This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 187 They are the First Legion
The Crimson Paladin will transfer experience to the Weeping One.

The Lamenters Chapter will take over the duties of the Crimson Paladins in the future, which will lead to cultural exchanges across millennia and modifications to various elements of the Chapter, such as paint schemes and special emblems.
Next, the warriors of the Lamenters will need to adapt to the new model of equipment under the guidance of the Dark Angel.

The Silent Oath will send apothecaries to train the Lamenters. After the trained apothecaries receive detailed information on the modifications, the Chapter Master will decide whether to accept the original Forged Space Marines for modification.

The commendation ceremony concluded amidst a mix of emotions from all sides, ranging from subtle feelings to envy and well wishes.

Inside the Dawn Fleet, various factions gradually became busy.

In the pharmacist's passage, a 'dark angel' is pushing a transport device carrying gene seeds forward.

The first phase of Astartes modification finally began after repeated selections, which included the modification of the Blood Angels and the Dark Angels.

'But they never expected that Hydra's venom had already seeped into them.'

As he walked down the corridor, a strange voice echoed in the mind of the 'Dark Angel'.

He was supposed to be nurturing the seeds of those two warbands with glorious histories, but the creation he was transporting was clearly not one of them.

'.'

A few doubts arose in his mind, and the 'Dark Angel' frowned, sensing something was amiss.

Reality gave him no chance to doubt.

dong dong dong.
He quickened his movements slightly as he pushed the gene seed, and a strange silence enveloped him as he looked around.

Phew!

Two men restrained his limbs, while one of them thrust a combat knife through his skull.

The lights were bright, illuminating the dead body, and in an instant, the splattered blood and the corpse were wiped away.

Click——

After being connected to the gene seed system and successfully authenticated, Hydra breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to the beautiful sound.

The Dark Angels had noticed the intrusion into the medical system early on and quickly identified the Alphas.

The so-called transportation mission was nothing but a trap; whoever took it would die.

'But they never imagined that Hydra's venom would never be of only one type.'

The gene seed of the Alpha Legion itself has a strong ability to disguise itself. Apart from the Space Wolves and Holy Blood Angels, other legions have difficulty detecting anything unusual.

But it doesn't matter, they just need to blend in with the Dark Angels.

Only minor professional adjustments are needed.

During this period, as his authority increased, he was able to intervene in more and more matters and had already obtained a batch of Dark Angels' genetic data.

After the data entry was completed, even professional gene testing instruments could not detect the problem.

A team of more than ten people escorted them into the elevator.

The genetically modified seeds intended for fishing will not be used.

But it doesn't matter; all he needs to do is input the genetic data.

As for the rest——

As Hydra watched the floors rise higher and higher, a calm smile graced his face.

Just leave it to him to set up, which he has already completed long ago.

Click~
The next moment, the elevator shaft opened, and the storage tank with the replaced gene seed was pushed in. Hydra's calm smile froze instantly.

In the wide passageway, in addition to the expected pharmacists, there were twenty Dark Angels dressed in MK10 power armor standing silently in front of them, watching them intently.

'Unexpected.'

Hydra narrowed his eyes and began to assess the other party's identity.

The shoulder armor lacked the silver trim representing the angel of salvation, and the ciphers on the armor indicated that they were the Iron Wings, a unit responsible for technological research.

The signals from within the Dark Angels did not indicate the activities of this group of Ironwings, meaning they were carrying out a secret mission unknown even to him, or perhaps—

A guess flashed through her mind, but Hydra quickly dismissed it. She only had one chance; the information absolutely could not be leaked unless the other party could prove their identity.

In a split second, he made his decision, his right hand slowly gripping the combat knife.

Clang!
Swords and guns were drawn simultaneously. The Alphas did not hesitate, or rather, reality did not give them the opportunity to hesitate.

kill!

"We are Alpharex."

At this tense moment, Evka spoke up.

The sound was very unique, unlike any language in the empire today. It was more like a hiss made of scales grinding together, a sound that no human tongue could produce.

Hydra's movements stopped abruptly.

Savoring the strange flavor rising in one's consciousness, this special code unique to Alpha, used to activate the hidden personality, cannot be faked.

His gaze swept around, constantly gathering intelligence from his dark angels.

To reiterate, he has very high privileges and can access most of Dark Angel's systems.

'There are anomalies, some real, some fake, mostly to wear down the Dark Angels' energy.'

The information reported by his 'colleagues' flashed through his mind, and Hydra looked at the group of Ironwing with a hint of appreciation.

They are very professional.

Although AlphaRies will still be exposed as a result, it is enough as long as the objective is achieved.

Although they didn't know what Alpha's purpose was.

But it doesn’t matter.

"We are the Dark Angels."

Hydra decisively pushed the storage tank away.

The metal container slid across the table, making a cold, grinding sound.

[Gene seed retrieval complete; report submitted to the Knight Lord.]

The pharmacist in charge of the rendezvous looked at Evka, the shadows cast by the light just obscuring a few insignificant lines.

Having received the answer, Grand Master Ravenwing nodded and then stepped directly into the elevator.

The two sides gathered together and remained silent, with only the faint sound of the servo motors emanating from each other.

Click~
The sound of the elevator doors opening again broke the tense atmosphere. Both sides stepped out in unison and parted ways in the direction of their respective monasteries.

[Flamewing has completed its analysis of the combat patterns of each battle group, and the Broken Sword Guild has begun simulations, gradually adapting to the battlefield situation of the modern era.]

[Hurricanewing has completed processing the 'Son of the First Return's' office in Tarasa. Identity replacement is complete, and initial verification has been successful.]

Twenty dark angels marched in formation, their figures appearing and disappearing in the crisscrossing lights of the corridor, like ghosts wandering between reality and shadow, providing information for those in the dark.

The joint point for the steel wing is just ahead.

"We are the Dark Angels."
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Steelwing conducts research, while Deathwing sharpens its blade.

Dreadwing forges its body, Flamewing integrates tactics.

Hurricanewing launches assaults, Ravenwing gathers intelligence.

They are soldiers, agents, commanders, and researchers.

They are a complete and independent military system.

They are the First Legion.

If it has a thousand faces, it is proficient in everything.

　P.S.: Waaaaah, thank you so much Ragnarous for the generous donation! I'll definitely work harder, waaaaah!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)