"Are you so anxious to leave after being promoted?" This was Calvin's first sentence when he saw Yule.
As soon as the door to the central command room opened, Calvin's eyes immediately found Yule, who was getting ready to leave.
He took out the psionic crystal dagger produced in the forging world of Demos from the weapon box that opened automatically on his thigh on his power armor and threw it at Yuler.
The latter was also dumbfounded as he caught the dagger and put it away.
Calvin used this weapon with his psychic power as a gift to celebrate Jürle's promotion again after two hundred years of service. It was also a subtle joke on Jürle's eagerness to leave.
"That's right..." Yule said with a wry smile. His reaction made Calvin stop the congratulatory message he was preparing. It seemed that this change was not a routine promotion.
At their level, the military rank and authority are only a thin line away from the Grand Master Council at the top of the real battle group. In terms of command power alone, there is not much difference.
At this level, he was transferred from the Silver Blade of the Eighth Company to the Blackmailer of the Seventh Company as the company commander. In addition to being promoted, it also meant that someone in his front line had fallen.
"who?"
Calvin indirectly confirmed the news from Yule and asked seriously.
"Gwen, brother Gwen Leoric." Yule lowered his head and said in a low voice.
Calvin's heart twitched: The Grand Master of the Seventh Order? This is no small matter.
"Where? When did it happen?"
"The Eye of Terror, a nearby unstable rift with the subspace. On the way there, Brother Gwen encountered an entire Chaos warband belonging to the Black Legion."
"Fight to death? Or fearless?" Calvin asked again.
"Fearless, the rescue operations afterwards were very successful, but his injuries were still too serious. After Brother Gwen's own wishes were confirmed, he has been buried in the prepared sacred Fearless."
Jules explained to Calvin that in his opinion, this kind of promotion through adjustment of rank was of little significance. Even if possible, he would rather be buried in the sacred coffin than himself, rather than someone with excellent diplomatic skills. Leoric.
Calvin was silent after hearing Jules' explanation. On the one hand, he was grateful for Leoric's strength, and on the other hand, he was sad for the battle he participated in.
As a company dedicated to dealing with the Inquisition, Gwen and the Blackmailers under his command had little time to participate in the Chapter's internal tasks.
They are a permanent armed force, a powerful force that provides exclusive services to the Tribunal.
When a company of Gray Knights as the core force suffered heavy losses, and even a Grand Master of the Order of the Holy Hammer died of serious injuries and was buried in the Holy Dreadnought even though he was escorted by a champion swordsman, what about the casualties of other personnel? It can be seen.
The two people in the hall were silent for a moment, both worried about the war in the distance.
After all, it was Yule who took the lead in withdrawing his emotions. He glanced at Calvin's waist teasingly and said:
"I heard, you gained a lot this time out."
"Ah, yes," replied Calvin.
"It's really yours. Not only did you go out and earn a lot of favors from those corn spirits, but I heard that you also got a psychic Titan back? What's wrong? This doesn't satisfy you anymore? What happened to the sword on your waist? thing?"
"You mean this?"
Calvin reached to his waist with one hand, took off the Sword of Oath and handed it to Yule's hand. The simple-decorated sword was a sacred object, and it seemed as quiet as an ordinary power sword in the hands of others.
"Well..." Yule's cautious eyes scanned the entire scabbard, and then he slowly pulled out the sword body.
Buzz!
With the blessing of some psychic energy, the sharpness of the Oath Sword and the runes of unknown abilities on the sword lit up, and a destructive force aimed at all subspace creatures made the air in the entire hall suppressed.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to keep this sword."
After confirming some details recorded in the data, Yule said to Calvin seriously.
"Any idea?"
Calvin didn't care too much. He did have a swordsmanship from the Ultramar champion in a certain timeline, and it was not bad.
But now that he is no longer a recruit, this swordsmanship is no longer the skill he relies on for a living.
Compared with the sword skill of defeating the enemy within ten steps, he, who is now close to maturity in martial arts, is obviously more interested in heavy weapons that are ingenious but not workmanlike.
The existence of "Mission" has already satisfied most of his needs for weapons, and the arrival of this sword is really the icing on the cake.
It's a joy to get, like other warriors, no one dislikes the sword; it doesn't matter if it is lost, after all, it is not his main weapon.
"Well, I don't know the specific reason, but the old man in the family attaches great importance to this sword."
