The Pale Wing is still using the inertia created by the engine to continue to distance itself from the satellite.
However, whether it is external observation or internal instrument testing, it can be seen that the huge and complex ion reactor is losing thrust output visibly after losing control.
Under DeWitt's throne, the workman priest lowered his head and told him clearly about the dire situation of the engine room being disabled.
The second Assault Talons member of the warband responsible for escorting the hull reacted faster.
While the bridge was still accepting this fact, they had already reached the edge of the scene of the incident:
Unfortunately, their efforts could not change the result.
The members of the team stopped abruptly at the edge of the sudden terrifying power.
Then he witnessed those crew members being reduced to ashes under the psychic flames without daring to take a step further.
Witnessing death is all they can do.
The reply message from the Claw Team was carried out in DeWitt's communication channel, alternately occupying his thoughts with the voice of the Mechanic-Priest beside him.
The news on both sides pointed to a fact that he could not believe:
He and his compatriots seemed unable to leave.
DeWitt is still digesting this reality.
After losing Malthus, the top brass of the warband had no one to advise him.
He looked at the sergeant major and champion swordsman waiting for orders under the throne, but no one could be trusted.
He really wanted to give himself a little more time to think, but unfortunately Calvin didn't have the patience.
With a heart-wrenching sound of metal twisting, the iconic low temperature and fog of subspace transmission appeared on the bridge.
Calvin's figure walked out of a silver light door majestically and stood in front of the midnight lords.
"What are you...?"
Devitt asked Calvin under the protection of a group of Astartes.
The way he looked at Calvin contained a lot of information.
"Just as you imagined."
The silver door of light was dissipating, and Calvin, who had turned from virtual to real, casually dispersed the halo of light at his feet.
That is a little trick that high-ranking members of the Gray Knights will definitely use when teleporting:
If necessary, they can accumulate the space distortion power brought by the teleportation.
Then when you reach your destination, just pick a target that looks "pleasing to your eyes" and throw it at them.
The impact of this skill is usually very good, even if it is as strong as Iron Dreadnought, it will be burned to coke under the strong force.
He originally thought that the moment he appeared, he would encounter desperate resistance from the Night Lords.
This ready-to-go force is just one of his back-ups. If necessary, Calvin can bring out more power.
"The Children of Curze, like the man himself, is full of dull disappointment."
With a group of Astartes onlookers, and in the uncertain eyes of DeWitt, Calvin said this.
"presumptuous!"
Some of the new recruits who were born after the rebellion were still confused about the situation and became furious after hearing Calvin's offensive words.
They passed over the veterans who were standing still and rushed towards Calvin.
However, just one step beyond the boundary of the crowd, they were like insects trapped in pine resin, struggling and solidifying in the air.
Then at Calvin's fingertips, it instantly turned into a group of human-shaped bonfires burning in place.
There are only two new recruits who are slow to react and will not have time to step out of the invisible bottom line.
They looked at the scene in front of them in horror before turning back to look at the only two veterans beside DeWitt.
The veterans stood calmly on the spot without even the slightest extra movement.
They had already confirmed the suspicion they dared not admit from Calvin's first answer.
So as veterans who have been fortunate enough to actually get along with the midnight ghost, they know what they should do at this time.
They may not fear death, but angering a Primarch and subjecting themselves to the same torture as those who came before them is what these villains fear most.
The perpetrator's own greatest fear is often violence.
"I'm not lucky enough to have met other primarchs, and naturally I haven't been able to meet your father."
Calvin turned around in a circle, organizing his words to reach the ears of every soul on the battleship through psychic means.
On the other hand, his "psychic re-engraving process" of this battleship has not stopped.
Every corner of this battleship is being integrated into his perception, and every component and equipment is describing to him in silent language the process of their birth.
From the selection of ore to the forging of metal, from the assembly of the production line to the blessing of the machine god.
Countless amounts of information were flowing from these substances, and then rushed towards Calvin's brain.
Calvin understood that when this information was assembled, the resulting concept would be the true name of the ship, and what the Cult of Mechanicus called the machine soul.
And getting this name, in the realm of psychic energy, Calvin is equivalent to gaining complete ownership of it.
He frowned slightly, enduring the terrible pressure brought by this massive flow of information.
Under the nervous gaze of DeWitt and others, he issued a verdict for these losers:
"But as your father said, you are a sharp blade that fails to forge."
Looking at the Midnight Lords around him who were suppressing their anger but making no move, he sighed with regret:
“The genes of each of the Emperor’s Primarchs contain the seeds of more than one trait that can grow into a trait.
Just like Dorn's determination and good management, Guilliman's strategy and management, Horus' strategy and charm, Sanguinius's charm and prophecy, and Magnus' prophecy and psychic powers...
Each of them has more than one outstanding quality. Even your genetic father and the Lord of the Crows, who is also proficient in the way of shadow, are no exception and have their own talents.
But you... didn't inherit even a little bit?
What did "Midnight Ghost" leave behind on you?
I didn't see anything worth cherishing, I only saw tyranny that lost its original intention and lost control!
You have long forgotten his instructions! Abandoning the original teachings of the night, and killing just for the sake of killing!
He shouldn't have heirs like you!
He is just a stepping stone for you sinners to survive until now!
You have never respected the bloodline of your genetic father!
You are not worthy of carrying his bloodline!
You only deserve my final mercy!
In the name of the Emperor!
In the name of the Imperial Tribunal!
In the name of the Holy Hammer Order!
I! The Primarch of the Gray Knights, Calvin, excommunicates you sinners! "
As Calvin's sentence came to an end, his control of the strike cruiser, now named Pale Wing, was also complete.
The Mechanicus Priest discovered that the battleship's servos had gone offline and lost all control.
Some Night Lords with a strong will to survive were horrified to see that the escape flight deck was locked and could not be opened.
The Astropath found that the ship had become extremely unfamiliar, and began to reject his touch from the very beginning.
The navigator found that his life-saving cabin was tightly locked, and any external communication channels were blocked.
Even in the hidden gaps between the pipes on the bottom of the battleship, the aliens accumulated over the long years feel a strange threat!
But the declaration of judgment in their ears continues and has reached its end!
As Calvin spit out the last words in his mouth, the entire battleship lit up for a moment.
At that moment, a halo of light centered on Calvin and spread toward the entire battleship.
As this halo advanced, every place in this huge space city fell into silence.
Whether mortal or Astartes, psyker or Mechanic-Priest.
Under the spread of this huge halo, they all maintained their last posture of resistance and turned into countless wisps of ashes.
My crotch is stretched, hahaha.
I worked hard yesterday and exhausted myself.
The whole day today was like an unconscious wandering soul.
I really stretched my crotch...
There is only one update today, so please bear with me. Hahahahaha...
(End of chapter)
