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Chapter 159 Why Are You Still There? (Two in One)

The Obsidian Blades, a Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines, were founded by a dueling champion of the Legion during the reign of Guilliman, and the chapter took its title from the obsidian two-handed broadsword wielded by the champion.

The galaxy where they are stationed is therefore called the Obsidian Galaxy.

The thousands of observable star systems centered on this galaxy all have toxic radiation from stars of unknown origin, and the invasions of green-skinned orcs are endless, which makes this star region quite dangerous.

However, because it has a large number of precious rare metal deposits, as well as certain civilization relics that are of great interest to various forging worlds, this star field has considerable value for both Ultramar and the Mechanicus.

As a result, the Obsidian Blades, a sub-regiment of the Ultramarines, were chosen by all parties and ordered to be stationed here.

But even Space Marines would suffer irreversible damage over time from prolonged exposure to the toxic radiation in this sector.

The flesh will begin to wither, lifespan will begin to decline, and then the flesh will begin to rot.

One of these was their first Chapter Master, Servius Scaevola, one of the Ultramarines Legion's dueling champions.

"I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, I would still be able to see such a scene."

Servius' tone seemed a little distorted after being transformed by the Contemptor's fearless sound array system.

He looked up at the space outside the star port.

The glorious Queen of Glory sailed into the star port, and behind them was the endless combined fleet.

The mountains are stacked one after another, and even watching the fleet moving forward in an orderly manner makes people feel an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Such a military force made Servius's consciousness feel a little dazed.

It would be great if the father of genes were still alive.

As a member of the Ultramarines Legion who stood out with his combat prowess even in the highly talented group, Servius fulfilled his duties well and guarded the Obsidian Star Region for century after century.

He received the news that Dracula was killed and the Father of Genes was seriously injured and could only sleep in stasis.

He received word of the passing of Ionid Hill, and of the sergeant's memorial in Macragge.

He witnessed the final Primarch, Rogal Dorn, vanish among the stars, marking the end of the era of the Primarchs.

Until one familiar face after another left, their traces could no longer be captured in Star Language.

Until the poisonous time finally defeated him and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

He gave the rest of his time to the future, hoping that one day he could devote his final moments to the responsibilities entrusted to him by the Primarch.

[Two years ago in the Terran calendar, twenty-six orc tribes were annihilated or left. Star domain threat level: low.]

[The transport channel is clear, and the Obsidian Blade remains stationed.]

This was the last news the Chapter received. He was not supposed to wake up at this time.

However, the Chapter's Stasis Stand was unexpectedly damaged, and no matter how much effort the Techmarine expended, he was unable to put the Dreadnought back to sleep.

It was as if some force was preventing him from falling asleep.

"Sir, we will definitely find a way."

The current Chapter Master of the Obsidian Blades, Sextus, said this, but the expression behind his Terminator helmet was extremely sad.

The Elder's body was unlike most Dreadnoughts; it was intact, but it was constantly decaying, a decay that even the Astartes' life force could not prevent.

If you cannot fall into deep sleep, you will soon die due to the decline of your physiological functions.

“This is for all of us.”

Even though the sound coming through the grille was a bit harsh, his tone still revealed his determination.

"For the whole Chapter."

Nearly six hundred Astartes of the Obsidian Blades stood in the honor guard outside the star port. They also had four companies roaming swiftly within the star zone, escorting transport fleets from all sides.

They also received an urgent request for assistance from Macragge, and the Chapter will dispatch 300 Space Marines to support Macragge.

In a corner hidden by the Forge Temple, the technical sergeant is leading his team to prepare. Next, he will participate in a redemption expedition against the orc tribe in the Obsidian Star Zone.

No one forced him, it was his own choice.

"I never thought I represented the entire Chapter, boy."

Servius withdrew his somewhat dazed gaze. He felt that if he had the opportunity to join this expedition, it would not be bad to wait for death to come.

"And if this is my destiny, then I will be ready to meet it."

They all knew what the expeditionary fleet was here for. After all, the source was unknown, and the expedition that seemed to have been launched from Baal on a whim caused chaos on Terra for a while. Even their isolated regiment had received warnings from Terra.

Servius, who was unable to sleep during this period, also participated in a series of government affairs of the Obsidian Sword.

