Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

It wasn't that the Dark Angels were vain, but rather that ground forces were ultimately no match for an enemy with air superiority. If a large number of Stormbirds couldn't kill the opposing Bear gunships, then the Land Forces and Brutal Blades on the ground would be even less likely to do so. If time dragged on, defeat was almost certain.

"These Bear gunships come from the Space Wolves," said Corswain.

"Huh?!" Zhuang Sen raised his eyebrows.

"And according to the information provided by Lord Morris, this time, they bought it." Corswain was a clerk, so he naturally handled some of the letters that were sent to the Primarch. Previously, Jonson had been busy communicating with the Emperor, and some things had been delayed.

"Emmmmm." Zhuang Sen fell into deep thought. "It seems that I underestimated my brother. But private transactions are not allowed. We are a legion, a complete system. At least, it is like this after I come back."

"Okay, Primarch." After saying that, Koswain recorded this sentence.

Jonson didn't discuss the previous deal. The reason was complicated. Previously, the various orders of the Dark Angels Legion had considerable independence. Even many of the higher-ups were elected by the lower ranks, rather than appointed by their superiors. Therefore, Jonson wanted to see what the situation was like with this squadron, most of which hadn't returned yet, and what their attitude was toward their Primarch. Then, he would make a decision.

Chapter 217 Zhuang Sen: You Passed

"You've done well." Jonson nodded with satisfaction, observing the meticulously ordered and imposing military formations of the Circle of Ruin and the Seekers of Knowledge. With each arriving expeditionary fleet, Jonson would give them a chance to demonstrate their abilities. A grand parade would be the opening act, and afterward, internal competition and contests would reshape their standing within the Legion and within the Primarch's heart. Jonson had met many Orders before, but aside from those guarding forbidden objects, he had to admit that among all the publicly accessible Orders, Morris and his men truly stood out.

The infantry formation of over a hundred warriors clad in Centurion Terminator armor radiated a powerful sense of oppression. In the distance, led by several giant mechas, the newly arrived Iron Wolf mechas formed the Dark Angels' most elite rapid assault force. These leapfrogging behemoths could easily navigate complex battlefields. Their weapons and inherent defensive capabilities far surpassed the various anti-gravity vehicles commonly found in the legion. Without a doubt, Morris's army comprised the finest heavy infantry and rapid units of the DA's regular forces.

All of this seemed insignificant compared to the behemoths in the distance. At the far end of the field of light, a Dragon gunship and four Bear gunships fanned out. It must be said that when Jonson first laid eyes on the towering Dragon gunship, his eyes lit up. Envy and admiration inevitably crossed his face. Even more gratifying was the fact that the Dragon gunship lacked the insignia of the Order of the Circle of Ruin. Morris had explained in a communication that it was a gift from the Space Wolves Legion in welcome of the Dark Angels Primarch and as a token of friendship between the two armies.

“You run your order very well,” Jonson said to Maurice.

"My Lord, I am just doing my best to enable my order to eliminate the enemies of humanity more efficiently." Morris bowed.

"Your Order is somewhat different from the others." Jonson turned and looked at Morris with a hint of meaning. "The First Legion is glorious, but also aloof. Many orders deliberately maintain a distance from other Legions and insist on solving problems on their own. They lead their own wars and believe they can solve problems on their own."

"But you are different. You have more connections with other legions and are even willing to play supporting roles in certain operations. Can you tell me what you think?" Zhuang Sen asked.

"We are the First Legion, the leader of all legions. When we were established, we were the most powerful and also the proudest. This arrogance has become our motivation, but it has also become our shackles. We habitually despise some things of other legions. Although overall, we are indeed stronger than them, this does not mean that we cannot learn some good things from our friendly forces." Harris thought for a while and said.

"Like those big guys?" Zhuang Sen said, pointing to something in the distance.

"Yes, at least these advanced gunships have no alternative ecological niche," Harris said.

"What you did makes sense. But now, the Legion has been reunited, we are a whole, and all transactions should be decided by the Legion, not a certain order." Zhuang Sen said seriously.

