Making a Name

After explaining everything, Curze left the military camp with his brothers.

"Now I finally understand how tiring it was for my Uncle to educate us," Talos exclaimed sincerely.

"Yes, Uncle was just an ordinary person back then, yet he managed to educate a bunch of Gang like us into Judges," Sevatar chimed in.

"The Boss, where do we go next?"

"There's nothing much going on at the military camp for now, let's go see the Great Sage Helbut."

As Technical Mentor accompanying the army, he was one of the two pillars of the Nostramo Evolutionist Cult.

The Archmagos's primary task is to arrive in Terra and establish contact with the Adeptus Mechanicus.

However, according to the Evolutionists school of thought...

The Great Sage Helbott might, upon meeting them, immediately unscrew the heads of those mechanical freaks and melt them down to make screws.

Perhaps they weren't so radical at the beginning.

But after he learned Necron Technology from the Archmagos Angrak, they discovered that the current Adeptus Mechanicus was a bunch of ignorant bastards.

Because Necron Technology demonstrated to them the accuracy of technological development and its potential for future breakthroughs.

But what is the Imperium's Adeptus Mechanicus doing right now?

They would frequently pull out those suffocating Sacred Oils and so-called Scriptures, and kowtow loudly to the machines.

However, in the history of Evolutionists mechanical use, there has never been a case of mechanical malfunction.

If no matter how you try to fix the machine, the last resort is to Wrench your way into its engine.

This method proved to be very effective, far more so than any Prayers.

Because they firmly believe that human evolution does not require excessive mechanical modification, and the use of machinery does not require excessive religious interpretation.

From its very inception, machinery has had only two requirements.

Simple and efficient.

"We should indeed go see the Archmagos, but before that, we might need to inform our cousins."

After saying this, Cyrion vanished and reappeared behind a Space Marine.

"Cousin, if you want to join the army, you can certainly apply."

Swish!

The Dark Angels felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end.

When did this guy discover himself?

They didn't undergo Astartes modifications, so why do they possess such keen insight? And why do they act so silently?

That's impossible!

The secret must never be revealed!

Swish!

Clang!

He had just drawn his sword when a dagger was placed against his wrist, holding his hand firmly and preventing him from pulling the sword out.

That's incredible power.

But he looked so thin and weak.

Yes, Cyrion looks very thin.

Compared to the muscular hunks of modern Space Marines, Cyrion is actually quite thin.

Or rather, none of the entire Eternal Night Justiciar Legion looked as big as them.

Even Agrid, the largest of them, was only the same size as them.

Given the same height, they have lower muscle mass.

However, they are more muscular and stronger.

"Cousin, your breathing is too heavy. Shall we talk?"

"This is a secret, not to be discussed!"

"What a stubborn person."

The Dark Angels didn't even see Cyrion's movements before he fainted.

A deep dent remained on the neck of his Ceramite armor.

"The Boss, what should we do with this guy?"

"Since the Big Brother isn't here, how about we hand him over to the seventh brother?"

"Hey, Sigismund, my the Boss wants you to take this guy away."

?!!!

When?!

Sigismund was completely stunned when he heard Sevatar's voice.

When did Sevatar discover him, and when did he appear behind him?

This is completely unreasonable!

No, or rather, it's very strange!

He's First Company Captain, not just a lowly soldier in the Dark Angels.

"Stop guessing. I knew you were following us from the moment we started walking towards the camp. But you're more composed than that guy; at least you didn't let your footsteps slip."

"Ahem, cousin, I just..."

"I know, I was just passing by."

Sigismund's face immediately darkened.

Since you noticed me from the beginning, and now you're saying I was just passing by, doesn't that make me look stupid?

Sevatar said it was nothing.

After all, my Uncle taught me.

The most important thing about being a person can be summed up in two words.

Decent.

"So, do you want this person? If not, how about giving him to the Blood Angels, or White Scars? Or Space Wolves? Or Salamanders?"

The journey from Curze's return to his way to the military camp was quite lively.

The situation was even somewhat dramatic.

When the Dark Angels arrived, he hid very well.

Then came another person, a Space Marine from the Space Wolves. When he arrived at the hiding place, the first thing he saw was not the interior of the Eighth Legion, but the Dark Angels in front of him.

Originally, the two of them wanted to have a good competition before deciding whether the secret needed to be kept, or who should keep it.

Just as they were about to make their move, another person appeared— Salamanders.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment. Just as the Salamanders was about to offer some advice, a Blood Angels suddenly appeared.

Before the three of them could finish a sentence, an Imperial Fists appeared, and it was a heavyweight Imperial Fists.

Sigismund.

After looking at each other, they could only reach a tacit understanding.

The Dark Angels remains in the same position; the others should find their own spots and avoid being spotted.

But clearly, they were still discovered.

To their surprise, the person with the White Scars also showed up.

And we didn't run into them.

But it's okay, people with White Scars have also been found.

In conclusion, they did not lose face.

"I will report the Primarch."

Sigismund left with those words and took the unconscious Dark Angels away from the scene.

When Sigismund took the Dark Angels away, he glanced at his overall condition.

Then Sigismund was completely stunned.

That Judge from the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion dented a piece of Ceramite with a single hand and precisely rendered an Astartes warrior unconscious.

This precise control over power is terrifying.

If he were an Assassin.

That would be everyone's nightmare.

In fact, when Trazyn was training Cyrion, he was training him to be a top-tier Assassin.

I wouldn't dare say it's possible to assassinate Primarch, but below the Primarch, as long as it's combined with some of the Necrons's amazing technology, such as Phase shifting, it's quite possible.

Cyrion's dominance in the field of assassination will be absolute.

"I've only been back for a couple of days, and it's already going to get lively again."

As Curze watched the group sneak away, he knew very well that the Justiciar Legion had to flex its muscles now.

We can't hide it anymore; if we do, it's just hypocrisy.

My Dad also taught me that the most important principle in being a person is honesty.

What?

You said your Dad taught you too many important lessons?

Therefore, one should be flexible in dealing with people.