Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 189 Index Astartes_World Eaters (Part 2)

822.M30 was an important year full of turbulence and change for the three legions of the Iron Warriors, Imperial Fists, and World Eaters gathered in Nuceria.

At first, under the leadership of the three Primarchs Perturabo, Rogal Dorn, and Angron, the three legions fought side by side against the technological barbarians and psychic planets that were common in the early days of the Great Crusade. Their exploits were awe-inspiring and their glory unmatched. However, as the war continued, three changes that were not explained until the end of the Great Crusade broke out one after another among the loyal legions of the Human Empire. Before the official decree of the Imperial Council approved the truth, there were different opinions on Nuceria. The mystery continued to trigger endless conjectures and conjectures until the second founding of the Pharos army after the Great Crusade.

In the summer of that year, the Iron Warriors Legion under the command of the fourth Primarch Perturabo first experienced the disappearance of Astartes warriors in large numbers, and the Legion showed a strange absolute obedience and unanimous concealment of this. Many of the disappeared Astartes warriors were elite members of the Iron Warriors. They had demonstrated unparalleled courage and strength on countless battlefields, and their disappearance caused a stir in other legions, even those who were very close to the Iron Warriors at the time. The doubts and worries of the warriors of Thousand Dust Sun.

The commanders and soldiers of the Iron Warriors Legion maintained a rather uniform and absolute silence on this. Since that day, there has been no news from Iron Warriors soldiers after being transferred. They were nominally sent to various remote and dangerous star fields to perform so-called secret missions, but no one knew their fate. This cast an inevitable shadow of cruelty over Perturabo's early reputation for tolerance and pursuit of peace.

His behavior was questioned and condemned by other Primarchs at the time. In the official archives of Macragge, a dispute between Robert Guilliman, the 13th Primarch, and Perturabo arose. , and the conversation they had in the darkroom when they settled their feud is still unknown.

Even after the completion of the Webway Project was confirmed and the Iron Warriors' silent dedication throughout the entire expedition was made public, many Imperial scholars still speculated in the 30th to 40th millennium that the Iron Warriors were purportedly performing a secret mission, but were actually engaged in internal cleansing. This action established a certain behavioral imitation object for the World Eaters Legion, and indirectly promoted the World Eaters Legion to gradually become another kind of steel army known for its strict military discipline and numerous laws.

According to records, through Rogal Dorn's letters, it was learned that the World Eaters Legion and the Imperial Fists Legion at that time had serious differences in war concepts. Under Dorn's concept of expedition guided by ideals and peace, the entire World Eaters When the whole world developed a trend of annihilation wars that put blood and fear first, Angron, in his despair, accidentally discovered that Nuceria was reenacting the bloody gladiatorial trend of the slave masters of the old night, and therefore He was attacked by an unbelievably crazy attack from the audience.

There is no documented record of how the Primarch Angron, known for his close-combat abilities, was seriously injured without being attacked by long-range mass-destruction mechs. It is reasonable to speculate, considering that there is insufficient evidence that the Warp The enemy of Chaos has penetrated this place from the highest heaven. Psychic scholars generally believe that this is very likely to be the same as the two vicious events that broke out on Olympia and Prospero. It is also a large-scale uncontrolled psychic event. Out-of-control events.

This is undoubtedly another important driving force for the World Eaters Legion to launch internal self-examination and comprehensive cleansing. However, for the first time since the founding of all the Legiones Astartes, the Primarch himself held a public self-examination, and in the meeting, he decided to appoint multiple civilians, mortal auxiliaries, Astartes warriors, and even a machine. There is also an extremely important disaster that is even more important, but even more hidden in the depths of the mist. That is, Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion, was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Compared to the well-documented internal chaos of Nuceria, and the disappearance of Iron Warriors personnel who were loyally and orderly executed in accordance with the rules despite being completely unreasonable, the disaster suffered by Rogal Dorn even in the eyes of those who know the secrets of the empire best. In human eyes, it is also a complete mystery. It can even be said that the more people understand the truth about subspace, the more confused and uneasy they will be about everything Roger Dorn witnessed at that time.

According to the Primarch himself, on the planet numbered RA-124 in the Ultimate Star Territory, he almost without warning entered another world of battlefield remains covered in blood and sand. Even in later memories, the original body confirmed that forebodings such as blood-colored skies, flowing brass, and smoke filled with gunpowder had emerged in the real universe, but these scenes, which were only slightly different from conventional scenes of massacre and destruction, were obviously not enough to trigger a warning beforehand. serve as an early warning.

