The bird instrument showed that in the command deck cluster at the foot of the space energy guidance hall, a voice came out from the direction of the detection array again, "Category? Nature? Which direction?"
Tabos cut off the call instantly and looked at the deck of the detection array. "The large starship space jumped out of the standard Manzeville point, in the direction of the second quadrant."
Hiss, at least five points. Tabers weighed it in his mind.
The good news is that this is a distance that the fleet's firepower cannot reach at all. It also means that if the incoming enemy is an enemy, the Silver Dawn cannot be attacked. The bad news is that if it is really an enemy, then the time left for them to evacuate is really limited. Running out.
"Emperor's Blessing"
Tybos prayed in his heart that Abaddon's fleet was already a problem they could not solve, and Mortarion's Death Guard later entered the scene. It was not easy for him to step on the time window and get the holy relic back.
If there are new enemies on the scene, if they are squeezed in the retreat direction, there is a possibility that they will be bitten and then annihilated.
+Don't worry they won't come. +The Calvinists have not arrived yet, but the voice has already sounded in the psychic communication. The original body is leaving the teleportation hall at this time, walking towards his palace. The battle on the Vengeful Soul is over, and Abaddon is no longer able to continue. He was able to suppress his injuries, and it would take time to sort out the turmoil in the fleet. Although Mortarion's behavior left him a little confused, judging from the fact that he did not pursue him, this leader of the Death Guard's legion , obviously there are some scruples.
what is it then?
What could make a Daemon Primarch keep his promise in front of his enemies and give up killing an important figure in the Empire?
Calvin didn't have any unrealistic expectations for Mortarion, and he didn't even think that his conscience would reveal it. The only thing that could stop a demon prince from moving forward was the force that could threaten his life.
Calvin turned around in his mind, and then targeted the shadow lurking on him.
After all, the battle just now was still in front of him, and it was this guy who personally promised him that he could stop the threat of Mortarion.
who is he?
Calvin's face was calm and his mind was thinking rapidly, but there was almost no warning for the shadow to appear. He didn't know where to start for a while + Your battleship is good and very unique. +The voice sounded in Calvin's head, showing great interest in the Silver Dawn+Tell me about it? + Calvin felt the message in the words, and it seemed that he was no stranger to the layout of the Queen of Glory + What is here, the energy hub? Your battleship seems to like energy weapons very much. Does it need so many auxiliary devices? ++Yes, due to the needs of the Legion, our plasma engine needs to exceed the standard configuration. In order to make good use of this energy redundancy, we also placed more nova cannons on the bow of the ship. + Calvin kept walking, and during the psychic communication, he also took the trouble to explain that being able to communicate was a good thing, and the other party did not seem to refuse this exchange of information. Calvin did not want to use words to obtain information, but since the other party had He is also willing to be sincere and exchange some useful information while communicating.
+Is that so? What about your fleet... No, you don't have a fleet yet but if you do in the future, pure ranged combat will be a specialty of yours. +Shadow is sensitive enough to this special weapon matching scheme, and immediately pointed out the impact of the Argent Dawn on the style of the entire fleet.
And Calvin was not surprised, and even deliberately slowed down to give him more time to observe + Oh... what is that? Psychic amplification array? Why is it so big? This is no longer an ordinary teleportation equipment. The shadow asked again. It seems that it has never seen this kind of arrangement that spreads psychic circuits throughout the entire hull. You know, even the Thousand Sons, who are famous for their psychic powers and witchcraft, only use talismans. To accomplish this function, as for a complete transformation from the bottom of the battleship?
That was impossible, at least not according to the Empire's official attitude towards psychic energy at the time. And then, the emergence of the "Nikaea Agreement" completely sealed this future.
+Yes, our use of psionics is quite aggressive.
Calvin responded to the shadow's question and demonstrated his power to it.
The pure fire of order flowed in the hands of the original body, and the coldness and silence in it made the shadows sink into silence.
