pertwk End of Chapter 78
End of Chapter 78
With another barrage of fire from the sword of retribution and the oath of knighthood, all superstition vanished once more amidst the dust and smoke of battle.
The Dawnbringers returned this opportunity of honor and bloodshed to the Space Wolves, who stood silently, lined up, and awaited the triumphant return of their brother forces.
When Wardmaker emerged carrying the head of the high priest who had dared to deceive him into going to the surface, everyone saw his head covered in sharp spikes and his face was crimson as if it were soaked in blood.
That is definitely not human. Even if its lower body is human and it uses human language and culture, it is no longer a human being.
Many of the recorders who were allowed to enter were initially shocked when they witnessed this moment, and then sincerely praised the Emperor's and the Empire's definition of the Xenomorph.
The pilgrimage planet has submitted, but like most wars of planetary conquest, there will always be those who attempt to restore the old order and those who yearn for the old system, who will resist, incite, and prolong their existence.
The warriors of the two legions could not distinguish the treacherous among them. Under the furious roar of the Wolf King Ruth, the final order reached the ears of everyone on the planet.
Ruthless slaughter.
Wherever organized cults emerge, the area will be forcefully taken over by the warriors of Space Wolves and Dawnbringers.
What followed was the massacre and burning of an entire region, turning it into scorched earth.
This is inevitable. Only through the most thorough cleansing, eradication, and extermination of superstition and religion can this wisp of ashes, which may reignite, be completely extinguished.
The Dawnbringer bestowed honor upon the Space Wolf, and the Space Wolf reciprocated with friendliness.
This planet, originally discovered by Wardmaker and belonging to the Space Wolf, was given to the Dawnbringer.
Hector has the right to plan and reshape this planet.
In the presence of numerous Legion warriors, the two Primarchs shook hands and swore an oath of brotherhood.
Many Dawnbringers also became friends with those enthusiastic space wolves, sharing the unique products of Troy.
They wore Minotaur horns, gifts from Trojan warriors, along with carved jewelry and weapons around their waists.
Some of the space wolves were deeply moved because they received a symbol of friendship: a scaled-down sculpture between them.
"Goodbye, brother." Ruth patted Hector's shoulder armor heavily.
"If you use that kind of force again, trying to sneak up on me and knock me to the ground, it's just to retaliate for what I did last time."
"Well then, Ruth, once I, the king, am gone, I will definitely beat your ass to a pulp and teach you what it means to submit to the king."
Hector rubbed his aching shoulder expressionlessly.
Lehman Russ's pat on the shoulder was powerful and heavy; many nearby warriors could hear the sound of the wind being cut through it. If that pat had landed on Astartes' shoulder...
The warriors of the human emperor, angels in the eyes of mortals, would fall sideways to the ground in a most undignified manner and would find it difficult to get up.
"Hahaha." Ruth's laughter was exaggerated; his enormous mouth made one wonder if a cow's leg could be stuffed inside.
His teeth were sharp as a wolf's, and he was savage and dangerous.
"Then, King, you should be careful not to be pulled off your throne by this barbarian."
"Absolutely not," Hector said confidently.
The two said goodbye with a final hug.
And this incident, brought about by Azir's guarantee, was excitedly captured by Finn Baker, the only one not from Astartes.
He hid it in front of his heart, a testament to the bond between his two Primarch brothers that only death could take away.
"Are those the Trojan Guard? I've never seen their armor before," Finn Baker asked, pointing to the Trojan Guard that had already entered the city and stood tall with their heads held high.
He asked Azir and Paris beside him with a puzzled look.
"Yes." Paris nodded, a proud smile on his face.
"The Second Trojan Guard, an army directly under the command of my brother Hector."
"Each of them can easily climb the highest cliffs, and each of them can conquer the wildest waves and the most desolate forests."
"They can wage the most arduous and challenging battles in every place and every terrain, battles that require bloodshed."
"They faced death without complaint or fatigue, with honor, silence, blood, and nobility."
"Your praise..." Finn Baker exclaimed in surprise.
"I once wanted to be a high-ranking officer in the Second Trojan Guard," Paris replied.
"I think our lord must have strongly condemned this matter and rejected your idea," Azir said abruptly.
This statement rendered Paris, who was eager to continue recounting that glorious history, the sacrifices and victories of the Second Trojan Guard in the war against the Sword of Agamemnon, speechless.
He looked at Azir with dissatisfaction, and seeing the other's listless expression, said, "Sometimes I suspect, Azir, that you're deliberately faking it."
"You can see through my spirit, can't you, Paris?" Azir retorted.
"But you can fake it," Paris retorted. "I'm far inferior to you in that respect."
"That's not the case," Azir replied. "You're just too impetuous."
Finn Baker found an opportunity to escape the argument between the two and walked alone in the newly conquered city.
He curiously observed the people around him, and then he discovered an overwhelming fear in their eyes.
Some people knelt down in sorrow, their gazes lingering despairingly on Azir and Paris, seemingly accepting their fate.
Just days or even weeks ago, their eyes were filled with a numb yet hopeful sense of relief.
The two legions, through their cold and ruthless methods, transformed themselves in the eyes of most people from angels liberating those suffering from hardship into bloodthirsty and cruel butchers.
Finn Baker had no idea how he felt about this.
He looked at the crowd who thought Azir and Paris had come to destroy the place.
They were desperate, agitated, and some even attempted to storm the guards.
As the gunshots followed the stern warning, Finn Baker, with a heavy heart, copied down the moment, recording it in its entirety.
"Please be quiet, my fellow countrymen!"
Just then, Finn saw a man calling out loudly from the crowd; his appearance was exactly the same as that of the local natives.
Lost in the vast sea of stars, the native inhabitants of the pilgrimage planet, cut off from their home planet and civilization for millennia, are shorter and stronger than ordinary humans.
Their body proportions are similar to those of a normal human, but they are more muscular and look quite dangerous and robust.
Most of them had rosy faces, while a very few had dark red complexions, making them look as if they had been constantly soaked in blood.
Finn Baker noticed the guy and the hidden differences he discovered.
The local pilgrims around him seemed to surround and protect him, keeping those around them at bay.
Many of the guards relaxed their watch over the area, merely shoving and shouting symbolically to stop it.
This immediately made Finn Baker realize that something was wrong.