In the dark webway, a mottled battleship is gliding. It was once a cruiser named Eternal Disintegration belonging to the Word Bearers Legion, but now it belongs to a new owner and has a new name——
The Sophist.
Although the interior of the battleship was brightly lit, in a conference room attached to the bridge, everything seemed gloomy and dim.
The light sank into the black and non-reflective walls, floors and ceilings, as if it had never appeared before. Even the Space Marines who filled a large amount of space with their huge volumes did not provide much relaxation or light. Their armors were just
It adds to the depressive feeling in the atmosphere.
The only shining point is the right pauldron of each Space Marine, which shows a three-headed serpent with its head raised and breathing.
Silence was as conspicuous as a shadow. The Space Marines maintained perfect silence when standing or sitting, neither ignoring each other nor communicating with each other. Even their comrades seemed to be constantly alert, but never expressed threats or
Contemptuous.
The atmosphere was filled with deep respect, but also with hints of suspicion and cynicism.
This is the culture of the Alpha Legion. From the beginning of the Great Crusade, they have always been shrouded in fog. Even those who know them best do not dare to claim to know their most basic structure.
After the Great Rebellion, the Alpha Legion fell apart. Everyone was working towards their own goals, but there were always some leaders who were able to gather their own followers through their personal charm and unite these mysterious warriors with powerful oaths.
But even so, commanding a group of Alpha warriors is still one of the most severe challenges a leader may face in this life. It not only means that he must always pay attention to whether his subordinates are still the same people - this is just
The simplest part,
The confusing doctrines and ideas between the Alpha factions must also be resolved, and the deep-rooted and fundamental conflict of ideas contained in the two statements of "fighting for the Emperor" and "fighting for the Legion" must be carefully explained.
This situation is also deeply related to the culture of the Alpha Legion era. Compared with other legions, the Alpha Legion has a very special and even bizarre command method. While most legions emphasize discipline and the distinction between upper and lower classes, Alpha does the opposite.
Follow the path.
Each unit in the legion is required to become a "cell" that can be self-motivated and self-managed without external orders. They are also expected to be able to show initiative in any beneficial way according to their own cognition, and to be more proactive.
Play your part in an extensive battle plan.
The warriors of the Alpha Legion emphasize the unity of autonomous passive command and initiative. Therefore, compared to any other Astartes Legion, the battlefield coordination and responsiveness to the ever-changing environment displayed by the Alpha Legion can be said to be superior.
Even more superior, people have almost never seen the commanders of the Alpha Legion, like the Astartes officers in the traditional sense, leading the soldiers to fight as champions or warlords. It seems that they do not desire personal honor, nor do they
They do not long for the noble experience of fighting the enemy with tenacity. On the contrary, they are accustomed to watching the battle with a cold eye, observing the action patterns of the troops and how they let the enemy's blood spill on the spot.
In this case, the Alpha Legion's grassroots commanders have a very high degree of freedom. They can even perform tasks according to their own understanding rather than completely following the orders of their superiors.
There are pros and cons to this model. The good thing is that Alpha will not collapse because the command level is hit, and it can better adapt to emergencies.
The worst thing is that once the legion organization completely collapses, the legion will become more broken than any other legion.
Therefore, in the early days of the Great Heresy, many conflicting ideas circulated within the Alpha Legion, although under the coordination of the Primarch, these different ideas fell into a general harmony - after all, they were all still the Immortal Emperor at that time
loyal servant.
But after the Primarch's "death", these ideas eventually evolved into differences or conflicts, and the division of the Legion was inevitable.
In such a complicated situation, a funny situation arises, that is, for an Alpha warrior, finding why he fights becomes the biggest challenge in life: victory and defeat, loyalty and heresy may be confused together, or divided
into countless aspects.
After all, what happens when the meaning of duty is suddenly thrown into doubt by competing visions?
As a result, many Alpha warriors were lost in the ten thousand-year war, forgetting their goals and only acting as simple war machines, but some people were not willing to accept this situation——
Filo Rona sat silently on the floor in the corner of the room, barely noticed by anyone else, folding his muscular arms on his knees and letting his hood fall down over his face.
He was the only Space Marine in the room who chose not to wear his battle armor to attend the meeting, instead wearing a simple black smock that hung loosely around his body.
Filo Rona's hood was made from the shroud of a certain Ecclesiastical Saint. It was given to him by his mentor after he truly became a qualified Alpha Warrior, and asked him to use it as a form of self-denial.
symbols of.
The rough feel of the fabric against Philo Rona's skin reassured him, keeping his mind grounded and focused.
Another reason for doing this is because he is a psyker - or can be called a wizard.
His mentor was also a think tank in the former legion. He once wandered around various warbands as a mercenary, and then died in a conflict with a demon prince. After that, he also became a wanderer, until he was killed by that man not long ago.
He was summoned by people and joined this war gang called the Exterminators.
As an Alpha, Philo Rona himself could hardly say how deep his feelings were for his mentor, but in his memory, it was his mentor who picked him out of the garbage in the slums.
So since the death of his mentor, his hood has always been on his head, and he has never even worn the carefully crafted think tank helmet that was awarded to him based on his rank and status. Even if he is wearing armor all over his body, his head will be exposed to the harsh environment.
In this environment, his face is also hidden in the shadow of the shroud, casting his unfathomable dark eyes into the deep shadow.
He didn't even like wearing his armor because he suspected that the machine spirit of the armor didn't like his presence in front of him.
Therefore, Philo Rona would take off his armor when he was not fighting. He could not find peace in the ancient will to fight, and could only constantly seek balance in his heart.
I don't know how long it took, but on the other side of the conference room, a door opened with a click, revealing the outline of another Space Marine.
He was standing dramatically in the bright light, but Philo Rona didn't raise his head, he already knew who it was.
The other Space Marines in the room noticed this and waited quietly for the great Raid Commander's speech. They were convinced because the other man was a true legend——
Occam the Insubstantial, the raiding commander of the Exterminators.