Chapter 175 About Construction

Just like the countless constructions that the Iron Warriors had done before, they completed the task of building a medical center in Nuceria just as quickly and brilliantly.

At Perturabo's special request, the template for the hospital was actually set as the large sanatoriums often preferred by the imperial governors of various planets - if they could really find a day to retire normally in the lifespan that was constantly extended through surgery.

Except for the desire to build a palace for the Primarch, the Iron Warriors rarely undertook such large-scale projects that had practical uses but were often neither urgent nor necessary.

Therefore, in view of the actual situation in Nuceria, the Iron Warriors' architects held many intensive temporary discussions for this purpose, not limited to the Iron Blood, but distributed in the Agora Market on various ships.

This was also the first time that the newly built internal communication hall of the legion, which was nicknamed "market" and built inside each Iron Warrior ship, was put into use.

The origin of the Agora Market is actually a derivative of the Stonemason Club formed by the warriors themselves. The first person to propose this proper noun with Olympian characteristics and extended meaning in the later development was actually the late Terran war blacksmith Defes.

At that time, the Stonemason Club was first created by the warriors on the day of the Legion's reconstruction a few years ago. In order to avoid being inappropriately recorded in the Legion's log in the Iron Warriors Memorial, the warriors took the initiative to create a stonemason club for the exchange of carving techniques and the simulation of attack and defense theory sandboxes. Whether the club really played its original function is still to be discussed. Over time, it gradually evolved into a council of wise men with strict personnel screening and many tests for membership. Many people believe that it is necessary to establish a new discussion square where all fighting brothers can participate, so that more brothers have the opportunity to speak publicly.

This view once became the core topic within the Legion after Perturabo proposed to "let people speak with their own voices".

It was also at that time that Defeis proposed a new discussion platform based on the culture of the Primarch's home planet, which was to imitate the public space in the old city-state center of Olympia, and build a block for collective participation in military consultations or discussions on Perturabo's orders based on a single ship in the expedition fleet. He did not have time to implement his idea himself.

Interestingly, the legionnaire who really implemented the war blacksmith's idea was actually a centurion whose reputation at the time was somewhat insufficient to support the grandeur of his decision.

"Barabas Dantioch," Kedomo Fricks said, still serious but not harsh, "Do you remember him, Azak? He was a recruit in the same batch as me, although I was born in Terra, and he was fortunate to grow up in Olympia. He first established the first Agora market in the entire army in his cruiser. He led the trend of the entire fleet."

In their spare time, the psykers in pale robes like parchment and the iron warriors in simple outer robes walked side by side in the newly built hospital. The moonlight formed a brilliance like water in a shallow pool, flowing on the cobblestone road, softening even the outlines of the Space Marines, and together with the luster of the grass and trees in the forest, embellished this peaceful place of recuperation.

This hospital is a miracle of multiple complexes of technology and nature, practicality and beauty. The most advanced medical equipment for mortals in the Empire and the transplanted secluded mountains and forests that are rare in the entire galaxy appeared in the red sand at the same time. For Fricks, this scenery is similar to the deep river valley of Olympia in his mind.

Azak Ahriman heard that Fricks was waiting for him to ask for more details. Only when the topic of Olympia was mentioned, and the iron warrior was in high spirits, would he abandon his straightforward efficiency and play these little tricks. This made Fricks more like a mortal.

"I've heard of him." The scholar nodded, "He is praised as a sharp and fierce warrior."

The two saw a wooden bridge across an artificial stream. Fricks squatted down to check the quality of the wooden planks, then stood up and continued as he walked: "He is sometimes humorous. On the Attalus, when he announced that he would build a market, he also specifically mentioned that it was a pity that he could not think of a suitable trade currency."

Ariman pondered and said: "The galaxy is still divided, and a unified currency... should be a little difficult to implement?"

"So in Defeis's initiative, Agora is more suitable to be extended to the meaning of 'I speak publicly' than to 'shopping'. "It's just a public open space where we get to know each other better, talk about fighting, skills, life, governance, exchange items, and even some people start discussing philosophical issues after learning that our gene father has studied philosophy. "

"In any case, this medical center given to the Nuceria was perfected in every design detail in our market."

