"You worry too much, Haco." Defes spoke calmly, holding his helmet in his arms and wiping it, "The new transfer order has been sent, and hundreds of battle brothers have been integrated into your camp. The original body has not Blame us."
"You can have a clear conscience without blaming?" Haco's nervous voice muffled in the helmet, filtered by steel and came into the air, "And the war blacksmith and trident added by the father of genes to the chain of command are both vacant seats. , doesn’t this mean that we have not satisfied the original body at all! Or maybe in his eyes, we are simply not as good as the local warriors who fought with him on this planet. Also, your yellow paint was not sprayed well, and the paint on the shoulder armor is not good at all. The vertical stripes have the wrong curvature at the bottom, Defes!”
A power armor with yellow and black stripes on its chest appeared with the noise of the collision of iron blocks and rhythmic footsteps. "Brothers, maybe we just haven't received enough military honors yet."
"Shut up." Haco said angrily, "You are the first person to talk to the father of genes."
"He was also the first person on the ship to hit the target thrown by the father of genes." Defes stopped wiping his helmet and glanced at his shoulder armor. Because his field of vision was blocked, he couldn't see the lower edge, so he had to quietly retreat. Half a step, hoping that the shadows cast by the other Astartes armor would cover up possible paint problems on the pauldrons - or the fault of Haco's nitpicking.
Nardole raised his hand to show that he understood, and silently re-entered the depths of the steel ocean where the battle brothers were standing in a row.
Haako continued: "In any case, we have confessed our sins to the Primarch. We expect him to punish us."
"Punishment? Are you looking forward to it?" A harsh voice came from above Haco, like a hammer hitting the hot, solid air, hitting Haco's heart hard. He felt hot all over and tried his best to control his desire to kneel down and repent.
Then a heavy, warm weight fell on Haco's head. The palm of the original body touched his helmet, which seemed to melt his whole body instantly, making him want to cry. He could not speak, fearing that his trembling voice might betray his primarch's touch.
The original body let go of Hako, and patted Defes's shoulder armor gently with his other hand. Another fourth legion soldier, who was stiff and had tears in his eyes, was immediately born.
This tall giant passed through the squares formed by the Fourth Legion, like molten iron pouring into a mold. Wherever he went, everyone immediately stood still and could not move.
The Primarch wore no armor, instead wearing iron-colored robes. When he stood step by step on the main stage of the grand theater he built with his own hands and turned towards his soldiers, the Fourth Legion saw a surprisingly young and majestic face.
His appearance is like a sharp rock that has not been born for a long time. His cold blue eyes have not been eroded by the wind and rain. His robes and muscles together form a solid and indestructible line like a mountain. The armor in the audience and even the breeze and dust are frightened by its harshness. But don't act rashly. Anyone who meets Perturabo can doubt that he is the epitome of steel and strength.
If any Astartes dared to dare to look directly at their genetic father, they would be aware of it in the platinum laurels that adorned his black hair, the appropriate golden patterns on his robes, and the smooth and beautiful shadows of the cloth. Obvious beauty. Even the most humble clothing became a true testament to the union of art and practicality on Perturabo.
Some ancient characters were engraved on the gold band on his hand, and after urgent collective study, the Fourth Legion knew that they were a recurring variant of one of the earliest human languages that had reached Olympia.
"My legion." Perturabo looked down at his legion, "My warriors made of steel. Today is my first official meeting with you. Starting from this moment, we will fight for humanity together. Gather under the banner of the Empire and re-incorporate the entire galaxy into the territory of the Empire of Man."
"Before coming here, I did not prepare any speech. This is because I believe that you do not need unnecessary encouragement. I believe that your will has been tempered for a long time and is as strong as steel. I also do not intend to make our first meeting lengthy. And inefficiency forces you to stand under the scorching sun and listen to the superiors on the stage talking. So I will keep my speech as short as possible."
"I never question your loyalty to humanity. As for your abilities, whether it is past glory or shame, I don't care in my eyes. What I want to see is the present and the future that I have seen with my own eyes. I will name you Steel Warriors, this is what I expect from you, and myself.”
"Do you accept it?"
"yes!"
As soon as the words fell, countless firm responses came out from tens of thousands of armors, passing through the sound transmission structure designed by Perturabo himself, echoing in the open-air theater, vibrating deep in the steel and tens of thousands of hearts present.
"Very good." Perturabo's tone remained unchanged, "I have sent the legion organization change document to you in advance through astrology, and I will reiterate it here today. The Iron Warriors will be reorganized into large battalions from largest to smallest. , battalion, heavy company, front company, centurion, independent squad and other levels, with regular armor, artillery, engineers, communication teams, and logistics support detachments proportioned to each other. There is also a core unit of the Tirantikos Commander as a separate unit. Heavy troops. Is that acceptable?”
"yes!"
"In the Iron Warriors, both honor and shame will belong to this united whole. Your honor is my honor, and your mistakes are my mistakes. The temporarily suspended War Blacksmith and Trident will be evaluated based on ability rather than ability. Not personal qualifications, strength, not personal honor. When I see any one of you who has the ability to completely design and shape the regional battle situation, and decide the battlefield like a blacksmith crafting his work, he will be my war blacksmith. Is it acceptable?"
"yes!"
"Very well. My children," said the young Primarch. "From now on, Olympia will be our common homeworld, just as I accepted Terra as my second home. I will introduce to you my Family, I hope you will respect mortals as you respect each other.”
A mortal woman who was much shorter than the original body walked from the backstage of the theater. Her elegant appearance was not different due to her body shape.
Kalifon took the loudspeaker and greeted the Space Marines, sounding neither arrogant nor timid. She looked at these warriors as she looked at the people of Perturabo: "I am Califon, the current tyrant of Lokos. From today on, the technology recovered from orbit and related local construction factories will be our responsibility. The orbital shipyard The construction project has been started and the Primarch's flagship is already in the design stage. Fight your battles, warriors. We will be your arsenal and everlasting back-up."
"Yes!" The Iron Warriors responded in unison.
"And I am a craftsman." A clear voice came from the black-robed man who appeared at an unknown time. No amplification equipment was needed. His voice blew into everyone's ears like a breeze. "Just get to know me. Normally you can just pretend I don't exist."
"Yes!" Although they did not fully understand, the warriors responded according to the will of the original body without hesitation.
This is not only about obeying orders, but also because the appearance of the man in black robe is too sudden: he does not hide his abnormality, and the steel warriors are not stupid people with weak observation skills.
This unknown black figure disappeared directly after introducing himself. Even his appearance was not revealed, but everyone firmly remembered this strange man. Presumably he will be the most discussed mysterious existence under the original body in recent days.
"Very good." Perturabo's tone became deeper, gradually taking on a formidable quality. "Next let's talk about punishment."
(End of chapter)