Yule sheathed the sword of oath and returned it to Calvin. Watching the latter hang it back on his waist casually, he couldn't help but add:
"The Titan fleet that will meet it has already set off from the direction of Terra. Three battleships were mobilized in the name of supplementing the insufficient performance of the battleships you proposed last time."
"I go!"
Calvin was shocked, and then he looked at the sword on his waist again.
"A fleet? Just for that?"
"Well, you have to go back as its finder and guardian."
"…………Understood"
Calvin really understood the importance of this sword this time.
It was obviously unreliable to hang it casually in his waist, so he decided to ask the technical sergeant in the logistics to get a reliquary, put the sword in it and carry it behind his back to reassure him.
"Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Calvin looked at the Sword of Oath in his hand and asked Le finally.
"It's time for you to go back to Terra, Calvin." Yule reminded.
"…Understand that someone has already reminded me."
"But have you ever thought about what identity you will use to go back?"
"I don't know, this is indeed a problem." Calvin was also a little troubled by this matter.
He doesn't care about the name or the status.
After more than 10,000 years of the Emperor's downfall, another person appears claiming to be the Primarch of the Emperor's Son?
Are the high lords on Terra going crazy?
Just imagine that his existence is directly exposed to the center of the stage of all forces in the empire. Even if he does not have much political experience, he instinctively knows the dangers involved.
And to be honest, Calvin himself was not prepared for the sudden addition of a father who claimed to be the emperor above his head.
But if he didn't have this status, how could he return to Terra?
Do you really think that the Throne Courtyard is a vegetable market, and you just enter when you say it?
Of course, the Forbidden Army could break the rules and let him in, but that was completely different from actually entering the imperial city in their own name.
As long as he dares to do that, he will never have a chance to establish his influence from now on.
The label of "double puppet of the Throne Court and the Inquisition" will be firmly attached to him, and there will be no chance to take it off until his death.
"You need a glory." Yule looked at Calvin seriously and said.
Afraid that he might not understand, Yule repeated again seriously:
"Unlike those of us who are destined to fight in the dark side of the Empire, if you want to represent us, you must go to the light. You need to be in the light of the Empire once, so that everyone can have undisputed glory. Come as a gateway to Terra Tickets.”
"this……"
This time it was Calvin's turn to smile bitterly. As a simple soldier, he was absolutely competent, but to become a public figure standing in the light was definitely a blank that he had never had in his two lives.
"You have no choice. From the time you become a chapter in the future, you will represent far more than yourself. Grow up quickly, Calvin. I know it is difficult, but grow up quickly! Too many people are waiting for your appearance, and too many regrets are waiting for you to grow up before you have the opportunity to change. You don’t need to be afraid, there is no essential difference between this and your warrior career, it’s just that the direction of the battle is different. .”
Yule finished his thoughts in one breath, then patted Calvin on the shoulder and said:
"Don't worry about the resistance you encounter. There are many more people supporting you behind you than you think. Think of us and the Imperial Guards who have come all the way from Terra. If you need support, you can ask for it from home. If you need diplomatic communication, Just go find the corn, that’s what they’re here to do, you’re welcome.”
"Is this what you think?" Calvin asked with a wry smile while touching his nose.
"It's me, and it's not just me."
Yule smiled mysteriously, said goodbye to Calvin, then turned and walked out. From then on, only Calvin was left in the empty hall.
In the days that followed, Calvin's life was relatively peaceful. Before the arrival of the fleet to welcome the Sword of Oath, his life was filled with training and daily administrative work.
The gains from the battle on the nameless planet were significant. In addition to gaining two valuable talents, Calvin also made up for the lack of his soul to a considerable extent.
However, this once again brought about a new problem, that is, Calvin's physical growth rate was once again left behind by his soul.
The human body is like a barrel. The shortest board always determines the upper limit of ability.
But behind this simple truth, there is another hidden reality:
Since the shortest board is the ceiling of the upper limit of ability, in theory, the pressure it bears is also the heaviest part of all abilities.
This is what happened to Calvin now. More than forty years after the last "baptism of holy blood" in his body, the pressure from his soul that he had almost forgotten appeared again.
The pain came without warning, just as intense and unreasonable as his secondary growth on the Mariachi Band.
This was Calvin's negligence. He had actually had an experience before and shouldn't have been in such a mess.