"As you command, my lord." Morris bowed his head in obedience. He had anticipated this day's arrival; after all, there's no order without rules. The DA's beginnings were chaotic; even Urian's rise to temporary command of the Dark Angels was the result of Malcador's personal intervention. Now, with the Primarch's return, strict and effective management of the entire Legion was imperative. His days as a private trader were over, but there was nothing to regret; after all, his previous inventory had been largely sold out. He had already exchanged everything he could.

"The Legion has recruited a large number of new soldiers on Caliban. I hope that the veterans on Terra can guide these new recruits on how to adapt to the brutal war." said Jonson.

"The Circle of Destruction and the Seekers of Knowledge will assume their corresponding responsibilities, and we are willing to provide 100 sets of Centurion Terminator armor to the newly established order on behalf of all the predecessor orders." Morris said.

"Huh?!" Zhuang Sen was somewhat surprised by Morris's response. After all, giving away 100 sets of Centurion Terminator armor at once was truly a generous gesture, a testament to Morris's support for the Primarch. This wasn't just a verbal promise or oath; it was real money! Zhuang Sen nodded in satisfaction at Morris's actions, his previous dissatisfaction largely dissipating.

"Thank you, Mr. Morris, for your support and help." Luther next to him immediately expressed his gratitude.

"Well, very good." The lion nodded. Although he didn't say much, everyone around him who knew him knew that the lion was very satisfied with this matter.

Morris was incredibly honest, not concealing the details of the transactions between his order and the Space Wolves. For example, although 2000 Centurion Terminator armor sets were ordered, 1000 of them were purchased on behalf of the Order. Only 1000 sets actually fell into his hands, and those 1000 sets were futures orders... Delivery would take years. Of the first 400 sets, 200 were destined for other orders, 100 for himself, and the remaining 100 for new recruits on Caliban. This behavior was unacceptable. Furthermore, Morris's claim that he was acting on behalf of the other orders within the DA Legion reassured the other orders. After all, they were providing the money and equipment, so what was there to be dissatisfied about?

Of course, equipment like the Bear Gunship and the Giant Mech hadn't been transferred yet. The reason was simple: even if they were given them, they wouldn't be able to maintain them. Even now, the Bear Gunship was being serviced by the Space Wolves Iron Priests who had arrived with the team. Meanwhile, the DA technical sergeants were learning how to maintain it. As the saying goes, fortunes change; yesterday's teacher is today's apprentice.

"Tell me about the other legions you've encountered and my brothers." Jonson changed the subject. Clearly pleased with his kin's behavior, the formal encounter now over, he thought it was time to talk to his scion about something more lighthearted. Of course, the lion's idea of ​​lightheartedness was just his own. Jonson believed that anything other than fighting and preparing for battle could be considered relaxation and rest.

"We primarily came into contact with four legions, the Space Wolves, the Iron Hands, the Raven Guard, and the Ultramarines, and their four Primarchs," Morris said after a moment's thought. "Although their legions vary in skill level, they are generally above average. If we disregard certain forbidden tactics, the Space Wolves and the Iron Hands are considered top-tier."

"Is it the same as the Dark Angel?" After hearing this, Zhuang Sen's face changed slightly.

"Yes, the strength of the Iron Hands is visible to the naked eye. With their massive armored forces, sophisticated and rigorous tactics, and Lord Ferrus's technical ingenuity and powerful industrial capabilities, the entire Iron Hands Legion is like a terrifying steel monster, capable of crushing most enemies it encounters. In the First Randan War, the strength of the Iron Hands was fully demonstrated. In head-on combat, they were no worse than us." Harris said.

"What about the Space Wolves? You were once their teachers," asked Jonson.

"Their strength lies in their mystery. If the Iron Hands' strength is visible, then the Space Wolves' strength lies in the fact that we don't know their limits. Their regular troops are weaker than ours and the Iron Hands'. However, they have very high attainments in psychic powers, and you should already be aware of the Endless Journey's great reputation."

"Of course, their R&D and industrial capabilities are also terrifying. Just look at these well-equipped weapons and you will know that this is definitely a combat-ready army," said Harris.

“What about Guilliman? The Ultramarines seem to have performed poorly in the last battle,” said Jonson.

"It's not entirely satisfactory. However, the overall combat strength is above average among the Legions. Their Primarch, Lord Guilliman, is equally ambitious, and he has the ability to realize his ambitions."

