.

"Amit, why are we here!"

Captain Kashil's voice woke me up from my fantasy of killing.

I turned around and saw Kashil grinning at me like a caged cat. Anger and the desire for killing distorted his perfect facial features like a work of art, and the entire Thunderhawk gunship was shrouded in the gushing smell of blood.

We were mobilized to this planet from the battlefield by the legion commander Osulan, leaving the slaughterhouse that was just a stone's throw away.

We thought we would usher in a more brutal war.

But it didn't.

Hundreds of companies from the Ninth Legion boarded various landing vehicles, passed through the endless storms on the planet Pentalos, and landed on a vast plain.

"This assembly is simply a waste of time!"

Kashier's voice sounded again, with pure and cold anger.

He walked around the cabin of the Thunderhawk gunship anxiously, and the heavy wheezing sound continued to come from the breathing grid.

Before leaving Nisander, he had torn open the door of the last fortress. He should have slaughtered the enemy's military base, piled up a cruel mountain with fragmented corpses, and let the blood gather into a river on the ground.

But because of the damn order of the legion commander.

All of this is gone. The soldiers of the entire legion were assembled here, and we did not see any trace of the enemy.

"Go back to your seat and shut your stinky mouth!" I couldn't stand Kashier's endless roar, and I scolded him mercilessly. I am the champion of the Fifth Company, the beast among beasts. I have killed no less than two dozen Astartes warriors. Only I can calm these damn beasts.

Cahill glared at me fiercely, but he restrained his anxiety.

He returned to his seat, took off his helmet, ignored the violent shaking and vibration of the vehicle, and rubbed the sharp chainsaw sword over and over again.

I know he is fantasizing about how to cut my body in the duel cage with this long sword, but such a fantasy can only stay in his mind and will never become a reality. Because I am born stronger than others, I have fought hundreds of battles in the duel cage and have never lost.

"We have escaped the storm!"

The driver's voice came from the rustling broadcast, "There are three minutes before landing."

Through the open hatch, I can already see that many brothers have gathered on the plain with sparse weeds below. They are also confused, talking to each other, or complaining to each other.

I can't help but have many doubts in my heart.

Last time.

When was the last time so many brothers of the Ninth Legion gathered together?

I can't remember it at all.

We have been scattered for too long and betrayed our glory for too long.

While the warriors of other legions were celebrating their victory, we fought on the cruelest and darkest battlefields in the entire galaxy.

In the darkness where the warriors of other legions could never survive, we were silent and repelled the enemy's attacks wave after wave without any support.

What other legions can do, we can do as well.

And what we can do.

No other legion can do it.

We are ghouls.

We are bloodthirsty.

We are ghosts on the battlefield, but we also have our own pride.

We don't need to maintain brotherhood, nor do we need grand ceremonies, or even glory.

I am a space marine of the Ninth Legion, a beast with an angel's face.

I only need to slaughter and tear the enemy into pieces.

Unlike the warriors of other legions who try to build a glorious empire, we will only build bloody morgues one after another in the cold galaxy.

We are ghosts, destroying any area that blocks the Imperial expedition.

We are terrors, released by the Emperor into the sea of ​​stars, opening up a path stained with blood.

There is an unfillable darkness in our hearts, no redemption, and no need for redemption. The unfillable darkness will only push us to the brink of destruction, and then usher in the most cruel death.

I have never complained about my situation, nor do I care about the painful ending.

My duty is not appreciated, but we are pleased to perform it, as long as blood is needed, we will satisfy it.

Thunder tore through the dark clouds.

At the same time, the thunder was as loud as artillery fire in the distance.

The rainstorm paused for a moment, and the restless Ninth Legion on the muddy plain gathered, waiting for the request of the legion commander. There were no humans on the spot, because this was the business of the Astartes.

The Lord of the Legion, Osulan, stood in front of the legion.

A powerful figure, a graceful barbarian.

Our bloodthirsty nature seemed to pause briefly as the rain stopped. The ghouls were waiting, the storm was waiting, the light of the stars was waiting, and even the whole world was waiting.

A few moments that felt like eternity.

The entire IXth Legion of Space Marines are gathered here, every company, every soldier, all military forces are deployed here, what do we need to wait for, and who do we need to wait for?

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Then I heard a sound.

It was the roar of more storm birds entering the atmosphere.

Hearing this sound, my teeth and hair stood up together, and I couldn't explain the nausea. My second heart jumped up suddenly, my breathing was tight, sweat flowed from my forehead, and my muscles expanded under the armor.

I don't know what's going on.

I have never felt such a chaotic emotion.

I took off my helmet and breathed in the air with rain. I smelled the blood of the Astartes. I saw that Captain Kasir had bitten his lip and blood was flowing down his chin.

When the storm bird approached, this feeling became stronger.

That was not our ship.

The storm bird was pearly white and carried the emblem of the 16th Legion. It was the vehicle of the Shadow Moon Wolves.

"We weren't notified of such a thing!"

Kasir gritted his teeth, and several other captains also uttered the same harsh words.

Then several senior commanders of the legion shouted explosive questions to the legion master, but Osuran did not answer, just stood there in silence.

The restless legion slowly calmed down.

We returned to the disciplined appearance, and then waited together like sculptures.

Watching the vehicles landing in perfect formation one after another, the storm birds opened, in less than a minute, the soldiers of the 16th Legion walked out of the steps, the capped helmets blocked their faces, the ritually polished and war-baptized grenade guns were held in front of their chests, the solemn and deadly image, the power armor reflected the light of lightning.

The last storm bird was full of Cosonia-style war oaths.

To our eyes, the storm bird seemed to be wrapped in a hazy and sacred light.

I was looking forward to what happened next, my jaw clenched my teeth tightly, and my teeth seemed to be cracked.

"Is it Horus Lupercal?"

Kahil asked us in a low voice, his voice no longer had the previous anxiety and pure anger.

He was shaking like a child who had done something wrong, with a kind of uneasiness and anxiety from the bottom of his heart, and the expectation of being rejected.