The First Legion was the first Space Marine Legion created by the Emperor.
In order to deal with various wars in the early days.
The First Legion became the only complete, versatile legion in the Imperium capable of responding to all threats.
Due to its complex characteristics, after Lion took over, it evolved into the Dark Angels' Terrorwing, Ravenwing and other company units.
The Deathwing are the 1st Company of the Dark Angels Chapter.
All of its members wear skeleton-style Terminator helmets and skull masks.
They never care whether they have an outstanding reputation or not, nor do they pay attention to their own fame.
For the members of the Death Wing, their only concern is to focus on killing enemies and completing missions.
Whether in terms of combat skills or mental defense, every member of the Death Wing is the best.
They are a truly humble and selfless group of warriors.
The skeleton-like helmet masks represent their determination to fight to the death.
They will never back down from any threat.
Even if it means paying a heavy price, they are willing to defend humanity and the empire to the death.
They never show mercy, never regret, and never fear.
A Deathwing member wants nothing more than to fight for the Legion and prove his worth.
Boris passed the Grand Master's Trial very early and became a Deathwing Terminator.
In addition to completing various routine tasks.
He also has a very important mission that he cannot tell anyone else.
That is the hunting of fallen angels.
Ensure enforcement of the Caliban Regulations.
In light of some events that happened ten thousand years ago, the Dark Angels are trying their best to hunt down the Fallen Angels.
They firmly believe that when the last fallen angel is captured, their genetic father will return.
So, for tens of thousands of years, they have been hunting these guys all over the galaxy.
As soon as the news of the fallen angel came out, Boris, a member of the Death Wing, was sent out by the Grand Master.
Whether it's true or not, they'll come and take a look.
Make sure the Fallen don't fall into the hands of other Imperial forces.
It is very difficult to extract confessions from traitors, as they are already fanatical and are not afraid of pain and torture.
But the Dark Angels have their own think tank.
In order to obtain information about fallen angels, they will not hesitate to use all kinds of terrible means.
The think tank searched the minds of the traitors and obtained the information they wanted from their memories.
Then erase those memories.
Anyone who knows of the Fallen Angels' existence is subject to the Laws of Caliban.
This is the rule of the Dark Angels.
Erasing memories is a good thing for everyone.
Boris and the members of the tactical team formed a formation, armed with weapons, and walked into the intricate bottom floor of the hive.
The further down you go, the dirtier the air becomes.
The ground was covered in blood, and the mottled walls were also covered in bloody handprints.
It's hard to imagine what those cultists did here!!
They are using their fellow humans to feed some unspeakable monster.
The deeper they went along the passage, the more the team's think tank could feel the dark power at the bottom of the hive, which was extremely deep and terrifying.
In the face of this darkness, any rationality and order will be powerfully distorted.
Any mind will be corrupted and eventually degenerate into a madman.
With the emergence of the Great Rift, the influence of the gods on the real universe has become increasingly powerful.
Despair is spreading, spreading to every corner like a flood.
With the coming of the gods, madness spread throughout the galaxy.
Humans began to kill each other.
Just as Chaos thought.
"enemy."
A scream came from the depths, and the figure of the thug appeared in front of Boris and others.
They held dancing torches, their eyes became crazy, and they roared in desire for killing and blood.
"These damned beasts."
A member of the Death Wing saw the desecrated statue of the Emperor in the hands of the thugs and was immediately furious.
Mortals are no match for the Dark Angels.
Any enemy will be destroyed easily by the dark angels.
Under the attack of explosive bombs and chainswords, all the thugs were killed.
Become corpses scattered all over the ground.
Boris and the others walked into the deepest part and passed through the passage where the lumen lights were flickering.
The scattered thugs were just small stones at their feet and could be crushed at will.
Finally, they came to a hall.
There were piles of corpses here, emitting a pungent smell of blood.
Piles of corpses.
There are both men and women, and newborn babies.
A girl of about seventeen or eighteen was hung over the hall.
The wire passed through her young body, half of her skin was stripped away and the other half was left.
The thugs used wire to control the girl's body, posing as devout people, not caring about the girl's pain at all.