Silent + I understand... This is the meaning of your existence. This is also the special thing about your legion. + Just like its ultimate grasp of the concept of "shadow", when Calvin's power was displayed in front of it, it also understood Calvin's "specialness"
The flowing platinum flame is enough to make it feel instinctive discomfort at the first sight. It is the extreme opposite of chaos, and it is powerful enough to completely destroy everything. + What's the price?
It asked subconsciously, and soon realized that its relationship was shallow + No, you don't need to answer me, let me see for myself. ++As you wish+ Calvin replied slightly disappointed.
Transactions are two-way, and so are cooperation and coexistence. Calvin is not afraid that it will ask, but he is afraid that it will not ask.
And just now, he was only a moment away from knowing its true identity. The thick armored portal opened to both sides. After nodding with the Honor Guards, the original body walked into his own. Bedroom.
The entire team of Templars looked at each other and resumed their previous duty sequence.
The large group of people left in silence, and only two people on duty continued to stand in front of the door amidst the sonorous sound of the Fury's halberd.
"The Astropath sent a contact signal! It was reinforcements from Lucius. Tibos' excited figure appeared in front of Calvin's desk. At this time, Calvin had just unarmed and the two fleets belonging to Chaos began to evacuate. Against the background of the situation, the appearance of this fleet finally gave Calvin real confidence. But when the Black Legion temporarily retreated and the fleet belonging to Mortarion also disappeared into the subspace, he began to fight against the enemy again. Where to go next Well, there's Eren.
The end of the millennium...the roads that were separated...the king who never gave up and the original land of fusion. The message left by Tarien can be called a riddle, but it has to be said that the time, concept, characters, and place are all the same. Everything.
Apart from not being able to understand human speech, there are no other shortcomings, but where should we start?
Calvin is not good at this kind of prophecy, so he can only let it go temporarily after thinking about it. This is also related to Mortarion's words. From what he said, it seems that Allen's whereabouts are closely related, but It is true that his life is not in danger for the time being. Let’s think about it now. Calvin decided to contact Titan as soon as possible after this battle. After all, this kind of work is the professional scope of the Prophet Brotherhood. What he can do here is very limited. It is better to leave professional issues to him. The Chaos Fleet has been left to professionals to build, but the Farr underfoot has become a problem for Calvin. More than a dozen cities, including the Zerita Hive, have not been able to survive the continuous pollution of Khorne and Nurgle. Fortunately, the population here was already very low, and after two huge sacrificial ceremonies, it was no longer worth saving. "Request for communication access!" The servo skull reminded Calvin in his ear, "Access allowed." Calvin looked up and looked forward. After the projector flickered slightly, several figures appeared in front of Calvin.
"In the name of the Emperor! Salute you, Master of the Imperial Eye!
The giant at the head was wearing pitch black KIV type power armor, and the coat of arms on his body felt familiar to Calvin.
Silver-gray imperial wings and a skull, symbolizing purity, are sculpted on his breastplate, while lightning and explicit sigils emerge on his pauldrons.
"Aviler? Which company are you in?" Calvin asked with interest.
What concerned him even more was that when the Astartes warrior appeared, he felt something strange in the shadow for a moment.
"Fifth Company! I am Captain Isaac Arnida."
oh? I remember your defense zone was at Saipramundi? What's the status of your company? "
Calvin asked softly. It was an unexpected joy to meet them here.
Calvin knew that as a fleet supporting a fallen sector, there would definitely be an Astartes Chapter among them.
But to be able to encounter a battle group belonging to the Krieg Alliance here can only be said to be the blessing of the emperor.
"Relying on your help." Arnida first expressed his gratitude to Calvin, and then continued, "Our company is in good condition. The equipment distributed by the alliance has helped us a lot. Now the entire company only has fifteen people. There are gaps, and you can handle any combat mission!"
"Very good!" Calvin replied to Arnida while paying attention to his own shadow.
