Chapter 254 The Eagle Lands, the Falcon Rises

They are my strongest warriors, who devote themselves to me wholeheartedly.

Like sculptures, I molded them; in the flames of war, I tempered them a hundred times.

My warriors have hearts of iron and bodies of steel;

They wear the strongest armor and hold the sharpest spears;

They are not invaded by diseases, nor disturbed by demons and monsters;

They have learned tactics in hundreds of battles, and with divine weapons by their side, they are invincible.

They are the guardians of Holy Terra,

They are the defenders of mankind,

In the name of the Space Marines, you should be fearless!

——The Supreme First Emperor of Mankind

Half a month after the Destruction Eagle joined Skadi, there was still a state of not obeying orders or announcements. The Space Marines were not under the command of the Imperial Guard. Even the Sun Lord could not mobilize those supermen without personal favors. This was not the restraint of the Astartes Codex nor the deliberate actions of the Empire, but also the innate pride of the Astartes warriors.

Alanbair saw that the Fourth Captain was born arrogant, just like a wild horse, but such a person would be extremely loyal if he was determined. On the contrary, he did not trust those who joined Skadi unconditionally.

Without the test of war, there was no common interest. If he asked to be under his command, then Alanbair would be very eager to investigate the situation!

Therefore, he returned to the meeting room and began to communicate with other departments. In fact, Alanbair had no control over the Destruction Eagle, except for the sergeant and his subordinates who had a very good relationship with him.

But he did not like to oppress their subordinates, but he needed to make them realize the pros and cons of cooperating with Skadi. For him, it might be a little tricky, but it would also make him deeply involved in the imperial vanity fair. Alanbair would have a headache about how to deal with those arrogant Space Marines, and fall asleep late at night.

At the same time, the Destruction Eagles were still gathering, exchanging, feasting, and constantly entering Skadi. They had become the sharpest blade in that world, but not the Lord. Just as the Destruction Eagle said in the lieutenant, the Emperor's super warriors would not be enslaved by mortals. They were willing not to call the Lord of Skadi mortals, which was the greatest mercy.

The boy Leitlin prepared a lot of wine and food for them. At the long table where a hundred people gathered, there were many brothers who thought that Skadi's idea was very good and felt that they could stay there.

The fourth captain looked at the brothers who had left less than half of the table of a hundred people due to the continuous wars at the end of the millennium, and realized the kindness of the Lord of Skadi.

"Brothers, they will live here in the future, protect that world, and the many lives there, in the east of the Emperor's light."

He spoke to comfort the fighting brothers who came to the new environment, but they were not necessarily unhappy. Such a comfortable place and food, those who were born in the wild world had never enjoyed it.

The Space Marines are not obsessed with desires. They are born swords, always seeking to be sharper than any material in this world and full of destructiveness.

They are satisfied with the momentary experience and will not forget their honor. Those warriors are born wild horses, difficult to tame. In addition to responsibility and the war group, they can't be driven by food and materials, status and power.

The Destroyer Eagles are satisfied with such feelings. They don't need the rule of mortals. They fly high in the sky, ambush the enemies of the empire, and death will fall from the sky. They will never stop. They are not falcons and will not listen to anyone's command.

That kind of arrogance and prejudice makes them still have a little rejection even if they are wrong to the organizer or the chef of that wonderful banquet, but some people think that food and nests are baits, and those Space Marines flying in the sky will soon be the Lord of Skadi to exert their power in the galaxy.

The orderly warriors took care of themselves, and the mortal servants cleaned up the food scraps. With a slight fatigue, the fourth captain returned to his new room. He did not want to sleep, but he was doing the most important thing.

He was planning a new recruit recruitment route for Skadi according to the strict and harsh new recruit selection method of the Destruction Eagle. The pharmacist had already indicated that gene seeds could be stored and cultivated there, and there were also stagnant positions to meet various special needs. The harsh natural environment there could also meet the needs of new recruit selection.

