Chapter 409: No Need to Worry
Azrael's emergency report slightly disrupted the Dawnbreakers' plans.
"Trouble."
After listening to Azrael's report, Arthur and Ramesses exchanged a look.
These Chaos Gods were really anxious. Each was making their own moves, coming one after another, forcing the Dawnbreakers to choose.
Who knew what tricks the others were preparing to pull out.
As for the potential return of the Lion?
Arthur had no ill will towards the Lion. After all, he was a loyalist. Although his brain circuitry was a bit rigid, it would be unwise to rashly cut off and abandon the friendly relationship that might still exist between them.
The growth of power was the capital to make this correct choice, not to stop choosing once strong.
The surrounding Dark Angels remained quiet.
Although they all had their own thoughts, the leader's decision was most important at this moment.
"How many troops are needed?"
Arthur asked, momentarily putting aside the remote discussion with Romulus.
Currently, they hadn't caught the trail of Mortarion and the others, but the Dawnbreakers' main force had to move towards Macragge. Otherwise, when they really found signs of activity, they wouldn't be able to react in time.
"We now have sufficient control over all successor Chapters, no additional strategic resource allocation is needed."
Azrael's answer was refreshingly worry-free.
"However, we can guarantee the fleet will achieve victory, but after suffering a boarding attack, even if no Knight fears sacrifice, we still cannot guarantee stopping those enemies from achieving their goal."
Azrael voiced his concerns.
Secondary gods and Chosen were hard to deal with, especially since Abaddon might be among them.
Although Abaddon's act of comparing his proud martial arts to his father's had always been clownish, his deterrence against Astartes was undoubtedly unquestionable.
In this era, excluding those spooky psykers, Abaddon was the genuine number one among Astartes.
In summary, the biggest problem currently was the lack of high-end combat power. A combat force at the Primarch level was urgently needed to ensure the opponent would not achieve their military objectives.
"What do you say?"
Ramesses asked tentatively.
Everyone was calm.
After all, they made many contingency plans. Facing this series of emergencies, they could pull out a reference case.
"Karna and I will take the main force to Macragge. You go to the Obscurus Segmentum. Whichever side finishes first will support the other."
Romulus gave a straightforward suggestion.
Just needed Primarch-level combat power, right? It wasn't like before; they could totally give it now.
The Rock was important, Macragge was also important. After both possessed certain self-protection capabilities and Ramesses built a stable communication system, they were mentally prepared to split forces.
No choice. The current status of the galaxy was still individual businesses opening cat cafes; too much shit, too few shovelers.
"Then what should we do here in the warp without me and Master Art watching?"
Dragged to the meeting, Corax, who had remained silent since Huron's communication a few days ago, opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.
"How about letting Old Nineteen do it?"
Before Corax could struggle with his own thoughts for half a day, Romulus's inquiry reached his ears.
Wait, me?
He was stunned, then looked up.
Everyone's eyes had fallen on the Lord of Shadows with zero presence, with a questioning look.
Corax opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
After repeating this a few times briefly, he said:
"Is this... appropriate?"
"???"
Even Karna, who was AFK beside Romulus, couldn't help but type a series of question marks.
No, bro.
Just answer yes or no. What does 'is this appropriate' mean?
Do you need your brothers to give you some psychological support?
Sigh—
Yes, brother, yes.
"Good, very good!"
Ramesses grabbed Old Nineteen's shoulder and shook it, expressing his opinion first.
"I think it's fine. Old Nineteen can beat ten of me. With Legion support, holding a position is not a problem."
The Dawnbreakers didn't have much else, but they could definitely provide enough emotional value.
"Indeed, what's inappropriate among our own people?"
"I have no objection."
"Me too."
Ramesses shook Corax at the right time.
"..."
Corax looked wooden, staring at him with dark eyes.
"Why no reaction?"
Ramesses thought for a while, then punched his palm.
"True. After contacting you, Old Nineteen, I only made you work, without giving anything in return."
Not really, I actually enjoyed working.
Corax felt his time with the Dawnbreakers was good.
Without the oppressive atmosphere that crushed everything, without the seemingly meaningless slaughter for venting, every action landed on solid ground, and efforts could see visible returns.
Beautiful like the illusion the Emperor always talked about.
"I accept the mission."
Corax said, not responding to Ramesses's self-talk.
After speaking, he wanted to run off to work.
"Hey hey hey."
Ramesses hurriedly grabbed him.
"Don't rush."
He suddenly remembered something.
Speaking of which, after recruiting his brother through unilateral contact back then, there really hadn't been any formal initiation ceremony. Basically, he relied on his social skills to drag his brother around. It seemed he really didn't give any proper treatment.
This gap couldn't be left open; it's easy to make people feel like outsiders.
Ramesses thought about it, then looked up at Arthur. The keen Knight immediately understood.
Corax looked confused.
Huh?
"Only in death does duty end."
In the solemn Round Table Hall, facing the bright Dawnbreaker emblem above, everyone said in unison:
"The Dawnbreakers defend the dignity of human survival; our duty is broken only by death."
"The name has been spoken."
Arthur said solemnly:
"Let us praise Corvus Corax, the warrior of humanity, who is about to join our great cause!"
"Humanity will be proud of your deeds!"
Ramesses and the two partners on the other end of the communication shouted.
The Dark Angels, who originally rushed over intending to witness the results of the support, served as the honor guard.
Arms resting on hilts, holding swords, standing solemnly.
"Corvus Corax."
Arthur looked at Corax.
Although he hadn't expressed an opinion, noticing everyone bustling about, he hadn't moved a step either.
Arthur asked:
"We hope you can join our cause. What do you think?"
"I accept with pleasure."
"Do you swear loyalty to the Dawnbreakers?"
"I swear."
Corax said.
"Are you willing to abide by the Dawnbreakers' creed for the rest of your life?"
"I am willing."
"As long as the Dawnbreakers still take guarding humanity as their duty, are you willing to serve with all your heart?"
"I am willing."
Romulus asked: "Do you swear to fulfill your obligations and obey commands?"
"I swear so."
Corax said.
Karna asked: "Do you swear allegiance to the thousands of humans who constitute the continuation of our civilization?"
"I swear so."
Corax said.
Ramesses asked: "Do you swear to defend the truth of humanity's pursuit of truth, fighting to the end no matter what evil you face?"
"I swear."
Corax said.
Arthur asked: "Do you swear to firmly oppose all enemies of humanity, internal or external?"
"I swear."
Corax said.
"With the dawn shining on you and me as witness."
Arthur said.
"Are you willing to become a defender of humanity's future?"
"I am willing."
"At whatever cost?"
"At whatever cost."
"We accept your oath, Corax."
As the starlight pierced through the viewport, the scorching light symbolizing dawn fell on the tip of the blade, turning into scattered bright light sprinkled on Corax's body.
"Welcome to the Dawnbreakers."
With the blade slowly falling, striking sparks on the ground, Romulus, Ramesses, Karna, and Arthur bowed to Corax in turn.
"You are one of us now."
Ramesses patted Corax on the shoulder and said.
"...Yes."
Corax replied, rubbing the holy emblem in his hand.
The double wings were thoughtfully modified to fit the style of the Raven Lord.
He clenched his fist.
"I am!"
Let the Dawnbreakers be the mark.
After ten thousand years, the trail of a Gloriana-class battleship cut through the sky.
The five greeted each other, talked and laughed side by side, then left with their responsibilities.
No need to worry about it.
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