After all, whenever he planned to do some rehabilitation exercises for soldiers, these juniors would put on an expression that said, "If you do this today, I will go on an expedition of atonement tomorrow."

At the beginning, Servius was very dissatisfied with the lack of changes in the Obsidian Star Field. The living environment of the regiment's home planet had not improved. Since he entered the sarcophagus, the construction of the anti-radiation isolation zone inside the galaxy had completely stopped.

But as he carefully observed the history of the empire over the past ten thousand years, he soon felt relieved.

These kids are not wrong. What is wrong is this damn galaxy, the damn Mechanicus, and the damn Terran government.

And that damn Chaos.

"Sir, why has our empire become like this?"

Servius murmured to himself. From the moment he finished reading the history of the empire and began to handle government affairs, he realized what the era he lived in should be like.

Then he spoke:

"In the past, I was a weapon in the country founded by the Gene Father. If I can offer my own insignificant support amidst the ruins of the empire, even if that's all, I will lead by example."

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The Chapter Master remained silent. Ever since the Fearless Elder woke up and learned about the current situation of the Empire, he sighed the most and gradually developed a desire to die.

He could keenly sense that this staunch warrior who had guarded the star field for the empire for thousands of years was already planning to commit suicide.

This made Sextus extremely disappointed, and he thought that the elders were dissatisfied with their current situation.

He didn't understand why this was happening, after all, the universe had been like this since he became a Space Marine.

The Chapter Master then sighed and asked the priests to go and greet the representatives of the expeditionary fleet. This fleet had brought a lot of supplies of relic vehicles to their Chapter. Keeping them waiting for too long would not make them feel good about the Obsidian Blade.
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In front of the Obsidian Blade's monastery is a large terrace, shielded by radiation shielding equipment floating above the track, providing it with maximum protection while also fulfilling the duties of an orbital defense platform.

"41% of components have been depleted. Estimated time to failure: 251 years."

Great Sage Kaul gave a kind reminder as he walked across the starport in this dark technological age.

He is assisting the time travelers in deciphering the technology.

Kaul's ultimate experience accumulated over time can well complement the cognition of the time travelers, enable them to decipher their abilities more accurately, and enable them to dig out more secret technologies from a series of equipment.

Since the two parties reached a certain degree of technology sharing agreement, during an inspection of the casting world, both parties realized their complementarity in this regard.

If we work together, we can all have enough food and clothing, right?
Those who have tasted the sweetness naturally pursue higher efficiency and gains, and the time travelers are also happy to learn.

No one is more expert in this area than the Magos of the Mechanicus.

"Can it be repaired?"

Arthur asked.

"Yes, it's not difficult actually."

Cawl keenly realized that the sages of this star region did not seem to be performing their duties well.

This was a common situation; sages as dedicated and committed as he was were rare. Since losing the noose around their necks, the Mechanicus had become increasingly unscrupulous.

"I'll ask Romulus to communicate on my behalf."

Feeling the deadly chill coming from his side, Arthur raised his hand, and then several figures disappeared and began to investigate the whole incident.

The Mechanicus really needs to get some attention. Refer to the production capacity of these guys during the Indomitable Crusade launched by Guilliman in the future, and compare it with the data of the Empire in the past ten thousand years, and you will know how perfunctory these people are in helping the Empire with weapons production.

After communicating with the members of Steel Wing, Arthur also felt that deterrence was necessary.

Unfortunately, the legion is not strong enough now, so we can only start with these technical sages.

But first adjust the size and accumulate experience.

Anyway, according to the technical training model of the New Human Empire, no matter how hard we try, we have to give the oil guys a big beating before they will stop.

Cawl remained noncommittal. It was a good thing that someone was willing to supervise the Mechanicus. These fools had caused him trouble more than once.

He even felt that letting the sage involved disappear from the world was too easy a way to die.

Their modified parts should be removed, their bodies exposed to the atmosphere of the Forge World, and then they should die under the gaze of countless sages, returning everything they plundered to Om Messiah. This is the punishment they deserve.

Then he stopped.

Because Arthur also stopped.

Still, Kaul didn't want to get too close to the knight.

Arthur suddenly noticed a commotion ahead.

Among Obsidian's team, a Dreadnought clashed with Dracus.

"Dracus!"

