Calvin feels quite strange now. In the confrontation just now, he had a soul-level contact with the reflection of Russ on Ragnar, and the next second his hand reached out to Russ's ship - Hera. Finkel.
This battleship has served under the command of Russ for more than a thousand years. As the flagship of the Space Wolves Legion at its peak, its huge space is naturally filled with the footprints of Leman Russ.
Everything is animistic. This is Calvin's most intuitive feeling about the universe after he came to this world.
And it is in line with his feelings that this Queen of Glory, as the space palace where Leman Russ has stayed for a longer time than Fenris, naturally contains more reflections of the former Wolf King.
What's more, it has never been silent. For thousands of years, the descendants of the Wolf King have been nourishing this huge palace with their own existence.
Therefore, when Calvin's power truly threatened Hrafnkel himself, the spirits that had been accumulated for nearly ten thousand years by the Space Wolves gathered into the reflection of Russ and roared at him in the space of the supreme sky!
The primarch's spirit was impacted by this power, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake him up. His original intention was to quell the civil strife here, not to destroy the spiritual totem of the Space Wolves.
Although he also deplored the sacrifices of those Gray Knights, he could only put aside his intention of revenge for the benefit of the entire empire.
Calvin's will relaxed for a moment, and the giant hand wrapped around the entire Queen of Glory battleship also showed a slight stagnation in response to his will.
It was at this moment that a wolf-shaped shadow spotted his hesitation and jumped out of the psychic blockade on Hrafnkel.
This ghost, representing a certain rune priest, jumped lightly in the subspace and approached Calvin. However, at a long distance, it was forced to stop due to the spiritual radiation of the original body.
He "looked" at the black star in front of him with fear. Although he knew that he was as fragile as a candle in the wind compared with it, he still anxiously sent out a long howl towards Calvin's soul, in which The underlying will clearly shows Calvin:
"Please put away your anger, Sons of the Emperor! All Father and Russ! We never had any intention of betraying the Empire! For the sake of the blood we shed for the Emperor! You cannot inflict this punishment on On those who have no choice but to resist!”
"Resistance as a last resort?" The slight fluctuations in Calvin's will were part of the Tribunal's protection of the Space Wolves for hundreds of years, and were also transmitted to the shadow in the fluctuations of his will.
"Arrogant." Calvin looked at the wolf souls in front of him and gave the most fundamental judgment on their past actions.
"You don't believe that the mortals of the empire have the ability to protect themselves, just as you don't believe that this empire fundamentally belongs to mortals."
"This..." Faced with this accusation, Wolf Soul also hesitated.
He did not want to, nor did he have the right to admit this guilt on behalf of the entire Space Wolves, but he did not have the time or the ability to calm both sides of this battlefield, which were blinded by misunderstandings and prejudices.
"It's your decision." He finally lowered his head in despair. This was not a surrender of his will, but a forced concession in this situation.
Calvin was also satisfied with its reaction. The contradictions behind this battle were far-reaching, and it would not be easy to resolve them overnight.
"Very good, I have no intention of destroying your bloodline. Please believe me, I will give you a reasonable explanation and explanation."
The voice of the Supreme Primordial was as loud as his size, and the shadow had no time to feel fear after witnessing Calvin's true form, and was immediately blown back by the aftermath of the power under the loud noise like the explosion of stars.
However, his heart finally relaxed, because this grand being had stopped punishing him and expressed enough kindness to him while being willing to communicate with him.
It's time to go back.
The wolf soul nodded slightly to the original body in the distance, and then jumped towards the way it came. And after he completely left the star's illumination, a belated fear stirred in his heart.
The Emperor was above. He originally thought that Calvin in reality was terrifying enough, but when he saw the origin of the original body in the Supreme Heaven, all that remained in his mind was fear and horror.
Is this the Primarch?
Even though he could recognize Calvin's identity immediately through the genetic memory contained in his body, who could have imagined that this demi-god exists in the real world and has a more terrifying figure in the subspace?
Are other Primarchs like this too? Impossible, at least he has never seen any Son of the Emperor in the memory passed down by the Legion, who can have such a form in the Supreme Heaven.
Not even the former Crimson King, whose soul was clearly recorded among the Storm Priests who were lucky enough to come into contact with it.
That is an outstanding and transcendent soul. He may have vast knowledge and extraordinary power. He may be able to stir up and manipulate the power of subspace through magic, and show scenes like natural disasters in the human world.
But his essence will never be like the one in front of him. He is the simplest and most intuitively powerful without any need for flaunting or praise.
Yes, it is the simplest, most intuitive, strong, and big.
The strong side comes from the fluctuations that overflow from Calvin's soul, which can be instantly recognized by all psykers who are accomplished in the soul.
It can be seen at a glance that it is not a gift from some existence, but from the firmness built by the condensation of mortal souls.
The larger aspect was even more puzzling to him, because there was no absolute correlation between the size of the soul and its power. On the contrary, the size of a soul is absolutely related to the time it exists and experiences.
And the star-like volume manifested in the supreme sky itself shows that this soul has experienced hardships that others cannot imagine, and has accumulated this kind of experience in countless reincarnations over thousands of years.
An immortal? An immortal possessing the physical body of a Primarch?
The Chaplain of the Space Wolves was horrified by the realization he had come to. He felt that what he might have seen was a terrible secret hidden behind the history of the Empire.
But if you think so, when was he born? What is his relationship with the Emperor?
Why has he never left a trace in the history of the Imperium of Man?
What status and role did he and his legion play in the entire empire's unfortunate history?
He couldn't think about it anymore, he felt that his sanity was on the verge of danger.
But at this moment, on the Hrafnkel in reality, the connection he maintained with his body in reality was being gently shaken by his comrade-in-arms, who was also his apprentice.