In that area, Rogal Dorn was attacked by a large number of warp unborn while going deep alone, holding only a Stormfang chain sword forged for the first time in Invite. After his chainsword broke due to the intensity of the battle, Dorn encountered a gigantic daemon lord twice as tall as the Primarch, who attempted to imitate another unknown Primarch in both image and language in an extremely blasphemous manner. . No dialogue, deliberation or compromise took place between the two, and pure combat became the only means of communication between the noble Primarch and the vile daemon.

Due to the severe defects in weapons, the energy consumption of continuous battles, and the seductive whispers from Chaos, Rogal Dorn unfortunately gradually fell into a disadvantage in this abominable trap; even so, the uncompromising Rogal Dorn He still managed to hold on until the rescue of the Iron Warriors arrived at RA-124, survived the cloud of death, and told another unrecorded secret to the original body. After several weeks of training, he returned to the expedition team.

It is worth mentioning that there are reports that Rogal Dorn's emergence from the Demon Realm is closely related to a golden skull artifact given to him by his brother Perturabo, but Perturabo himself has never admitted this.

In the subsequent inventory of the situation, Angron verified that Dorne's misfortune of falling into the unknown area was indeed related to the massacre of the World Eaters - a weapon that could have relied on peaceful diplomacy to restore the glory of mankind and join the glory of the Aquila. The planet, under the rash attack of the World Eaters, chose to throw itself into the whirlpool abyss of Chaos and Sin in despair, which almost led to the death of another Primarch who had saved Angron from the Red Sand Pit.

There is no doubt that this is an important driving force behind the astonishing depth and breadth of this internal World Eater meeting, which scholars have dubbed the "Autumn of Nuceria".

However, the climax of the entire origin of the World Eaters occurred in the middle of the first internal meeting. This is another reason why this meeting is so well-known in addition to formulating a very special decentralization system within the World Eaters.

——

"This is just a temporary wheelchair, Dorn. Don't discuss how much room for improvement this thing has." Perturabo said, sitting in the suite on the second floor, his right hand resting on the back of Rogal Dorn's wheelchair. Watching with his brother on the podium downstairs, Angron, who had just removed the gauze, really began to manage his legion.

The white-haired original body, with only a few intact bones left in his body, was covered in gauze and plaster. He sat upright in his wheelchair stiffly, relying on the two movable fingers of his left hand to control his mechanical wheelchair, and opened it completely. The mouth that was not damaged started to express his opinions at any opportunity, just like after he was tied to the wheelchair with gauze, his mouth became the only damn entrance and exit that allowed his soul to connect with the world.

"Okay, I'm not going to discuss the wheelchair thing any further," Roger Dorn said, looking at Angron through the suite fence with his pale eyes.

While Angron felt completely guilty about him, Dorn also felt that he had failed to realize it sooner when Perturabo was able to share a new Magnus experiment accident with him every other week. He is partly responsible for the hidden ritual implications of the World Eaters' actions. Perturabo was the one responsible for intervening in the endless exchange of apologies, keeping the two of them apart and finding the opportunity to begin his own apology for previous neglect and negativity.

On the stage, Angron spoke in a heavy tone: "...We have not written any laws or guidelines in advance, so we will use our unified conscience and my personal judgment to decide the next several individual and collective trials. "

"First of all, it's me. As the Primarch and the Lord of the Red Sand, I seriously neglected to investigate the situation of the Legion and Nuceria. I neglected many affairs with my wishful thinking. I am absolutely responsible for the chaos and the deterioration of the situation. I am I know that you will spontaneously defend me and try to put the blame on yourself, but I will not thank you for it. Acknowledging other people's mistakes due to personal weakness has been proven to be an important source of disaster and should be punished. Skim into the corner within the corner.”

"I will not allow similar incidents to happen between us again, and my personal vision is inevitably narrow and biased. Therefore, I will re-separate the duties of the Primarch and the World Eater Legion Commander. The specific division of powers and responsibilities will be announced later. Detailed discussions will continue later. It is now announced that the first commander of the World Eaters Corps will be the former commander of the 8th Company, Kahn."

Perturabo picked up a fruit native to Nuceria and took a bite. Angron didn't even do his usual trick of asking for advice when making this decision, which shows that he was either too angry or finally realized how obedient the World Eaters were - at least on the surface, these blue and white The warriors always approved every decision made by Angron, not to mention that they were almost going crazy with guilt now.

