Sigis... Dumbfounded (2)

"We old Nostramo people have been training with our the Boss, the Legion Primarch, ever since the liberation of Nostramo."

"You just asked me what we adapted to, and my answer is that I, and we, adapted to the Primarch's speed."

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Upon hearing this answer, Sigismund's first reaction was to refuse to believe it.

Are you kidding me? The Primarch is Demigod of the Imperium of Man.

How could Space Marine possibly keep up with the Primarch's speed?

"How about this, bro, you watch our match replays first. Maybe you can learn a lot from them."

"Good."

Then, Impetus showed him videos of the Thirteen-Person Group's daily training sessions.

For the next period of time, Sigismund stayed in the training field, repeatedly watching those videos.

At first, his thought process was: if it were a friendly sparring match, could he win?

The answer was that his win rate was less than 1%.

Then Sigismund had a very dangerous idea.

What if they met on the battlefield?

Almost the instant this thought crossed his mind, his subconscious gave him another affirmative answer.

They are certain to die.

Yes, there's no exaggeration involved; it was certain death.

For two weeks, Sigismund didn't leave the training ground; he just kept watching those videos.

Two weeks later, he finally emerged from the crowd, but instead of seeing Impetus, he met Defensio, who had come to fetch him.

"Sigismund, I heard from Impetus that you haven't been doing well lately, so I came to check on you. How are you?"

Sigismund looked at Defensio, who had come to pick him up, and couldn't help but feel curious.

What is Defensio's skill level?

Or, to put it another way, what is the benchmark for the abilities of the Thirteen-Person Group, such as Defensio?

"Defensio, what I'm about to say may be presumptuous, but I urgently need to know the answer."

"It's alright. As long as it makes you feel better, I'll tell you everything I know."

Sigismund took several deep breaths and voiced his doubts.

What is the strength level comparable to the Thirteen-Person Group? And what is the strength level comparable to the Evernight Legion?

Defensio hadn't initially thought the question about Sigismund was particularly difficult.

He even considered that if Sigismund asked about some of the Legions ' combat capabilities, he might be able to reveal some of them to him.

It's irrelevant anyway; the other person won't use it even if I tell them.

After all, it's very difficult to understand something like the Necrontyr technology if you don't start by learning the basics.

But to Defensio's utter surprise, Sigismund asked a question he couldn't answer, or rather, a question he didn't know how to answer.

"Old West, you truly live up to your Legion Primarch's favorite Scions; the questions you ask are just as sharp as his own."

"If this involves the internal secrets of the Eighth Legion..."

"No, no, no, we are not the First Legion. The Eighth Legion has no secrets."

"But the question you asked has left me a little confused."

"Confused?"

"Yes, because as of now, whether it's the Thirteen-Person Group or the Big Brother's Retinue Army, there's no specific standard for our strength."

"There are no specific standards?"

"Let's put it this way, Sigismund, do you think even the strongest elite Adeptus Custodes can keep up with the Boss's speed?"

Hiss!

Defensio's simple question sent a chill down Sigismund's spine.

How many of the most elite members of the Adeptus Custodes could keep up with the Primarch's speed?

"Then wouldn't you be invincible?"

"Hey, you can't say things like that."

"What's the meaning?"

"At the very least, we can't beat Uncle's Private Guard. Those old men are too tough, and their gene upgrade programs are completely customized, so there's no way to effectively counter them."

"The Father of Night's Private Guard?"

"You know Old Kamon, right?"

"Know."

The old gentleman who often wandered around looked quite robust.

According to the information he received, the old man was actually Thunder Warriors.

"That old guy is incredibly strong; I, a technician, certainly couldn't beat him."

"Even a troublemaker like Aequus can be completely tamed by Old Kamon."

Okay, okay, that's better now.

The Evernight Legion's fighting power was already beyond Sigismund's comprehension, but now Defensio has brought out something even more incomprehensible.

Sigismund was completely dumbfounded.

"Brother, tell me the truth, where does my current strength rank in the Evernight Legion?"

Hearing Sigismund ask this, Defensio felt a little embarrassed, because the words were rather hurtful.

Please tell me the truth, brother.

"Alright then, I'll tell you in the most honest, direct, rigorous, and straightforward way."

"Your current strength is on par with Slazov's."

"Machine Gun Slazov?"

"Yes, that's him," Defensio said. "Slazov has made a name for himself, a leading figure in Terra anti-corruption campaign. Not bad."

In all the gangs that operate in the underworld, being able to make a name for oneself in the martial arts world proves that one's prestige and strength have reached a certain level, and can be considered an outstanding gang member.

What is Slazov's strength within the Evernight Legion?

"He is the first-term Reserve Regiment Commander of the Evernight Judges Legion, Two-Time Distinguished Sergeant, and Myriarch."

"Don't underestimate him. In the first two selection competitions for Myriarch, only thirty people were chosen from fifty thousand candidates."

"He's Reserve?"

"There's nothing we can do. The Evernight Legion started with 5,000 people, and it still has 5,000. To date, they've only added one spot."

"Who?"

"Nova Space, the Boss personally selected him."

Sigismund made a mental note of Nova's name, but he was more curious about Slazov.

"Is that Slazov, the one we went to buy the house with?"

"Yes, that's him. Back in Old Nostramo, he used to resell land. Now it's New Era, reselling land is illegal, so he's switched to selling houses."

Forehead...

I want to see him.

"You can rest for a while. In a couple of days, it'll be the day for their batch of demobilized personnel to undergo intensive Reserve training. You can talk to him in detail then."

"Career-Transition Training?"

Sigismund heard another very novel term.

"Yes, after all, there are just too many Reserves, and the Legion can't manage them all."

So my Uncle said back then, "There are too many people, if it really doesn't work out, let's switch careers."

Boom!

The Sigismunds were dumbfounded.

If what Defensio said is true.

That means anyone in Nostramo could be Reserve of the Evernight Legion —how powerful would that be?!