Nivarus woke up, but there was no fighting at the moment.
He had learned many things during his long service, one of which was to control his anger and only explode when needed.
It wasn't needed at the moment, so he controlled his anger.
He analyzes, scans, and judges.
After a few seconds, his judgment was as follows——
He was in his own iron coffin, and his iron coffin was waiting for transportation. Perhaps what woke him up was just the irregular operation that occurred during the transportation process.
There was no fighting at the moment, which disappointed him.
He used the techniques he had learned to control his disappointment and control his anger.
Beyond that, he realized he needed to get his anxiety under control.
Anxiety was similar to fear, and fear was a weapon he had wielded in the past but now firmly rejected.
Therefore, he is more anxious.
Nivarus was a soldier of the Eighth Legion and a company commander.
In the decades from when he was genetically modified to when he died in battle, he was fearless, not at all.
No matter what he faced, not even ultimate death itself, he never felt fear.
When he first spoke to the Tech-Priests after his death, they told him that things would change from now on - his remains were no longer viable, too much organic tissue had been vaporized, and he would no longer have the possessions a normal human would have. That kind of life.
However, due to his courage and dedication, as well as his suitable constitution, he will be granted the honor of having his remains form the organic core of a half-mechanical, half-biological being.
He will become a Dreadnought.
As a human being, Nivarus once thought that the Dreadnought was a prison.
Only those unlucky ones will be pulled back from the brink of death and placed into unrivaled war machines.
But as a son of the Eighth Legion, this kind of thing is not in line with their style and thinking. More often than not, they would rather die freely. Most of the Eighth Legion's fearless characters are punitive and coercive.
Dreadnoughts are an important component of the Legion's combat capabilities, and they also suffer battle damage, so new ones will be built when iron coffins are available and suitable candidates appear on the battlefield.
Nivarus did not wish to become Dauntless, but this was the Primarch's decision and he could not go against it.
So, he is forever trapped in a box.
When he first went through the transformation, the Tech-Priest told him that he still needed to make some adjustments.
The first is mental adjustment.
Every Dreadnought, even the oldest ones, was once a novice, and they needed to change their past behavior as a healthy human being.
Second, the Tech-Priest said he would lose many of the things that come naturally to the physical body, such as sleep.
Dauntless will only sleep when entering stasis, and he will experience - or he will not experience, long periods of dormancy, as they will ensure that he sleeps through most of his life, and only when he needs to go to war, they will wake him up.
The Tech-Priest says this is to ease the pain.
All Dreadnoughts, once implanted in an iron coffin, will feel more or less constant pain.
The miserable remains were wrapped in a semi-mechanical, semi-organic mesh, connected to a conductive fiber system, and sealed in an armored iron coffin.
The analgesic methods that Wuwei could accept during his lifetime were no longer possible, so he could not suppress the pain.
By the same token, Nivarus would experience emotions he had never experienced before - rage and rage.
Although the Dreadnought gives him devastating power, he'll miss his mortal form.
He will hate his own death, regret his current situation, and have nothing else in his heart, until he hates this cold and empty second life.
In order to avoid the pain, pain and anger, he will spend a lot of time in sleep.
They also said he could suffer from attacks of fear, especially early on.
The Tech-Priest explains that this is due to the massive changes he has undergone - his consciousness has been ripped away from the linear timeline of mortals that he is able to recognize or understand.
In fact, that long dormancy can be said to have separated him from time itself.
Fear is a concept that has nothing to do with space warriors. It is just a self-regulation of the mind for this extreme fate.
Nivarus will learn to control and exploit it, just like anger.
Eventually, the fear will fade away, and he will be as fearless as he was as a Legionnaire.
But it takes time.
His hormones and biochemistry would be carefully and progressively adjusted, he would undergo hypnotherapy and compliant fine-tuning, and he would be tutored by his peers, the ancient divine fearless accustomed to this strange fate.
he had asked the tech-priests.
"As a battle brother, although I am mortal, I will never give in. Now you say that I feel fear? Then why do you call me fearless?"
