On the berth of the Port of Lost Souls, the Lost Word is floating quietly, with magnetic locks attached to both sides.
Before Khayon left, he had announced an order that no one except the Space Marines would be allowed to leave the Lost Word. On the one hand, it was for the safety of the ship, and on the other hand, it was also for the safety of the personnel. But in this way, everyone It will seem a little idle.
On the bridge, some people were looking down at their own business, and you could see three or five people huddled together talking. Others were just sitting on chairs, dozing off or drinking coffee. Drinking is prohibited during duty, and coffee is the only thing provided. Drinks.
Above the bridge, the space belonging to the Space Marines was filled with smoke and chatter. An old player played some slow-paced soft music from the old era, and a servitor with an iron plate on its chin was inactive. He wiped the railings, trying to remove the few stains that were not yet blurry.
The music floating around was melodious and soothing. It was a famous imperial song composed by a famous musician from the Apostasy Era, called "Happy Emperor's Ascension Day Mr. Sebastian".
"Taros, do you think it is possible for the Fourteenth Legion to break through the Dark Eldar's defenses?"
Soshyan said as he waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of his eyes, which all came from the cigar held by Talos in his mouth.
Talos doesn't have many hobbies, and he doesn't often drink. He only likes tobacco.
Soshyan was not stingy with him, supplying Talos with the best and most expensive tobacco in the empire, but Soshyan himself did not like the taste very much.
"Can't tell."
Talos said, draining his cup in a flash and signaling the servitor for two more.
"But don't underestimate Mortarion. He was a big trouble back then, and now that he has become a demon prince, it will only become more troublesome."
"Have you seen him before in person?"
Soshyan also pushed his empty glass aside.
"Before he became a demon prince."
"I've seen it, but it's far, far away. He must have at least not seen me."
"I thought the Eighth Legion had always been isolated."
"Not entirely. The situation in the Great Crusade was much more complicated than what is currently recorded in history. After Mortarion returned, he only established friendship with two brothers, one was Horus and the other was Curze.
"Huh? This is really strange, why? I can understand Horus, Curze-"
"Who knows, maybe it's the sympathy of a pessimist? Anyway, the Mortarion I know only has a close relationship with these two primarchs, and his relationship with other primarchs is very poor, especially Magnu Si, and he has also had conflicts with many Primarchs, such as Guilliman, Corax, Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan and Fulgrim - Perturabo seems to be rumored to have a good relationship with him. Okay, but both of them are virtuous, and at best they can do nothing but respect each other."
"It seems that he is indeed quite annoying."
"On the one hand, and on the other hand, he is too close to Horus, and it is easy for people to have the illusion that he is actually loyal to his brother Horus rather than his father. It is rumored that several primarchs have been The more famous ones who have snitched on the Emperor are Guilliman and Corax."
"Your information is surprisingly well-informed."
"I used to be a legion pharmacist. Because of the recovery of corpses on the battlefield, I often needed to travel to other legions."
"I'm a little curious, what do you think of this original body?"
The servitor quickly filled their glasses, Talos took a deep breath, and then blew out a smoke ring.
"What do you think? If we had to rank the disgustingness of the original body, then Angron would be number one, and he would be number two. Of course, they are all positive numbers."
"It seems you have a strong opinion of him."
Soshyan shook his head with a smile, took out a few large ice cubes from the box on the side, and poured them into his wine glass, accounting for almost half of them.
"I can ignore the irritability of Angron, endure the madness of Curze, despise the arrogance of Fulgrim, laugh at the ignorance of Lorgar, but Mortarion I really can’t stand this hypocritical, stupid, and low-self-esteem guy.”
Soshyan smiled, touched Talos's glass with his, and took a sip.
"What do you mean?"
Talos put the cigar on the ashtray aside, then took a sip to moisten his throat.
"You know about the Council of Nicaea."
"I know."
"At that meeting, there were two primarchs who directly stood up to criticize Magnus. One was Russ and the other was Mortarion. Both of them are famous for their hatred of psionic energy, but in space There are still psykers among the Wolves, and everyone thinks that Russ has some double standards, but there are indeed no psykers in Mortarion's Death Army. Everyone thinks that he is a staunch anti-psyker, and so is he. To flaunt oneself.”
"I understand, but he ended up being a warp creation."
"So it's hard not to be disgusted by his hypocrisy, and given Mortarion's vehement hatred of psykers, sorcerers, and occult phenomena, many felt tempted to join Horus and fight against the forces of Chaos. It seemed contrary to his own interests to be associated with him, let alone to use this power to further his own goals. Even his estranged heirs did not believe that Mortarion would fall so quickly... .But the fact is that he was almost the first Primarch to fall, and so deeply that the entire Legion was reduced to a cesspool of psychic and warp power."
Soshyan looked up at him.
"And what about his power?"
Talos sighed.
"I know how powerful a demonic primarch is, and you also know that no matter how many shit they do, they are still the primarch. Once they become demons, their destructive power will increase exponentially. I also witnessed several Primarch battles during the Great Rebellion. To be honest, just me, you, and Khayon could kill a warband at will in the Eye of Terror, but under a Daemon Primarch, our The odds of winning are very low, with the exception of Magnus of course, you and Khayon should be able to torture it at will."
"Well, it seems we'd better not meet him."
Soshyan drank all the wine in the glass, and the servitor came up and silently filled another glass.
Suddenly, Soshyan laughed.
"Taros, do we look nothing like Space Marines now?"
After hearing this, Talos also laughed.
"Ha, I know better than you what a Space Marine should look like. Besides...who dares to conclude that the earliest Space Marines were not a bunch of bastards with mohawks, smoking and drinking every day and teasing women? The name of history The dust has buried too many things. To us in the past, today's Space Marines are just a group of weird religious knights, you understand."
"Well...the earliest Space Marines, indeed, the Empire should have no relevant records of the various legions before the return of the original body."
Talos put down his glass and changed the subject.
"Soshyan, why are you so interested in the Fourteenth Legion today?"
"Because I have a premonition that we may run into them, no, or there is a high probability that we will run into them. After all, you saw it too, didn't you?"
"Seeing them doesn't necessarily mean we're going to run into them."
"That's right... Speaking of which, why are there so few records about the Fourteenth Legion compared to other rebel legions? I can even see a lot of records about the Eighth Legion in the Legion's archives, and the Ten The records of the Fourth Legion during the Great Crusade are almost blank.”
