Chapter 410 The Second Primarch

"When we say 'believe', it is often based on the promises made by others. However, if we understand it in the usual way and think that it is just faith in salvation, then it is very wrong. Our 'belief' is trust and entrustment." - "The Book of Lorgar"

Jack recognized Kroger and Hammer at once.

This is quite strange. First of all, they haven't seen each other for a few years. They both changed their helmets and updated their armor with several large armor blocks. They were wrapped tightly in the iron shell.

And when the hatch was just opened with steam, the limited light and limited vision were not enough for the Shadow Moon Wolf to see the warriors who were not very conspicuous among the Iron Warriors. The throne knew that none of these Iron Warriors were tall enough, and Hammer was even shorter.

But Jack knew that the one in the front was Kroger, and the one behind was Hammer. The two glorious captains, each leading a dozen people, squeezed into the same transport cabin with them, bumping into each other with the rise and fall, until they all fixed themselves with magnetic buckles.

He hesitated for less than two seconds before decisively deciding to say hello to his brothers.

He had not controlled his emotions before and talked to the Iron Warriors about separation. Later, he thought that it was unnecessary. A qualified warrior should not vent his anger on his combat brothers. But he never had the chance to see them again, and the matter was left alone.

Now it was rare to meet them again at the battle stage. Jack didn't want to be like a sailor's fiancée in a Terran classical drama, squatting on the shore and shaking her handkerchief by herself.

He happily connected to the built-in communication channel.

"Iron Warrior, I'm Jack, the captain of the Shadow Wolf Squad. Long time no see."

"The 23rd Company, Kroger received. What's the matter?" A deep voice answered, followed by Hammer.

Their voices were thicker than in the previous two years, with more hidden anger and fighting desire. Some warriors can indeed draw nourishment from fighting. Jack thought, they are born good Astartes.

"It's okay, just say hello to you," Jack said happily, and heard his voice echoing in the internal channel.

The Iron Warrior's voice changed slightly, "Don't occupy the channel line." Kroger warned, with a familiar helplessness hidden in his seriousness.

Jack laughed softly and leaned against the bulkhead behind him, and a sense of satisfaction and ease that had not appeared in the past few years surged into his heart.

After confirming that he was not in a hurry to land for a while, he simply left the channel line of the Shadow Moon Wolf temporarily, so as to avoid this group of nagging and curious guys holding him and asking endless questions, disturbing his own time to savor.

After landing on the ground, mixed in the flying blood and mud, Jack didn't have the heart to think about these trivial matters that had nothing to do with the battle.

Gathering with the company commander and other brothers in the entire company in a simple temporary forward base where the ground was hard enough to be roasted by a fire, they rested for a while, led their respective orders, and began to step on the soft and sticky blood and mud, moving in different directions.

Kroger was assigned to the same side as him again. This was not an accident, but the Iron Warriors intentionally let them work together again based on their outstanding performance in the past cooperation.

"Get out of here, damn it..." Someone suddenly shouted, and then immediately shut up. Jack called his name, "What's going on?"

"That kind of echo," Gregory said, answering for the brother, and followed Jack to the other half of a raised hill of flesh and blood. "Psychic echo, I also saw some flowers and plants."

"All confirmation analysis systems have been turned on," the Iron Warriors reminded.

"Of course." Jack responded.

The attack has begun, artillery fire and bullets exploded everywhere in the chaotic land, the sound of the bombs overwhelmed the laser weapons of the Silver Angels, but the effect was far from enough.

A large number of charred bones and flesh structures were rolling all over the ground, and there were tumbleweeds fluttering gently in the wind, or the sound of water falling down the waterfall. When Jack heard the sound behind, he immediately raised his vigilance to the highest point.

His psychic talent is quite poor. If even he can hear those long whispers in the wind, it can only mean that the psychic recollection environment here is so strong that it is as if it has substance.

"Peter... I may have to take an ounce of bone fragments from your leg..." Someone in the team began to mutter to himself, and then quickly woke up with the assistance of the detection system in the helmet provided by the Iron Warrior, and the syringe injected the prepared medicine to deal with the wrong increase in hormone levels.

This is when psychic idiots like him are needed, Jack thought. Sensitive people can taste the metaphysical fluctuations brought by every trace of spiritual power in the air, but he can only smell the strongest traces.

After half an hour of advancement, they encountered the first round of attacks by silver angels. These creatures floating in the air are several orders of magnitude smaller than their counterparts who can ascend into the universe and fight in the void. Each one is no larger than three Space Marines combined, but on the ground, they rushed in groups, constantly firing short-range bone bullets, psychic bullets, or using the blade wings at the tips of their wings to quickly cut.

