Chapter 49: A fleeting hope and a meeting across time
Different from the impending storm under the surface of calm outside, the galaxy where Calvin is located is still continuing its own construction.
The iron ring belt in the planet's orbit was successfully completed after one year, marking that the large-scale industrial system centered on this planet has entered a mature stage.
Transport ships are being built in batches at slightly smaller berths to make up for the growing appetite for industrial production capacity supported by the billions of people here.
Two star ports have also been built on the surface again to strengthen transportation capabilities and better undertake and utilize the resources of surrounding mining planets.
Corresponding to these increasingly perfect systems, the keel of the first battleship has begun to be laid on the iron ring.
This is a standard Mars-class battlecruiser, which faithfully fulfills the designer's versatile requirements for high-intensity combat in small fleets.
If there is any difference, then the only difference is the psionic amplification array spread throughout the battleship and the psionic obliteration cannon that replaces the nova cannon at the bow.
The armor on the bottom of the ship has also been specially modified to be able to deliver nearly a thousand airdrop pods at one time, which was also a requirement specifically mentioned by Calvin.
The Watcher class is Constantine’s name for this new series of battleships.
As the first battleship to enter service, its name was naturally followed by convention.
Compared with the busyness here, there is a small alien spacecraft stranded secretly in the corner of the galaxy.
"Have you not received the order yet?" On the ornately decorated bridge, a fair-skinned Eldar woman asked her companions.
The emerald green armor on her body is not gorgeous, but it is exquisite beyond human imagination.
Apart from a few simple gems, there are not too many decorations. However, the curved surface of each piece of armor is extremely smooth, and even the chamfers on the edges seem to have been designed to make this armor feel better when walking.
Gait has become a collectible art.
"The opinions of the prophets are not the same, and discussion takes time. Keep your reason Aqua, being angry is harmful to your soul but not beneficial. Anger and calmness are equally important in the way of a warrior."
Another older Eldar calmed the eagerness of his compatriots, but he was actually just as impatient in his heart. He just chose the path of the war commander and was forcibly controlling his emotions out of the requirements of his own path.<
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This is their curse. Since the birth of their creditor, the entire race has been endowed with sharper perceptions and more extreme emotions.
Living like days and years in their near-eternal lifespan is no longer a literal description, but a real torture.
Fortunately, with the rise of racial heroes, they have regained the means to control their emotions and avoid self-destruction - the path. The warriors and war divisions chosen by these two Eldar tribes are among the largest tribes. p>
"Why are there disputes? Don't they see the same result?"
Aqua tried to calm down her emotions. After taking a few breaths, she calmed down again and chose to reward herself by satisfying her curiosity.
"Of course it's different. There are always countless possibilities in the future, but the prophets are always looking for the one that is most beneficial to us."
Elder Theresa expressed her thoughts carefully.
The language of elves is like this, always using complex affixes to try to gain more accuracy. Efficiency has never been a virtue in their long lives, and it is still the same now.
"So? We are waiting for the adults to decide whether to kill the big guy or capture him?"
Aqua pulled out her own war blade. Like the helmet she put on the shelf, it was also her unique symbol as a howling banshee.
She asked her question nonchalantly, but when she turned her head, she inadvertently saw Theresa's ugly expression.
"On the contrary, it is much more difficult than those. The prophets were discussing how to send him back to where he should go without being noticed by him..."
Calvin was still stationed on the Mechanical Ark. He was so absorbed in his work that he naturally had no chance to understand the troubles of these two aliens.
The things on the Ark were extremely complicated, and naturally there were not a few left for him.
As the de facto imperial governor, except for specific technical issues, all other administrative matters and people's livelihood are within his scope of responsibility.
While he was still busy working on the documents in his hands, the alarm in the office sounded without warning.
A scarlet alarm flashed on the data board placed on the table, and high-energy fluctuations were detected at the Manzeville point in the center of the galaxy.
"Come back? Or..."
Calvin stood up and walked towards the porthole. The end of his field of vision was the subspace rift being torn open.
The real universe is torn apart by objects from the subspace. Under the huge energy fluctuations, floating detection beacons throughout the galaxy are screaming.
But this has not stopped yet. The higher index has broken through the alarm line of the instrument, proving that the huge size of the visitor far exceeds the specifications of ordinary battleships.
The production of the St. Chris has been urgently stopped, and the densely packed turrets around it like hedgehogs have come out of hiding.
Under the control of the servo, they greedily absorb the energy flow in the pipeline, and high-energy fluctuations gather on the muzzle while accurately pointing in the direction of the subspace breach.
Buzz!
After a burst of dazzling light, the huge body of the Raptor King planetary fortress broke through the light mist and appeared in everyone's eyes.
This fortress that was armed to the teeth was equally menacing. The muzzles of a large number of macro cannons and nova cannons were in critical condition. Only after confirming the safety of this place and the clear imperial mark on the system, they slowly closed it again.
