Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 492 There is an inland sea! There is a Senate! And the Praetorian Guards...

"So, have the two masters of the original body discussed the issue of [consumption]?"

"Well, they both fully exchanged views and had a cordial and friendly conversation."

"……Then what?"

"Respect the other party's suggestions, be concerned about the other party's needs, and reserve opinions on other matters."

"……The results of it?"

"Your Excellency Morgan wanted to establish a comprehensive strategic partnership with our Gene Father, but the Primarch seemed to have little interest in this: in the end, they only reached a verbal agreement to initially establish a comprehensive partnership."

"...You have really changed, my brother Dantioch."

"There's no way: If you don't understand these, you can't understand the Legion briefing of the Dawnbreakers. And if you can't read that damn newspaper, you will miss many policy changes in the Far East Frontier: the Dawnbreaker Legion is very bound to the Far East Frontier. Deep down, some of their internal political changes can really affect thousands of imperial worlds."

The war blacksmith shook his head helplessly. Instead, Kyle Valen, who was standing next to him, seemed to be very interested in Dantioch's words: As a very [traditional] Iron Warrior, it is difficult for Kyle to imagine These are the stakes as told by the War Blacksmith.

"Influence, how?"

The Captain of the Iron Warriors was very interested, but the War Blacksmith didn't seem to have an in-depth discussion on this topic. He waved his hand and gave an example casually.

"For example, if the legion briefing starts to promote [such and such a sector has been the territory of human civilization since ancient times], then it means that a new recovery operation is about to begin, and military resources will definitely be tilted, and my big The battalion must also prepare the next tactical action in advance based on this change: this is the simplest and most straightforward technique."

"...But I don't understand."

"Don't you understand? That's right!"

The war blacksmith smiled bitterly.

"It also took me almost twenty years to figure out some skills. The difficulties are more difficult than you imagine: everyone said that when the Emperor created twenty legions of Astartes, Different talents are given to each legion. I think the talent of the Dawnbreaker legion is probably... politics?"

"So what is our talent?"

Kyle Valen said to himself.

The war blacksmith was silent for a moment.

"Consumption?"

The next moment, there were two people smiling bitterly in the corridor.

…

Dantioch chose a very clever way to avoid the dangerous eyes outside the large conference room: with the tacit approval of the Lord of Avalon, he pretended to help the Primarch explain some of the details of the expedition, and successfully The delay lasted until his genetic father led the trident and left the conference room first.

This little trick worked very well: after the Lord of Steel ran over him in the corridor, almost all the Iron Warriors who dared to stay here had already run far away. Dantioch looked at the empty corridor, But I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort in my heart.

Only Kyle Valen still stayed there waiting for the War Blacksmith, because this was the task assigned to him by the Primarch. At the same time, Kyle also had some personal doubts in his heart and wanted to discuss them with Dantioch. Fan.

As for the core of the discussion, it was naturally the Lord of Avalon whom Dantioch never specifically mentioned in his past correspondence, but could not avoid.

"Speaking of that lord, I've actually been wanting to ask you a question, Dantioch."

"……explain?"

The war blacksmith stopped and pretended to listen carefully. He intended to have a good relationship with his battle brother: after spending decades on the far eastern frontier, Dantioch could no longer be seen in the Fourth Legion. How many familiar faces there are.

After all, he is almost dead.

In this regard, the Iron Warriors Legion maintains a high degree of coordination with their home planet Olympia: every time the men on Olympia change a generation, the Iron Warriors Legion soldiers almost also need to change a generation.

Among the few remaining acquaintances of Dantioch, Kyle is already the one with the most reassuring abilities and character: considering that after this expedition is over, the War Blacksmith will most likely return to the Far Eastern Frontier and continue to accept The additional troops from the Gene Father, then, instead of taking over the good seedlings in Perturabo's eyes and then facing the unknown hidden dangers of these people, it is better to take the initiative to identify reliable candidates in the legion, and then use the Spider Queen or others to Some way to pull them to Avalon.