"Where are the Raven Guard?"

"The Raven Guard specializes in infiltration and mobile warfare. Their Primarch doesn't seem to be very eye-catching, and there is also a lack of sufficient information about his legion, but it is still sufficient to say that they are average," said Harris.

"Very good, at least these brothers' abilities don't disappoint me." Zhuang Sen smiled. "They won the first round of battle against Ran Dan. Now it's our turn."

"What about my other brothers who returned? For example, the Wolf-Shepherd God, praised among the stars, and the Third Legion, known as the Imperial Guard and paragon, and the giants who returned from Nocturne?" asked Zhuangsen.

"Lord Horus is indeed as brilliant and respected as the rumors say. However, his relationship with Lord Ferrus and the Space Wolves is not particularly good, likely due to their rivalry. Of course, his and his Legion's abilities and combat effectiveness are unquestionable," Nemean said. "As for the remaining Primarchs, we haven't had any contact with them, so it's difficult to comment."

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"Corswain," Jonson said to his squire when the parade was over.

"My Lord." Coswain, who was packing documents, stopped his work, stood up and saluted.

"My brother has provided me with a large number of Bear gunships. More Bear gunships and even Dragon gunships will arrive in the next few years," Zhuang Sen said after reviewing the order on the datapad. "And I can offer you the opportunity to be my companion. You are very talented and should not be just my attendant and clerk."

Morris had placed numerous orders, much like the Centurion Terminator armor, and a significant number of Bear gunships were to be distributed. As a Primarch with a strong martial spirit and a penchant for personal combat, Jonson naturally sought to assemble his own elite force. Dorne's Templars and the Air Fist had inspired him greatly, and he too desired to establish such a force.

"It is my honor, my lord," Corswain said excitedly. This was the Primarch's expectation and a certain degree of recognition, a lifetime dream for most of the Legion's soldiers. And Corswain naturally would not pass up this opportunity.

"Very good, study hard. By the way, see what kind of people those Space Wolves are." said Zhuang Sen.

"Hasn't Sir Morris already introduced it?" said Coswin.

"Maurice and his men came into contact with the Space Wolves too early. At that time, their Primarch had just returned, and these warriors were just hunters and fishermen on the barbaric planet of Fenris. But now it's different. They have been reborn. Maurice didn't spend much time with them during the two subsequent contacts, and their usual exchanges were just business dealings, so I hope to hear other people's opinions." said Zhuang Sen.

"Go, join the team organized by Alachios and Morris, learn their knowledge and tactics, and get to know this legion. Prepare now." said Zhuangsen.

"As you command." After receiving the order, Coswain left the house.

"Hmm..." Jonson, now the only one left in the room, picked up a nearby datapad, which contained records of encounters between other orders and the Space Wolves. There was a lot of information, but the gist of it was that the other orders viewed the Space Wolves' customs and behavior with profound disdain. It was like the attitude of a Knight Master on Caliban regarding barbarians. There was a certain arrogance in their words.

Jonson, however, had reservations about this. If the Dark Angels' strength was largely due to the Emperor's expectations and favor, then the Space Wolves' strength was entirely the result of their own efforts. Although the Emperor also favored his brother, and the Sigillite also provided some assistance, looking at the equipment in the Space Wolves' arsenal that would make any Legion jealous, Jonson was convinced of his brother's ability.

Although Jonson wasn't fond of some of the Space Wolves' customs, he knew that loyalty and combat effectiveness were paramount for a Legion; nothing else mattered. Therefore, Jonson needed to allow the newcomers on Caliban to interact with the Space Wolves' warriors. Corswain was a good example: intelligent yet humble, powerful yet noble. Jonson believed Corswain could offer a fair assessment.

"Hmm? Interesting." The Lion King looked at another document. It was a training and exercise plan provided by the Space Wolves. This time, the Space Wolves were very considerate of the Dark Angels. Not only did they provide a full set of maintenance and upkeep training, but they also sent several crews to train the Dark Angels. Although in the eyes of the Dark Angels, this behavior was completely unnecessary. After all, it was just flying a plane, who couldn't do it?

"Does the apprentice want to become a teacher? Then take a look at the quality of the other side." The Lion King said with a smile.