The Astartes rushed to fight, and after a while, Hammer contacted him - or it was just a mass message.

"Just now, I felt that I was a resurrected warrior of the Second Legion," Hammer said calmly, "hunting other flesh monsters, and they wanted to kill me."

"Then you killed a half-silver angel in one go," Jack marveled. "It's a good illusion, with divine help, isn't it?"

"No..." Hammer thought for a moment, and at the same time he used a series of explosive bombs to repel the small silver angel that was charging towards him, blowing it up in half, and shattering it into pieces in the fiery red and gray-black smoke clouds of the explosion. Yellow blood and silver fragments like iron filings fell like rain, "That seems to be its memory."

He added another shot, indicating the person he was talking about.

"Oh, okay," Jack replied, "a nice story."

Luna Wolf's hand suddenly felt pain. In an instant, the pain reached a burning extreme. Every nerve was burning in the fire. It was simply maddening. He swallowed a scream, his face was twisted, and he was sweating. It instantly rolled over his back.

The severe pain left at the touch of a finger, like a bird flying across the lake of consciousness, leaving only a simple conclusion in Jack's heart: it was so new, it happened so recently that it still retains its original intensity.

"I feel something new, too," Jack said, still breathing heavily, no matter who was listening on the channel. If it weren't for the power claw in one hand and the bolter in the other, his hands would have been clenched into fists.

"You?" Kroger answered him, "Are you sure?"

He understood what he meant. Jack thought that any psychic signal that he could perceive could be called a clue to lead the way.

A second wave of sharp pain grazed his scalp, and he seemed to trip and fall into flesh and bone. The feeling of broken bones and the unique psychic spear of the Silver Angel flew against his buzzing power armor helmet. Then, a portion of the scalp and a small amount of skull were swallowed into the immaterial darkness.

Continuous explosions awakened Jack again. He glanced around and stretched out his claws. The power claws were embedded in the wings of a silver angel that was flying by, deeply clasping the gaps in the hollow bones, and then hitting it at close range with explosive bombs. Shatter the enemy's chest and abdomen.

With several battle brothers around him whimpering at the wave of grief caused by the shattered spirit of the Silver Angel, Jack held on to the Silver Angel and blocked a continuous stream of ammunition until the remains in his hands were burned through.

"I'm sure," he shouted, "fresh memories of angels. Nothing but Dark Angels."

"Direction!" Kroger yelled as he pulled the trigger.

"One hundred and ten degrees!"

Their superiors were also on the channel. Jack heard Kroger begin to vouch for the Iron Warriors, and he himself began to communicate with the Captain of the Luna Wolves.

Jack was always in good standing with his reports and evaluations, and ultimately, the proposal was quickly approved.

Most Iron Warriors and a few Luna Wolves will continue to sweep the Silver Angel base world in the current direction, and some Luna Wolves, including Jack, will perform detection and exploration missions and report the information obtained at all times. .

The scent of a lion, Jack thought, as if he could hear the First Primarch's voice lingering in his ears.

When Leon El'Jonson tracked him and Hashem a few years ago, was he following the scent of a wolf? So now, it's time for the wolf to look for the lion.

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I don't have... not that many words, and half of my thinking has left my body. My thoughts are not - connected in a single thread. I'm still using my thinking, my, part of my head - my brain.

Once again I forgot the vocabulary. language. I forgot a lot of the rules of the language, and I had very little left, but my brain didn't feel anxious, it was running very fast and very smoothly, as if it was back to what it should be. Not restricted by limited modes. Not bound by the framework of language.

My only obstacle is...

My name was lost along with my language. The loss of an identity. The loss of a demonstrative vocabulary. Like...

What I can control is no longer myself.

But anyway, I'm still me. A life... that is different from other beings.

I looked around and I was the tallest of these beings. They were similar to me, all wearing the same coat. Their coats were also similar to mine. They surround me, one after another, all around me.

very quiet. I think. Everyone, so quiet, raised their heads and looked at me. I can't tell you how much joy I felt when I was surrounded like this. They expect me. Looking forward to my answer.

I opened my mouth and let out a howl, low and distant, echoing in the world around us. There was a collision among them - a collision? Growling? Uneasy...sadness?

sad. This word captured me. Through this gap, all the words returned to me, wrapping me again within the framework of human creation. I recovered my name—our name—from the original nature and wildness.

Our respective names.

Leon El'Jonson's long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and in an instant it was directly at the throat of the person standing in front of him, and the tip of the sword penetrated half an inch. A stream of bright red liquid seeped down the bright silver blade until it stained the deep ruby ​​at the tip of the blade.