That's what Dantioch thought.

The reason for doing this is not that the war blacksmith has any extra thoughts. Although he has been immersed in the Far Eastern frontier for decades, the war blacksmith has vaguely had some unique ideas of his own, but these ideas are like water in the pool. It was as blurry as the moon, lacking an opportunity to inspire him.

He just instinctively felt that some places on the Far Eastern frontier were indeed better than the Iron Warriors. If he could learn from them, it would be beneficial to the Fourth Army: therefore, he needed more help to assist him.

Kyle Wallen is good.

"I heard them say that those Avalonians would call Lord Morgan [Queen]?"

"That's right."

The war blacksmith nodded, facing the eyes of the battle brothers, he recited the words like water.

"The Empress, the Grand Marshal, Augustus, Ibrahimovic, the Chief Senator of the Legislative Council, the Chief Justice of the Judiciary, the Chief Member of the Great Council, and the Tribune of the Territory and the Mother of the Federation: in short, these are the details. Speaking of which, there are hundreds of meritorious positions and honorary titles.”

"But generally speaking, she is more commonly known as [Queen of Avalon] in private situations. Although this title is not recognized, in any authoritative public situation, Her Excellency Morgan's legal title does not include the Queen. One position.”

"……Why?"

"The reason is very simple."

The warsmith spread his hands.

"Do you know what the full name of the Far Eastern Frontier is, Kyle: [Led by Avalon, the federation of autonomous republics in the Far Eastern Star Territory and the Eastern Frontier of the Galaxy], in a legal sense, it is a large republic that follows a democratic system. In name, The highest power in the world is in the hands of the Great Council formed by mortal elites. Mr. Morgan is only authorized by the Great Council to serve as the [Dictator] of the entire Far Eastern Frontier, that is, a lifelong supreme dictator."

"Legally, she has always ruled the entire Far Eastern Frontier in this capacity. Although we all know that this status is no different from the Queen herself, in public, Avalon is a federal republic. From ancient times to the present, it has been Not many people can be emperor in the Republic."

"..."

Kyle was silent for a moment. He obviously did not understand the method involved. This simple and simple Iron Warrior could only raise what seemed to him the most obvious question in his shallow political concept.

"But you will still call her Queen, right?"

"That's right."

"People like those of Avalon will also call the Far Eastern Frontier [our sea]."

Dantioch nodded.

"is there a problem?"

Kyle smiled.

"The problem is: what we live in is just an [Empire], and what we are loyal to is just the [Emperor], but a Primarch is actually called [Queen], don't you think this title is too unfair? A bit blasphemous?”

"Is it blasphemous?"

Dantioch asked with a smile.

"Think about it, Kyle, the empire only has a dozen primarchs, but among these primarchs, they have produced including but not limited to the Lion King, the Phoenix, the Wolf King, the Angel, the Gorgon, and the Wolf Shepherd. God, the Lord of Fire Dragons, and the father of the Thousand Sons who actually has red skin, and many other figures: Which of these people do you think is not blasphemous? And which one is in line with the truth of the empire?"

"Compared with them, queen is actually a very loyal word, isn't it?"

"...I can't tell you..."

Kyle smacked his lips and did not dwell on the topic anymore. He instinctively noticed that the current Dantioch seemed to be very different from the taciturn and reliable brother in his memory, but he did not dislike the current Dantioch. A war blacksmith who can talk endlessly, he is just a little uncomfortable: could such a talkative demeanor and strong subjective emotions actually appear in an iron warrior?

What exactly did Dantioch go through on the far eastern frontier?

The company commander of the Fourth Legion began to be curious about this question, and quickly began to think about the Lord of Avalon who could not be circumvented, the Far Eastern border under her governance, and then thought of those...

Kyle raised his head, and he found that Dantioch was staring nervously at a bulge in the corridor: If he looked carefully, wasn't that the door to the lounge? I saw the head of a young warrior poking his head there, looking at this gloomy battleship with some curiosity.

