Warhammer 30: The Second Legion's Expedition

Chapter 39 Final Mobilization

Salpedon looked up, not knowing what he was looking at.

Company Commander Lestrade recalled all the squads involved in the operation. Salpedon was the first soldier to return. He sat on the steps, making adjustments, staring blankly at the ceiling of the temporary encampment, trying to gather his strength.

"It seems we're about to launch our final offensive," Onoske said in a low voice.

He then gripped his sword and shield tightly, gazing longingly at the Mark III steel power armor worn by the First Company.

The Mark III does not completely outperform the Mark II in terms of performance. However, in some special, narrow situations where heavily armed targets are present, the Mark III is undoubtedly the first choice in the Legion.

Nobody dislikes new equipment.

Onosque gripped his sword and shield a few times to avoid appearing too bored.

"I think so," Salpedon said calmly, still looking at the ceiling.

"You're so listless, Salpedon," Onos said with a sigh.

Salpedon seemed to have heard a joke. He pulled himself out of his gaze and looked down at Onosque more closely.

"Perhaps you could explain to my lord that you should leave the Eighth Dalian, Onosk. I don't think your personality is suitable for the Eighth Dalian." Salpedon rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand.

He touched his cold helmet, paused slightly, took it off, and continued to gently rub it.

"I think you might be better suited to go to Dalian, the Ninth National Congress of the Communist Party of China."

"I do not wish to work with Achilles," Onosque said firmly. "I respect his martial skill and strength, but he strikes me as too arrogant and conceited."

"Achilles has the power to be arrogant."

"Salpedon, as I said, I respect his martial skill and strength. His figure in the tournament was unmatched, especially the way he shamefully... defeated Prince Paris." Onosque planted his sword and shield in the ground and gestured with his hands.

"But he was too arrogant."

Salpedon could sense Onosque's incoherent speech, and he could roughly guess the real reason why Onosque disliked Achilles.

Achilles humiliated the royal family. Ornosque may not have truly loved Prince Paris, but rather because he was the genetic father and brother of Hector, the king of Troy. This led the Trojans to extend their affection to him and harbor expectations.

Achilles, in a humiliating manner, trampled on the faith of these most loyal royalist Trojans.

Salpedon waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore."

Onosque's face instantly turned red, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only nod helplessly.

A silence fell between the two.

Amidst this eerie atmosphere, a commotion broke out ahead, with many soldiers advancing in an orderly fashion.

"What are they doing?" Onosque asked.

Salpedon couldn't stand his companion talking so much. For a moment, Onosque even wondered if the other man had missed a step during the Astartes surgery.

He stood up and walked towards the direction where the crowd had gathered: "Let's go take a look."

Onos picked up his sword and shield and followed behind Salpedon.

Led by Salpedon, they stood at a high enough vantage point to look down, and Prince Paris appeared before them.

The alien's head, already blasted apart, was held in Paris's hand by the scythe, and there were also obvious marks on its body from the precise and swift finishing blows.

"Alien," Onosque said.

Salpedon nodded, and after seeing what had happened, he led Onosque down, the image on the helmet forming the shape of an alien.

All the troops sent out were targeting these aliens.

Onos seemed to be in a good mood, and he said to Salpedon, "The king will be proud of his brother."

After a moment of silence, Salpedon, unusually, didn't find Onosque's voice annoying. He said, "I think so."

The two men approached the crowd, and the company commander's voice could be heard clearly without the aid of helmets.

"Well done!" Lestrade's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

This was the first warrior to bring back an Xenomorph intact, and Lestrade recognized the person before him.

The younger brother of the father of genes on the home planet Troy was also the first person to be part of the reconnaissance team, discovering aliens and anomalies on the planet and decisively calling for support.

"Sir," Paris said, somewhat basking in the admiring and approving gazes of those around him.

The initial doubts and fears about the second alien that suddenly died tragically disappeared.

Faced with the praise of his colleagues, Paris instinctively concealed the details of the second alien's death, only saying that the other party suddenly lost the ability to move due to overuse of psychic energy and was killed by him.

Paris began to describe the actions and abilities of the Kraf Xenomorph he had witnessed.

One of the alien's hands was easily severed by the perfect flourish of Paris's short blade, a move that drew cheers from his companions, with a few Trojan warriors even clapping.

Deputy Company Commander Sopa, however, was somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's nothing," Sopa said softly.

The sound was drowned out by the cheers around him.

"Say less," the staff officer of the First Company whispered, feeling a wave of weariness wash over him.

This wasn't always the case. Many conflicts within the teams would be resolved through duels after returning to the ship. But now, most of the warriors from the First Dalian, who are of noble birth, look down on the other Dalian more and more after talking among themselves.

The arrogance and exclusion of the First League is the most obvious among all the legions, and the First League is mainly composed of Terran veterans, with the best numbers and equipment in the entire legion.

This fostered arrogance in countless people like Sopa.

"His swordsmanship, while quite good, is by no means particularly..." Sopa retorted in a low voice.

The sound was drowned out by the cheers that rang out again.

Because Paris took the Trojan longsword thrown by Onosque, he precisely and completely cleaved the alien.

"They have multiple limbs, and these limbs are very sharp." As he spoke, Paris picked up the limb, took off his helmet, and gently poked the limb into the helmet.

The helmet used by Astartes was pierced with incredible ease, as if it were a piece of paper.

"Extremely dangerous," Lestrade assessed.

The purpose of Astartes is to completely eliminate these alien creatures that threaten humanity itself.

The Empire of Man will categorize these aliens, and those that can easily penetrate the Astartes armor will undoubtedly be in the highest tier, and they must be completely eradicated and destroyed.

"They like to eat humans," Paris said with a grim face.

"And they possess a high level of technology."