dmims Chapter 53 Hel Kavis
Chapter 53 Hel Kavis
"I have no intention of contradicting you, my lord," Holmes said earnestly, "but I would never wish to become a criminal like Hel Carvis, whom you speak of."
"I have enough respect for mortals, but Hel Kavis calls them inferiors and takes pleasure in fear and torture."
"You should be brothers in the same legion, yet you now turn your tongues against your Astartes brothers, Holmes," Hector warned sternly.
"Hel Kavis has done a good job. He has reclaimed enough worlds for the Empire. His efficiency ranks among the top in the Legion. Even from the Emperor and Macardo's requirements, Hel Kavis's name is ahead of yours."
"They asked me to split off Hel Kawis to form the 1,737th Main Expeditionary Fleet."
"And you, Holmes, are here making baseless and malicious accusations against your brother."
The night guards standing watch outside the door straightened up and drove away anyone who approached to ensure that the conversation between the Primarch and the First Company Commander would not be leaked.
Holmes was not intimidated by Hector's stern rebuke, even when the father of genes was practically spitting in his face.
Holmes remained composed and respectful, reiterating his reverence for Hector before saying, "But you did not separate him from the legion, did you, my lord?"
"I'm just hesitating about what configuration to give him," Hector said, his anger gradually subsiding, but he remained expressionless.
"Is that so, my lord?" Holmes saw through Hector's thoughts: "Hel Carvis is merely a handy weapon, a divine weapon that, when in your hands, is used to defeat the enemy and deter and annihilate them."
"But if left unchecked, I firmly believe that he will only become a bloodthirsty, pleasure-seeking blade, just like his criminal friends from the Eighth Legion."
Hector's panting echoed in the narrow space, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
Holmes even felt his shoulder armor growing heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but press his hands against the table in front of him, supporting his tired and trembling body with his hands.
I have absolutely no intention of provocation or questioning. That's what Holmes wanted to say.
However, the overwhelming aura surrounding Hector, like a real ocean, made Holmes feel suffocated, literally suffocated.
He felt the Primarch's true wrath, a wrath that only Salpedon had ever felt before.
All actions were slowed down by an invisible force, all thoughts were scattered under pressure, leaving only overwhelming fear after the intimidation.
"You should accept the truth, Father," Holmes said earnestly.
His words trembled, but were sincere.
In an instant, Hector's anger subsided as quickly as the tide receded, and Holmes was able to feel his body and touch again.
He stood ramrod straight, and there was not a single fault with his manners.
"Father," Holmes said.
Hector waved his hand: "You're too clever, Holmes. You've seen my concerns and worries."
"At the same time, you surprised me."
"Although all the Legion warriors address each other as brothers, and even though they have their share of friction, they still trust each other and are able to complete all tasks to the minimum."
"Everyone else is trying to maintain that last shred of dignity, but you, without hesitation, tear it away."
"Even, it's belittling!"
Hector continued to glare at Holmes as he spoke, clearly indicating his extreme displeasure.
"But you know that everything I've said is true," Holmes said rationally.
"In fact, these kinds of incidents are quite common in other legions as well."
"Moreover, their conflict is more extreme, and I predict that in the future, when the genetic fathers of my blood relatives return, bringing with them bloodline warriors from their home planet, this conflict will intensify, and it may even have to be eliminated or reduced..."
"Enough, Holmes!" Hector growled in a low voice.
"Remember, Holmes." He stopped Holmes from going on about the subject, warning him, "This matter must never be revealed, and I have no interest in knowing what's going on inside the other brothers' legions."
"Keep this secret to yourself, Holmes."
Holmes bowed in respect.
The atmosphere in the meeting room began to fall silent. Hector sat back down in the head chair, and Holmes, as usual, began preparing stacks of documents for Hector to review.
until--
"You cannot enter this place, warriors, and General Kana John!" the Night Guard at the entrance shouted.
The shout was loud enough for the two people working inside to hear. Hector paused in his reading of the battle report, looked up, and Holmes, understanding the implication, nodded and walked toward the door.
"What's wrong?" Holmes walked to the door.
Two Night Guards in Terminator armor parted to make way for Holmes, allowing him to see the two Dawn Guards and Cana John at the door.
Holmes frowned and said to the two Dawnguards, "Soldiers, report your names, units, officers, and purpose of your visit."
He then turned to look at Cana John, whose face was unusually calm, showing no trace of the grief and pain he had displayed at the meeting.
"This matter is settled, Carne John," Holmes said, displeased.
He believed that the other party was still unwilling to give up and wanted to return privately to ask Hector to rescind his decision.
He pointed at Carne John and said, "If you are here to get my lord to retract his decree, then go back, Carne John, for the sake of each other's dignity and honor."
"I am not here to have the Primarch retract his order."
boom!boom!
Two heavy sounds of armor striking each other reached Holmes' ears simultaneously, followed by the dull thud of two men through their helmets.
"Sir, I am Onoske from the 12th Company of the 8th Company."
"Sir, I am Erka from the 17th Company Prophet Company."
The two then reported to their direct superior, and Holmes processed the report, verifying their identities while speaking with Cana John.
"So what brings you here, Carne John?" Holmes asked.
"I want to see the great Primarch one more time. I want to ask him to leave me some memories. I still want to be able to look up to the Primarch's face in the world of Iron Seven, and still be able to recall these glorious days." Kana John's voice continued, his eyes filled with tears and reluctance.
Holmes was stunned for a moment. He remained silent and looked down at Cana John.
He finally let out a barely perceptible sigh inside his helmet.