The moment he saw Dantioch walking towards him, the reckless boy immediately stood up straight and saluted him: Kyle nodded approvingly, even though it was just a simple action, but he was here The so-called new blood of Salamas saw something in him that the recruits of Olympia would not see.

Should I say...energetic?

Compared to the Olympians, these Salamasians are more like young people.

"Gilbert."

Beside him, the war blacksmith summoned the reckless recruit, lowered his voice, and whispered the introduction in Kyle's ear: there was unconcealable pride in his voice.

"Gilbert, the recruit I personally recruited in Salamas is also the one with the best talent and temperament among all the recruits. I plan to train him well. He at least has the potential to become a trident."

Kyle raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, and listened quietly to the conversation between master and disciple.

"How's it going, Gilbert?"

"Everything is as per your instructions, Your Excellency."

The voice of Salamas's new blood is as hot as the sun.

"Some members wanted to take this opportunity to visit the [Iron-Blooded], but we discouraged their actions: I think that as the team leader, you will lead us to visit when necessary, but before that, we need to follow Your order."

"……very good."

Dantioch nodded and looked the disciple up and down.

"Have you ever thought about going together?"

Gilbert's smile was a little shy.

"Of course I have thought about it, Your Excellency: But I personally think that since you asked us to wait here instead of visiting on our own, there must be a deep meaning. I believe in your choice, and I also believe that our legion will not let us down."

The Warsmith was silent for a moment.

"What about those Dawnbreakers? Did they say anything to you?"

"No."

The new blood of Salamas shook his head.

"Some of us have asked the seniors of Dawnbreaker about the situation of the Fourth Legion and the Iron Blood, but they said that it was also their first time to come to this battleship, and they had previously cooperated with the Iron Warriors. Not many, so I don’t know much about the Fourth Army.”

"That's it..."

Dantioch sighed with emotion. He captured the scene behind Gilbert: he only saw the figure of a veteran of the Dawnbreaker Legion emerging at the door of the lounge. He nodded towards the war blacksmith to show understanding, and The war blacksmith cast a grateful glance.

This is also what Dantioch admires most about the Sons of Morgan: although these guys are generally aloof in daily life and always like to raise other people's blood pressure in weird places, when it comes to business, they will always They are the most reliable helpers. Unlike their battle brothers who are full of glory or loyalty, Morgan's descendants are willing to help anyone they can without compensation, even those mortals.

In silent emotion, the war blacksmith gave a few more instructions to his closed disciple, and the topic between them naturally turned to the upcoming expedition: Kyle on the side always listened very seriously.

"So, Lord Dantioch: The mission of our Fourteenth Battalion in the next expedition is to serve as the backbone of the Dawnbreaker fleet and the Iron Warriors fleet. This means that we need to work with Dawn at the same time. and our legion to fight side by side?”

"That's right."

Dantioch nodded.

"Mr. Morgan promises that she will mobilize a personal guard regiment to assist."

"That's it."

Gilbert laughed.

"A personal guard regiment? There is no fortress that we cannot defeat: do you know which regiment it is? Should we take the initiative to contact them next to discuss the coordination issues in the expeditionary operations?"

"It's the second [Pale Riders] Legion."

The War Blacksmith patted his apprentice on the shoulder as a sign of respect.

"As for the contact issue, I leave it to you this time, Gilbert."

"Promise to complete the mission!"

The sonorous voice of the new blood of Salamas almost spread throughout the entire corridor. Then, he saluted again and quickly returned to the lounge, as if he was about to devote himself to a new mission: He was obviously fully armed, but his footsteps In Kyle's eyes, he is so diligent.

"SS? What is that?"

Kyle was a little confused.

"A class belonging to the mortal auxiliaries of the Far Eastern Frontier."

"Mortal auxiliary army..."

Kyle laughed.

"Are they worthy of your excitement and making such a fuss? They actually want to contact you before the war. Brother: Our Fourth Legion's tradition is not to always throw these mortal auxiliary troops directly to the front line when a war breaks out. Going?"

"They are different."