But being too focused on the spiritual world, he only saw the feedback of skills after the demon soul was absorbed, and forgot about the digestion process after absorption, as well as the pain of spiritual growth caused by soul repair after that...
In short, in the second week after Yuler left, and three weeks before the arrival of the Titan fleet, Calvin once again passed out without warning in the steel cage in the training hall.
The other Gray Knights who were training on the side suddenly went into chaos. The false threat of the original body being assassinated made these warriors like hairy hedgehogs. They turned the entire Titan II fortress group inside and out several times. Not to mention, the alert level of the entire galaxy. It was also stretched to the maximum.
During these days, the leaderless Titan II gave up all its outward expansion operations. After taking over the defense, Chief Adjutant Gavins of the Honor Guard quickly sealed off the entire galaxy's waterways.
When this pocket-shaped galaxy with only one channel exit decided to close itself off from the country, the completely ineffective subspace beacon and star torch control table caused the entire galaxy to disappear from the eyes of the empire.
No matter whether it was the passing imperial armed merchant ship or the black ship that the Inquisition came to ask for help, they could not find the road to Titan II on the star map.
This caused a considerable degree of trouble for the fleet that arrived later. At the same time, the entire Titan II was unknown, and it coincidentally escaped the long-planned revenge from Tzeentch...
These are things for later, let’s not mention them for now. The only concern at the moment was Calvin's own situation.
Unlike the last time he completely lost consciousness after a coma, this time Calvin was conscious throughout the coma, but he could only be trapped in his own spiritual world and unable to move.
He also wanted to take over his body again, but the feedback of spiritual energy to the body was completely based on instinctive and systematic adjustments. He was not sure whether he could complete this complicated task, so he instinctively did not interfere with this process.
The pharmacist brothers immediately put him into the life-support cabin to observe the situation. After collecting the latest basic data and abnormal signs, these pharmacists who have been engaged in the transformation and treatment of Astartes for decades or hundreds of years also Dumbfounded:
Calvin's body temperature did not fall below 40 degrees throughout the entire process!
His body is growing at a high speed while continuously absorbing the electrolytes in the life-support cabin at a high speed!
The original height of more than 3.3 meters barefoot has increased by more than 20 centimeters in just two weeks, and it is still continuing!
During this period, Calvin's cell activity had exceeded their limit: while the simple activity was close to the level of the Nurgle virus in the sample library, the force response in the cells also made them doubt life and science, and by the way, they could doubt again. Let’s see if the creature in front of us still belongs to the category of carbon-based organisms...
The openable skin flap that originally replaced the black carapace interface has completely disappeared! Replaced by optical fiber-like psychic pipeline connections! jj.br>
Under the continuous detection and scanning of auspicious instruments and magnetic resonance machines, the pharmacists witnessed with their own eyes that sections of tissue that resembled strengthened muscles and also resembled psychic channels completed a whole-body growth along the aorta route in Calvin's body, and finally There came a victorious meeting in his heart!
Your Majesty the Emperor, they don't know what kind of creature this guy in front of them is, but they vaguely have the answer.
As for the situation this guy is in now, they probably already know:
But assuming you have heard of secondary development, have you also heard of tertiary development?
They had no way of knowing the specific reason. After requesting Titan to access Calvin's medical background database and comparing it with Calvin's treatment records on the Mariachi, they finally knew the best way to deal with it at the moment:
"Supplies! Give him everything he has! Give him everything he needs! Give him unlimited amounts!"
Titan II is much larger than Mariachi.
Well, that's bullshit.
But what the nonsense means is that the medical resources on the Titan 2 are much more than the temporary reserves on the Mariachi.
Therefore, Calvin's third systematic functional adjustment, which far exceeds the secondary development, has naturally received the full support of the entire Titan!
During this tense time for everyone on Titan II, the "custodian" brothers of the Fifth Order were as happy as the New Year.
They had to adjust their emotions in advance when announcing safety every day to avoid laughing out loud in front of a group of worried comrades.
Because Calvin, this "theoretical existence", this "pinnacle legacy of the Empire's genetic technology" created by the Emperor himself, this "living fossil of the Empire's genetic technology in the Dark Ages" not only gave them countless surprises, it also greatly broadened their horizons. broaden their horizons.
And just when this "festival" that only belongs to the pharmacist brothers seems to be going on, Calvin's growth process is finally coming to an end.
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