From that terrified face, one can tell what terrible torture this girl had suffered.
The more brutal the torture, the better gift it is to the Chaos Gods.
The think tank held the scepter in his hand and looked around the hall. There were nine piles of corpses, which was a special number.
The sacred number of the All-Changer is nine.
The camp behind the rebellion on Connie 1 called for action.
The think tank built a spiritual barrier, carefully guarding against the invisible darkness.
"What a blasphemy." Boris saw the scene in front of him and felt a surge of anger in his heart, but then he suppressed it.
Anger is a sign of impotence.
Uncontrolled emotions cannot bring the dead back to life.
Keeping sanity and seeking revenge is the right choice.
"Haha! Haha!"
The darkness began to stir, and a laugh was heard, full of mockery and ridicule.
"Get out here, beast." Boris and many Death Wing members raised their grenade launchers and looked around carefully.
"I am at your side, Boris. I will bring you the prophecy that the Thirteenth Son will destroy the First Son's legacy."
Shadow yelled.
It twisted and moved around like water, seeping into tiny cracks.
"Get out of the human world, demon, none of your plans will succeed." The Think Tank shouted, releasing his psychic power, trying to capture the other party's position.
"Your skills are so poor that you can't hurt me at all." The shadow taunted, "I came to warn you, and you treated me like this."
"Warning!" Boris said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Don't let me find your true form, devil, or I will also warn you with the grenade launcher in my hand."
"Your attitude is too bad." A voice came from the shadows, like a full-dimensional surround echo.
The Death Wing members tried to lock onto each other's positions, but found that everything they did was in vain.
The other party was illusory, as if it did not exist in this space.
"Show me your true identity, and maybe my attitude will be better," Boris said.
"Your words are full of lies. Revealing your true identity will only invite your attack, Boris. I am here to warn you and prepare a way out for you."
Unpredictable whispers flowed through the hall.
"The Dark Angels Chapter is about to be wiped out, and your Gene-Father will become the sinner of the human empire you protect. Don't you want to know why?"
The whisper tempted Boris.
Every member of the Deathwing exists to protect the Gene-Father and the honor of the Chapter from being damaged.
The devil's words obviously hit Boris' soft spot.
He could rush towards death in vain, but he could not ignore the damage to the reputation of the Father of Genes.
"Devils never speak the truth. Trusting them will only lead you astray." The accompanying think tank shouted, awakening Boris.
Their words are poison, and anyone who believes them is taking poison.
"But I am telling you the truth, the future that is about to happen. Look at you poor bastards, you don't even know that disaster is coming."
The demon's voice was full of sarcasm, mocking them.
"Damn it." The think tank roared, his scepter glowing, and the psychic power he had cultivated for a long time gushed out, trying to stop the other party from continuing.
Everything Chaos says is a lie, and is terribly corrosive.
Their ultimate goal is to lead them down an unimaginable and terrible path.
Anyone who believes in chaos will end up with nothing good.
"The Thirteenth will erase you. The secrets of Caliban will no longer be hidden. You will be made public. Do not deny it. You are traitors, and traitors will eventually be purged."
The devil screamed crazily.
Its sound was like sharp pieces of glass, madly squeezing into people's brains and stirring their brains.
"Found him."
The Think Tank yelled.
Strong and terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from his body.
An intense glow swept across.
A terrifying figure emerged from the shadows.
Covered in scales and feathers, the weird face is frightening and unsettling.
"You can't hurt me. You can't even imagine the means of the All-Changer." The demon said, "I have to go, but I will witness your destruction, poor guy. The Stone Fortress will be destroyed, and your gene father will become the shame of mankind and be nailed to the pillar of shame forever."
"His statues will be torn down, his deeds will be erased, everything about him will be gone. From now on, there will be no more secrets in Caliban, and no one in Caliban will keep secrets."
"You are finished, sons of the Lion King. You will witness your father's fall into the abyss, and you will also be questioned. Remember, the Thirteenth Son will destroy the First Legion. This is the inevitable future."
The think tank launched an attack on it, but the opponent shattered like a phantom, turned into black smoke and disappeared completely.
Boris ordered his men to explore, but this time they found nothing.