Dantioch shook his head seriously, and he looked at Kyle calmly until the smile on the battle brother's face gradually faded, and he realized how serious the War Blacksmith's words and attitude were at this moment.

"Are you serious, Dantioch?"

"certainly."

The war blacksmith smiled, and then he took a step forward, slowly moving forward in the corridor with his battle brothers. This deserted environment was perfect for chatting about some secret topics.

"You know, Kyle: Due to the difficulties that the Dawnbreaker Legion has always had, it has to recruit a large number of mortal auxiliary troops to fill certain vacancies in tactics. I think this is not a secret."

"Of course it's not a secret."

Kyle nodded.

"The Second Legion has the largest mortal auxiliaries of all the Legions Astartes, and the second largest fleet, after the Imperial Fists Legion: but their pitiful numbers make all the difference, most of the Imperium People don’t take these two advantages seriously either.”

"Yeah, they do."

Dantioch laughed sarcastically.

"But I won't: I have been on the Far East border for more than forty years. I have seen with my own eyes how the Lord of Avalon built this huge country within a country from scratch. I also know this country very well. its few shortcomings and numerous advantages, as well as its vast war potential."

"I can even tell you this, Brother Kyle: Avalon's mortal auxiliaries are its most underestimated strength. You can't imagine how well the Lord of Avalon has armed her mortal servants. I even doubt that all of them combined could take on more than two Legions of Astartes."

"This is also a bit exaggerated."

Kyle smiled, not believing it at all.

"……Maybe."

Dantioch shook his head and continued to tell what he knew.

"Due to my position, I have been working up and down over the years and have come into contact with every stratum of the Avalon Mortal Auxiliary Army. To put it simply, Your Excellency Morgan divided her Mortal Auxiliary Army into roughly four strata: They are the Border Guard Corps, the Field Corps, the Guards Corps and the most powerful regiment chosen by the Queen."

"Sounds like Imperial Militia, Mortal Auxiliaries, Astartes and Custodes?"

"……almost."

The war blacksmith hesitated for a moment, then nodded suddenly.

"Among these armies, the largest one is naturally the Border Guard Corps. They do not refer to a single branch of arms, but a general term for a large number of messy armed forces: including garrison troops in various worlds, fortress world garrison troops, and space station troops. Security personnel, members of the legal department and armed police in the hive, even retired veteran security forces, recruits with military ranks who are still in training, and private Rogue Traders who can be recruited when necessary, and countless others I didn’t mention the paramilitary groups.”

"In general, the so-called border guards are a hodgepodge. Their combat effectiveness is naturally uneven. The combat effectiveness of the garrison stationed in the outer world and the fortress world is considerable, while those of the new recruits, armed police or the Ministry of Justice Although the members are quite capable, if they are rashly dragged into the battlefield, it would be tantamount to asking them to die."

"However, the combat effectiveness of most border defense regiments is firmly superior to the mainstream mortal auxiliary armies in the empire. I once heard Mr. Conrad call them [IG], and they basically have qualified logistical support. , as well as complete military training, it is not impossible to use it in times of crisis."

"Sounds good."

Kyle nodded.

"Don't the mortal auxiliary troops under our command also do this kind of work?"

“But the level of eliteness is very different.”

Dantioch sighed.

"Further up, there is the field corps: this class is the formal military organization within the Far East Frontier. They all have their own establishment and complete personnel files, as well as sufficient logistical supplies. They are responsible for most military operations in the Far East Frontier. It is the main force that we need to rely on, and we can also rely on it when fighting against riots or opponents who are not out of the ordinary.”

"The equipment and training level of the field legions can be fully guaranteed. Although there may be slight differences between them, according to my experience of fighting side by side with them, the combat effectiveness of the vast majority of field legions can reach the level of the sun. Standards of the Auxiliary Army: And because they are responsible for patrols and mobile operations, these field legions are very adaptable to large-scale wars in the galaxy. Even on battlefields where the Astartes are the main force, they can also fight in those times. Strike in key areas and be responsible for guarding supply lines or flanks."