"That's what we call anger."
The Tech-Priest then replied:
"You'll adjust. Sleep will help. Start the hibernation process."
"Etc., etc!"
This was Nivarus's last conversation with the Tech-Priest.
He then officially became an honorable Dreadnought in the Eighth Legion, using the Contemptor model exosuit.
They woke him many times afterwards.
In Istvan, in Samara, in Saguarsa...
There were too many places and too many enemies. He couldn't remember exactly where he had been or who he had fought. He only remembered that his shell had changed again and again.
Almost all the Dreadnoughts of his generation had perished, but he was the only one who was lucky enough to survive and became the oldest Dreadnought of the Eighth Legion.
But to him, that's all.
When he woke up for the last time, Nivarus probably only remembered that he was fighting a group of red-armored enemies on the lower deck of the Cursed Echo.
According to the numbers on his built-in timer, he has been dormant for two years.
In the past two years, what he had most was the same dream, a dream about murder. Maybe it was not a dream, but a memory of his past.
The sun breaks through the clouds and shines over the vibrant Piammon city of Irabat.
In the crowded streets, people looked up at the thunderous sound.
The low clouds over the city were dyed rich amber.
The Stormstone, their flagship, took shape in dazzling glory.
News of the war spread across the sky, and as their protectors rode off to meet the invaders, every Piammon prayed for their continued freedom.
Suddenly, a deafening sound came from the flagship, the trees swayed, and newspapers flew.
When the heroes of the Battle of Storm Rock triumphed, such a horn sounded on Piammon. This was the sound of victory, a sound that every man and woman in Piammon would remember in their hearts.
Cheers erupted from the city as they heard the call to victory again.
People began to celebrate, the invaders had been driven away, and Piammon's future belonged to the Piammon people themselves.
At this time, something fell on the ground.
At a corner, people suddenly stopped reveling in the carnival. They stretched their necks and looked at their compatriots blocked at the intersection.
Something fell from the sky, and blood and flesh were smeared on the rocks.
Soon, another thing fell, and the cheers suddenly stopped, replaced by a sudden alarm.
And then there’s another one…and another one…
The crowd began to scream, and they looked up one after another. Everyone's faces were distorted with fear and confusion, and a crimson cloud was sloping down from the Storm Rock.
More bodies fell and the citizens fled.
They panicked and trampled under their feet those compatriots who could not dodge.
A woman screams as a body hits the roof of her car, its skinless face staring intently at her.
Corpses, skinless corpses falling like rain, and the laughter of the King of Night——
"Brother Nivarus."
A voice revived him, but there was no fighting at the moment.
He analyzes, scans, and judges.
The locator system read the information in the thinking space and told him that his iron coffin was in an unfamiliar space.
He wondered why he was awakened.
Is it a non-standard operation? The stevedore shook his iron coffin? Tarui and Formont were not far from him, in stasis in their iron coffins.
Was he out of position? Or was it some kind of abnormal waste code that caused the fibrosis and activation of his thinking system?
Nivarus didn't know, and there seemed to be no Tech-Priests nearby.
Is this normal?
He feels trapped, he feels anxious, and then fear sets in.
Later, Nivarus noticed that the dormant systems were trying to drag him back into his own slumber. They were trying to free him from the pain and anger.
Nivarus suddenly remembered what he wanted to say to the Tech-Priest.
They are wrong.
What fearlessness fears is not pain.
But silence, nothingness, sleep.
It's the kind of confinement that can't be escaped.
"Brother Nivarus."
The voice became clearer, and then his visual system was activated externally, and a face, a strange yet familiar face, appeared in front of him.
This is a cunning but determined face, and the lightning-shaped scar at the corner of his mouth makes this man seem to be always smiling strangely.
He remembered the face, but his brain was very confused.
"Captain Nivarus."
Voices are clearer, faces are more familiar, and memories come with them.
"1. First Captain... Yago Savitarion."
He finally regained his memory.
I also know why I woke up.
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