"what is that?"
An ethereal warning sound like a whale song echoed across the bridge, jolting Commodore Philorence Felix from the task at hand.
This ethereal sound does not seem to come from the mortal world. Although it is graceful, it is extremely dangerous:
To the ears of naval personnel who have been sailing in subspace for many years, it is no less dangerous than the bright red warning indicating overload on the Geller status meter at the stern of the ship.
Florence opened her eyes hard, struggling to get her attention away from the endless tide of data in her brain, and looked at the crowd gathering at her feet.
"Calm down!" The corners of his mouth opened slightly, but the voice came from the loudspeaker at the top of the domed hall.
The officers on the bridge bowed to him one after another, and he also temporarily slowed down the data flow connecting the battleship to his spine through the throne, and selectively magnified the information about the fleet ahead in his pupils.
In theory, this information can be viewed by all bridge members, but in fact, if anyone wants to do this, he can only go under the captain's throne to watch the battleship that is synchronously linked to the captain's own pupils. Operate the main screen.
This is the current situation, and the position of the escort fleet in the fleet's sailing sequence does not matter.
Although the officers on the bridge complained a lot out of honor, since things must be done, they were also happy to enjoy the occasional relaxation in the long and high-pressure work.
When the non-combat alarm from the front resounded throughout the fleet, without the pressure of combat, these high-ranking officials could only come under the captain's throne and try to understand as much as possible what was happening ahead.
"what is that?"
Such doubts not only exist in the minds of the officers of the Imperial Navy, but in fact, as the spearhead of the entire fleet, the Gray Knights on the Angel of Punishment are also doubtful.
The subspace voyage reached the end of Holison's leg. According to the navigator's prediction before departure, they should be less than a week away from the Federman Galaxy.
And it was on this "ninety" of "a hundred miles and half a hundred miles" that the Angel of Punishment's auspicious device apparently found something in front of the channel, and that's why it sounded such a violent alarm.
Calvin, the top officer of the fleet, has received this warning and is leaving his residence and heading towards the antechamber of the bridge.
The first person on duty here, the temporary captain of the Angel of Punishment, Gray Knight Tybos, is repeatedly checking the data of the auspicious device with the help of a group of mortal officers, but has been reluctant to give a valid answer. plan.
"Your Majesty, what are you struggling with?
No matter what kind of damn accident it was, isn't your first question, tell us the specific situation?
The original body is coming soon, you don't want to tell him, right? "
Allen looked at the serious-looking officials and raised his own questions on behalf of the Gray Knights on the ship and the officials of the Tribunal.
This seemingly severe urging and questioning was obviously appreciated by the inquisitors and imperial guards, and Tabers, who was questioned, also understood the contradiction through the "reminders" of his own people, and thus responded to the specific situation amidst everyone's expectations. explain.
"The auspicious detection shows that we will encounter an 'object' on the waterway in half an hour, and the reflection projection obtained by the detection array shows that its mass is very large."
"Can't you avoid it?"
An inquisitor asked aloud, but then he remembered that he was not on a mission alone. The huge fleet trying to adjust its course in the subspace was definitely not something that could be done in half an hour.
"Then, can we try to destroy it?"
New communication channels are constantly being accessed above the bridge. On the screen belonging to the Wailer, senior commander Van Vries has obviously heard the previous discussion.
"It can be considered... If the existing marching array remains unchanged, then there will be at least four and at most six Nova Cannons with effective firing range in the front section, which is enough for implementation..."
Tabers nodded to his comrade in the brother unit and showed enough respect.
After thinking briefly, he came up with the firepower that could be used immediately from a positive cross-section of the fleet. And just when he was about to affirm this plan, the detection feedback of the auspicious array was refreshed again.
The comprehensively updated data on the screen made Tabos stop talking. Under the gaze of everyone, he smiled bitterly and pointed to the red data highlighted by the servo in the center of the screen and said:
"There is no possibility of destroying the target."
"Why?" Allen asked.
"Because it's too big! Destroying it will only create more trouble for the fleet."
Without waiting for Tabos' explanation, Calvin's voice sounded from the back of the crowd.
The original body's voice was heard by the officers on the bridge before his heavy footsteps. Everyone turned around in excitement, just in time to see Calvin's iconic burly body, wearing gorgeous silver heavy armor. Enter from the front hall of the bridge.
"Salute to you! The reborn Silver Blade!"
"Good day! Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor!"
"Father!"
Calvin kept walking under the greetings of the Astartes and Gray Knights, and nodded gently to everyone present.
There was a silver light flashing in his eyes, but it did not represent angry thunder;
The divine soul made his eyes full of unique emotions, which made everyone present, whether it was the Astartes or the Gray Knights who gave him a loud greeting;
Those mortal crew members who were infected by his presence and were so excited that they couldn't help themselves felt like they were being watched gently.
Gentle, solemn, solemn, compassionate;
Pure, cold, clean and powerful.
He is like a silver moon under the starry sky, always acting as the projection of the sun in the darkness, giving the lost people the light of redemption;
He is also like the most refreshing ice fountain. Under the bone-chilling coldness, he is the most unambiguous question about faith.
This is the first impression that Calvin gives to the mortals who are lucky enough to see him in daily life; it is also his increasingly obvious influence on the outside world since his second physical evolution.
Calvin didn't pay too much attention to similar changes, or because of his various understandings of the Primarch through the internal information of the Inquisition, he also knew that this was a gradual transformation from a mortal to an inhuman existence.
Since you can't escape, just enjoy it in peace.
The tall silver giant was still moving forward, and the crowds along the way were like a disturbed lake. Whether they were gray knights or mortal crew members, they all knelt down uniformly to perform the Imperial Eagle Salute.
The entire bridge seemed to be given a more exciting mood after Calvin's arrival. The crowd welcomed the arrival of the original body with suppressed excitement, and the entire space seemed to be given a brighter color.
Tabos on the high platform looked at Calvin's figure from a distance, shaking his head and smiling bitterly at the impact he had.
The original body's growth is getting faster and faster, and this innate personal charm is so strong that some veterans within the Chapter are not confident in how to ensure that the original body's normal advice is maintained.
Yes, who can refuse such a person? But how could such a precious person not have the eyes to see the world objectively and be surrounded by flattery and unprincipled submission every moment?
Someone has to keep calm!
Someone must be loyal to the Primarch and maintain their opinions humbly and truthfully!
Tabos secretly encouraged himself, but when the silver demigod stepped onto the bridge and faced that familiar, divine face, he still sadly fell.
"My lord!"
Tabos and his heavy Terminator armor knelt down on one knee, making a heavy sound on the deck of the bridge.
Well, it seems that this veteran finally chose to follow his inner thoughts and express his truest emotions to the master of his legion.
renew.
(End of chapter)