"Is it really a Feng Shui treasure land there..." He muttered to himself, but suddenly noticed a message on his personal data tablet.

He consciously opened the documents. Generally speaking, the official documents of the empire were distributed on brown paper. The data there were obviously not official statements and were not secrets.

His thick fingers gently brushed across, but the expression in front of him made the big man frown. Soon, there was a word that made him dissatisfied, but soon he realized that he could do nothing about it.

In front of the Forge World and Qiusai World, which have close relations with Skadi, Minatilia called. Normally, the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Space Marines is not too bad. The Destroyer Eagle has a long-term agreement with the Forge World in its own star zone. Now they speak to those people with sincerity, but they cannot answer their words...

The reason why the old soldier is so painful is very complicated. If it is just weapons, they can rely on technical sergeants to forge. If it is not a Space Marine leg technique, they can ask the pharmacist to do the leg technique. However, the only thing that can continue the lifeblood of the Space Marines is the modified organs that need to be cultivated with the consent of the Gene Sage.

When a new set of Space Marine organs is cast, a fertilized egg modified by the gene seed will be implanted in the body of a human slave for testing.

The slave who came from the east spent her whole life in a static experimental capsule, motionless, as a culture medium, and two sets of pre-genomes would be generated outside her body during the long months.

When the two sets of pre-genomes were fully developed, they were extracted from the original slave body and implanted into the other two test slave bodies to generate four pre-genomes.

By analogy, it takes 55 years of reproduction to create a healthy set of organs for making space warriors.

Those works must be formally approved and carried out by the biological sages in the Mechanicus, and then approved and actually used by the warband leader. Therefore, the lifeblood of the space warriors is actually in the legs of the Mechanicus. When a warband is supervised by the sages and approved to use organs, they can continue to replenish their personnel.

The ruthless rejection of the forging world in the local star zone made the old soldier feel as if he was attacked by the tyrant of the Behemoth swarm. His head was buzzing, and the low mood was delayed, making him look uncomfortable.

At the same time, another piece of brown paper brought by a long-distance ship was brought by a timid mortal servant. In the face of the rejection of the governor of the Panlan Forge World, the only two Forge Worlds with a civilization level of 15 or above in that star zone and the nearby star zones closed the door to the Space Marines...

Instantly, a huge force crushed and shattered the poor terminal. The fourth captain covered his cheeks weakly and pondered for a long time. He didn't understand why the Mechanicus refused. He wrote a star message overnight, begging them for a reply. The fatigue brought by the sudden bad news made him close his eyes. For Space Marines, they don't need to sleep for so long, but that time he woke up slowly at noon the next day.

However, things did not get better because of his attitude. Even if he tried his best to please the sages of the Forge World, they still refused to provide genetic surgery and production organs for the Space Marines in that star zone. When he proposed that the Destroyer Eagles could protect our world, they replied that the Lord of Skadi did a better job...

Those Mechanicus worlds had experienced the difficulties brought by the Red Pirates. The entire star zone had suffered from the Space Marines for too long, distrusting and fearing them. On the contrary, the people who saved them were the Imperial Guards, not the supermen who were always absent.

Such historical issues created the reason why the Destroyer Eagles were not recognized. In contrast, Minatilia was willing to provide them with weapons because of the Master Chief's past activities, but the help of the genetic sages was invaluable and could only be mobilized by close strategic partners.

And it was not easy for them to leave that star zone. The cruiser stayed at the satellite of Skadi for repairs. Most of the equipment and personnel also entered the fortress monastery outside the castle. The brothers were also used to spending the month in the cold weather of Skadi. Every migration was due to the irresponsibility of the chapter holy relics and brothers. Such a situation put the captain in a dilemma.

Leaving would not mean death. He could even kowtow to those forging governors at this moment, but he could not leave his position. The mental torture mainly came from his sense of responsibility. Although he was arrogant to mortals, he was very responsible for his brothers.

That feeling continued to torture his heart in the next month, until he saw his fighting brothers living and working in Skadi, and he would think of the fortress that was dwindling because there were no space warriors' organs.

