"Well done! The reborn Silver Blade!"
After the dust settled, Grand Master Urdas stretched out his hands and shook hands with Calvin across from him.
If you ignore the sparks flying and creaking ceramic steel gauntlets, you would almost think this is a compliment.
But Calvin couldn't resist yet, after all, both the soldiers behind him and the onlookers of the Tribunal were not far away. He could only stand there with a smile, using his own strength to bear the veteran's anger calmly.
"No, just call me Calvin. It's just a coincidence, there won't be another time." Calvin assured Urdas.
"Humph... It's best this way." Uldas muttered angrily, but still changed the topic to normal work.
"How long can we stay?" the veteran asked Calvin.
"It won't be long. Terra is waiting impatiently. I mainly accept some of the previously ordered supplies, sort out the equipment and leave." Calvin whispered to Urdas.
The latter looked with satisfaction at the Honor Guards around the original body, who were spontaneously opening a defensive circle, ignoring Judge Phaethon's request for help from Urdas's guards, and squeezing the former a very far distance away.
"The training is good! We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and these stupid young people have finally turned a corner and become a bit like a guard."
Urdas asked Calvin with a smile, remembering the mistake they made when recruiting troops on Terra.
"Ha, don't mention this. They are also new in this area, so they have to give them some time to grow, right?" Calvin shook his head with a smile. The days on Terra seemed like yesterday.
The mistakes made by Gavins and the guards at that time seemed to be right in front of them and vividly remembered.
The former is now far away in Orps and has become a talent who can take charge of his own business.
"Ah, by the way, that Sutherland. I mean, did he make it through?" Calvin asked curiously.
Mentioning Terra, he had to recall Sir Sutherland, who was fearless in front of him.
Even the thin and stubborn figure in the back cabin of the Thunder Eagle appeared in front of him again.
"He..." Urdas was obviously impressed by this young man.
"He is very good and outstanding. I just don't know if he can retain his previous memories after this hibernation."
"I understand." With Urdas's approval, Calvin finally concluded this memory. He was about to talk about other matters, but Urdas brought the topic directly to the core.
"Take these new soldiers with you, they have been waiting for you for a long time." Urdas advised.
"What about you here? Will there be too much pressure?" Calvin did not agree immediately.
From the perspective of legion building, he certainly wants to take these new recruits with him and train them.
The training of legion warriors is inherently different from that of traditional Gray Knights. After completing basic psychic law training here in Urdas, there is no need for them to continue traditional Gray Knight training;
Moreover, the presence or absence of legionary will is also extremely important to the growth of the Sons of Calvin. Without the former information and underlying genetic stimulation, the sons of Calvin would never be able to reach their theoretical growth limit.
"There are still five full squads here, plus the ones you left in Orps, which is enough." Urdas explained to Calvin.
Taking a standard ship-based squad of 20 people as a unit, five squads are enough to dominate and cover a complete battle zone, or support five scattered battle zones dominated by other forces.
And as the direction of Orpheus gradually calms down, Gavins and the Gray Knights under his command are about to return. Counting them as strategic reserve forces, then there are nearly two companies of Gray Knights stationed in this star field.
"This is indeed enough." Calvin affirmed.
This number of garrison troops is enough to cope with all other events except for very large chaos invasion events.
Even if there is a super-large Chaos invasion, this force can delay the arrival of support for a while.
"Then let's do it like this. It just so happens that you want to let the fleet rest for a while. Wait for this new batch of
The soldier wakes up from hibernation, and you just lead the team to leave. "The veteran made a prompt decision and settled the matter.
"Okay, then I'll revise the schedule." Calvin nodded and agreed to the matter.
At this time, Calvin held an important position and had special significance to the Legion. In order to prevent Chaos from sniping him, the confidentiality level of his actions is naturally extremely high.
But no matter how careful he is, the Guardian Shaper Grand Instructor in front of him is definitely not the target of his precautions.
After talking with the veteran about the source of troops, Calvin finally looked at Judge Phaethon who had never left outside the guard circle.
"The Tribunal of Demons, High Inquisitor Phaethon, salutes you! Your Excellency, the Supreme Lord, Grand Inquisitor."
