Young Dark Angels

"Nova, make arrangements so that when the lads from the First Legion are operating with Lion El'Jonson, they can coordinate with their movement speed as much as possible."

"And most importantly, we need to get them to tone down their tempers. Lion El'Jonson of this era isn't the same as the Lion of the 30K era; he doesn't have that much drive."

"Sir, don't you need me to lead the team?"

Nova had initially thought he would be leading the operation, but now it seemed the Father of Night had other plans for him.

"With your combat strength, if you cooperate with the First Legion, then the First Legion will be out of the picture."

"Don't even mention you, the Dark Angels you brought are already powerful enough."

This is mainly because Lion El'Jonson's credit score is already negative.

Injecting Aequus stem cells directly 30K era —such an astonishing feat could probably only have been conceived by Lion El'Jonson.

Although Nova wasn't afraid of this approach, the Huangpizi of this era was uncertain.

Even the Huangpizi from the 30k era were remarkably anthropomorphic.

In this era, the Huangpizi, although the forces associated with the Black King have been burned as firewood.

However, having sat on the Golden Throne for so long, coupled with the amplifying effect of the Golden Throne's Psychic Power...

The Emperor's own Psychic Power is now so great that it can directly influence reality regardless of time and space.

If the Emperor himself were to intervene directly and unleash a Psychic Power brick, Nova would likely be in serious trouble.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, it's best not to let Nova get involved too early.

We should at least wait until the Primarch is able to arrive before making any decisions.

"Understood, sir. I'll arrange it right away."

Half an hour later, about 20 young people stood in front of Lion El'Jonson.

"Honorable Legion Primarch, the Special Support Squad of the Dark Angels salutes you!"

Dark Angels Special Support Team?

Lion El'Jonson was a little surprised by the squad leader's words.

"Aren't you from the Eighth Legion?"

From beginning to end, Lion El'Jonson believed that they were all members of the Eighth Legion.

"My lord, that is not the case. This time, in order to support the Father of Night, we, as the vanguard, have sent personnel from each Legion."

"Every Legion?"

"Yes, there are people in all eighteen Legions of the Imperium of Man."

"And we are the elite force of the First Legion."

"So you're from Caliban?"

Lion El'Jonson never expected that he would actually see Caliban's Scions here.

Thinking back, it really brings back fond memories; back then, Caliban was a Planet.

The current Caliban has been designated by the Father of Night as a key figure in the Grand Cycle.

"Reporting, sir, we are of the Nostramo-descended!"

Nostramo-descended?

For Lion El'Jonson, who had just woken up and then encountered warriors from the First Legion of another world, this was a new term.

Could you tell me more about it?

"My lord, there is only one reason why we, as Nostramo people, are qualified to join the First Legion."

What is it?

We are good enough.

Tsk.

This answer was full of arrogance, and it's no exaggeration to say that the aura emanating from these twenty-odd people was quite striking.

How outstanding are they?

Even Lion El'Jonson had to admit that the Dark Angels standing before him were far more energetic than the Scions in the Rock.

Although the First Legion Corps was disciplined and even somewhat rigid in its actions.

However, if Legion lacks its own internal drive, the entire Legion will become stagnant and self-sufficient, which is a very dangerous situation.

Clearly, the First Legion of this era has been driven somewhat mad by those so-called secrets.

This small team of about twenty people caught Lion El'Jonson's eye, so he decided to give them a try.

Do you know Alajos?

Alajos?

When Lion El'Jonson heard the name, he was somewhat dazed. So many years had passed since anyone had mentioned this name.

The brother who died for him.

"Of course I know that, he's excellent."

"If we use Commander Alajos as the standard for measuring combat strength, each of us here could take on five Alajos."

What kind of novel method of measuring combat power is this?

"Really?"

"My lord, we wouldn't have come here if we weren't strong enough."

Lion El'Jonson nodded and asked no further questions. He and his Legion were now heading to the Orks Front, where the best test would be found.

"I won't say more, lads, let's see who's the best on the battlefield."

"Yes!"

After a period of sailing, Lion El'Jonson led the young men to the Rock, Azrael met Lion El'Jonson and the Space Marines behind him.

"Sir, are these the Recruits you've hired?"

Azrael carefully observed the young men behind Lion El'Jonson; their Power Armour was painted in the First Legion's colors and was clearly a model from the Great Crusade era.

"These aren't Recruits, Azrael; these are our reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?"

"Yes, they originally came to support the Father of Night, but the situation on the front lines is tense, so the Father of Night has reassigned them to the First Legion."

"You're preparing to reorganize and take over; they'll then serve as the spearhead to break through the battlefield situation."

Since these young people claimed to be very strong, Lion El'Jonson was eager to see just how strong they really were.

"Yes, sir!"

After Lion El'Jonson left, Azrael carefully examined the young people.

Then, unsurprisingly, he assigned these young people to the outer ring.

"Commander Azrael, I have a question."

"You should state your name before asking a question, soldier."

"Sir, you can call me Statham. I have a question."

"Please speak, soldier."

"Why weren't my brothers and I included in the Inner Circle? According to the deployment of relevant personnel within the First Legion, my brothers and I are fully capable of taking on the responsibilities of the Inner Circle."

"Statham, what are you saying?"

"Commander Azrael, don't play games with us. We are Dark Angels too."

"Oh?"

Azrael was keenly aware that this was yet another new secret.

The people in front of me looked very young, but they said they were from the First Legion.

Moreover, the fact that they were personally brought here by an adult proves that they are very powerful.

This piqued Azrael's interest; he was determined to know the other party's secret.

After this point, Azrael began to contact his comrades in battle using the Dark Angels' unique encrypted method.

They weren't going to conduct an interrogation; they just wanted to extract information using some unobtrusive, conventional methods.

[Gentlemen, if you want to know anything, you can ask directly. There's no need to hide or be secretive.]

With a major battle imminent, I do not wish to delay our operations because of your secrets or your curiosity about them.

!!!

Azrael abruptly turned to look at Statham, his eyes wide the Boss.

"Don't look at me like that, sir. I just told you, we are also Dark Angels, and we know some of the unique communication methods that Dark Angels."

"You stole the secrets of the Dark Angels?!"

"If a combat channel code that the 20th Legion could easily crack can be called a secret, then..."

"That means the First Legion is doing worse and worse."

"What did you say?!"

"Sir, we're about to go to the battlefield. Put away your tactics of isolating newcomers and subtly probing them to extract secrets."

"We were sent by the Father of Night to support you, and also to keep an eye on you."

"If I find anyone on the battlefield delaying their mission because of some so-called secret, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"You little brat!"

Bang!

Boom!

Statham arrived in front of him with a speed that Azrael could not comprehend, and immediately threw a punch.

Azrael then began to slide backward.

"To put it more simply, if you want to kill us on the battlefield, you'd better bring out the Dark Age of Technology."