The Ninth Legion, the Glory Queen-class battleship mothership.
In the confinement room on the ground floor, there were waves of terrifying screams coming from the long and narrow corridor. There was no one stationed or guarded along the way, and there was not even a light on in the corridor.
This is the room used to hold Astartes who are completely thirsty for blood. It can also be called a cage prison.
The heavy metal door was pushed open with a creak, and the only beam of light was reflected in the dark corridor. Then a huge figure walked out of the room, and the door slammed shut from the inside.
Immediately, the corridor once again fell into boundless darkness, leaving only the dull thump of footsteps, which could be heard far and clear.
"How is it going?"
First Company Commander Michel Laldoron hid at the corner of the corridor, blocking the figure coming out of the darkness.
"Company Commander, we can't wait any longer, we must inform the primarch."
Chief Apothecary of the Ninth Legion, Toronto Ulm, walked out of the corridor.
He held a double-edged power ax in his hand, which was still stained with some minced meat, and there were traces of black blood spatter on the red power armor.
"Chief Pharmacist: Toronto Ulm, I am well aware of the seriousness of this matter, but I must ensure the glory of the Ninth Legion."
First Company Commander Michel Laldoron had a serious tone, but it sounded more like he was stern and reserved. After speaking, he was about to leave.
He had received news that Sanguinius was about to return, and he needed to lead his team to the bridge to greet his Primarch, and Sanguinius would personally host the memorial ceremony.
"Company commander."
Toronto's tone became more solemn and he passed on the latest data.
This experiment on blood thirst is shocking.
Michel Lardoron hesitated, but continued to move forward firmly.
"First company commander, I suggest you take a look at the transmitted data now. We really can't wait any longer."
Toronto Ulm flicked his wrist to shake off the blood stains on the power ax, and inserted it into the slot on the back with his backhand.
If Michel Laldoren did not stop, he would be ready to rush over and intercept.
"Lord Sanguinius will be back soon, are you sure you want me to watch now?" Michelle stopped again.
"Yes, now."
Toronto Ulm affirms.
"At least wait until the memorial service is over before we discuss this matter."
Michel Lardoron's voice trembled slightly.
He couldn't let the brothers who died on the Baal moon leave with a stain on them. It wasn't their fault.
"I almost couldn't help but chop them down in the confinement room just now."
Toronto Ulm roared to vent his emotions. As the chief pharmacist, he never knew the importance of the memorial ceremony.
But he can wait, but the brothers who are thirsty for blood really can't wait.
The Ninth Legion, whether it is gossip and speculation from the outside or conflicts and conflicts from within, has reached its most acute moment.
"If we don't report this to the original master, I'm afraid our blood-thirsty brothers will no longer be able to leave as Imperial warriors."
Chief Pharmacist Toronto Ulm calmed down and personally used the equipment on the robotic arm to project the process of treating the blood-thirsty warrior.
The Astartes held in the confinement chamber were not fatal due to their pale skin and mouth full of fangs, but their obviously deformed cheeks almost made them lose their human shape.
The most terrible thing is that these warriors have basically lost all consciousness and turned into wild beasts that can only bite and eat all the creatures in front of them. Even if their names are called, there is no response.
If it weren't for the pharmacist chanting the prayer in their ears and getting a conditioned response, Toronto Ulm could even declare their death directly and conclude that what was left in front of them was just the body of a mutant. body.
"Do you think such a being can still be called an Astartes? Or can it be said that it is still a human being?"
Toronto Ulm leaned against the corridor wall, taking off his helmet and wiping the blood off it.
He is the chief pharmacist of the Ninth Legion and the person in the entire legion who best understands the horror of blood thirst.
Even First Company Commander Michel Lardoren did not know the real dangers of blood thirst. This kind of almost irreversible damage caused Toronto Ulm to search for solutions but could not solve it.
Now, even though the genes of these Astartes have not undergone any changes, the obvious alienation characteristics on their bodies have made their identities questionable.
Whether they are aliens or imperial warriors needs to be re-identified.
"Toronto Ulm, based on your status as the Chief Apothecary of the Ninth Legion, I would like to confirm with you again whether it is necessary to notify our Primarch, Sanguinius, immediately."
"Yes, I confirm."
When First Company Commander Michel Lardoron received a positive reply, he felt as if all his glory had been stripped away in an instant, and his mental state became visibly depressed.
The huge Ninth Legion had reached such a state under his leadership. Michel felt that he had failed the Empire, the Ninth Legion, His Highness Alexander and Lord Sanguinius.
"Then convey all the information you have obtained to Lord Sanguinius."
Michel Lardoron walked into the dark corridor lonely, every step he took was heavy and slow.
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Starship bridge.
The senior commanders of the Ninth Army spontaneously gathered towards the launch bay.
Pharmacists also received orders from Toronto Ulm to greet him.
Sanguinius has boarded the Thunderhawk gunship and is about to arrive at his Legion, escorted by the Guards of the Holy Blood.
"Company commander."
When the commanders saw Michelle, they stepped forward to say hello and spontaneously made way for him.
Michelle nodded slightly towards them as usual.
However, these keen commanders still noticed that today's first company commander seemed to be a little depressed.
Chief Pharmacist Toronto Ulm ran quickly towards the team of pharmacists through the passage, whispering in a low voice and not knowing what he was communicating with them.
Michel Lardoron walked alone through the crowd to the front of the bridge, and took off the badges symbolizing honor on his power armor one by one.
Then he knelt on one knee with a thump, lowered his head, and waited for the return of the Primarch Sanguinius, waiting for his final judgment.
Many commanders looked at each other, but for a moment, they all came to the back of First Company Commander Michel. Like him, they took off the honor badges on their armor and knelt on one knee.
In space, the red-painted Thunderhawk gunship passed through layers of energy shields and arrived at the starship launch bay under the gaze of everyone.
Sanguinius walked in front, clad in armor, holding the box containing the banner, followed by two squads of the Blood Guard.
"Father."
Michel Lardoren did not look up.
Hearing the footsteps gradually arriving in front of him, he silently closed his eyes and waited for accountability.
"Get up, I already know the situation in the legion."
Sanguinius responded calmly, but there was a trace of arc on his face because he couldn't control the excitement in his heart.
It seems that his best descendant, Michel Lardoron, finally knows to ask his genetic father for help.
Since his children have already called him father and recognized his identity, what else can Sanguinius blame them for.