Chapter 218: Lion and Wolf (6k)

"Sir, this is the video and data of the last joint training." Astelan reported to the Lion King.

"Really? Let me see." The lion temporarily put down the work in his hands. The servant took the data tablet and then projected the contents.

This was a test exercise between Space Wolves crews flying Bear gunships and the Dark Angels. After initial exchanges, the two legions eventually engaged in numerous sparring sessions on the training grounds, learning how to use these massive machines and how to counter any heavy-lift vehicles the other side might possess. After all, the Imperial Legion had encountered similar war machines during their landings on the War Moon.

Later, during the exercises, the Dark Angels discovered that these wild wolves seemed to have some special means of detecting danger and ambushes. In repeated exercises, facing the Dark Angels' ambush positions, which were perfectly disguised both technically and psychically, these guys had a high probability of evading the ambush at the last moment. Even if they entered the ambush position, when the two sides engaged, the latter's almost instinctive reaction always made the right choice.

The Dark Angels had set up the field, ensuring no cheating, whether technically or psychically. This behavior piqued Jonson's interest. After reviewing some records and personally observing several exercises, the Lion King described it as a kind of intuition born from a long history of hunting and being hunted. Like the monsters of Caliban's dark forest, some of these beasts always managed to escape from an ambush before being ambushed. Jonson knew that he often relied on intuition to make crucial decisions.

"Interesting guys, natural hunters," Lion had commented with a smile. And during recent exercises, the Dark Angels had discovered another characteristic of the Sky Wolf crews. They particularly liked to operate alone, or in small groups, without the support of the main force, infiltrate across the front lines, and then wreak havoc behind enemy lines.

One of the most bizarre incidents involved a large-scale exercise in which three attacking gunships were ordered to destroy a base behind enemy lines. The defending DAs, having learned of this situation in advance, removed vital supplies and equipment from the base and then ambushed the enemy. After a brief engagement, one Bear gunship was damaged by an ambushing Titan, and another Bear gunship successfully evacuated the damaged one. However, the final gunship, instead of evacuating immediately, vanished without a trace.

The defending Dark Angels considered this operation effective, thwarting the enemy's attack. They assumed the remaining Bear gunship had already withdrawn, and therefore paid little attention. Three hours later, as the two Warlord-class Titans, having completed the ambush, were retreating through a ravine, the Bear gunship, known as the Mokai Claw, suddenly approached, using the mountain's cover. First, it used its Titan-class weapons to destroy one Warlord Titan, which hadn't had time to deploy its shields, and then, with a barrage of missiles, it destroyed the nearby mountain, presumably burying the other. In just fifteen minutes, it eliminated both Warlord Titans and then retreated back into the complex terrain at low altitude.

Having suffered such a heavy loss, the DA commander couldn't just let it go. He immediately ordered a Ravenwing lieutenant to lead a Bear gunship and a squadron of fighters to destroy or drive off the enemy. However, the result was that the Morkai Claw, in a series of "irrational" and "random" attacks, completely disrupted the enemy's logistics. The two sides remained at a constant distance, the pursuing side unable to catch the opponent, and the anticipated Bear gunship showdown lingered. Finally, as the pursuit team passed over a lake, this creature suddenly emerged from the water! At close range, it shot down the Dark Angel's unshielded Bear gunship...

Later, while reviewing the battle logs from both sides, the Dark Angels discovered that during the final stages of the engagement, some of the crew members of the Claw of Mokai were reconnaissance crew members in the anti-gravity assault craft left behind by the gunship. When the Dark Angels followed their trail, the Claw of Mokai, already prepared in the water, counterattacked and successfully killed them.

At the time, the DA crew was stunned; they hadn't imagined the Space Wolves could use a gunship as a submarine... In reality, the Claw of Morkai's crew had used materials from the ship to improvise a waterproof cover for the engine nozzle. It worked quite well. (A tribute to the underwater Lander battle in 40K Wolf Corps history, where the underwater Lander battled an underwater battlesuit...) Ultimately, the Claw of Morkai was a private asset, so the plan was abandoned... The DA stated that they would never allow such a valuable war machine to be used as a submarine within their own Legion!

