Chapter 189 Second Legion

"Warriors!"

"Bros!"

"Fangs!"

"We found her."

"The Emperor has found her."

"A battle brother of the Second Legion."

"Our Primarch, Lord of our Legions, Giver of our blood and spirit!"

"She is coming to us soon!"

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This voice of excitement, joy, and high morale resounded through the entire legion's communication network through the highest priority signal channel, and was transmitted between every corridor of every battleship.

It was like a thunderbolt that struck mercilessly at a group of rock sparrows that had gathered together to keep warm in the heavy rain, not caring about the panic and chaos that would result from its passion.

The vast majority of Astartes warriors learned the news suddenly and unprepared: in front of it, these civilized killers, known for their speed and rationality, behaved no differently from ordinary people.

Hundreds of warriors were marching in the corridor, or enjoying a rare rest in their rooms. The first moment they received this information, a kind of pale stiffness came to them, and the mortals beside them

People were horrified to see these new masters frozen in place, as if they were statues that had been carved out at random.

And this kind of astonishment only lasted less than a moment: in the next moment, a torrential rain of questions and excitement turned the entire communication channel into a chaotic storm, with thousands of voices and inquiries chaotic and layered.

Stacked together, even the most sensitive person cannot distinguish one from the other.

Excitement, questions, roars, eagerness to ascertain the truth, subconscious emotions, and even tears of joy, language like poetry...

The chaos lasted for a while, until an old, hoarse, restrained, but firm voice that could not be questioned once again activated the highest priority communication channel, conveying his voice to everyone's ears.

That was William Marshall's voice.

Commander of the Second Legion, a model for all warriors, a great knight worthy of all respect and courtesy - this last title even comes from the personal promise of the Lord of Mankind.

The legion commander first used his almost unique slow tone to repeat and affirm the fact that made everyone eager. Then, his words became authoritative and serious like an elder.

Stick to their posts, carry on as usual, and maintain their best condition and strength: until they appear in front of the Primarch.

The commotion subsided, and all the corridors and halls fell into silence again, but unlike before, the silence now was more like the ice and snow in early spring, brewing countless restlessness and passion.

In those places where there are no tasks and nothing to do for the time being, familiar soldiers gather together in twos and threes, whispering, just like a drop of dye falling into clear water. This shocking message spreads in silence at a fast speed.

It was unbelievable: just a few minutes later, all the soldiers who had not kept in touch in time showed shocked faces.

In the legion, there has never been news that can be transmitted so quickly, and there has never been news that can unite these warriors who are not familiar with each other like now.

Since [Death of the Sun], the once glorious Emperor's Fangs have been torn apart by mutual rebuke and excessive competition. The once united fleet has turned into scattered steel tentacles, maintaining a minimum of

Identity and understanding disappeared in the ever-expanding territory of the human empire.

This is division, but it is not death.

When each fleet separated in the dimness of the stars, following their dreams and goals in the wave of the Great Crusade, a united and powerful Second Legion was still active in their never-ending hearts.

, still standing with the infinite splendor and past from the Terran Unification War to the Great Crusade, still imagining, imagining, and infinitely looking forward to the day when the Legion is born from nirvana.

The history and glory of the legion are passed down through word of mouth, and the most determined beliefs and goals follow: one day, when the legion gathers together again, the path they choose will save this once powerful army.

Heavenly Army.

The Second Legion was once brilliant. They were a veteran force second only to the Dark Angels. Together with the First Legion, they fought side by side in the endless purgatory of the Terra Unification War and eliminated countless terrifying opponents: the existence of these enemies.

They were not even allowed to be recorded, and the less deadly part of the terrible relics they used were sorted into the [Secret Vault] belonging to the Second Legion.

The cooperation and tacit understanding between the two legions was something that even the Emperor was proud of. When the First and Second Legions cooperated closely and risked everything, they even had the ability to truly threaten and go all out, side by side with the Sisters of Silence.

The Forbidden Army's Ten Thousand Fu Regiment in action.

Those were the best times and the most memorable years: at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period at the end of the Unification War, the number of legion soldiers reached 50,000, and they were even able to faintly challenge the Seraphim Army, which was caught in internal disputes at the time.

But the fall began at that time.

As the Master of Mankind's unknown Primarch plan progressed, the Second Legion also encountered small problems: their gene seeds had certain problems that could not be explained and solved by any scientific means.

The batch of genetic seeds became waste products and could not breed new warriors at all.

This problem has been plaguing the Second Legion. To this day, their gene seed matching ratio is still not high, and a large number of gene seeds have been judged to be unusable, severely limiting their recruitment and expansion.

Under such a blow, the legion showed signs of decline, and as one of the most powerful legions, the countless wars in the early days of the Great Crusade required their all-out efforts: under such a situation, the scale of the legion was increasingly declining.

