[The 47th Star Language Contact. 】
[Forging world Anvis initiates an expedition commission: An alien empire called the 'Brotherhood of Destruction' is active in the Gortango sector. 】
[Known information: The main enemy forces of this alien empire are cyborgs and Orc mercenaries. 】
[Commissioned World: Dark Forge World Salem. 】
[Commissioning organization: Mechanical Paganism]
[Client: Redjak, founder of Mechanical Paganism]
[The history of this forging world can be traced back to the 27th millennium. It is suspected that it contains precious STCs and holy relics of the Age of Strife. We hereby apply to Terra for the cooperation of the expeditionary force. 】
[Praise to Omnisiah. 】
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On this day, most of the Warhounds met their Primarch for the first time.
"There is a star realm waiting for us to conquer together, my children."
"Stellar Wasteland - Golgotan Sector. I believe you are aware of the danger and harshness of that maelstrom. Dying stars and filthy worlds fill every corner, but there are also things my father assigned us there. glory."
Along with the warm-up roar of the subspace engine, the lavender curtain of the Sea of Souls was gradually lifted. The gentle words echoed on the deck of the Resolute Resolve, on which the orderly and majestic Legions of Astartes were standing.
"I am familiar with every battle of yours, and I am familiar with each of your names. War dogs, you are all the excellent warriors I dream of...you are also the sharpest spear tip of our empire."
The mother of war dogs standing at the head of the bridge is looking at her offspring, her golden pupils reflecting the fiery gaze of each war dog.
"My father once told me about your bravery and fearlessness on the battlefield, and he gave you the title of 'War Dogs' - I think it is well-deserved for its meaning."
"In the days before I return, you will be one of the sharpest swords in the empire."
"You may have little contact with other legions due to your temper, but your sacrifices on the battlefield are occasionally not mentioned..."
Recalling the blood-red casualty report, Elaine's words vaguely revealed distress and regret, just as every mother would feel distressed for her son who worked too hard, but she was also extremely proud.
"You make me proud at all times...my brave dogs of war, my strong children."
"When I returned, you brought me even more glory and pride. I saw the gifts you prepared for me from across the galaxy."
At this moment, every war dog was touched by Elaine's increasingly gentle voice, and the connection originating from blood was stimulating the enthusiasm in the hearts of these Astartes.
As the Primarch of the war dogs, Elaine can also clearly feel the cheers from her bloodline. Her descendants are rejoicing at the return of their mother, and her brave warriors are excited at the appearance of the general.
"Now...it's up to me to bring you glory. This time, there is no need to be brave or forbearing - you have me, your mother, by your side."
Suddenly, indescribable emotions filled every war dog's heart.
They thought of Sanguinius who saved the Ninth Legion, and they also thought of the kindness of Vulkan of the Eighteenth Legion... The war dogs seemed to know how the wandering souls as cruel as themselves were killed by the Saint. Redeemed by the Blood Angels.
Nowadays, just hearing the gentle voice of the Mother of War Dogs, the violent temper suppressed by these former violent and irritable Astartes under the strict military discipline in daily life gradually disappears.
Even as the Astartes Legion specializes in shock troops, these war dogs are usually deployed as shock troops for other main legions of the Great Crusade before being called upon. They were scattered on battlefields across the galaxy, and even though they were proud war dogs... they never had a family like other legions.
Moreover, each War Hound had met the leader of the other Legions and the sole and unchanging core of the Legion Astartes, the Primarch.
Once upon a time, at the beginning of the Great Crusade, they had already envied the Moon Wolves who continued to gain glory for mankind under the leadership of the Wolf God...
Now, almost a hundred years have passed. Their genetic mother, the undisputed leader of the Warhounds, and one of the greatest descendants of the Emperor of Mankind, has now returned to them, and treats them like a true mother to the Astartes who are connected by blood...
The extra rich emotions of the Space Marines have long been invested in loyalty, and now, loyalty has been rewarded and accepted by the Mother of Genes.
Even the Astartes, who had to look up in front of the Primarch's tall figure and look at Elaine's resolute and kind face, could not help but recall their distant and hazy memories - those origins. Precious memories from when they were still in their mother's infancy.
"I know that you are used to getting comfort from glory in battle...I also know that casualties in war are inevitable, but for a mother...it is the greatest honor for each of her children to be alive. .”
"So, I will not ask you to change your fighting style for me... Your skillful tactics like sharp knives are also part of what I am proud of, but... the configuration of the legion will focus on the selection and rationing of pharmacists in the future. I hope that your pain and sacrifice are within the allowable limits... and minimized."
"This is both my personal request and my father's arrangement for the Legion."
"Loyalty is precious, so please keep at least a portion of it in your own lives."
The gilded eyes of the Mother of Hounds flickered like burning flames. She knew what her children, who were full of fierce fighting spirit, longed for. Her war dogs longed for the same as the legions of her brothers. These Ah The Stats are constantly seeking to prove their loyalty and honor during the Great Crusade.
The war dogs were stunned. Even though they remained silent throughout, they were all stunned by the Primarch's words.
Yes, the war dogs who have been fighting alone in the galaxy for a long time have long been accustomed to loneliness. Whether their bloodthirsty and ferocious fighting style is rejected by other legions, whether their sacrifices are not remembered...these are loyal to the empire. The war dogs have long been accustomed to enduring pain and licking their wounds. No one has ever comforted them so much.
However, they never expected to be comforted. No one except the Primarch and the Emperor was qualified to comfort these silent warriors. Their resolute souls never allow themselves to relax for even a moment. In hundreds of years of bloody war, the solid psychic ships of these Astartes have never docked at any harbor, even though their superhuman bodies as angels of death never feel tired.
Even Elaine knows how strong and powerful the superhuman warriors her father created are, but one thing she knows better is that these superhuman warriors were once just ordinary mortals. She knew that they would feel tired at some point, just like there was a precious and tiny cowardice hidden in her heart that had not yet lost all humanity.
Even as a Primarch, she is always aware of her cowardly past.
“I was born in the mountains, and in Nuceria, my homeland where I grew up—my people worshiped the mountains, and they worshiped me.”
"They call me child of the mountains...that's part of my name."
As if recalling something long ago, Elaine's expression became more distant. Because of her psychic talent, she can clearly perceive the emotions of others. This unique talent also allows the Mother of War Dogs to empathize with her descendants from beginning to end. It is also because she knows that these angel children have a vague desire. With a sense of relief, her tone became more gentle and kind.
"So...I want you to inherit this part of my name, my children."
"Be my [sons of the mountains], my loyal and excellent war dogs."
Hundreds of companies of Astartes knelt in unison and without thought in a show of fealty to their Primarch. No one hesitated or acted uncoordinated.
The Sons of the Mountains felt a blazing heat coming from their own hearts and the hearts of countless other battle brothers.
They remained silent from beginning to end, but seemed to have poured out all their feelings.
Their minds seemed to be able to sense each other unconsciously, and outside of the thousands of suggested hearts that had already been wrapped in warmth, there was what linked them together...
A more fiery and majestic existence.
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