"You don't seem to have had such a large-scale discussion when building Inwit." Ahriman pointed out, not sure whether the two primarchs had different opinions in the hearts of the Iron Warriors, so he implicitly included the impolite question in the statement.

Fricks's expression darkened. "In Inwit, my father gave us a complete set of instructions and entrusted his will to us, and we implemented and implemented his great ideas. But in recent days, everyone can feel that my father has become particularly busy, and his silent seriousness worries us. Our memorial has not added new personnel for a long time. "

In a sense, when the Iron Warriors finally received Perturabo's clear instructions about the hospital, there was an atmosphere of joy throughout the ships in Nuceria. They have a lot of confidence in their own abilities, but having extra guidance from their father is a wonderful honor.

"Think of me, brother," Ahriman said. "Not only have I been separated from the Gene Father for eight years, but I was last seen wearing a helmet."

Frix's laughter was powerful, but fortunately he was self-aware of his loud, rhythmic laughter and stopped quickly.

"Primarch Angron personally praised our construction." He said, looking sideways at Ahriman. "He came to our construction site and watched the bricks and stones being assembled, the trees being planted, and the streams being directed."

"His lightness and gentleness were very different from his size and face. He was so light that he did not disturb any dust haze when he walked in the open space among building materials and builders. He praised every idea we had and asked about what he didn't understand. And after enlightenment, he confessed how this would benefit the recuperation of the first gladiators and the subsequent opening to mortals who could pass the review. "

"A surprising attitude. For a Primarch to..." Ahriman searched for an appropriate description, "to elevate our position."

"We are surprised and honored by this, but privately I still think that my father's attitude towards us is the most appropriate."

"Your partiality is beyond words, Kaidomo. If so, I think our legion is the most complete and beautiful family in the universe."

"Then you think so, but I must remind you that your impression of the Sun of Thousand Dusts unfortunately comes from your guess. You have lived among the Iron Warriors for much longer than you have lived in your Legion. "

"I'm going to get annoyed."

"You won't." Fricks said firmly.

Ahriman shook his head. The omens of the Black Crow were echoing in the light of the ether - or, in other words, his daily experience told him that if he fought back, the scene would quickly turn into two mature Astartes warriors enjoying each other. Throwing verbal pebbles.

"I'm going back," the scholar said. "You can continue to check the hospital's engineering quality. But have you already done one round of inspections during the day?"

"There is no guarantee that the conditions will be the same during the day and at night." The soldier replied, no longer thinking about the planting intervals of several rustling fruit trees on the roadside, and moved his eyes to Ahriman's eyes with peacock blue eyeshadow, "You go first "My father will call us for a meeting tomorrow. If I have time after that, I will go find you."

"No need." Ahriman said, "The project assigned to me by the original body must be completed as soon as possible, and there can be no further delay. From tomorrow on, I have to abandon distracting thoughts and devote myself to research in the Iron-Blooded Library. Maybe see you in a week, Kaido Mo."

"Oh." Frix nodded, "Goodbye then, Azak."

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When 30,000 Astartes gather together, it is not just a matter of spectacular spectacle, but also a matter of finding a suitable venue.

If these steel warriors did not have to wait for the transportation of materials, they could rebuild the entire Desia city overnight. They gathered outside the city in the early morning into a mighty sea of ​​steel, arranged in company groups, and waited for the father of genes to come forward. to preside over his meetings.

Frix was not sure whether the warsmiths standing at the front of the queue knew what was going on today, but he was sure that almost all the battle brothers were ignorant of what was to come.

No matter what, as long as it is a meeting announced by Perturabo, whether it is a simple praise or a profound criticism, a review of the past or expectations for the future, or even the announcement of the new list of personnel at the Iron Warriors Memorial Hall that makes the Legion most nervous. , just because they can hear the voice of the Gene Father with their own ears and have the possibility of meeting their father's eyes for a moment, the Astartes absolutely cannot refuse.