After this fierce battle, the defending DAs were practically exhausted. The remaining gunships of the same specification were almost all occupied with their own missions, leaving them unable to spare any time. Using ordinary fighters to hunt down a relatively healthy Bear gunship would be like a pride of lions swarming a Tyrannosaurus Rex... Thus, what had seemed like a minor event resulted in a continuous loss of life for the defenders. The erratic Mokai Claw, in its "irrational" manner, made a significant contribution to their victory.

After this "communication", the top leaders of the Dark Angels found that these wild wolves did have valuable information. Some of their ideas and thoughts were worth learning from.

At this time, while Koswain was in the process of learning, the Lion's attendant, the DA Grand Steward in the background, the first commander of the Dark Angels, was drinking tea with Captain Grein of the Mokai Claws.

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"It's very good stuff. This crystal tea is the best drink I have ever had." After taking a sip of the tea, Coswain immediately felt refreshed.

He had come here at the Lion King's command, both to learn knowledge and tactics and to connect with these rugged yet mysterious warriors. Corswain lived up to expectations, maintaining a good rapport with the wolves. After all, while Corswain was one of Jonson's guards, he was only a new recruit. He had no airs. He wasn't even a Knight of the Order of Caliban. Meanwhile, the wolves were remarkably approachable, getting along well with the mortals who followed them.

"I'm glad you like it. In the future, when you leave this room, you can tell your companions that Space Wolves don't just drink alcohol, they also drink tea." Grein put down the teacup and said with a smile.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about my companion," Corswain said. He held this Space Wolves ace captain in high esteem. While researching his resume, he discovered that during the decisive battle of the Flaming Wheel sector, this tough guy had single-handedly scored three engine kills with a single Bear gunship in a single day! These were engine kills! They were completely different from those so-called super-heavy vehicles, where engines were considered Warhound-class Titans and above. And in his relatively short military career, this fellow had already claimed twelve engine kills! A true beast-slayer. Even tank kills were just numbers to this master.

Every legion respected the strong. Even the proud Dark Angels could not guarantee such brilliant achievements in such a short period of time. His dazzling achievements, along with his cunning and battlefield instincts that drove even the veterans of the Inner Circle a little crazy, were enough to earn the respectful treatment of a new recruit like Corswein.

The Dark Angels were indeed generally much more skilled, but that didn't mean the elite of other Legions were inferior. While the Space Wolves still lacked any exceptional close combatants, in some areas, elite members of the Space Wolves were beginning to emerge, and Grenn was one of them.

"The officers and soldiers of other legions want to be brothers with the First Legion, and the First Legion wants to be their boss." Grein said with a smile.

"This..." Corswain was stunned. He hadn't expected this seemingly carefree veteran to have such a precise vision. While the Custodians clearly asserted their superiority over the higher legions, the First Legion's actions were more subtle. Their arrogance and self-conceit were not dissimilar to those of the Custodians, and it was clear that the Custodians were not particularly well-received among the other legions. As for the First Legion, aside from being formidable, it's unlikely to be described as anything but powerful. Silent and secretive would be the best description. In the eyes of some, derogatory terms like arrogance and hubris are inevitable.

"So what do you think of the First Legion?" asked Corswein.

"When facing a powerful enemy, we can be good comrades, but it's difficult to become friends. You have your own systems and rules. For various reasons, perhaps to maintain secrecy or perhaps to preserve your pride and dignity, you isolate yourself from the other Legions. You protect the Empire from the shadows, monitoring others, even your own Legionnaires. I understand, but forget about being friends. Everything should be handled in a businesslike manner." Grein took a sip from his teacup. "In my opinion, the Dark Angels Legion is held together by discipline, secrecy, and a complex organization, with the ultimate goal of protecting humanity and safeguarding the Empire."

"And what about the Space Wolves?" asked Corswain.

"All legions, when founded, are centered around protecting humanity and the Imperium. We share this, but our philosophies and approaches differ. We are loyal to humanity, but we do not blindly follow authority. We do not mind blood on our hands, but we will pursue justice in our hearts. We are the supermen of the Imperium of Man, but at the same time, we do not reject or despise those weaker than us."

"As for me? Haha, I'm just a pilot. I do my job well, live happily in my spare time, and do what I want to do. The people above me will take care of the things above me." said Green.

