"Have we killed that monster?"
A low but hard voice sounded on the later flagship of the Chaos Fleet, but the sound itself carried a lot of doubt.
"I'm afraid not."
Another voice also answered with a firm tone after witnessing the fleet's destruction of Pale Wings.
A dirty black robe enveloped the Black Mechanicus priest, who was completely composed of mechanical tentacles and could no longer identify his human form.
It was an organ that could barely be called a head. Supported by a respirator that was more symbolic than practical, it gave its basis to the initiator of the problem.
The dark green data pad was pulled out from the command podium by one of its tentacles. The end of the claw-like tentacles rummaged through the scarlet blasphemous data records on the screen:
"The augur shows that there are 0.03 seconds left before the bombardment, and there are signs of teleportation on the Pale Wing, which cannot be effectively stopped.
After the target location is updated, there is a high probability that it is near the hives numbered 5-9, and orbital strike measures can be considered for further remedies.
"in addition……"
The priest looked at the burly Astartes behind him, but his armor had sharp horns and sharp teeth.
"Based on general theory, the probability that he belongs to a super-sized body is greater than 99%, and the probability that you belong to a monster..."
"Can you shut up?"
Kelsen shook the lightning claw in his hand, interrupting the mechanical priest's summary.
"Okay, after calculation, the probability of being destroyed before I finish my statement is greater than 95%..."
The priest with the blasphemous technology was still faithfully immersed in the calculation of data, but the former Night Lord Black Armor was no longer in the mood to listen to his report.
His heavy body wearing Terminator power armor stepped on the steps like ringing a bell, approaching another relative in the cabin.
"What's your opinion? Should we carry out the original plan? Or should we follow Father Norris's opinion and clean up this place first?"
"There is no time, my brother."
The mysterious Astartes, who wore green power armor and had scaly patterns on his torso, said to him.
“In Master Hydra’s plan, the fleet’s subsequent material supply must be completed within 5 standard Terra revolution cycles.
The system of this industrial planet has consumed so much of our energy that it cannot be destroyed any longer.
The power of the macro cannon is obviously excessive and will affect the stability of the sector. I cannot bear the risk of other problems occurring before the industrial zone produces the last batch of materials! "
"So you want to let him exist. You know there are still resisters here. If you add this monster..."
"Not anymore!"
The mysterious Astartes interrupted the Night Lord and looked at the area on the surface where industrial waste gas was still being emitted and said:
"There are still 30 standard rotation cycles before the last supplies. After getting this batch of supplies, let Father Norris drop the virus bomb he stored. Under a natural disaster, everything here will end."
Kelsen's facial expression is hidden behind his helmet, making it difficult to tell whether he agrees with this sentiment.
But the identity of the Astartes in front of him was extremely special. On this battleship belonging to the Night Lords, his status at this time even surpassed that of Kelsen, the nominal master of the war gang.
"Well, as you wish. The fleet will wait in orbit until what you want arrives."
Taking one last look at the starry sky outside the porthole, Kelsen lost interest and gave the captain the order to reach close orbit and conduct synchronous cruise, then turned and left...
On the other side of the starry sky, thousands of light-years away, the fleet from Orps has quietly arrived at the outskirts of the Lyak galaxy.
The huge but tiny figures of the three cruisers were currently exploring and advancing in a battle formation in the starry sky.
Now that they have lost Lyak's interstellar channel, they can no longer make precise jumps through the subspace.
As the first batch of advance ships, they could only use their own engines to crawl slowly in the endless starry sky between galaxies.
"Haven't you found that galaxy yet?"
Alan Janus stood on the top floor of the battleship of the Soul Redeemer, looking indifferently at the boring scenery outside from the perspective of the huge porthole of the church-like building.
In the previous emergency communication with Krieger, 383 sons of Calvin led by him had already set off on the battleship first.
Under the guidance of the navigators regardless of the cost, the Grand Cruiser's Glorious Blade broke through the barriers in the subspace with powerful force and met up with the Revenant Redeemer at the agreed coordinates.
Jules and Gavins finally met these sons of Calvin.
These new Gray Knights are just as they expected, pure and firm, but also possess the unique qualities of Calvin.
Allen also saw the difference of Gavins at first sight. Like the honor guards behind him, he was deeply soul-bound to Calvin.
This kind of spiritual unity and mutual rendering, in front of these Gray Knights who carry Calvin's genes, have a trust foundation and special tacit understanding that other compatriots can't match.
After a brief exchange of greetings, they had confirmed their mutual affiliation. Except for Alan Janus, who was promoted to the temporary arbiter with an exception, the remaining Gray Knights automatically became private soldiers recognized by Titan.
The new Gray Knights have no objections. They extend their trust in the Honor Guard to the entire Chapter.
The latecomers, numbering nearly 400 people, did not turn against the guests as Jules worried. Instead, they showed their discipline and obedience in the reorganization instructions that were resolutely executed one after another.
This kind of smooth reception made Yule greatly relieved. At the same time, he was also very grateful to have Gavins and others on this trip.
Their equipment has also been updated in time:
Under the emergency deployment of Aidan and Yule, the reserve supplies of the entire Gray Knights of Orps were concentrated on the Revenant Redeemer.
On this battlecruiser named after their genetic father, the newly born Gray Knights took off the Mark series power armor produced in the Krieg system and replaced it with the brand new Aegis type power armor.
Their weapons have also changed from the standard bolt guns and power swords:
A large number of storm-type psychic bolt guns and Nemesis Halberds are piled up like a hill in the weapons warehouse of the Redeemer of the Souls.
What was piling up even more were countless psychic armor-piercing bullets and Kraken-type armor-piercing bullets.
With the arrival of these special equipment belonging to the Gray Knights' psychic combat mode, Aidan and his brothers breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt that the Chapter attached great importance to them.
With these new forces in place and their professional equipment equipped, training began smoothly, and Yule finally got away from the busyness.
Standing high on the training ground, he looked at these Gray Knights who seamlessly connected with the Honor Guards and could directly enter "legion mode" to fight without having to adapt.
He couldn't help but said to Tabos beside him:
"Time is such a wonderful thing. It always reminds me inadvertently that I may be old."
Second update, please vote. In addition, in order to thank the book friend Da Sheng Zhai for the 10,000 rewards, I will try to add an update tomorrow because I am incompetent...
(End of chapter)
