Chapter 56 Legion Reunion Part 2 (Please Read On)

The steps of the Stormbird opened, and two battalions of Hades Terminators walked down the steps on both sides, stopped at the landing platform that had been prepared long ago, and then turned around facing each other, forming a ceremonial corridor connecting the people who were about to arrive.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

My eyes saw the golden interior of the Stormbird.

A figure stood there.

A second ago, there was nothing.

That figure, I was sure, must be the heir of the emperor, that perfect and glorious form of force, which could only belong to the Primarch.

My breath was stuck in my throat, and my heart was trembling.

With a ray of sunlight, the figure walked from the pearly white Stormbird to the steps and walked to the landing platform where Gastlin stood.

Gastlin saluted him.

She walked past the place where their last soldier stood.

That place was also the last deck of the landing platform, and she didn't say a word.

After that step, she was where we stood.

She walked towards the muddy and puddled road. We still didn't move, didn't say a word, I seemed to be suppressed by a force, and the storm of Pentalos, which never stopped, also stopped.

I waited, my brother waited, even the world itself waited.

The light of that person shrank a little.

Time seemed to be restored.

It was not Horus standing in front of us, and my heart stopped completely.

The great white wings spread out the powerful and glorious posture of Sanguinius, for the first time in front of us, and at the same time we saw her terrifying glory blooming for the first time, the ultimate beautiful existence.

The light that illuminates the darkness, illuminates the darkness in our hearts that cannot be filled.

That moment!

My two hearts beat again.

After that moment, everything was different.

The dawn, the sunrise, the archangel wrapped in golden glow looked at the army gathered in front of her.

Looking at these, the inhuman killers created with her genes, the ghouls covered with scars and blood clots, and the bloodthirsty with handsome skin.

When she saw us.

She must have seen the depth of our hunger, the madness that was surging under the current, and the dark curse in our hearts.

She came to us and held out her hand.

I could feel her gentle fingers wiping the blood from my face, and the tenderness, the tenderness from a mother.

It was not a false emotion obtained from mortal memories, but it really existed in front of me. This tenderness was more deadly than any knife wound. My knees were heavy, and I was ready to kneel in front of her and swear allegiance.

However, it didn't.

She didn't ask us to offer our loyalty.

"What is your name?" She looked into my eyes, with a pleading tone in her tone.

"Amit."

I answered, not knowing whether to add a title at the end.

"Thank you." She nodded gratefully, and then walked to another sergeant beside me and repeated the same question.

"Kasir," my company commander replied, and then added a dull modifier: "My lord"

"Thank you, and you?"

She walked to the third warrior, and she soon realized that there were nearly 30,000 descendants here, waiting for the soul to be saved.

So she waved, begging her children to ignore their class and come forward.

Tell her your name.

At first, some warriors in front spoke, their voices were dull and a little unnatural.

But soon, stimulated by adrenaline, the warriors behind began to respond with loud roars.

Some people were worried that their names were not noticed, so they repeated them in a louder voice.

This is really funny.

We are a group of killers who are feared by everyone.

But now they are like a group of children, playing a boring game and enjoying it.

The shouts came one after another, and in the end everyone responded with their loudest voice until their voices became hoarse, and the game stopped reluctantly.

Before this.

The way we looked at the Primarch, two very different emotions were mixed together, fear and expectation.

But now, there was only an almost fanatical expectation.

Why did she ask our names, and what did she plan to do with them?

She saluted us and pressed her fist to her heart. Finally, in our expectant eyes, He spoke.

"I know your names, and I know your former names.

You fought in the darkest battlefields of the galaxy, earning glory and fear. Both. You were given a difficult task, fulfilling it in the way you believed was best, only to find yourself treated with suspicion and injustice.

I will not say that your actions were wrong, nor will I blame those who feared you.

All this is in the past, and now is our chance to save ourselves from the brink of destruction. We are reunited and fight together as one bloodline. From this day on, you are no longer a broken legion."

Tears washed over the scars on my cheeks.

Incomparable joy spread in my chest. Our mother recognized us. Nothing could be more wonderful than this.

But her next words ignited a fire in my heart.

"No, I will not ask you to pledge your loyalty just because my blood flows in your veins.

On the contrary, I will pledge my loyalty to you.

I am Sanguinius, the Primarch of the IX Legion, the daughter of the Emperor.

I came here not to ask for your loyalty, but to learn from you and make progress with you.

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If possible, I will fight side by side with you, bathe in glory together, or die together in shame. "

She pulled out the red blade in her hand.

Kneeling on one knee on the muddy ground, the rain flowed along the ice-white wings.

No tongue and mouth can describe the scene at this time, and surprise made the disciplined Shadow Moon Wolves whisper.

Such a unique life form, such a humble behavior.

We have been apart for too long, we have fought in the dark for too long, and we have not trusted anyone for too long.

Although we have sacrificed too much for the Empire, now our own Primarch, our mother, is kneeling in front of us.

We are baptized by endless glory and frustration.

The scream of pain passed through Captain Kasir's helmet.

When I saw the angel so humble, I also groaned in pain.

I can't even stand still, like A punished child. The immense shame washed over my heart, I trembled, and felt sick to the point of wanting to vomit because of our barbaric behavior.

For the first time, I felt sick because of my uncontrollable bloodlust.

I seemed to know what I was.

I was not worthy of my mother's humility, loyalty, and dedication.

And in the eternal time to come, we will never be worthy.

Until the legion leader Osulan took us over, he also needed a little strength to stick to himself.

He stood in front of the Ninth Legion, facing the kneeling Archangel, we could see his trembling fingers, slowly placed on the Archangel's shoulders, and then facing her face:

"On behalf of all the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, we accept your loyalty and oath. The daughter of the Emperor, loved by all, get up, mother. Get up and lead us to war and victory. The descendants of your blood have been waiting for this moment for too long. "

The Archangel stood up.

At this moment, heavy rain fell from the heavens of Pentalos.

First, it hit the storm birds of the Moon Wolves, and then the water washed our armor.

From helmets to soles, muddy blood clots were washed away.

The angel raised her head, a drop of rain fell on her face, and a smile hung at the corner of her mouth.

She looked at us again.

Raising the Crimson Blade representing hope high, she spoke, her voice above the never-ending storm of Pentalos.

"Warriors of the Ninth Legion, children of rage and blood, I come from the depths of the desert through the stars to meet you. I come to take back the place you deserve in my father's Great Crusade.

Will you fight by my side?

Fight to realize my father's dream, which is also the unification and liberation of all mankind? "

There was no heart-wrenching roar, that is not our tradition.

Instead, each soldier of the Ninth Legion raised his melee weapon and stabbed it into the sky, like the ocean, ready for the tide of war, responding to the red blade of the sky.

I raised the battle axe in my hand, and my heart was flowing with the sweat of glory.

I broke the formation and rushed to Sanguinius, and the biggest of us carefully touched her wings with our fingers.

The Moon Wolves slapped their bolters to their chests to show recognition and respect.

Lightning flashed, and thunder symphony.

My tears slid down my face with rain.

In my happiest moment, I hugged Captain Kasir, I hugged him tightly, always cherishing him as my brother, and never challenging his authority again.

Because my legion is complete, my brother is complete.

-I am complete.