After the light faded, a company of the Solar Auxilia had completed the implantation of thought stamps.
They remained in their original formation, holding their original weapons and equipment, but the spirit they naturally exuded had undergone a complete elevation.
Human selfishness and desire had been suppressed and erased, as though all impurities had been washed away, leaving behind only utterly pure and unwavering will.
Before Lox, they seemed like a steel blade that had been reforged into a perfect whole. They shared one will, one goal, one faith. Nothing remained in their eyes but resolve and reason.
The loyal thought stamps had fused with their already steadfast wills, elevating them to an entirely new level.
"The Seventeenth Solar Auxilia Corps is ready, my lord. Please give your orders."
The veteran's voice was as calm as a freshly lubricated machine, carrying an unshakable composure.
The Tech-priests present suddenly realized something was wrong. These mortals had, in an instant, become more like machines than they were.
Every movement and every glance was as uniform as if they were one person. That sense of rhythm and cadence, like a perfect machine, was precisely the ideal pursued by the Mechanicum.
Yet they were astonished to discover that what they still sought had already appeared within these mortals.
Pollux, the leader of the Imperial Fists, was even more solemn. He was shocked by the transformation the Solar Auxilia had undergone in such a short time. The conviction and awareness they displayed surpassed even many young Imperial Fists warriors.
As the intensity of the war increased, the Imperial Fists had also been forced to rapidly recruit and transform new personnel. Yet those replenished Imperial Fists, lacking the refinement and cultivation of Legion culture, fell short of the original Seventh Legion in both combat ability and