, unable to support the once majestic tactics, the quarrels among various branches also intensified.

Finally, there is division.

But even so, the glorious past still remains in the hearts of every warrior, and this has become their belief. They firmly believe that one day, the Legion will be reborn in nirvana: the one who ignited the fire of nirvana may be the Emperor.

, perhaps themselves, or perhaps the Primarch they have never met.

This kind of belief accompanied the most painful and violent expedition and lasted for decades: the veterans left and the new blood took over. Under those faces that gradually became mature, rational and stable, there was always a hidden secret.

A heart full of boyish fantasies.

What will their army look like?

What kind of person is their original body?

Countless warriors died with such confusion and regret, and more new blood, with such longing in mind, took over their mantles and weapons, and stood and fought in the endless waves of the Great Crusade.

Until the voice of the Lord of Mankind, after almost a whole generation, once again came to the ears of every soldier of the Second Legion.

Assemble.

Just the simplest order brought the entire legion together. In a galaxy designated by the emperor, the fleets that had gone their separate ways emerged one after another from different directions. Some of them worked tirelessly to

He traveled across half of the galaxy just to observe those battle brothers he had never met before under the light of the stars.

Countless reunions occurred under the witness of this nameless star, and friendships that had been lost for decades were rekindled in a blink of an eye. Brothers hugged each other tightly, recalling their past on Terra.

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But such warmth is only a minority. Most of the time, when Terra veterans come to other battleships to look for their former comrades, they will only see unfamiliar pictures in those familiar positions and military ranks.

’s youthful face.

Decades ago, when the Second Legion was falling apart after the last dispute, the entire Legion only had about 14,000 warriors. However, during the time when each fleet developed freely, the number of the entire Legion increased.

A slight improvement.

When the news that the Primarch was discovered echoed in all the battleships, there were about 18,000 Astartes warriors gathered in this galaxy: among them, the First Fleet was the largest force.

The strength of the fleet exceeds 10,000. Although this fleet, led by the legion commander himself, is mediocre and has no more unique strength, their stability and sophistication are the true cornerstone of a legion.

The situation of some fleets is even more miserable: for example, the Third Fleet, which pursues psychic power and skills, seems to have encountered many catastrophic psychic accidents: although with the power of the mortal auxiliary army, this fleet

They still have the ability to launch conquests, but their Astartes warriors don't even number a thousand.

The situation of the Fourth Fleet, which is working in the shadows, is not much better than that of the Third Fleet. Their strength exceeds a thousand, but that's all.

The combined strength of these two fleets is only about 2,000, which is only equivalent to most of the strength of the second fleet that is willing to explore the ruins.

On the contrary, the Sixth Fleet, which is keen on getting along with mortals, has a huge force second only to the First Fleet. Their achievements are the least, but the soldiers of the Second Legion never take status and glory too seriously.

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And these warriors who did not belong to the mainstream of the legion also brought back another message: not all the strength of the Sixth Fleet was present, but part of the strength of the Sixth Fleet disappeared in a sudden attack when passing through the Gulf of Damocles.

In the subspace storm, preliminary estimates indicate that they chose to take the risk and crossed the empty star area after being unable to break through the storm, and there has been no news so far.

That fleet has more than a thousand Astartes warriors. If it does not encounter a formidable opponent, it is a force capable of surviving independently.

And they were not the only ones who lost their fleet: the fifth fleet, the bloodiest and most reckless among the Second Legion, also disappeared in a strange storm, but no one was worried about them. After all, those madmen were obsessed with chain saw axes.

Love trumps all weapons, they are like a group of hungry sharks, only they threaten others.

In addition, the Second Legion actually has a third Lost Fleet, and that fleet is the real [Lost]. No one wants to mention their existence. Those veterans who have experienced [Death of the Sun] unanimously agree

By default, those exiled rebels have disappeared into their place of exile: the Ghoul Star Realm.

But despite this, among the legion, there are still people who silently chant the names of those unforgivable people: this is not sympathy, but a kind of remembrance, the most serious inheritance of the past.

They can hate, despise, and despise the darkness of the past.

But it must not be forgotten.

Someone has to remember those things and pass them on, whether as the history of the legion, as advice and lessons, or as a laugh-out-loud joke in the future glory days.

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"So, is this why you found me?"

"Not entirely."

The tall warrior in front of him showed a flawless smile, which made Diarmuid move his shoulders nervously.

Diarmuid - or rather, he prefers to be called Diarmait.

He was one of the unluckiest people in the legion. When the exciting news exploded in the communication channel, he was closing the communication and concentrating on walking in the battleship corridor. It wasn't until he opened the door that he walked in
To be continued...