In the end, Lion El'Jonson could only use the simplest way to appease these soldiers who had been wandering for a long time.
That is, they will fight side by side with him, and all of them will have the honor of being elite personal guards.
But it can be seen that Zabriel is not very interested in this reward. He just checked his Bolter with his hands, trying not to make eye contact with Lion El'Jonson.
Lion El'Jonson stared at Zabriel for a long time, turning his head with a stiff face. He felt angry at Zabriel's indifference, but he also had some understanding and sympathy for his current state.
The two emotions collided fiercely, and Lion El'Jonson's brain almost shut down. He could only find another way to vent, so he turned his back to Dark Angels and gave them low commands.
"Azmodai, please follow Cypher for the time being."
"What! Asking me to fight side by side with a dirty and evil Fallen Angels!!!" Azmodai, who was lucky enough to save his life in the hands of Lion El'Jonson, resisted fiercely. The black rosary he regarded as a treasure disappeared, which was a symbol of his success in making Fallen Angels repent.
As for where the black rosary beads went, I naturally have to ask Lion El'Jonson.
After waking up from coma, Azmodai still did not change his resentment and anger, and continued to accuse Lion El'Jonson of being the biggest Fallen Angels.
After hearing these remarks, Chapter Master Azrael lived in fear all day long, fearing that the next second he would be stared at by Lion El'Jonson's eyes full of disappointment.
In the end, it was Lion El'Jonson who made Azmodai remain silent. He stood in front of Azmodai, kicked Azmodai down like a bully, took away the latter's cherished black rosary, and crushed it to pieces.
When the rosary was broken, Azmodai was extremely ferocious. The spirit that was considered abnormal by the whole group's senior management became even more insane, and he rushed towards Lion El'Jonson regardless.
Azmodai rushed towards him, but Lion El'Jonson slapped him back.
He rushed in again and pulled back again.
After going back and forth like this, Azmodai was panting and his face was red and swollen. He could only lie on the ground and breathe weakly. Lion El'Jonson shook his palms and turned around and left without saying a word.
Azmodai looked at the powder of black rosary beads and couldn't help but shed tears.
"Ugh... black rosary... my black rosary..."
Since that day, Azmodai has calmed down a lot. At least he won't point his finger at Lion El'Jonson's nose and scold him.
As for why Lion El'Jonson spared Azmodai, who had repeatedly offended his dignity, Dark Angels's senior executives all had their own thoughts, but no one dared to share their thoughts with other brothers.
"Just do what I ask you to do! Do you have any objections?"
There was no need to look back, he just raised his hand slightly. All Azmodai's objections disappeared. He moved silently and walked behind Cypher.
The battle was about to begin, and Lion El'Jonson was waiting for the opportunity. He was a little impatient, tapping his fingers on the hilt of his sword to send a communication to Roboute Guilliman.
"Roboute Guilliman, has your transfer been completed?"
"Hurry up, lion! Don't be in a hurry."
Roboute Guilliman had a smile on his face, soothing Lion El'Jonson's mood. When the call was disconnected, he immediately showed a helpless and disgusted expression, then he frowned and tried his best to suppress his anger and asked behind him.
"This is what you said is the key to quickly breaking the war situation?"
"Yes, the great, glorious, majestic, handsome, sacred the Emperor must support Lord Roboute Guilliman."
This last description sounded like a curse, but considering that he was facing a gentleman Adeptus Mechanicus who was known for his mechanical thinking, Roboute Guilliman chose to ignore and tolerate it.
The blood pressure has a tendency to explode. Roboute Guilliman pointed at a battlefield image and asked.
"What do you think their combat advantage is?"
Upon hearing this, Master Adeptus Mechanicus was very proud and puffed out a large stream of steam, and then talked eloquently, "Since ancient times, fighting for the commanding heights has been indispensable in battles. To be more serious, some battles are prepared around the commanding heights. So we thought, if the commanding heights are so important, why don't we create a mobile commanding heights? In this way, our army will always have an absolute advantage."
"So you built this thing?"
"Yes, great..."
Seeing that Master Adeptus Mechanicus was preparing to curse Roboute Guilliman secretly again, Roboute Guilliman hurriedly raised his hand to tell him to stop talking. He just tore off the battlefield image and crumpled it into a ball of waste paper.
"So you just let the troops walk on stilts?"
"Sir Roboute Guilliman, your words are a bit inappropriate. The scientific name of that great thing is: long and short range telescopic, rapid high altitude battlefield strengthening logic equipment."
"That's stilts! You just covered them with iron and added a retractable function!"
Mr. Adeptus Mechanicus was silent for three seconds. Just when Roboute Guilliman thought he understood his mistake, Mr. Adeptus Mechanicus emphasized it again in a dull and mechanical voice.
"The scientific name of that great thing is: Long and short-range telescopic, rapid, high-altitude, battlefield-strengthening logic equipment. You will make Machine Spirit unhappy."
Adeptus Mechanicus's explanation did not make the situation better, but made it worse. Roboute Guilliman wiped his face violently.
He began to miss the time when he communicated with Rogal Dorn, a stone wall.
"Expandable stilts, what a stupid act! Not even Orks would do this! The dignity of the Imperium of Man army is being trampled on by your little toys!"
"That is not a small toy. It is a reinterpretation of the great meaning of Machine God. It is an external display of mechanical truth. According to our calculations and data integration, the combat efficiency of Skitarii strengthened by such a magical thing has increased by 45% on the planet Dosi 198-4."
"That's because the enemies you're fighting are fucking wild beasts..."
Roboute Guilliman sighed deeply, and his anger towards Master Adeptus Mechanicus turned into deep helplessness.
Imperium sent a conscription order with the highest authority in preparation for this war, requiring troops with outstanding military exploits to gather at designated locations.
Considering the size of Imperium and the complexity of the situation, there are actually no rigid standards for the selection of troops with outstanding military achievements. As a result, the strength of the troops is uneven.
Some legions even climbed out of the caves and came to the battlefield with their ancient and cumbersome mysterious fire guns.
In addition, the Imperial Army team has never had a unified naming method for the army, and the names of many legions are quite deceptive and confusing.
I can't blame them... I have to blame myself...
Roboute Guilliman thought to himself that after spending a long time with Big Canteen's elite and efficient troops, he felt that he had been spoiled and had forgotten how heavyweight Imperium was.
"Okay, okay, I get it." Roboute Guilliman raised his hand and signaled Master Adeptus Mechanicus to step back. He had no hope for this stilt unit with a cool name.