Servius, who was looking at the expedition team with a nostalgic face, showed an expression of disbelief the moment he noticed the Invincible Iron Guard, and then pounced on the figure that he felt extremely familiar with like an angry tiger.

Almost no one expected this sudden attack. With Arthur's advance notice, except for Ramses who promptly activated a cognitive modification barrier to prevent some people from hearing things they shouldn't hear, Karna and Romulus did not take any action.

clang!
Macragge's Axe blocked the greatsword that the Contemptor's Fearless was swinging towards him. Dracus was surprised, and then when he noticed the obsidian on the blade, he showed a look of surprise.

"Servius, is that you? Are you still alive?"

"Alive, of course I am alive, or do you think there is any orc warlord in the Obsidian Star Region who can kill me?"

The decomposition force field crackled, just in time to block the next sweep of the obsidian blade. Dracus took a few steps back and then got the obsidian sword stuck.

The Iron Cavalry and the Fearless were stuck together in a strange stalemate.

This should have been impossible.

How can the Terminator wrestle against the Dreadnought?

"I received word of your death. You and all of you perished in the Warp. Ionid brought back the Primarch, and he died as well."

Servius was undoubtedly a master of swordsmanship. Even while controlling the bulky dreadnought, his attacks were still continuous under his exquisite control.

"But here you are, with your power—"

The sword's momentum continued uninterrupted, roaring fearlessly.

"Which master do you serve? Why are you still here? Why are you still here?"

"I can explain everything I know."

De La Cruz replied calmly, without a trace of panic in his steps.

"very good!"

clang!
There was another collision, and the two took a step apart.

Servius gave his old comrade a chance to readjust.

A second later, he swung his sword again.

"Let us speak with our swords!"
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The Fearless fought against the Iron Cavalry.

Out of duty, the Invincible Iron Guards immediately raised their weapons and pointed them at the Obsidian Blade Astartes to prevent them from taking any extreme actions.

The Obsidian Blades also aimed their grenade launchers at the battle brothers of the expeditionary fleet.

The two sides immediately became hostile, but fortunately there was no accidental firing.

Because no one is very clear about the situation.

The troops under the Expeditionary Fleet were impossible to corrupt. Those who had surrendered to Chaos would be exposed in less than a second under the Emperor's light. The Obsidian Blade did not look like a traitor.

"Battle-brothers of the Obsidian Blades, I am Grand Marshal Ledotus of the Black Templars. Could you please tell me what is going on?"

Ledotus looked at Romulus, and after asking for permission, he immediately put away his weapon, left the team, and asked Sextus.

He had some vague guesses, but they needed to be verified.

"Brother Ledotus, I am Sextus, Chapter Master of the Obsidian Blades. I don't know what happened, but the elder seems to know that lord."

Sextus replied immediately, feeling relieved.

It seems that the other party is also full of reason.

Senior citizens.

Ledotus immediately asked, "Ten thousand years ago?"

"Yes, ten thousand years ago."

Sextus was also surprised as to why the other party could make such a connection, but he nodded in agreement.

This is not something to be ashamed of; it is their honor.

Other regiments can’t even envy them.

"I understand."

Ledotus nodded and waved his hand, and the expeditionary fleet behind him immediately put away their weapons.

The sharks, painted in lead black, were a little disappointed.

Since they joined the expedition fleet and have lacked nothing, they have rarely robbed people. They are in urgent need of someone who is not very smart to help them get used to it, otherwise they will almost forget how to survive outside the domain.

Meanwhile, Ledotus was also surprised.

It’s fine that the Carcharodon Regiment has a thousand-year-old Dreadnought, but how come this low-key sub-regiment also has one? Do these sub-regiments like to hide things?

He pursed his lips and swallowed the corrosive acid secreted by his salivary glands.

In the past, the Sons of Dorne were plagued by genetic problems, and very few had the opportunity to enter the Dreadnought, and a thousand years old was considered old.

Of course, there is no need for them to be envious now.

The elder has decided to stay in the Black Templars.

After all, since learning about the current situation of the Imperial Fists and the specific conditions of Terra, none of these elders wanted to go to Terra and cause trouble.

Looking back at the solemn mountain guards, Ledotus' eyes were filled with smiles.

They have a large team!

(End of this chapter)