Perhaps from the perspective of his previous life, Calvin’s wishes were good, but according to the country he lives in today, his ideals are small and shallow.
A mortal army with a military soul may indeed be a practical currency in the hands of the emperor. He may indeed have a stronger will, a higher awareness, and endure higher battle losses. But given the size of the empire,
The role that such a mortal army can play cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket, but it can also be said to be better than nothing.
The imperial army has never lacked heroes or brutal troops in its history over the past ten thousand years.
Whether it is the former: such as the Sun Auxiliary Army and the Lucifer Black Guard who have been famous since the 30th millennium, or in the distant future of the 40th millennium, life is taxed, and Krieg Death is famous for his "blood tax" and fearlessness of death.
Legion, as well as the Stormtroopers, Catachan, and Cadian Legion that appeared successively in the more distant 41st millennium.
Or the latter: the Safra chemical dog, the Carnaco Skull Bearer Legion, which uses criminal prisoners as its soldiers and is famous for its cruelty.
The former has used countless of their own blood and the blood of more enemies to frighten the enemies on the battlefields where they have faced Chaos. Even the demigods who have thrown themselves into the arms of Chaos have suffered at their hands. Their brilliant and brilliant achievements are the result of their defense.
The best footnote to defend one’s own reputation for bravery.
As a criminal legion, the latter may have no honor at all, but they did dedicate their sinful lives to the emperor as the most valuable currency by pouring out their tyranny to the enemies of the empire.
Such troops have been like carps crossing the river since the beginning of the earth's expansion in the 25th millennium era, and they have never been cut off.
By the time the Empire reached the 30th millennium, the Emperor was sitting on millions of planets and worlds with trillions of people. The powerful national power meant that even demigods like the Warriors Astartes had 20 legions in the Empire's armed force, reaching
There are more than a million people. Not to mention the millions of warships that wander in the starry sky and destroy the world at every turn, the Titan Legion that walks the earth as the incarnation of Ohm Messiah, the God of All Machines, the Knights of the Titan Knights, etc. p>
In comparison, these mortal heroic troops are too small.
In the 30K era, during the Great Crusade led by the Emperor and led by 19 primarchs to conquer lost territories and expand new territories, in just one battle to decide the ownership of the galaxy, an entire army of tens of thousands of Azeroths would appear.
The Stat Legion and thousands of huge war machines from the Titan Legion. Even space battleships that can often be kilometers in length, there will be dozens or even hundreds of them depending on the battle situation.
On such a battlefield, the demigod-like Astartes can only exist like cannon fodder. The chain swords and power weapons weighing 20 kilograms are not even as good as toothpicks from a macro perspective. And the flying bullets,
The smallest calibers are the 22.5 mm bolters from the Astartes warriors. The heavy weapons seismic cannons of the mortal troops can only be the reverberation of this grand movement here, with a breath of hundreds of lengths.
The flamethrowers with high-temperature torrents of meters are just the conventional weapons of the Titans. The battleship light spears launched from orbit penetrate the atmosphere like a natural disaster, and the ten-meter-thick lasers falling from the sky are the main theme of the battlefield.
The empire can maintain up to 20 such battlefields at the same time.
What are mortal troops? The million-level Sun Auxiliary Army may not even be qualified as cannon fodder in such a mythical battlefield. Most of the time, they can only appear in the role of maintaining law and order at the end.
If Calvin's ideal was just this, how could it be worthy of his talent in this life and those who worked hard for him to reach Terra safely?
He should have a broader future and a more important position in this life, so as to make more contributions to the empire.
Rather than a Medal of Oranis Pius (the highest honor of the mortal army), it is enough to explain. So...
The day before Calvin's final exam, a teacher came out of the classroom with a transfer order.
"My exam was cancelled?" Calvin stood up from the classroom in surprise.
"Yes. In addition, there is a higher-level transfer order, ordering you to go to Training Ground No. 13 immediately, where your latest mentor is waiting for you." The teacher who came to deliver the message turned and left after the explanation, leaving a confused look on his face.
Calvin.
Without enough time to think too much, Calvin stepped out of the classroom.
Since the transfer order emphasizes immediate execution, as a soldier, Calvin has no right to question.
That was not his responsibility, he was only responsible for execution. According to the order, he returned to the dormitory to pack his bags. After receiving the latest access control, he moved into a dormitory area where only he lived.
Calvin was the only one walking in the empty corridor with his head down. The unusual movements and the complex rune encryption on the brand new access card all told Calvin that he might be transferred into a secret mission. This made him feel familiar.
Calvin felt a little excited - based on his experience as a soldier in his previous life, being able to participate in the secret itself proved his worth.
"There is no better affirmation than the execution of qualifications." This is Calvin's current thinking.
He searched according to the picture and walked to the door of his room. He took out the encryption card and opened the door. In the new room, a pass and a map that he had never seen before were placed on the table. Before he could take a closer look, Calvin picked up the pass and the map and headed outside.
Go.
According to the latest diagram in hand, after crossing two college areas and more than three warning posts.
Calvin arrived at the core area of this Romanesque building complex - the main building. After verifying his identity and access rights with the doorman again, Calvin, who was busy, finally came to this area that he had never set foot in before - 13
training ground.
Outside the door, Calvin simply tidied up his appearance and then knocked on the door:
"Report, Calvin, number 9527 of the political commissar class, is here to report."
"Enter."
The answering voice sounded familiar to Calvin. Without thinking too much, Calvin stepped into the training ground. The tall and strong figure in front of him was instantly recognized by Calvin.
The latter also slowly turned around in Calvin's eyes. Under his short silver-grey hair, his angular face said to him seriously:
"From today on, I will be your teacher."
"That old man?"
Looking at the acquaintance in front of him, Calvin, who had long suspected his identity, quickly scanned some information and the various possibilities that followed in his mind.