Opposite him, a face that was similar but different from his stared at him. The arc of the brow bone was exactly the same as his, while the downward lip line was slightly gentler than that of the Emperor's eldest son.

He has a blood connection with him.

There was no tenderness in Leon's heart, and the cold anger made his nerves twitch slightly. He leaned forward, putting more power into his blade, but some opposing force stopped him, locking him in place.

"Ho..." The male lion burst out with a dull roar from between his teeth, suddenly sheathed his sword, took half a step back, and observed the surrounding situation with the corner of his eye.

He secretly swallowed up his surprise, keeping his face as cold as an alabaster statue.

The inside of a battleship. Strange yet familiar, it most likely belongs to an imperial battle barge, and judging from the exquisiteness of its decoration...

Queen of Glory. Leon El'Jonson concluded silently. The Queen of Glory of the Second Legion, a giant ship that was lost without a trace deep in Randan, is also one of the fundamental reasons why four imperial fleets have jointly arrived in Randan.

But how did he get here?

There is a clear gap in his memory.

The last moment, he was surrounded by silver angels, searching for traces of the head of the silver angels in the world of flesh and blood, preparing to use his burning wings to bury all the silver angels in a burning rest.

During several years of psychic contact, Leon El'Jonson's hunter knowledge allowed him to confirm the fundamental source of this consciousness. As they penetrate deeper into Randan, the dispute between life and death will eventually bring the Silver Angel and the Dark Angel together. Fragile cooperation treaties were torn up.

The next moment, he stood here, alone, surrounded by the original body of the Second Legion and its guards, and his power was also bound by some kind of spiritual energy.

Leon sneered. Although he was not afraid of the unknown, he was not a reckless man without judgment.

"Are you Duncan Aho?" He said the name of the second primarch accurately, his tone was restrained and indifferent, and he scrutinized every reaction of the other party.

The Second Primarch spoke slowly. "You are Leon El'Jonson, the First Primarch."

"You got my name," Leon said, noticing that the other person's scratched neck was still not healed, and the way the blood was dripping was so consistent with real conditions that he was even convinced for a moment that he was in reality.

The Second Primarch looked at him, circling him until he reached Leon's flank. He was not wearing a weapon and was wearing a simple dark brown robe, dressed like a traveler in the wilderness. Tired, lonely, and a deep indifference that seemed like it shouldn't belong to him.

"We can hear you," he said. "Your signals, some overflow radio. Occasionally, we've been able to successfully complete some lag parsing, but we've never caught up with the code updates for your internal signals."

fraud. Leon thought indifferently. All excuses. The voice in his ears was the psychic transmission he had heard over the past few years. His intuition was warning him, and he had no doubt about it.

The Second Primarch in front of him was either an alien in disguise, or a traitor who had surrendered to the alien.

Where is his dark angel? How did he get so lost?

Leon licked the tips of his teeth, "Why am I here?"

"You saw those silver angels," Duncan said.

"I confess to you, in order to leave here, we have to communicate with the only alien group that can possibly reach cooperation, and ask them to cooperate with the army of the empire - for their own benefit, and for our escape and being found. . I am good at psychic powers, and you, maybe because of our similar numbers, we find each other."

He paused, "But you also saw that the Emperor's eldest son, the Silver Angel, still chose to betray in the end. Aliens cannot be trusted."

"The competition between survival and death will eventually tear apart the agreement of cooperation." There was a hint of anger in Duncan's voice, and his words were surprisingly similar to Leon's own thoughts.

"Then what?" The lion narrowed his eyes. The other party directly admitted that he had made a mistake in cooperating with the alien, which made Leon El'Jonson shaken for a moment. And he still hasn't seen the falseness of his current environment.

He realized he had to look more intently for holes in the other person's language.

"A rift in space, caused by their anti-matter weapons. You have seen their power, haven't you? The principle is the rift in space.

"You fell into space, and we salvaged you back into the ship." Duncan said as he moved his finger to the holographic projection next to him to bring up Ran Dan's star map.

Leon immediately compared it with Perturabo's map and confirmed that the only difference between this star map and the map provided by the Iron Lord was that this star map more completely depicted Ran Dan's inner core.

He was silent.

"Here," Duncan pointed to the center of the star map, "is the rift in the universe. We are all here, deeply trapped in the joint constraints of the gravitational vortex and spiritual energy fluctuations. We cannot break through from the inside and can only rely on what is possible from the outside. 's rescue."

He raised his head, looked deeply at Leon El'Jonson, and said softly: "We have been waiting for you for many years."