Seeing Calvin's gaze towards her, the Inquisitor leaned forward, performed the aquila salute, and introduced himself loudly.
"oh?"
As soon as Calvin's thoughts moved, the guards who were originally blocking the Inquisitor silently retreated to both sides.
Phaethon looked up and saw the face of the primarch, looking down at her with a half-smile because of her tendentious interpretation of the title.
When the other party addressed him, he neither added the prefix of Imperial Senate to his name, nor did he follow his duties as a Gray Knight and Grand Master of the Silver Blade.
This selective title itself has rich meanings and a clear stance.
"Hail to you too, loyal servant of the throne."
Calvin's voice was steady, as if he didn't hear the intention of her title. But in this case, no denial is admission.
Another member of the Transformation Sect? A thread formed in Calvin's mind, thinking about the communication hidden beneath the conversation between the two.
The latter's name for Calvin actually represented the thoughts of quite a few people in the Inquisition.
Most of the Inquisitors of this faction come from the Storm Sector and are Calvin's colleagues and subordinates in the Battle of Orpheus.
It was during this battle that they noticed Calvin's characteristics and his extremely special status in the Holy Hammer Order.
(The original body's height is iconic, and its influence on the Chapter in the cultivation of gene seeds is also irreplaceable.
The Inquisition had already suspected Calvin from the speed of his rise and frequent contacts with Mars during such a long period of time.
But the appearance of this Primarch is really too bizarre. Until the Emperor and the Throne Chamber officially recognize it, they have no room for intervention other than to wait and see what happens.
And the Inquisition is also happy to accept the existing reality. After all, the rise of Calvin strengthens the power of the Holy Hammer Order, and the Gray Knights and the Holy Hammer Order are themselves part of the Inquisition. )
In the context of the "Antarctic *** Conference", Calvin had just become a high lord at that time.
These judges were also the first batch of members of the tribunal to gather under Calvin in response to internal edicts.
The Battle of Orps and even the subsequent War to Recapture the Hassan Sector were undoubtedly the best windows for the Order of the Hammer to showcase Calvin to the outside world.
It was during this period that the local factions of the Inquisition in the Storm Star Territory had enough time to observe and participate in Calvin's work, and thus had enough understanding of him and the strange and mysterious Holy Hammer Order behind him. and strategic mutual trust.
Calvin's attitude towards mortal politics and his ability to learn, as well as his toughness and determination to take on responsibilities, made the Inquisition realize that he was a rare alternative among the Astartes.
And the Gray Knight's incorruptible qualities, which took nearly ten thousand years to build, also made their hearts beat.
Yes, in the lonely journey of fighting Chaos, in an environment where everyone around you may fall.
The most basic education that every judge receives is to doubt everything.
Doubt your subordinates, doubt your colleagues, doubt your superiors, and doubt your comrades;
No one is trustworthy, and everyone is capable of corruption.
They were isolated in this suspicion and formed temporary or permanent factions according to different purposes.
The warrior associations of the Astartes are not enough to describe the complexity of this structure, and the game Werewolf handed down from ancient Terra also pales in front of their complex multiple identities.
Don't they want someone they can trust absolutely?
"Uh..." Huge pressure came instantly. Phaethon, who witnessed the essence of human genetic technology, gritted his teeth and survived the war initiated by the bottom of his body.
She walked away from the edge of sanity collapse, but after regaining her consciousness, she became more convinced of the vague speculation in her heart.
"What do you want, sir?" Calvin asked.
"Nothing, I just want to pay tribute to you on behalf of all colleagues of the Inquisition on Titan II." Phaethon replied.
The two of them unanimously used the ancient Gothic language, and it seemed that the conversation was not an ordinary conversation, but an audience with the monarch.
"Nothing, just retreat."
"I will obey the order."
Judge Phaethon finished the original eagle salute and turned to leave without saying anything more.
Calvin and Urdas looked at each other without any communication.
Amid the flow of busy servitors carrying the sleeping Son of Calvin, two giants made of steel stood on the pale plain against the cold wind.
That tall and heavy body remained motionless, as if until the end of time...