"What's the result?"
The Chief Rune Priest Baratheon opened his eyes and felt the light of reality again, and what he heard in his ears were the emotional questions of his apprentice.
"Stabilize! Stabilize..." Baratheon warned his apprentice, also soothing his frightened soul.
After the latter stabilized his emotions again, the chief pastor finally spoke again with his expectant eyes:
"That lord has no ill intentions, and he is willing to listen to our difficulties. The legacy left to us by the original body will not perish, and there will be no new blood flowing here..."
"All father and Ruth are here!" the young wolf cub shouted happily. Although the apocalyptic threat just now had stopped, getting the conclusion from his teacher still made him feel as relaxed as the dust had settled. . ,
That kind of natural disaster scene was really too terrifying. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to see it again in his lifetime...
However, another question immediately appeared in his mind, so the young priest apprentice spoke again under Baratheon's gaze and asked a question that was ignored by him and extremely troublesome:
"What to do with that wolf? He and the wolf guard are still on the black ship."
"Ruth! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
——
What to do with the alpha wolf? Of course it's salad.
At this time, the bridge of the black ship was in a mess, and the alpha wolf Ragna, who had just crawled out of the rubble caused by the impact, happened to see the first time he raised his head holding a heavy sword and heading towards it. He came face to face with the Gray Knight Primarch.
The initial anger had calmed down with the surge of blood. At this time, after Ragnar withstood Calvin's light blow, the calmness and prudence of the leader of the wolf pack finally reappeared in his brain. Gain the upper hand.
Ragnar finally had time to carefully observe the enemy in front of him, and his fighting instinct still existed.
A large amount of fragmented battle information was compiled in his mind, and the image of Calvin was gradually pieced together, and then he came to an inference that he himself could not believe.
First of all, Calvin is big, very big…
There is no problem with this view, because in the Legion of Astartes, the size of the body is actually the traceability and development of its genetic seed.
The larger the Astartes are, the closer they are to their own genetic origins at a purely genetic level, and the amount of force they can control naturally has a higher limit.
Secondly, there is no second best...
Looking at the behemoth in front of him who was nearly four meters tall in the armored state, Ragnar finally understood what he was fighting just now.
Listening to the rumble of the heavy weight of the Dreadnought mecha stepping on the deck after Calvin was fully clothed, the blood in his eyes faded, and the alpha wolf, whose pupils shrank violently, even started to stop breathing the moment he raised his head.
What the hell is this?
It can't be a Primarch, right?
Well, even though he didn't want to admit it, Calvin's iconic figure in the eyes of all Astartes, and the pheromones that the latter exuded as conspicuous as a beacon in their senses, were all sending information to Lager at all levels. Na forced himself to confirm a fact.
A living, unknown, and brand new Primarch stood in front of him in such a bizarre and unreasonable way.
A Primarch living in the 39th millennium of the Imperial Calendar?
Although he has heard of a mysterious battle group that he has never seen before, is the real master of genes behind it, a primarch whose bloodline comes directly from the full father, and who is the equal of his own genetic father, Leman Russ?
Damn Khorne's ass! Is this some kind of imperial joke?
Is this what I just chopped with the battle ax in my hand?
Wait, it seems that I also cut his gauntlet into pieces? Damn it! I'm so awesome...
However, the footsteps getting closer and closer in front of him no longer allowed him to think anymore. The burly figure, exuding an aura of irresistibility, stopped when he walked more than ten meters in front of him.
In the helmetless head of the alpha wolf Ragnar, Riemann's ears, which had just recovered from the shock, had already heard the voice of the mysterious original body!
"Come on! Since the matter is too complicated, let's deal with it simply.
I heard that you Fenris have a rule, which is whoever has the biggest fist, listen to whoever has it, right?
Although fighting you is a bit inconclusive, this is already the best way. What do you think? "
"Huh?" The alpha wolf instantly realized what Calvin meant, but shouldn't that kind of confrontation ritual be witnessed by the mountains of Fenris?
And according to the power that the guy in front of him has, he still needs to use his sword to decide the outcome?
"Don't use psychic powers, just use swords." The alpha wolf's thinking was active on the surface of his soul. Calvin didn't even need to pry, and he solved the former's doubts with words.
"Come! Use the same power as you and don't bully others." The original body once again issued a sacred invitation to the wolf, and the meaning of his words made Ragna furious.
Ruth is on! As soon as these words were spoken, Ragnar visibly raised his fighting spirit again!
He would never accept the other party's contemptuous concession, even if the other party was a powerful Son of the Emperor!
He must not allow the honor of the Space Wolves to be damaged in the slightest, even if he is about to face a demigod walking on earth!
Ragnar roared angrily and rushed towards the original body with all his strength, while the original body stood quietly and waited.
The heavy battle ax was as light as nothing in his hand, and was swung into a blue storm under the blessing of the ancient Terminator power armor. Amidst the protests from the deck below, the strong figure was like a train, rushing towards the silver mountain.
boom!
The sound of metal collisions came from the center of the battlefield, and this was not a simple collision, but nearly twelve weapon collisions in one second!
However, all of Ragna's attacks were blocked by the original body with one hand, and even when the opponent was recklessly hitting his shoulder, he used a subtle adjustment of his center of gravity to maintain his power at the Astartes level. The battle with Ragnar continues.
The fighting on the surrounding decks had stopped. Although the reorganized Black Templars were angry, under the order of Field Marshal of this company, they maintained precious restraint and did not attack the Wolf Guards.
After the latter people returned from the battlefield, they had no intention of attacking again. After they reorganized into an array, they also joined the crowd watching the battle between the alpha wolf and the Primarch...
renew.
(End of chapter)