When he stepped into the hall again, most of his fighting brothers who saw him at this moment would be surprised at his extremely poor condition. His body was no longer as strong as before, as if fatigue and pain filled his exterior. When the haggard warrior met the Sergeant in the hall, the hero who destroyed the Eagle asked his superior in surprise.

"Oh my God, brother, what's wrong with me?" He put his legs down to supervise the expansion of the brothers' mission in Skadi, and worriedly watched the once high-spirited warrior become like this.

The warrior had become muscular and mentally weakened. Although the strong foundation of the Space Marines made him still healthy, it was difficult to say that he had no psychological problems. Although the company commander's voice was still loud, his answer was absent-minded.

"Brother, they are in trouble. They don't deny the enemy, they don't deny the enemy of the Empire, but they don't trust. They can't integrate into that star zone. The Red Pirates have a bad record. Except for Skadi, other places are hostile to them."

"Some people confuse the Imperial Angels with the Imperial Enemies. They think they...will become Chaos running dogs anytime and anywhere!"

The Sergeant's brave face changed briefly. "He doesn't have that feeling. During the time he was fighting, most people were very friendly to him and had no hostility."

"That's impossible. The troubles brought by the Great Whirlpool made Pangia very hostile to them. The same is true for other sectors, as if it is the backbone of the entire area, and they..." He was a little rambling, analyzing the situation, and then the sergeant suddenly spoke.

"There is a difference, sir, then he is the hero of that sector, the hero of the Imperial Guard, the Lord of Skadi." The sergeant spoke.

"He is the spiritual leader of that sector, and I don't deny the power of the Skadi Corps. They are outsiders stationed there, but not the troops of that sector. The judgment point is whether they will be sent by the Lord of Skadi." He suddenly said that.

"He experienced that kind of unified power when he was in the expeditionary force. The Mechanicus, the Imperial Guard, and the citizens of the Empire in that sector are all looking forward to heroes saving them. The person who is launching the expedition now is the Lord of Skadi. In that sector, he is the will of the Emperor." After the sergeant finished speaking, the captain showed an incredible expression.

"You mean he must obey the regional power? Obey the powerful power?"

The sergeant said. "No, he is not power-hungry. He resigned from the position of Sun Lord. He has made outstanding military achievements. He came to Terra and can now command the entire empire. But he knows that the empire is beautiful on the outside, but the outside is rotten. Only by keeping the empire alive outside the Great Wall can human civilization continue."

"How can I be sure? That world is hopeless. He doesn't know who can give him hope." The captain fell into depression, because of the hopeless depression of that rotten world.

"He told him... the Primarch will return in the future, which is more appropriate than any prophecy. He is very special. He has a 90% feeling that the great Primarch will wake up, and his father will wake up." After the sergeant finished speaking, the captain suddenly froze.

"Father... then, Coco... yes, Coco, yes!" He hurriedly walked around the hall for a few laps, and the previous fatigue was swept away. He called the mortal servants. He had already figured it out. It was not necessarily a shame to obey the mortal troops. Even if the Destroyer Eagle fell to the ground, he had to wait. If that day really existed, he must go to Terra to worship.

He took the kraft paper and wrote beautiful words on it with a feather pen. Such a decision was to some extent against the Astartes Codex. However, since most of the warbands regarded the codex as garbage, he did not care to announce it.

The strange star language soon spread in that star region, that is, the proud Space Marines warband would obey his personal orders every time the Lord of Skadi existed in the real universe, but they would not obey unconditionally, and the specific situation would be determined by the commander. However, that order was strange enough.

Space Marines serving mortals almost confirmed the concept that Lord Elanbar was chosen by the Emperor. In that star region, the news was forwarded by most worlds and even spread over tens of millions of light years before it stopped.

Such a miracle was not caused by oppression. What really made the Space Marines change their minds was hope. It was hope that made them die-hard and never chase death again, like the Master Chief, who landed like an eagle but was still sharp.