Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"They are transformed from the scum of hell, locked in armor, long swords and smooth faces, calling themselves angels. They have worn masks for a long time, but they don't know that their cruelty and ferocity have seeped out like blood. - The Ninth Legion"

Nasir Amit met the Primarch once.

It was at the end of a counter-insurgency war, and it was also not long after the blood gene fell silent in the ghoul army within their bodies.

This genetic bloodline that was born to be cursed gave the nickname of their legion to their heads.

Ghoul.

The son of the Ninth Legion has a handsome face and fair complexion, and is carefully crafted like a masterpiece of a master craftsman.

Even Nasir Amit, who once had this elegant name casually taken from High Gothic, this mutant kid who was dug out of the embarrassment created by the technological barbarians, has no culture and no The lowly mutated human beings with character, who lived on the flesh and blood of other weak people, were also transformed under the cruel transformation of the pharmacist, and transformed into a noble warrior with an impeccable face, even more sophisticated than most legions, possessing indescribable abilities. The beauty of forgetfulness.

But this beauty is useless. They are basically a collection of exiles, captives, and mutants, and what truly established their terrifying reputation was their behavior after the war, wandering among the corpses on the battlefield, drinking the blood of the dead, and eating the flesh of the dead. .

They lay gracefully on the ground, tore off the blood vessels and muscles of the deceased, and pried open the head shell that protected the brain. They used the contents as food and drink, feasting on them to satisfy the need for blood food for their particularly developed gene detection nerves.

They were glorious in appearance, but covered in blood. They were thrown into the most dangerous war zone, consumed in the fierce battle, and turned into monsters more terrifying than their opponents.

Even her perfect appearance was eclipsed in the blood.

This is the mission given to them by the Emperor, this is part of the Emperor's plan.

After the rumored Iron Warriors Primarch Perturabo returned to Terra for the first time, their genetic problems were miraculously alleviated, and their desire for flesh and blood was reduced and suppressed within the genetic spiral. They could have breathed a sigh of relief from the bloodthirsty brutality.

But the Ninth Legion still served as a ghoul to the Emperor.

Because they are loyal to their mission, and because they have long been known as corpse eaters, there is no way to change the past.

Therefore, when Nasir Amit received support from the Imperial Fists after a fierce battle in which he gnawed on corpses to survive, he was indeed prepared to be supported by the outspoken and stubborn Stone. Preparation for criticism by Roger Dorn.

But not Roger Dorn.

"I would like to hear your opinion, Ninth Legion," Rogal Dorn said, calmly looking at the beautiful face of the Ninth Legion's commander, "Why should you eat your enemies bloody? This is not in line with the Empire. The concept of imperial expedition.”

"We won." Their legion commander Osuran said, unable to grasp the scale of his words.

Osuran had long planned to respond to the accusations of this tall and golden primarch with the most concise and cold attitude, with disgust in his heart - disgust for himself.

He was ready to explain their brutal methods of destruction, adept at finding hasty justifications for his brutal, alien-like behavior.

If Rogal Dorn rebuked them, he could say all these words, then turn around and walk away, returning uneasily to the Glorious Queen-class battle barge "Daughter of Darkness", in that cold and boring gray battleship Inside, eating the flesh and blood of his dead brother.

Rogal Dorn stared at him, then turned to his Legion, his light blue eyes filled with contemplation.

Amit waited for the Primarch to stand behind the moral slogans of the Great Crusade and judge them so that they could end this farce sooner.

"You..." Rogal Dorn said thoughtfully, "I will not accuse you. Because I can't change your situation."

Amit, like his battle brothers, looked up in surprise at the Primarch in the golden light.

"But I don't like you." He continued, his words rumbling like rolling stones, straightforward and straightforward. "I can't stand your style, and I won't accept you drinking blood and eating flesh in front of me. So, you guys leave, and the Imperial Fists will take over this battle."

"Yes, Lord Primarch." Osuran's aggression was nowhere to be released. He said dryly, still unable to believe that the Primarch would let them go like this.

"I will not erase your merits," Rogal Dorn frowned, and then announced, "The military newspaper will truthfully record what we both did. Loyal warriors, you can go."

After a brief thought, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist added: "When your Primarch returns, let him teach you well."

From then on, every time he chewed his brother's body in the crypt of the Gray Daughter, feeling the memories and emotions stirring in his heart, Nasir Amit would always think of that unexpected day.

Let your Primarch discipline you. Rogal Dorn's words formed multiple echoes in his ears. Through the hearing of every battle brother who died and was present, they were layered in his memory, forming a scar that was almost a brand. Dorn's loathing was grounded in justice, leaving the ghoul army unable to even exonerate itself.

Then he thought of the Primarch they had never met, and wondered what kind of man he was.

What would they do if... what if their Primarch, like everyone else, looked down upon his Legion and despised their ways? If he abandons them and hopes to cultivate a new noble team, where will they go?

Or, at least, like Rogal Dorn by chance, he disliked them and simply tolerated them - a leniency enough for a Primarch they did not belong to, but not their genetic father.

After the Legion Master died several times - resurrected from his flesh-eating battle-brothers - Nasir Amit was given a second chance to meet the Primarch.

The battle that unfolded on Nisander was violent and swift, and the planet rejected the benevolent light of the Empire, and the ghouls descended upon the planet's surface. The desperate resistance of millions of people was fleeting under the attack of the Astartes, which gave all the struggle and pain an absurd quality that is not worth mentioning.

"We died in battle, but we defended our freedom." A prisoner spoke to them, which made Osuran so disgusted that he even stopped eating him. Maybe this was a trick the prisoner of war used to preserve his body.

Amit kills a man, tears off some muscle from the other person's body neither quickly nor slowly, and tastes the memory of the other person. The deceased bid farewell to his loved ones in his memory. Again. always like this.

The communication channel suddenly sent some information, which was completely unexpected, and the reason was not explained.

Horus Luperkar and his Luna Wolves descended on this destroyed planet.

"Immortal Nine, gather together." Legion Commander O'Suran gave the order coldly and tiredly, followed by a beacon at the gathering place.

Amit put down the body in front of him and interrupted the unfinished blood ritual. Why did the respected Son of the First Return come to the door?

Soon, Amit saw the Wolf Shepherd God. His armor was like pearls, his face was like a stone sculpture, and he was full of energy. Behind him is the transport plane of the empire, engraved with countless golden threads and documents, emphasizing the brilliance of the empire.

Horus Luperkar strode towards them, not hiding his observation and curiosity, nor showing any disgust at what they were doing. There was a more superficial joy that diluted the seriousness of Horus, and the wolfskin fluttered with the cloak on his shoulders.

"Are you Legion Commander Ishdur?" Horus said kindly, looking down at the leader of the Ninth Legion, "I have good news for you."

Osuran stood ready.

Horus did not care about the seriousness of the legion commander, and his words almost broke down the spiritual defense that the legion commander thought was extremely strong - in an unexpected way.

"Father found your Primarch," he said cheerfully, "Sanguinius of Baal. Originally, father wanted to let me take him to learn the knowledge of the Empire for a while, but he said he wanted to see his son now. ”

He shrugged his shoulders, "Clean up the battlefield and prepare on your ship, Immortal Nine. Follow the Luna Wolf and we will go to Baal."