"Sun Auxiliary Army..."

Kyle nodded, seemingly acknowledging the power of the so-called field legion.

(Point out one point: The combat effectiveness of the Sun Auxiliary Army is far less evil than what is said in various encyclopedias. The so-called exchange of several Sun Auxiliary Army for one Astartes is more of a myth. The Sun Auxiliary Army accounts for the largest share of the entire Mortal Auxiliary Army. One-quarter to one-fifth, they are not an all-powerful elite force, they can only be said to be the most elite military organization that the empire can spread out to the greatest extent.)

"So according to you, the Praetorian Guards at the top are the stronger army?"

"No, completely different."

The warsmith shook his head.

"The Guards Corps and the so-called Field Corps are completely different things from two different worlds: the Guards Corps is more of a class than an army. All the members of this legion were created by Lord Morgan in the process of establishing the Far Eastern Frontier. The new class supported is also the core rentier class in the entire Far Eastern Frontier. The names of each of their members will be specially recorded in the archives on the "Dawn Goddess". Their equipment is responsible for and trained by a dedicated casting world. They are led by the Astartes and also have specialized psychic troops and Ogryn troops. They will enjoy special preferential treatment both before and after their lives, and their heirs and descendants will also receive priority in the election of the Astartes. quota.”

"These Guards Corps can completely fight against powerful enemies in combat, such as the large-scale Green Tide or even the Eldar. Even after they retire, they are still the lords of the newly reclaimed world, or the senior leaders in the political system of the Far East frontier. Official: In short, these Imperial Guards are the interest group that Mr. Morgan relies on most when he rules the Far Eastern frontier. They are the foundation of this huge country within a country, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to protect this country."

"As for the Queen's personal guards, they are the most terrifying power selected from the best among the Guards Corps: simply put, each of the Queen's personal guards must undergo transformation surgery designed and improved by the original gene. They Their weapons and equipment are completely comparable to those of the Astartes, and the training and education they received are also those of the Astartes. When the Dawnbreakers are insufficient in strength, they are regarded as a force that can replace the Dawnbreakers."

"In fact, the vast majority of the Queen's personal bodyguards are in the Astartes campaign and can meet the physical requirements. The only unfortunate ones who cannot adapt to Lord Morgan's genetic seeds are those who have undergone transformation surgery. He can be considered a [Half-Astartes]."

"Except for a few special circumstances, the Queen's Guards have been following Lord Morgan's main fleet to operate together. Many of them can be active on the [Dawn Goddess] for a long time, and even have one there. In the permanent room, they were trained to have the same glory as the Dawnbreakers, and they have always flaunted and demanded themselves with such glory."

"If I have to describe it..."

"The field legion is able to act as the starting point on the battlefield of the Legion of Astartes. It is responsible for guarding the subsequent supply lines and flank defense lines, and confronting the enemy's second-line troops, but it cannot invest the power of the front line."

"The Praetorian Guards can serve as the main force to fill the front and defend the front that makes the Astartes feel anxious, so that the Dawnbreakers can draw out their strength and form more mobile combat troops: they can Confronted with the enemy's main force, but unable to confront the enemy's most elite force."

"As for the Queen's personal guards?"

"They are mortal forces that can keep up with the battle rhythm of the Astartes and charge with the Dawnbreakers. In fact, they do this in almost every battle. Basically, the Astartes can do it. Even if we call in a few more of the Queen's personal guards, this army has enough courage and ability to fight to the death with the best of the enemy."

"This is the most straightforward difference."

"..."

"According to you, the power of these mortals cannot be underestimated: the role they can play on the battlefield is even comparable to that of us Astartes?"

"...Are you serious, Dantioch?"

Dantioch looked around with a smile. He saw Kyle's face. His friend obviously didn't believe his words. In response, the war blacksmith patted Kyle on the shoulder and said: A long-planned invitation.

"Kyle, if you want to know..."

"Then why don't you fight alongside me in the rest of the expedition?"