The wind descending from the mountains blew the red sand, and the fine gravel hit the ceramic steel surface of the power armor, making a fine crackling sound, which reminded Frix of the harmonious rhythm of the branches and leaves of the forest last night. His consciousness faithfully counted the time for him, and at five o'clock in the morning on Terra's time, Perturabo appeared on time.

The father wore a helmet. Fricks thought, with some regret.

"My Iron Warriors." Perturabo spoke, and his voice filtered through the current and came out against the wind, wrapping every Iron Warrior in it. Frix's heart was pushed by a real warm current and beat faster.

"First of all, I need to commend you for your recent work." The Iron Lord said, "Whether it is combat, cooperation or construction. You have completed every task brilliantly, which is worthy of praise."

His voice echoed in the red sand, and the Legion proudly accepted the Gene Father's approval.

"My eyes fell on you as you worked so hard to build the hospital for my brother Angron. I find with the utmost regret that selecting the most outstanding among you has become an almost unattainable wish, for Each one of you has a passionate and practical spirit and ability, and you are equally proud of me.”

The Legion maintained a steely silence, a trait that had come to become somewhat unique among the Iron Warriors.

Outside of formal meetings, warriors can gather around the Iron Lord, and Perturabo will not refuse to listen as long as there is something to say. But in the formal meeting, the more excited they were, the more the soldiers unanimously chose to use absolute self-control to quietly convey their strong emotions to their father.

The Iron Lord's helmet turned, and it was not difficult to imagine how he took in the expressions of all the warriors.

He continued: "But today we gather here for a more secret and critical matter. I stand here because I want to select some of you to participate in an absolutely secret mission, an order directly issued by Terra."

Fricks was not sure when this order appeared, but the battle brother he knew who took turns to supervise the delivery of documents between Perturabo and the Terra Palace had no work in this area recently. He was a little curious, but he knew that Perturabo would not deceive his offspring. He began to be curious about this mission and wondered if he had a chance to be selected.

"It is no exaggeration to say that this mission is as important as our great expedition to spread the glory of the Sky Eagle. And its unknown dangers and difficulties also mean that not every Astartes warrior of the Legion is capable of completing it."

Before the heirs began to be eager to try, Perturabo continued: "To avoid accidents, the only information I can reveal at present is that those who participate in the mission need to return to Terra and leave the Great Crusade."

Perturabo's majestic voice was filtered through the helmet and seemed unshakable.

"The selected warriors will suspend their Astartes service and leave the Iron Warriors. You will have a day to pack your belongings and say goodbye to those you need to say goodbye to. Afterwards, before this mission that may last for decades or even hundreds of years is fully completed, you and all your achievements will not be allowed to appear outside. Your names will not be covered up, but your names - although we will remember each of you, will be sealed in the archives of the Iron Warriors for a long time."

Fricks' heartbeat slowed down a beat. Among all these requirements, the only one that really worried him was that he had to leave the Iron Warriors.

This meant losing the opportunity he had been looking forward to for many years to follow the Father of Gene to visit the Primarch's home planet, away from his battle brothers, away from the Father of Gene, away from Perturabo who had to devote himself to the forefront of the Great Crusade and personally spread the golden glory of the Emperor of Mankind.

He thought of Ahriman. Ahriman could be troubled by being asked by Magnus whether the task was completed, and after he went to participate in the mission, would he have the opportunity to see the face of the Father of Gene again?

Despite his hesitation, deep in his heart, Fricks had no hesitation to count himself as a member of this secret mission.

Every Iron Warrior was like this. If Perturabo asked who was willing to go at this moment, everyone would raise their hands high.

"As I said, each of you is so outstanding that I can hardly choose. And if I ask who is willing to participate, I am afraid I will see 30,000 people sign up for me."

"Therefore," Perturabo said, "I decided to randomly select 3,000 of you fairly as the first batch of executors of the mission. The statistics were completed yesterday. Next, those whose names I report will step out of the team."

Kedomo Fricks waited quietly. When his name was spoken by the Father of Genes, he took a step forward, his feet landed on solid ground, and felt his expectations being met.

He didn't know what was waiting for him, but as long as he could help the Father of Genes and contribute to mankind, he would never refuse.