On the berth of the Port of Lost Souls, the Lost Word is floating quietly, with magnetic locks attached to both sides.
Before Khayon left, he announced an order that no one except the Space Marines would be allowed to leave the Lost Word. This was for the safety of the ship and the safety of the personnel. But in this way, everyone
It will seem a little idle.
On the bridge, some people lowered their heads to deal with their own affairs, and you could see three or five people huddled together talking. Others were just sitting on chairs, dozing off or drinking coffee. Drinking is prohibited during duty, and coffee is the only thing provided.
Drinks.
Above the bridge, the space belonging to the Space Marines was filled with smoke and the sound of conversation. An old player played some slow-paced soft music from the old era, and a servitor with an iron plate on its chin was inactive.
He wiped the railings vigorously, trying to remove the few stains that were not yet blurry.
The music floating around is melodious and soothing. It is a famous imperial song, composed by a famous musician from the Apostasy Era, called "Happy Emperor's Ascension Day Mr. Sebastian".
"Taros, do you think it is possible for the Fourteenth Legion to break through the Dark Eldar's defenses?"
Soshyan said as he waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of his eyes, which came from the cigar held in Talos's mouth.
Talos doesn't have many hobbies, and he doesn't often drink. He only likes tobacco.
Soshyan was not stingy with him, supplying Talos with the best and most expensive tobacco in the empire, but Soshyan himself did not like the taste very much.
"It's hard to tell."
Talos said, draining his glass in a flash and signaling to the servitor for two more.
"But don't underestimate Mortarion. He was a big trouble back then. Now that he has become a demon prince, it will only become more troublesome."
"Have you seen him before in person?"
Soshyan also pushed his empty glass aside.
"Before he became a demon prince."
"I've seen it, but it's far, far away. At least he must not have seen me."
"I thought the Eighth Legion had always been isolated."
"Not entirely. The situation of the Great Crusade was much more complicated than what is currently recorded in history. After Mortarion returned, he only established friendship with two brothers, one was Horus and the other was Curze.
"Huh? This is really strange, why? Horus, I can understand, Curze-"
"Who knows, maybe it's the sympathy of pessimists? Anyway, the Mortarion I know is only close to these two primarchs, and his relationship with other primarchs is very poor, especially Magnu
Si, and he has also had conflicts with many Primarchs, such as Guilliman, Corax, Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan and Fulgrim - Perturabo seems to be rumored to have a good relationship with him.
Okay, but both of them are virtuous, and at best they can do nothing but respect each other."
"It seems that he is indeed quite annoying."
"On the one hand, and on the other hand, he is too close to Horus, and it is easy for people to have the illusion that he is actually loyal to his brother Horus rather than his father. It is rumored that several primarchs have been
The more famous ones who have tipped off the Emperor are Guilliman and Corax."
"Your information is surprisingly well-informed."
"I used to be a legion pharmacist. Because of the recovery of corpses on the battlefield, I often needed to travel to other legions."
"I'm a little curious, what do you personally think of this original body?"
The servitor quickly filled their glasses, Talos took a deep breath, and then blew out a smoke ring.
"What do you think? If we had to rank the disgustingness of the original body, the number one would definitely be Angron, and the number two would have to be him. Of course they are all positive numbers."
"It seems you have a strong opinion of him."
Soshyan shook his head with a smile, took out a few large ice cubes from the box on the side, and poured them into his wine glass, accounting for almost half of them.
"I can ignore the irritability of Angron, endure the madness of Curze, despise the arrogance of Fulgrim, laugh at the ignorance of Lorgar, but Mortarion is
I really can’t stand this hypocritical, stupid, and low-self-esteem guy.”
Soshyan smiled, touched Talos's glass with his, and took a sip.
"What do you mean?"
Talos put the cigar on the ashtray aside, then took a sip to moisten his throat.
"You know about the Council of Nicaea."
"I know."
"At that meeting, there were two primarchs who directly stood up to criticize Magnus. One was Russ and the other was Mortarion. Both of them are famous for their hatred of psionic energy, but in space
There are still psykers among the Wolves, and everyone thinks that Russ has some double standards, but there are indeed no psykers in Mortarion's Death Army. Everyone thinks that he is a staunch anti-psyker, and so is he.
Show off yourself."
"I understand, but in the end he became a subspace creation."
"So it's hard not to be disgusted by his hypocrisy. Considering Mortarion's intense hatred of psykers, sorcerers, and occult phenomena, many people feel tempted to join Horus's faction and fight against the forces of Chaos.
It seemed to be against his own interests to join forces, let alone use this power to further his own goals. Even those estranged heirs did not think Mortarion would fall so quickly...
.But the fact is that he was almost the first Primarch to be corrupted, and the degree of corruption was so deep that the entire Legion became a cesspool of psychic and warp power."
Soshyan raised his head and glanced at him.
"And what about his power?"
Talos sighed.
"I know how powerful a demonic primarch is, and you also know that no matter how many shit they do, they are still the primarch. Once they become demons, their destructive power will increase exponentially.
I also witnessed several Primarch battles during the Great Rebellion. To be honest, just me, you, and Khayon could kill a warband at will in the Eye of Terror, but under a demonic Primarch, our
The odds of winning are very low, with the exception of Magnus of course, you and Khayon should be able to torture it at will."
"Well, it seems we'd better not meet him."
Soshyan drank all the wine in the glass, and then the servitor came up and silently filled another glass.
Suddenly, Soshyan laughed.
"Taros, do we look nothing like Space Marines now?"
After hearing this, Talos also laughed.
"Ha, I know better than you what a Space Marine should look like, not to mention... who dares to conclude that the earliest Space Marines were not a bunch of prostitutes with mohawks, smoking and drinking every day and teasing women? The name of history
The dust has buried too many things. To us in the past, today's Space Marines were just a group of weird religious knights, you understand."
"Hmm...the earliest Space Marines. Indeed, the empire should have no relevant records of the various legions before the return of the original body."
Talos put down his glass and changed the subject.
"Soshyan, why are you so interested in the 14th Legion today?"
"Because I have a premonition that we may run into them, no, or there is a high probability that we will run into them. After all, you saw it too, didn't you?"
"Seeing them doesn't necessarily mean we're going to hit them."
"That's right... Speaking of which, why are there so few records about the Fourteenth Legion compared to other rebel legions? I can even see a lot of records about the Eighth Legion in the Legion's archives, and the Ten
The records of the Fourth Legion during the Great Crusade are almost blank."