They lost the demon again.
"What should we do?" The think tank looked at Boris, tightly gripping the scepter in his hand.
"What does he mean?" Boris looked at the Librarian. "Will the Dark Angels be destroyed by the awakening of Guilliman?"
"It is a demon, and its words cannot be trusted," the think tank said. "It will confuse us, lead to self-doubt, and finally lead to self-destruction."
Boris's eyes were solemn. "No matter what, everything here must be reported to Grand Master Azrael, and everything will be decided by him. We must be prepared to face risks. The Thirteen Primarchs are about to enter the Nephilim Sector, and his arrival is likely to cause some waves."
"Do you really believe in demons? Do you think the Thirteen Primarchs will destroy us?" the Librarian said.
"No one knows what the Primarch is thinking. He has dismissed many dignitaries. It is obvious that he wants to reshape the human empire." Boris said, "No one knows what his attitude is towards the secret of Caliban. You and I both know that it is a secret that must not be disclosed."
"The Caliban Code may apply to the rest of the Emperor's forces, but what should we do if a Primarch learns of it?"
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Macragge's Glory did not follow the main force.
After jumping out of the warp, he briefly left the main force and entered a remote galaxy.
The system is on the edge of the Empire.
The only Earth-like planet, it is barren, cold, and covered with ice and snow all year round.
Guilliman's Sovereign-class gunship rested on a snowy plain.
It is full of natural reliefs carved by nature with ice and snow.
Walk a few steps forward and you will see an ancient and icy cliff.
A large amount of steam came out of the propellers of the grounded gunship.
The internal temperature control system also made a rapid sound. The extreme cold of the planet tested the limits of these aircraft.
Guilliman stepped down from the gunship and what came into view was a snow-white plain, and on the other side was a huge ice wall.
The snow was melted by the gunship's engine, emitting bursts of white steam that rolled up into the air.
But the gas froze after rising only a few meters, becoming crystals that refracted light.
The temperature of the planet was so cold that frost quickly covered the icy hull like a spider web.
When Guilliman stepped down, the gunship was already covered with a thick layer of frost.
Behind Guilliman, Sicarius and members of the Honor Guard also walked out.
There were no fancy decorations on their bodies.
There was only the golden double-headed eagle and the banner of Ultramar.
The service nails on their foreheads represent that they are all veterans with more than a hundred years of service.
They followed Guilliman closely, stepping down the ice field.
The snow crunched under their boots, and the golden decorations stood out against the vast landscape.
The air of this planet is very clean. Looking up, you can see the blue, spotless sky.
The Imperial gunships were the only black outlines against the white plain.
The automatic weapon made a rotating mechanical sound and was on automatic alert. The muzzle kept turning with the mechanical sound, and once it found the target, it would attack without hesitation.
Sicarius led his men to inspect the area, using scanners and auspicious instruments to scan the deep underground.
"There is nothing here." Sicarius looked at his lord and said.
"I should have brought the two Librarians down with me," Guilliman said. "They are probably in hiding."
During the voyage, Guilliman was contacted psionically by the Eldar.
The other party gave him a coordinate.
So, he took the Macragge's Glory to this desolate frozen planet to meet with the Eldar.
The Eldar are one of the few cooperative races in the galaxy.
One is that the Eldar had saved him, and the other is that the Eldar had been crippled.
Their era has passed and it will be difficult to return to the past.
An ally that will be hard to make stronger again.
Humans can save a lot of trouble.
If it were the Tau, Guilliman would have simply issued an extermination order.
This fellow is still intent on stealing and is always trying to take things on behalf of humans.
It wasn't that Guilliman had a problem with the Tau.
Rather, the Tau are very young, and they are eager to grow and become the next protagonist of the galaxy.
This was something Guilliman could not tolerate.
No matter how people talk about benevolence, morality, kindness and peace, they have to admit one thing, that is, these things are used to whitewash peace and maintain order.
There will be no real peace in this world. There never was, there isn’t now, and there won’t be in the future.
Survival is a very cruel thing.
It is so cruel that many people are unwilling to face its essence.
Why good people don’t live long, but bad people live for thousands of years.
