When Talos is not training new recruits, he spends most of his time in the huge independent cabin assigned to him by Soshyan. It has his personal arsenal, bedroom, and even an independent training ground. His treatment Almost as much as the Chapter Master himself.
However, there are some rumors circulating among the Chapter servants, claiming that the mysterious captain's cabin is as dark as a cave all year round, and the thermostatic system maintains a low temperature for a long time.
It's so dark and profound that few servants are willing to approach it unless absolutely necessary.
Talos was sitting on the base of a statue as always. His upper body was bare, revealing pale skin and scars all over it. He was holding a bone-like object in his hand and was carving it.
He was surrounded by various sculptures, all of which were human heads the size of a palm, each one lifelike.
Some are unruly, some are cruel, some are crazy, some are sad——
There are hundreds of them.
Suddenly, the doorbell of the cabin rang.
"The door is unlocked."
The door opened, and a figure walked in gently. The originally dim lights in the cabin became brighter because of the intruder.
"What's up."
Talos did not raise his head, still focusing on his carving.
"there are some problems."
Sablin stood more than 20 meters away from Talos. He was wearing daily training clothes, and there was still sweat on his forehead and hair. He had obviously just finished training.
"Then say it."
Sabourin looked very hesitant. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, and then said:
"Company Commander, I have been checking the Eighth Army's information in the archives these days."
Talos was still carving, and the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Oh, got it."
"Well...Company Commander, don't you want to ask me why I did this?"
"I would have said even if I didn't ask you, it's not your character to be meandering."
Sablin let out a long sigh of relief, then found a stone and sat on it.
"Company Commander, why... did you join the Astral Knights?"
"Because Soshyan saved my life."
"That's it?"
"Let's get straight to the point. I guess you're not here to care about me."
"I...the Eighth Legion...we..."
Sabourin seemed unable to form words for a while. After hesitating for a long time, he scratched his hair with both hands in annoyance.
In the end, he only said three words.
"Why?"
A mocking smile appeared on Talos's face. He struck it quickly with the carving knife a few more times, then raised the carving in his hand and looked at the light for a moment.
This is a face that is mixed with arrogance and ferocity, as well as subtle cunning. It is also Talos's former superior, the 'Supreme' Fandrod.
"There are not so many reasons. I chose you, so you became the children of the night. It's that simple."
Putting the statue aside, Talos picked up a new carving material.
"But we-"
Sablin put his hands on his chest excitedly. He just stood up a little, then slowly sat back on the stone, shaking his head feebly.
"...We are the descendants of traitors."
"traitor?"
Talos raised his eyebrows and looked at him sternly.
"Do you think you are a traitor?"
"But...the things the Night Lords did."
"I know you met that boy Amon, so let me ask you now, are you willing to associate with such a thing?"
Sabourin shook his head vigorously.
"I don't want to."
Gu Ji: "Why, isn't he your blood brother?"
"I hate him, I hate him in my heart. I didn't become an Astartes to become that kind of thing!"
"So why do you think you're a traitor?"
"But after all, we...Didn't the chapter leader violate the imperial laws by doing this?"
Talos smiled slightly.
"The Codex Astartes only stipulates the number of people and equipment, but it does not mandate that a chapter can only be composed of one type of gene seed."
"Ah this——"
Sabourin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this seemed to be the case.
He was a little confused for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he finally managed to say something.
"But if the Inquisition..."
"Our Chapter Master seems to care about the Inquisition?"
"It's true..."
Sablin thought for a while and suddenly caught an important point.
"Why should we be a secret company if the Chapter Master doesn't care?"
Talos stopped what he was doing.
"Ah, that's right. He has concerns after all, but these concerns will soon be gone, and you will be able to appear openly and openly in front of other companies."
"Yeah......"
Sablin lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Company Commander...Then why do you train us like this? Wouldn't it be nice for us to be like the other battle brothers of the Astral Knights? Since you abandoned the old legion, why do you want us to become like them? .”
"You think you're like them?"
Sabourin nodded.
"...in some ways."
"Then what do you think caused the Night Lord to become like this?"
Sabrin thought for a moment, and then answered in a very uncertain tone:
"Is it because...the original body's madness?"
"anything else?"
"The issue of troop sources...?"
Talos smiled and shook his head.
"But you neither saw the Primarch nor were you born in Nostrahm."
"...but our pattern of action."
"Fear is a weapon."
Talos suddenly interrupted Sablin.
"I once taught you this. Do you think this sentence was taught to the Legion by the original body?"
"Isn't it?"
Talos shook his head again.
"This was spoken before the return of the Primarch. It... was taught by the Emperor to the Eighth Legion."
"this--"
"Many Legions will change after finding the Primarch and his home world. This is not the case with the Eighth Legion. Of all the Legions, we are the ones who have changed the least after the return of the Primarch. Of course, the changes are there, but they are very subtle. , as the number of Nostramian recruits exceeded that of the old Terrans, Nostram became the language of the Eighth Legion. Twisted runes and snake-like sentences spread within the legion, and the temperament of the legion also gradually Becoming gloomy and dark, possessing a cruel sense of humor and a bitter and vicious fatalism... New traditions were adopted within the Legion, pathologically depicting the rituals and customs of the Nostram gang, For example, the gauntlets of convicted legionnaires were painted blood red to indicate that they were facing a death sentence. Many high-ranking legionnaires began to use honorary titles by convention. This is also the cultural inheritance of the noble court of Nostrahm and the aesthetics of horror. These changes, while significant, do not touch the essence of the Eighth Legion."
Sabourin listened and blinked.
"The essence...What is the essence of the Eighth Legion?"
"It is essentially a barbaric weapon... Curze's return has only transformed the Legion's justice into a strong desire for punishment. Their fighting style has not changed, and the Terran and Nostraman The integration of warriors is the fastest among all legions. The old and new legions are like the front and back of a silver coin. Why do you think it is because of this?"
Sabourin shook his head.
"Then let me tell you a story..."
