Military strength, still military strength.
Although the new recruits on Titan were enlisting in batches of a thousand, Calvin did not feel the burden on him being relieved at all.
Because that's not the norm, just the Titans' accumulation of qualified psykers over nearly a century.
Although his appearance has greatly lowered the threshold for recruits, compared with the recruitment standards of other legions, there are still very few suitable soldiers for the Gray Knights.
And what about his enemies? Will you wait for this army to grow slowly?
These two large groups of his own are already the peak of unprecedented military strength for Titan. But if they are spread across the vast empire territory, can they really affect the situation of the entire empire?
It’s still not enough, at least the current speed of recruitment and conversion into military service is not enough.
At the end of the Great Crusade, with this small force, it was quite difficult to fight a sector-level defensive battle, let alone compete with the complete legions in the hands of other primarchs.
Broken at a touch, crippled by a battle, this is the true portrayal of the Gray Knights Legion now.
According to the current trend, the enemies of the empire have obviously discovered his existence.
The enemy cannot give him time to develop slowly, and the psykers brought by the Black Ship Alliance cannot make up for the severe losses on the legion-level battlefield.
We still have to find a way, but what is the way?
Calvin stepped down from the podium where he explained and demonstrated the battle situation, and his thoughts were going on simultaneously with the war in front of him and the construction of the legion.
The Honor Guards had already accepted the mission and left before, while the remaining Imperial Guards were performing the duties of escort.
The communication channels on the high platform went out one after another, and the commanders on the battleship also formed into groups, preparing to leave.
"Um?"
The original body who was about to leave the conference room stopped again, his instinct reminding him that there were some things or people that he had forgotten.
This weak signal was captured, so he found his target in the crowd - the Astartes representative who was clearly wearing red power armor but had almost no sense of presence.
"Lemuel of Bloodraven?" Calvin looked at him and asked, but this kind of inquiry was just a courtesy.
The latter was obviously familiar with this kind of questionable affirmation, and simply walked out of the crowd to greet him.
"Hail, my lord. The Blood Ravens await your orders."
However, his greeting did not receive the expected response. After an embarrassing and angry wait, he raised his head and looked at the silver-armored giant.
But the giant was also looking at him, or rather looking at his soul.
Two different rays of light extended from the depths of his soul and entwined around him.
The ominous shadow of the curse spread out from within his soul like a crimson veil. The other light, which is also red and slightly dim, sticks to the former, blocking and isolating the leakage of all information.
Curse from the same bloodline, blessing from the same root.
The curse is passed through the bloodline, and its glow is like maggots attached to the bones, trying to extinguish the soul in front of you every moment.
The light of blessing is particularly tenacious, but its dim origin can only mean that its giver has fallen.
Two seemingly homologous forces are entangled and intertwined with each other.
But the source of the former's power still exists, and it is only a matter of time before that blessing is completely extinguished under continued wear and tear.
But the blessing of the latter obviously has its own uniqueness. In addition to proving its owner's knowledge of subspace, its tough shape also has some unexpected effects.
For example, the weak and abnormal sense of existence of the blood crow in front of him is due to this blessing. If Lemuel's emotional agitation hadn't affected his soul, I'm afraid even the Imperial Guards would have subconsciously ignored him.
Even Calvin was quite surprised by this hidden effect with almost no psychic fluctuations. However, if there were no external influence, the complete outbreak of the red curse would only be a thousand or two thousand years ago.
And when that time comes, this Astartes and his comrades will surely have an extremely tragic ending.
Is it a flesh-and-blood mutation starting from the bottom of the gene? Or is it an unstoppable move toward darkness from the depths of the soul? Calvin had no way of knowing the specific outcome, but it would not be good.
He had to hesitate whether to deal with this dangerous war group in advance.
+The twins of curse and blessing+
Calvin's subconscious thoughts were not deliberately obscured, but the Blood Crow, who clearly had the emblem of the think tank in front of him, froze for a moment when he sensed this thought.
+Can you see it? +
He looked at Calvin in surprise, almost unable to believe what he had just heard. The same thoughts jumped in psychic fluctuations in response to Calvin, but the intermittent fluctuations were enough to illustrate the agitation of his emotions.
This is the second person who can see their true nature. In the past thousands of years, neither the top think tanks of other chapters nor the alpha level psykers with enough power to tear the stars can see this. Two essences of power rooted in the souls of the Blood Ravens.
This is definitely his biggest gain from coming here, and as the keeper of the secrets of the Chapter, he absolutely cannot let go of this precious opportunity!
"Then you must have a way!" The blood crow's soul was fluctuating violently, because the existence that gave them the blessing at the beginning told the first blood crows like this.
If you can see it, you can theoretically influence it.
A seemingly simple sentence made these deliberately hidden children search for thousands of years.
Because the givers of these two powers only briefly touched and manipulated this power with the help of the promotion of spells.
There may be people who can naturally and freely observe this force, but they have never seen such people themselves, they only exist in the theories of the school to which they belong.
Does such a person really exist? Maybe there will be, but they will never meet.
That was Lemuel's take on the matter before today, but not anymore.
+I'm not sure...+
Calvin frowned and thought, but did not give a definite answer.
Regardless of whether it is a curse or a blessing, its essence is the endorsement of power and authority. This operation is not difficult for him, but it is obviously a completely new field.
"You can definitely do it!" The emotional Lemuel attracted the attention of the Forbidden Army, and the gilded model halberd was immediately placed in front of him.
But he still strode forward to get closer to the original body, not even caring about the bleeding marks on his face from the halberd.
Calvin raised his hand to signal to the Imperial Guards that the Astartes in front of him obviously did not endanger his abilities.
But the Imperial Guards obviously had their own principles. Although they put away their halberds as they retreated, standing one step behind the original body, the two Imperial Guards clearly had their hands on the plasma pistols on the sides of their leg armors.
Click~
That was the sound of the magnetic holster coming out of place. Calvin knew it, and so did Lemuel. This is the final bottom line for the Imperial Guards. If they take any further step, it will be death.
The surrounding crowd obviously also saw the tense situation in front of the high platform. They slowly stopped and kept quiet to avoid having any wrong influence on both parties there.
"This is not the right time, nor is it a reasonable request." Calvin said, looking at Lemuel.
The people around them were completely unaware of the previous psychic communication, but were surprised to hear the unprovoked conversation between the two.
Realizing the concentration of attention around him, Lemuel finally calmed down.
+The Blood Ravens Chapter is willing to serve you, even to the last warrior. +
Lemuel cast this thought on the giant in front of him, and Calvin also felt the special value of their characteristics in this battlefield environment.
A company that is not full of personnel and does not have heavy equipment is of little significance for the frontal battlefield.
But if they are scattered behind enemy lines, then their "characteristics" will definitely be a hidden and sharp dagger as long as they are not targeted by the enemy's "prophecy".
As for prophecy? This is easy to handle!
Calvin raised his left hand, threw a "psionic seed" with his own characteristics towards the Blood Crow in front of him, and then whispered to him:
"Then use your expertise to fight at the heart of the enemy. Your only mission is to disrupt their plans as much as possible."
This is undoubtedly a promise to Lemuel. As long as he can bring results that satisfy Calvin, and even as long as they continue to exist at the heart of the enemy, then their contribution will be enough to obtain the help of the Primarch.
"Your will!" Lemuel nodded slightly, then turned and left with this "promise".
renew.