That mysterious existence fell into silence again after a moment of emotional fluctuations, and Calvin was curious as to what would make it break the concealment it was best at.
Arnida's report is over, and according to the sequence, the commander of this fleet will speak next.
"In the name of the Golden Throne! I salute you! I am the lord of the Imperial Navy, Admiral Vasilev. A bearded man in a red military uniform said, but his voice gave people an abnormal sense of weakness and occupied him. The mechanically modified prosthetic eyes on one third of his face attracted Calvin's attention.
This is not a simple organ modification, nor is it a common body organ enhancement. Calvin can tell from the cables extending from the back of his head that this is a high-ranking officer who has undergone accessory brain information integration and embedding surgery!
Salute to you too! The most loyal sword of the empire! "
Calvin responded in a deep voice. The other party's mechanical transformation had proven his loyalty. Access to such a huge device is undoubtedly the best way to use the human brain and human body to deal with the huge flow of information when commanding fleet operations. But this solution is not suitable for The demand for energy is also huge. Once the transformation is completed, it means that it is impossible for him to embed himself into the battleship after leaving the mechanical throne of the battleship, and communicate directly with the machine soul of the entire battleship. This behavior, for the well-paid Imperial Navy, not only means He gave up a stable and wealthy retirement life, which meant that he had decided to merge with the battleship after death.
To his left, another figure in red robe also spoke at the right time, but judging from the completely anti-human word order, this person obviously had little experience in contacting the outside of the forging world.
Praise be to Om Messiah, the God of all opportunities! According to an ancient agreement. I am Keizer-7909-0-Fermat. Lord of the Forge, the Ruler of the Sage... Greetings from the Forge World of Lucius! "
"Praise to the God of all opportunities, and say hello to you, my dear one."
Calvin's eyes turned slightly, and he finally found the most suitable one from the opponent's lengthy title: "Dear Lord of the Forge... This is the experience Calvin learned in Titan, and he is also a veteran of the Grand Master Council. When dealing with people with dual academic and political identities, they should try to ignore their administrative titles and give priority to addressing them by their highest academic titles. Sure enough, this set of words is particularly useful to the mechanical priests.
After receiving the correct feedback from Calvin, the tall red-robed priest's eyes flashed (in a physical sense), and then he used his synthesized electronic voice to rarely greet Calvin a second time: "Praise the God of all machines. Avatar is happy to work with you”
Nice to work with?
That is, a subtle emotion of displeasure appeared in Calvin's mind, and under his observation, there was indeed a slight embarrassment on the faces of the other representatives.
Okay, this is still a patchwork of troops. Even from their greetings, it can be seen that they may not even have unified command authority!
Fortunately, Calvin is old enough to fight, and any headwind situation is within his psychological tolerance.
He decisively eliminated the brewing embarrassment, looked at the last person on the screen and felt his gaze. The strong man in a gray-green military uniform with bare arms did not hesitate and walked straight towards Calvin. A standard military courtesy: By order of the Inquisition of the Obscure Star Territory, the 91st Regiment of Catachan reports to you!
Catachan? That makes sense. Calvin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and the entire fleet also began to confirm contact with Tabers on the bridge. This fleet that was temporarily pulled up by the Hazy Star Territory finally found someone who could unite them after arriving at the edge of the war zone. characters. ..
At this time, Calvin, who learned about Lucius's direction from the fleet, finally calmed down his heart that had been worried.
After all, it still belongs to the empire, and at least it has not fallen into war. A solid line of defense can give Calvin more confidence to take risks when facing the fog of war throughout Gothic.
And the appearance of this company of the Reviled gave him a new sharp sword in addition to the thousand Astartes warriors under his command.
Hmm...did I forget something?
Calvin, who was finally free, had an instinct
doubts, as if there was something he had overlooked in the meeting just now.
But after thinking about it, he still couldn't find the source of that weird feeling. On the other side of the Far world under his feet, in the dense cluster of asteroids, there was a fierce argument about him going on.
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