The Emperor’s Angel of Death

UPDATE: Jacob doesn't know why this realization surprised him, maybe it's just because he's used to seeing all Space Marines as the same, although they certainly look alike.

They were all taller and stronger than mortals, and all wore silver-gray armor that sometimes made them look more like machines than humans.

Jacob, though, begins to realize that they were all once the same people as him, knowing that each of them has lived through everything he's been through, or worse, and lived through years of horrific wars.

"Try again, Jacob."

Bahram gave encouragement, but his tone was not harsh.

"Don't think too much about what you're doing this time, just relax and do it a thousand times if you need to, but keep practicing because one day your life and that of your comrades will depend on your precision."

Jacob nodded and raised his pistol again.

Suddenly, he turned his head to see if Herbert was looking at him, but saw that Captain Armin was talking softly to the other side, obviously the other side didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Jacob closed one eye, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger as he exhaled.

again. The bomb flew past the target and into the wall.

Jacob took a long sigh. He needed a lot of practice.

But just in the middle of training, an accident happened.

"God—"

Jacob looked down at the corpse in front of him. He didn't know this man, but he knew his name, Meren Hassan.

They were all brothers in principle, so Jacob was saddened that the entire back of Meren's head was gone, blood and brains adorning the walls behind the recruits.

Just five minutes ago, they temporarily ended their shooting training. On the one hand, they rested and on the other hand they practiced how to clear their firearms.

Merron was sitting just 20 meters away from Jacob while he was talking and laughing with someone next to him cleaning out his bolter pistol.

Then, with a bang, his head was gone.

It all happened so fast that the young man didn't even get a chance to scream.

Everyone gathered around for the first time, shocked by this scene, and then the instructors also arrived.

Armin walked over to look at the body, picked up the pistol and checked it again.

"This idiot!"

He frowned and muttered:

"The magazine is still inside! I have repeatedly demanded that the magazine must be removed!"

Bahram, who was on the side, looked more closely, and then said:

"He didn't even push the safety bolt in."

"How could such a low-level mistake be made?"

"Sir, I think it might be—"

Bahram stopped halfway through, and the two looked at each other, their expressions making Jacob guess they were both thinking the same thing.

Then, the wise he realized, it might have something to do with the way knowledge entered their minds.

All recruits know this stuff, but they're not fully a part of them, they all know the steps to clearing weapons, but they haven't learned the respect that weapons require, which is what most of them learn.

There has always been a big difference between knowing the theory and being able to put it into practice.

"I'll report this to the Chapter Master later."

Armin shook his head, and then let the machine servant take away the body.

Afterwards, they continued to train, but all became much more careful about the accident and began to take the rules and warnings seriously.

And the instructors also strengthened the training of the existing knowledge, and emphasized their personal experience, and not limited to let the recruits get everything from the crown of knowledge only.

But death was not far away from them. Just during lunch, a recruit suddenly fell to his knees and died, and then his body was taken away by the machine servant.

No one really knows what happened, but there are rumors that people around him suddenly felt unusually cold as he fell, and that the dead man's skin was covered with frost.

Jacob doesn't quite understand why this is, but the new knowledge in his head tells him that sometimes the human body just can't accept all kinds of changes, it will resist all changes, let the subject die, and the person seems to be the same as him. "special.

None of this was news to Jacob, but there was nothing he could do other than lie in bed wondering if this could happen to him.

After a few days Jacob stopped worrying because he wasn't dead, and thinking about it felt like a waste of energy.

Moreover, there were so many things to learn to do that all his spirit and will were not spared.

Every day he wakes up at dawn and enters a large meditation room, where he recites the prayers that he had put into his head yesterday.

After three hours of contemplation, eating a hearty breakfast, hooking up to the engine while the body digests food, more knowledge poured into his brain, along with unquestioning adoration for the Legion and the Emperor.

At noon, numb but not tired, he got off the machine and went to the weapons room.

The rest of the time, depending on the schedule, he was either doing physical training, or practicing hand-to-hand combat, or training endlessly with his new weapon.

Every few days, they would go to an environment room to simulate some alien environments that Nathan 4 did not have, where they practiced combat discipline and survival methods in special environments.

After that, they'd go to the recruit's cafeteria for dinner, and listen to the story of the legendary Uncle Rozim, who is also said to be an ancient warrior, just stopped in the final stages of the transformation surgery, but this It doesn't affect his status in the warband.

And what he makes is really delicious, a quick way to get recruits out of a day's burnout.

"...What did you say last time? Oh! By the way, at that time that great demon, a Khorne great demon with a dog's head and a blood-colored scarf, got out of the portal angrily, holding the With an ordinary black sword, standing up is as high as a mountain!"

Wearing a chef's hat and a dirty apron tied around his waist, Rozim was dancing with all the recruits watching.

Jacob, who was sitting in the third row of chairs, smiled and scooped a spoonful of thick soup into his mouth.

The brothers beside him listened with relish and exclaimed from time to time.

"As soon as it came out, it waited for the eyes of the sun, and made a strange cry of rua! But I was not afraid at all. I took my pan with the emperor's icon engraved on it, and at a rocket-like speed, That's what, what's crazy is to torture its unsatisfactory center-parted head and stinky ass."

At this time, a recruit laughed and said:

"Uncle Rozim is your big belly, I'm afraid you won't be able to get up fast!"

"Isn't it stubborn? Is it stubborn? I was the champion of the Black Legion... I ran a race! It didn't catch up to me!"

I have to admit that Rozim's story was very dramatic~www.readwn.com~ but Jacob never took it seriously.

After all, what can a chef know?

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