The reason is that good people do not meet the requirements of life evolution.
The survival of the fittest is the only law of nature.
The essence of survival is to plunder resources and have enough resources.
Such resources include food, mates, etc.
Kindness, mercy, and morality are all things that we say to ourselves and our allies.
Because both sides have common interests, these things can reduce friction between each other and better promote relations between allies.
Telling these things to your enemies is either stupid or bad.
Humans and Tau have different cultures and different reproduction mechanisms.
Why keep the other party if you don't want to exterminate them? !
Leave it to the other party to grab resources! !
Let the other party shout "Three thousand years in the east, three thousand years in the west" and don't bully the poor small tribe.
Then kill monsters along the way to level up, and finally kill humans
What a stupid behavior this is!!
Guilliman looked out at the desolate, snow-white plain, his eyes also lost in thought.
Suddenly a voice sounded in his mind.
A ray of light appeared in his eyes, connecting to the ice wall in the distance.
"Bring the Melta, we have to dig a path." Guilliman walked towards the ice wall. He knew that the light was a revelation from his Eldar allies, and he just had to follow it.
He walked to the front of the ice wall, pointed to a place and said, "Here it is. Dig."
Sicarius and others came up with the melta beam launchers.
They pulled the trigger, and a searing scarlet beam shot out, making the ice sizzle.
Soon, the ice melted and turned into water, flowing along the ice surface, but it froze again not long after flowing far.
A huge cloud of steam roared into the sky under the illumination of the scorching beams.
Soon, Sicarius and others dug out a smooth entrance.
A tunnel was opened with great force.
"It's the remains." the soldier in the tunnel shouted.
"Eldar?" Sicarius looked at his lord.
Guilliman did not say the purpose of this trip.
Now Sicarius had guessed it.
Guilliman nodded, "Yes, the Eldar, they sent me a message, a psychic transmission, so I came here to take a look."
"Excuse me, this is too dangerous. If it is a Warp demon in disguise, then you will be in great danger," said Sicarius.
Guilliman smiled. "Don't demonize those traitors too much. They are incapable of harming me. Our fleets and soldiers are stronger than theirs."
"Sir, there is a tomb tunnel." The voice of the cutting team came from the communication device.
"Very well, you may withdraw." Guilliman gave the order.
A few minutes later, the last of the steam roared out of the tunnel.
The cutting team appeared at the entrance of the tunnel.
The frost clung tightly to their power armor, as if they were wearing another layer of white ice armor.
The only area that was not covered with frost was the heat dissipation vents; the temperature was too high for water vapor to condense there.
"Readings have been detected," Sicarius said. "The ice must have obscured the auspex. We can detect a large building on the cliff. There are abnormal psychic fluctuations. My lord, do you need my company?"
"You know me," said Guilliman.
"But in this unfamiliar environment, I think it's better to accompany my partner." Sicarius wanted to fight for it.
"It's okay, I'm cautious enough and strong enough." Guilliman walked towards the tunnel.
"Do not trust the Eldar, my lord, they are full of lies as well." Sicarius shouted.
"I am glad you thought so, Sicarius." Guilliman responded with a smile and walked into the tunnel.
Sicarius and the others were left outside, on guard with weapons.
They were mentally prepared to rush in at any time.
No matter what, they must ensure that nothing unexpected happens to their master.
The crushed ice reflected the light, making it not so dim inside.
Guilliman walked down the tunnel, going deeper and deeper.
The icy walls of the tunnel gave off a chill that tried to penetrate Guilliman's armor.
However, the armor's performance is very good and it can be easily dispelled.
The Primarch's power armor wasn't frosted like the other soldiers'.
There is a soft glow at the end of the tunnel.
It was a soft light unique to Eldar technology.
Further ahead, there is a gate decorated with simple carved Eldar sculptures.
Despite being badly damaged by melta weapons, there were no signs of burns.
Guilliman walked in, to a massive Eldar tower, encased in ice.
The air is very fresh.
The temperature is also very comfortable.
The faint light covers every corner, providing a soft light that is bright enough but not dazzling.
A robed Eldar seer awaited him.
"I'm glad you're here, son of the emperor."
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