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Chapter 409 Dark Angel's Traditional Skills
It is common knowledge that listening to one's father is ingrained in Astartes' genes.

Where Are We Going, Dad? is a traditional show for Space Marines.

No matter who it is, although they may not be able to deliver a rapid-fire monologue like some heavyweight contestants, they are still deeply affected by it, and even the rebel legions cannot escape it.

Except for the Dark Angel.
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'Time Key Star' in near-Earth orbit, Silent Oath

The Dark Angels fleet, which was tasked with taking immediate action should the conflict spiral out of control, remained around the ship for an extended period.

Zabril, Evka, Roh, Kai, Gareth, and Galad, all highly respected figures personally welcomed back by the Lord of Knights, core members of various monastic orders from ten thousand years ago, walked side by side in the corridor, almost obscuring the shadow cast by Azrael at the front by the lamplight.

Since the unexpected incident from the Great Stone Fortress was reported back, these old guys, who are usually so laid-back that they don't compete or fight, and who either show off in front of their juniors or stay in their rooms feeling sentimental and occasionally laughing for no reason, have taken over the nominal new generation of leaders.

reason--

The current High Master of the Dark Angels Chapter, Naberius, was captured by the Eighth Legion's Midnight Lord, the Demon Prince, during a raid. The chapter banner and the Lion King's Helmet were lost, and the Stonehold Fortress summoned its subordinate chapters to hunt him down.

The focus is not on the former battle group leader.

The key point is the various forces involved behind the scenes.

The Nurgle Legion, the Black Legion, the Dark Mechanicus.

At the same time the chapter commander was captured, the forces of the three aforementioned factions, which had been harassing various parts of the Misty Starfield, began to consciously rely on feints and surprise attacks to drive and force the Stone Fortress to move towards a specific area.

The Stone Fortress urgently needs reinforcements.

Everyone looked solemn.

For decades, under the leadership of the Knight Lord, the Dark Angels have been carrying out ideological reforms on the Dark Angels Chapter and its subordinate chapters in a relatively gentle manner.

This includes, but is not limited to, interfering with the recruitment of new recruits, re-educating new blood such as Azrael, systematically structuring and reviewing past secrets, objectively organizing the entire incident, gradually winning over various inner circle members in a gentle manner, changing the inner circle's atmosphere, and preparing for the infiltration of The Rock throughout the process.

More and more Dark Angels have accepted a more stable environment where they won't be killed for some inexplicable secret. The infighting among them has gradually shifted from a means of survival to a personal hobby, more like a shared culture within the legion, serving as a kind of anti-counterfeiting mark.

The Knight Lord, who always keeps an eye on the legion members, leads them to win honors everywhere, without having to deal with those secret missions all the time.

While leading his fellow soldiers in battle and sharing his experience, he also provided technical assistance to various regions and spread his goodwill far and wide.

Upon their return, they will receive public commendation, and the names of the fallen will be engraved on the eternal monument of Dawn Star. Their deeds will also be immortalized with the existence of the Legion.

He managed to save face and retain his honor, living the life of a true big brother.

Time passed slowly, and the Dark Angels Chapter's inner circle was increasingly infiltrated, gradually disengaging from almost all its sub-chapters, leaving only a dwindling number of fanatics to do their own thing. The conquest plan for the Stone Fortress was also pushed down version after version and became more and more perfect through Flamewing's repeated planning.

But nobody was in a hurry.

Because it's good enough now.

There's no need to rush; they're always prepared and getting better with time.

Nearly a century has passed, and they have almost forgotten the fortress that bore the pain and shame of countless dark angels.

but now!

As Kai's question echoed down the corridor, someone secretly tightened their grip on their sword hilt.

Their past has come to light.

No, it's just a boulder.

The fabric scraped against each other's shoulder armor as Belial, who was accompanying them, gripped his ceremonial sword tightly with one hand while subtly scanning his surroundings.

Such a display of force, coupled with their overly cautious attitude, left the young Deathwing Grandmaster quite perplexed.

Shouldn't this be a good thing? The time has finally come when they must reclaim control of the Stone Fortress; the true battle is on this day.

'I'll only ever be a Deathwing in this lifetime.'

Azrael, who was walking at the very front, sighed.

It was no secret that a lion was buried in the boulder; everyone knew this after joining the leadership.

However, Lion King's personality is far too aggressive compared to Guilliman's, and coupled with his awkward positioning, he's not a high priority for Dawnwing. They need to wait until Dawnwing has stabilized its base and has an army they can directly control before attempting to awaken him. Otherwise, disagreements might arise over issues like the Dark Angel himself, which could lead to unsightly conflicts.

The above is the Knight Lord's follow-up explanation after he explained the Lion King's current situation.

Even the transmigrators, after careful consideration, felt that it was better to delay the awakening of the Lion King than to do it too soon. After all, the environment was still quite harsh at that time. Not to mention that the Dawn Star Sector was still developing and putting out fires everywhere, Arthur himself was already quite a big deal, holding the Dark Angel with a thunderbolt in his hand.

Putting aside Azrael, he didn't hold a high position at that time.

These old men were all in favor, afraid that the Lord of Knights might change his mind later.

Now they have no choice but to go and rescue the Stone Fortress, and these people look reluctant to do so.

Blow up the boulder directly?

Someone gritted their teeth and simply made a hand gesture.

A group of people immediately started punching him.

The Lion King, however, did not deserve such a punishment.

But should we welcome the Lion King back?

Even after beating them up, Kai and the others still looked gloomy.

For a knight, saying something against his conscience is the hardest thing to do.

Ignoring this minor incident, Azrael spoke up to remind him:
"You must not make decisions on your own; everything shall be decided by His Highness."

Everyone nodded solemnly, suppressing their surging emotions no matter how unwilling they were.

They cannot make decisions for His Highness.

Just as His Highness would never make decisions on behalf of all of them without authorization.

The Lord of Knights always held them to the standards of an Astartes, not a Primarch.

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Azrael observed the reactions of the elderly, exchanged a few glances with them, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't personally experience that extremely aggressive era. After all, according to the Lord of Knights, they were the same age, so it's best not to live too old.

However, we can glean some insights from past documents and the reactions of these elderly people today.

According to historical records, when the Lion King visited Macragge, he spoke with Guilliman from below, while the Dark Angels on the ship clashed over whether the Lion King was loyal or not, as the latter had been harboring the Eighth Legion Primarch, Koz.

Real weapons and real guns.

Recently, there's been another example. On the other side of the battle group, Ezekiel, the great mentor of the think tank, was sent to a static position after being reported. He stubbornly refused to speak out, yet he refused to believe anything and insisted on forcing people to confess.

In the past, let alone being able to speak up here, he would be lucky to even have boarded this ship alive.

Azriel slowly withdrew his gaze, and immediately felt a heavy sense of mission.

He was a fresh face, without the grudges and burdens of the older generation, so he could make a judgment without the deep-seated hatred between them.

The past was bad, the present is good.

We must never allow that kind of old-fashioned atmosphere to reappear in the legion.

As you ascend the stairwell, stepping onto the pure white marble steps illuminated by the lights, the overlapping black and red armor stands out strikingly.

Azrael led them through the doors into a gleaming hall facing the stars.

The hall is circular in the center, with twelve round tables facing each other around it, collectively guarding the throne that sits alongside them.

Upon approaching, the Lord of Knights was standing on the windowsill covered by the starry sky, chatting and laughing with his brother.

He would never allow it.

(End of this chapter)