"Coswain, my friend, I have no intention of blaming you for some of your actions. After all, each legion has its own duties and way of life. But what I want to say is that the Emperor created 20 legions. Only by cooperating with each other can they play the greatest role. And the Dark Angels Legion cannot avoid contact with other legions, and you may undertake similar tasks in the future. That's all I have to say." After Grein finished speaking, he stopped discussing matters between the legions.

"Can you tell me about yourself?" Corswein asked. "Your intuition and skill are admirable."

"Me? What can I say? A few years ago, I was fishing on the icy sea of ​​Fenris and hunting giant wolves and even mammoths on the tundra." said Grein.

"Uh.... How did you achieve this level of skill in just a few years?" Koswain was stunned. He hadn't expected a hunter from the wilderness to achieve this level. He mastered both tactics and technique, and both were excellent.

"Then let me tell you about my military experience?" asked Grein.

"I'm all ears." Koswain poured a cup of tea for the veteran.

"At the beginning, I was really a hunter, running around in the wilderness every day, fighting the environment, beasts or other things in Fenris. Later, I followed the Primarch to the Iron Islands, the area ruled by our Supreme Lord Commander, and then I stayed there temporarily because I was considered to be the smarter one among my Lord's followers," said Grein with a chuckle.

"I forged my first weapon in my life there. It was forged completely according to my own needs. From then on, I forged all kinds of weapons and became an excellent blacksmith. Until the Emperor came again, I joined the Legion and continued to forge iron." said Grein.

"Well, what made you make this choice?" asked Coswain.

"Because Fenris has no shortage of excellent warriors. Everyone has been fighting for survival since birth. They are alert, intuitive, and insightful."

"But you still became an excellent pilot later. How did you do it?" asked Coswain.

"How did you do it? Actually, for a long time, I just fought and forged. I didn't even get the first batch of Centurion Terminator Power Armor. If my fate changed, it should be when I was commissioned into the Iron Wolf Battle Armor. Because it is very complicated, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to maintain and use. So, it was used by us Iron Priests."

"Then, thanks to my hard work and the excellent performance of the Iron Wolf mecha, we joined the Legion's assault team. At that time, there were no Bear gunships, only Stormbirds. These were somewhat fragile and easily shot down in battle. Unfortunately, during one raid behind enemy lines, the Stormbird we were riding was shot down. My brothers and I were left behind the orcs. Looking around, we saw enemies all around us."

"At that moment, my memories of my past as a hunter awakened. I once relied on simple weapons to survive in extremely harsh conditions: the icy plains of Fenris, ferocious beasts, and certain hostile tribesmen from other tribes. In this moment, I felt my old self come back. I was one with the machine I personally maintained, sensing everything through its equipment. The Iron Wolf mech's machine spirit willingly cooperated with me, becoming a part of my brain. Like a single beast, we hunted our opponents in the wilderness."

"Later, I learned that many of my colleagues had the same experience. We had walked a similar path together. As hunters and warriors, we gained strong bodies, keen intuition, and an indomitable will. As Iron Priests, we gained knowledge, rationality, and a brilliant mind. And finally, after gathering the necessary equipment, the king among us joined a trial for various reasons. It was a trial to go deep behind enemy lines, either alone or in a small team, to hunt and fight according to one's own plan. Anyone who survived this experience would have their abilities significantly enhanced. We call it the Lone Wolf Trial. Of course, this trial is optional, and not everyone is required to participate."

"In this trial, there are no superiors to assign tasks, and no other brothers standing by your side. You have to do everything by yourself. Many soldiers from the Mortal Legion or other legions will panic after being isolated, because many times, they just regard themselves as a part of the war machine, but we will not, because we have our own opinions, our knowledge and insights, and our previous combat experiences allow us to decide our own destiny. We are used to fighting in adverse situations, without external support and orders. And the results are often not bad." said Grein.

"The independent judgment of the legionnaires? First, train combat skills to gain battlefield intuition, then learn technology to acquire knowledge and wisdom. Finally, gain the ability to think and judge independently on the battlefield." Thinking of this, Coswain made a note in the little notebook in his heart.

