Endurance, Space Marine armor room.
Now.
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In the dim room, the candlelight was dim, gathered in the center of the room.
Blanca led Hades in. Hades' tall stature stood out a little in the room.
The veteran led Hades to a low platform surrounded by candles.
Just now, Hades had been asked to put on the thick black lining of bionic polymer armor, and was also asked to memorize a sentence.
However, Hades had no idea what this High Gothic meant and was only asked to say it at the end.
Could you at least explain to him what this sentence means
Doesn't this feel like signing a contract to sell yourself?!
In the darkness of the room, Garo looked at Hades. He could smell a slight hint of nervousness in the sweat of the new recruit.
Tsk.
Garo still had certain expectations for this new recruit who would fight alongside the Primarch for the last time.
He hoped he was right.
Enrique, the forge master of the Seventh Company, came in, followed by a technical sergeant.
Wearing MK3 power armor, the countless serving arms on the power backpack behind him trembled slightly as the master forger walked.
The technical sergeant walked over to Blanca, and after a while, he led Hades in reciting the oath of loyalty.
Generally speaking, a recruit's armor-granting ceremony would be led by a Mechanical Sage of the Mechanicus, who would recite the oath of loyalty. However, now is the transition period of the Legion, with a large number of new recruits entering the army. The Mechanical Sage is also responsible for the equipment supply of the Legion, so this task has been simplified and is then done by the technical sergeants of each company.
Enrique came directly to Gala, and the two stopped in the dark, waiting for Hades' armor-granting ceremony.
Inside Garo's helmet, a crackling sound of electricity came from the personal communication channel.
Enrique's voice rang out, low and clear in Low Gothic;
"It's not like Blanca explained the oath to this recruit."
Garo's gaze was still on Hades in the center of the room. The light of candles flickered on the black lining of his armor.
"You're attracted to him."
This was an affirmative sentence, not a question, and Gala's calm and steady voice sounded.
Enrique wasn't the man to say anything that even remotely resembled an explanation for a new recruit.
The voice in the channel hesitated for a moment and then sounded again.
"I went to Barbarus with my colleagues from other companies to collect their technology."
"This recruit was not only the one who accompanied the Primarch to the summit, but he also designed the armor they were wearing."
The commendable technical level is not only the reasonable armor structure, but also the use of special technology to mix the fiber of a local fern into the ceramic steel in appropriate proportions to increase the overall toughness of the armor.
Enrique still remembered the expressions on the faces of the casting masters when they first saw the sample of this set of armor and the detailed and precise drawing.
They thought this would be the technology originally left over from this planet. Although this design was far behind the empire's current technology, it could be seen from the economic structure of Barbarus that the local people did not have the ability to develop such equipment on their own.
But later it was discovered that it was designed by a local Death Guard rebel group themselves.
What surprised Enrique even more was that the designers of this armor were the only two recruits in his company.
He didn't know that Jialuo would give him such a big gift.
They were not creating anything; they were simply inspired by the God of All Machines to restore the equipment to its original appearance.
Bold innovation and transformation are not allowed and are an evil blasphemy.
But there is always a small distance between ideal and reality.
Compared to the mechanical sages singing hymns in the foundry, there are always too many surprises and variables on the battlefield where artillery fire roars.
Suppose you now have a Predator tank and a Predator tank with broken tracks and completely unusable.
Then, your squadron is asked to capture a barrier at a narrow pass.
At this time, as the technical sergeant of the squadron, would you remove the turret from the nearly scrapped tank and install it on another one? Or would you not install it on this one
That must be it.
But this falls into the realm of "blasphemy".
This resulted in the technical sergeants in the legion having a bad reputation among the Mechanicus.
Moreover, Enrique has been following up and analyzing the strategic preferences of Primarch Mortarion during this period.
The Death Guard's forgemasters and techmarines found that Mortarion preferred to deploy infantry rather than large numbers of armored vehicles and transport vehicles.
This means that within the Death Guard, the status of the technical sergeants, who are already marginalized due to their belief in the Mechanicus, will be further diluted.
At this time, a new recruit appeared in front of the forging master Enrique. He was very talented in mechanical research and was rumored to have a good relationship with Mortarion.
Even if he has a little creative flaw, it is completely harmless.
Jialuo's voice interrupted Enrique's thoughts.
"Don't disturb him during the recruit training period."
On Enrique's body, red lights of various devices flashed.
"I know that."
The Techmarine's deep, powerful words broke the silence in the room.
Hades stood on a low platform surrounded by candles. The heavy armor was being assembled on Hades piece by piece by mechanical servants.
"Hades from Barbarus."
The Techmarine spoke in the ornate High Gothic language:
"In the name of Mortarion and the Emperor."
"Are you willing to be his silent warrior?"
"Are you willing to be his unbreakable blade?"
"Are you willing to give everything you have for the Empire?"
As these words were spoken, the last piece of armor was assembled, and two servitors walked in slowly, holding incendiary guns in their hands.
In the shadows, Galo and Enrique looked at the figure on the low platform.
"For the Emperor."
The voice, mumbling and with a Barbarusian accent, recited his oath.
Happy reading (ω)
(End of this chapter)