"Kahn is an excellent candidate," Dorn commented.

"You were out on an expedition, and Kahn was squatting in the ring with Sigismund on the Resolute Resolve. You probably haven't seen him too many times." Perturabo said.

"He is loyal and has his own opinions on things," White Gauze said. "These qualities are evident. And Sigismund rated him highly."

"How is Sigismund?" Perturabo suddenly remembered and asked Dorn, "He has been standing in my office for three days."

"He believed that the crisis I encountered was related to the fact that I only had one person in my guard, so he decided to change the status quo and has already started taking action."

"Has he finally relaxed the famous rules of Templar initiation?"

Dorn tried to shake his head, but his neck guard stopped him: "No, he and another warrior created a new guard for me called Haskar."

Perturabo's expression froze for a moment: "This is also a solution... Angron sentenced the pharmacist to death?"

"It's very rare." Dorn said, "But he assassinated a company commander, and Angron has sufficient reasons to execute him."

"It makes me think about how I would deal with someone like that if one of my own troops appeared." Perturabo regained his composure. "My conclusion is that I would ensure that such an ambitious person would not have any chance of reaching such a high position."

"He also announced the expulsion of the Mechanicus Magus Vilkreda who worked with Garlan Surak." Dorn said something meaningless, which is what a person would do when only his mouth is completely free.

Perturabo nodded and took two more bites of his unknown fruit. This fruit is more watery and less tasteful, and the kernel has an indescribable bloody smell, which is quite characteristic of the land of Nuceria itself.

"A large number of officers have been demoted." As the meeting continued, Rogal Dorn continued to be his commentator and shared his views with Perturabo. "He didn't reorganize their organization."

"This is a matter of personal choice." Perturabo said, "I am used to controlling my battlefield as strongly as possible, so my army must act according to the organization I am more proficient in."

"What I think is that I should write a detailed report for him in advance so that he will have more information and evidence when adjusting the internal positions of the army."

Perturabo observed for a few seconds and concluded: "No, Kahn assisted his original master. He assumed the duties he was given in advance."

Dorn still managed to nod his head slightly, and his neck guard failed to stop him: "Yes. Since I fell into a coma in RA-124, your mentor Morse has never appeared. . Where is he?"

"Your thoughts are jumping around."

"Because Kahn's actions in assisting the Primarch remind me of..."

"I see," Perturabo bit off the fruit core from the middle, "Stop. I don't know where Morse is either, his whereabouts are always unique, but he said before that he would find someone who should have been here earlier and find a way to ensure that the person would not make the whole good situation deteriorate rapidly by himself."

"Oh, I want to thank him for repairing the gift you gave me. It played a very important role in my escape from the blood field..."

"I see." Perturabo interrupted him expressionlessly, and heard the fruit core crunching between his teeth. "Stop, Dorn."

"I thought you liked to hear this." Dorn said, "I must tell you that this is not a false compliment..."

"Let's concentrate on the discussion below, okay?" Perturabo said with a breath.

"Oh."

Angron divided the conference room into two halves, the left side was provided for mortals, and the right side was for Space Marines. At this time, the first agenda of the meeting, the collective judgment, has been completed. More than one-third of the World Eaters and Nuceria Army mortals have changed their positions, and punishments and rewards are more common.

Now, they have entered the stage of discussing the specific outline concepts and future goals within the World Eaters.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of World Eaters and mortals, a medium-sized mortal stood on the left side of the conference room, mercilessly poking at the loopholes in Angron's words and engaging in a heated discussion, asking the Primarch how to arrange a certain organizational system, where to invest his main energy, how to choose the proportion of publicity and work, and how to connect with other legions in the future... In the conversation between this bold mortal and the Primarch, all kinds of vague gaps were clearly separated and filled, countless prototypes of concepts gradually emerged, and the solution of several problems also had a prospect, and this meeting had a more long-term pioneering significance.

It is not difficult to see that the discussion between them will be prolonged along with the depth of the problem, and may not end for several hours.

"He calls himself John Doe." Dorn said.

"In the language of Ancient Terra, this probably means Anonymous." A light and cold voice appeared in the suite, and the craftsman emerged from the shadows, stroking his chin and watching the scene inside. "Is there a camera servant here? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is not easy to capture the image of the emperor without the golden crown."