"Also, I have another question. In a recent exercise, how did you convince the machine spirit of Mokai's Claw to perform the mission in the water? We all know that such high-level machine spirits have their own tempers and personalities, and sometimes they are very bad." Coswain asked.

Do machines have organic souls? The Mechanicus claims they do, and indeed they do. Small, simple machines might not be noticeable, but complex, powerful machines, especially those frequently linked to their pilots, definitely possess organic souls! Take a Titan, for example. Every Titan undoubtedly has "wetware." And throughout its life, this war machine has undoubtedly had mental links with numerous captains and pilots. Thoughts are ultimately converted into electronic signals and data, which resonate within its memory and shape its personality. So, even complex machines, let alone sophisticated AI, have tempers. Sometimes, a machine soul truly can get upset...

In fact, Dark Angels technicians had also encountered similar situations during low-altitude penetrations. For example, when flying close to the water, when the altitude dropped to a certain level, the Machine Spirit would automatically lock the control system, always maintaining a distance of more than 8 meters above the water, and would warn the captain that if the altitude dropped any lower, the engine would be flooded and it would be very uncomfortable. However, in the end, when the Space Wolves operated it, they were asked to act like a submarine. Isn't this unfair treatment...

"Well, how should I put it? You're actually treating these machines as weapons, not your brothers," Grein said, scratching his head. "A Bear gunship has 120 million parts, and each part has a certain tolerance. Although small, the accumulation of countless tolerances makes each Bear gunship different from the others. Therefore, the warranty and maintenance instructions we provide can only keep them running at a level of 70 to 80%. However, if you want to achieve higher efficiency and gain the approval of the Machine Spirits, then you must listen carefully to their demands. They often express their emotions."

"To put it simply, you need to give them some humanistic care. You have to make them feel comfortable, and at the same time, you have to gain the recognition of the machine spirit. This is true for the Bear gunship, and even more so for the more advanced Dragon gunship. The reason we can let the Claw of Mokai serve as a submarine is not only because we have a good relationship with each other, but more importantly, we have a plan. We have taken certain waterproofing measures in advance, and carried out careful cleaning and replacement afterwards." Grein thought for a while and said.

"Machine Soul?" Corswain lowered his head, sipping his tea slowly, lost in thought. Of course, he wasn't thinking about the Machine Soul, but the AI. After acquiring the Dragon gunship, the Sandalwood Order and related technical orders immediately conducted a thorough inspection of the gunship. They unanimously determined that while the Machine Soul might not be as advanced as the Extinction Relics stored in the DA vault, it was still considered an AI. Even the Bear gunship's Machine Soul was a bit on the edge.

The matter was subsequently brought to the attention of the Lion King, whose response was simple. He first asked if the Sandalwood Order could guarantee the Machine Spirit's loyalty. The latter replied that it wouldn't be a problem. After all, the DA had been tinkering with the Extinction Relic for a long time. The Lion King then said, "In that case, let's put it to good use." Jonson was confident he could handle this war machine, equipped with a rudimentary AI.

Corswain glanced at Grenn across from him. He wasn't sure if he knew about the AI. But it was clear that, under the current circumstances, the Space Wolves were capable of keeping the AI ​​under control. They hadn't concealed their actions, even reporting them to the Emperor, who had tacitly approved of them.

Afterward, the two sides chatted casually, Corswain trying to understand the Wolf, while the Wolf also harbored hidden intentions. However, everyone realized that the mentor-disciple relationship between the Dark Angels, led by Morris, and the Space Wolves had reached a turning point. New connections and developments were expected. The Lion was curious about this rising star, but at the same time, he maintained his distance. The Wolves, likewise, remained confined to the businesslike stage.

While the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels were conducting cautious probing and communicating, the Primarch of the Fifth Legion also returned to the Imperium, and operating a trumpet named Traveler, Baldur finally met Horus and Fulgrim.

Chapter 219 Above Joe Golis

"Horus, there's actually no need for you to be so fussy. You've already made sufficient preparations. What's more, the brother we're meeting this time is the monarch of a barbaric planet. He may not be able to appreciate your perfection and art." Above the Spirit of Vengeance, the Phoenix from Chemos said to Horus who was standing in front of the fitting mirror in a joking tone.