Chapter 828: Young Master Soldiers

Xiuluo Holy Star, Ninth Defense Zone, New Recruit Training Camp.

Squads of soldiers dressed in Star Alliance dark green training uniforms are conducting laser rifle shooting training in a standard prone position.

On a high platform at the edge of the target range, two people are standing.

One of them, with an upright posture, is wearing a meticulously tailored, dark blue Vantria Noble Regiment officer uniform with gold trim, the emblem on his epaulets shining brilliantly under the sunlight.

There is not a trace of expression on his sharp-featured face; he is currently holding a data pad, watching the real-time hit count statistics flickering on it, the corners of his mouth curling into an almost imperceptible arc.

Standing beside him is a man also wearing a Star Alliance officer uniform, but unlike the elegance and composure of the Vantria officer, this officer has rough skin and a rogue-like air in his eyes.

He looks at the soldiers on the target range with their nimble movements, grins, and gives the Vantria officer's shoulder a firm pat.

"Ha! Viscount Leien de Ketiya! Look! Look at these boys! Who would have thought that three years ago they were that group of Syntilla 'young master soldiers' who couldn't even hold a gun steady and marched like they were going to a market? Now! Hey! This marksmanship, this discipline—if you took them out to compare with any main Astra Militarum regiment, they wouldn't be intimidated at all!"

The Vantria officer, addressed as Viscount Leien, brushes off the spot on his epaulet that was patted without a trace, and answers in a steady voice.

"Major Weien, please mind your demeanor."

"That they have reached today's standard is due to the guidance of the Emperor's glory, their own sweat, and... the 'little bit' of insignificant effort from our Vantria instructor corps."

He deliberately emphasizes the words "little bit," his gaze sweeping across the target range, feeling quite satisfied with the performance of these Syntilla playboys.

Three years ago, when this group of new recruits, converted from the original Syntilla Fusiliers, was handed over to the Vantria Noble Regiment.

The scene was simply unbearable: lax, lacking a sense of honor, crude techniques, discipline nearly non-existent... the critical eyes of the noble officers were filled with undisguised contempt.

But the pride of Vantria could not be tarnished; a task is a task.

They used standards that were nearly harsh to the point of cruelty, aristocratic sarcasm, and high-intensity training to forcibly hammer this group of "playboy legions" into their current state.

Major Weien, a former Cadian Captain, now one of the commanders of this "New Syntilla" unit, chuckles, not caring at all about Leien's "fastidiousness."

"Forget it, Viscount! That 'little bit' of effort you lot put in almost dismantled their bones and put them back together! But... it's worth it! Damn it, it's really worth it!"

He watches a new recruit who scored a perfect hit punch the air in excitement, his eyes full of pride.

"Now when they walk out, their backs are straight and their guns are steady! No one dares to call them 'Syntilla trash' anymore! This is all thanks to the Emperor and you lot!"

Viscount Leien nods reservedly, accepting this rough compliment.

He casts his gaze further away, where squad tactical coordination drills are taking place.

The new recruits cooperate tacitly; covering, assaulting, and fire suppression are carried out in an orderly fashion, their tactical movements clean and crisp, already possessing a bit of an elite appearance.

"Major Weien,"

Leien's voice drops a little.

"Remember this feeling, remember this hard-won honor."

"The storm may come at any time; the warriors of the Emperor are always ready to fight for Humanity."

The smile on Major Weien's face fades; he straightens his back and strikes his chest heavily.

"Don't worry, Viscount! The guns of Syntilla... no, the Star Alliance, are always waiting for those scumbags!"

After Major Weien finishes speaking, he marks the Xintila Dishiuliutuan as qualified.

At present, the Syntilla legions that have passed training have changed significantly from the original legions, not only in appearance but also with many changes in personnel.

Initially, those Syntilla young master soldiers brought their own attendants, counting toward the legion's numbers; excluding the Krieg, they were the legion Yingzhou felt had the largest number of people.

Because, every time Yingzhou summoned a Syntilla young master soldier, at least one attendant was included as a bonus.

And these Syntilla young master soldiers were relatively well-behaved when facing Yingzhou, but, that was only when facing Yingzhou.

After ostensibly agreeing to Yingzhou's requirement to accept training from the Vantria Noble Regiment, these Syntilla young master soldiers caused no shortage of trouble.

Regarding this situation, once Yingzhou found out, he signaled the Vantria instructors to kick out the Syntilla young master soldiers whose behavior was the worst and even affected the training of other recruits, strip them of all their weapons and equipment, and have their attendants take their places.

As for those hopeless young master soldiers, they never appeared in the New Recruit Training Camp again.

And the attendants who replaced the Syntilla young master soldiers, upon learning from the Vantria instructors that all of this was the Emperor's decision, and that they, these attendants, would no longer be the lackeys of those young master soldiers.

Instead, they would serve as their substitutes, possessing the same training quota and intensity; as long as those young master soldiers showed any violation of military discipline, they could take the young master soldiers' positions and become official Star Alliance soldiers.

Most of the attendants maintained a supportive attitude toward this decision; as for the small number of attendants, if they did not change their concepts in time, Yingzhou would not waste too much time on them.

Xiuluo Holy Star, Hexin Jiashuqu, Teshujiaoyu Zhongxin, Mingxiang Jingshi.

The light is soft, and the air is filled with the faint scent of incense.

A massive figure with dazzling red hair, matching the color of his skin, sits cross-legged in the center of the quiet room.

His eyes are tightly closed, and his body is shrouded in a layer of extremely faint, barely perceptible psychic power.

It is Magnus.

Suddenly, his red eyelashes tremble.

The diamond-shaped mark on his forehead, symbolizing his psychic talent, suddenly lights up, emitting a scorching glow.

"Ugh!"

Magnus lets out a suppressed grunt and snaps his eyes open!

Those eyes are no longer filled with their usual profound wisdom, but are instead filled with shock and a trace of hard-to-detect... excitement? Deep within his pupils, it is as if countless shattered star phantoms are rapidly swirling and disintegrating.

"The barrier... is 'weakening'?"

He whispers to himself.

"The structure... is unstable! Those... those 'noises'... are clearer... pouring in... from the outside..."

He stands up abruptly and walks quickly toward the communication terminal in the corner of the quiet room.

He operates the keys rapidly, the halo of psychic power even causing the air around his fingertips to distort slightly.

"Father! Luojia! The barrier has experienced a large-scale, unnatural psychic turbulence! It... it can't hold on much longer!"

Magnus's voice travels through the communication device to the locations of Yingzhou and another Primarch.