Go back.
At the same time, the Ark had just received a message from the astropath belonging to this interstellar fortress.
"Dear Gray Knights, Lord Calvin. Our Fire Eagles, along with our friendly Fire Eagles Astartes Chapter, are here as requested!"
When the newcomers took the lead in putting away their weapons to show their sincerity, the defenses on the galaxy also slowly put away their weapons.
The tense confrontation began with the appearance of the fortress and lasted less than three minutes. Under the prying eyes of the Eldar, both sides confirmed their loyal positions from the telegram.
"You are the Gray Knight who claims to be able to solve our problems?"
In the video signal that was connected, Adelaide looked at Calvin on the other side of the screen.
Although a lot of information has been seen from the comparison of the heights of Calvin and Allen behind him.
But for the sake of caution, he was still unwilling to directly admit the other party's identity.
As a chapter leader, he has a heavy responsibility and has to be cautious in his words and deeds.
Once some words are spoken, it is equivalent to using his entire battle group to endorse others. His wealth and life are only so, so he can't help but call Calvin carelessly but awkwardly.
Fortunately, Calvin did not mind his offense, but directly offered to go to the opponent's fortress to negotiate.
The atmosphere between the two parties eased with his concession, and basic trust between them began to be established.
Just as the meeting under the "three-party witness" was about to be concluded, the Manzeville Point behind the Star Fortress lit up again.
The flagships belonging to the Tauren and Lamenters battle groups once again tore apart the barrier of subspace, and they came hand in hand under the backdrop of each other's surprised expressions!
"Change a place?"
"Change a place?"
The two people on the screen made the same suggestion, and then they both saw the sophisticated side in each other's eyes.
The original talks between the two parties are obviously unrealistic, but from the perspective of both Calvin and Adelaide, they are both worried that the other party will worry that the latecomer will be their ally.
The original mutual trust has evaporated at this point. If the talks want to continue, finding a neutral location has become a top priority.
"Haha, then change the place!"
"Haha, then change the place!"
The two spoke in unison again, and then during a later communication meeting between the two war groups, they decided to meet at an outpost on the edge of the galaxy.
It was already half a day before we met again.
Calvin took Allen to the outpost on a small frigate, and the leaders of the three war groups on board were also waiting.
The outpost has no design requirements for large warships to be stationed there, and only has a simple helipad for landing.
Out of respect for Calvin's possible identity, the three senior leaders of the war group still waited in the parking deck of the outpost with their guards.
Due to the threat of mutation, it is difficult for the three to trust each other. Before Calvin's arrival, mutual defense became the short-term main theme here.
As the Thunder Eagle entered, the leaders of the war group lifted their spirits, and this mood reached a climax when Calvin officially appeared.
"The Emperor's blessing!"
The Chapter Master of the Lamenters was the first to kneel down on one knee.
Some things are destined to be difficult to fake, such as the Primarch's natural suppression of the Astartes, and Calvin's huge height of nearly 3.3 meters.
"The Emperor's blessing!" Tauren Chapter Master Moloch and Fire Eagle Chapter Master Adelaide also knelt down to show respect for this unseen Primarch.
"Get up. There is no blood connection between us, so you don't need to respect me."
Calvin's voice rang from their ears. The divine soul that was different from other primarchs made these chapter leaders feel another kind of pressure:
It was a thrill that had nothing to do with blood, but a shock to the soul alone.
"With all due respect, although you are standing in front of us, my reason still tells me that I should ask you why I have never heard of your existence in the history of the empire!"
Adelaide struggled to express his problem. He felt that if he didn't say it now, he might not have the courage to say it again.
The other two veterans also stared closely at Calvin and Allen behind him. The will in their eyes showed that if Calvin could not answer, they would fight him to the death here.
"I'm not from the past!" Calvin thought for a moment and then said to the four people present.
After he said these words with huge information, not only the three veterans, but also Alan Janus behind him looked at him in shock.
"Not the past? That's the future?" Allen murmured.
This perfectly explains why Calvin never mentioned the other brothers, but it brought more questions.
If he comes from the future, then who gave him birth? Is it possible that the Emperor will stand up on the throne again in the future?
Looking at the four people's eyes, Calvin understood what they were thinking. He shook his head and denied their hope:
"I came from an accidental encounter with the emperor..." Under the eyes of the four people in disbelief, Calvin recalled the story of his first birth, and picked out the parts that he could tell them one by one... p>
"In short, I returned to this era due to such an accident." Calvin said to Allen and the three veterans.
"Where's the evidence?" Although he already believed most of it, the experienced Adelaide still followed his own logic and asked Calvin the final question.
"As you said, you are the Primarch from the Gray Knights. We have heard of this Chapter, but don't understand it. But according to your description, your genes come directly from the Emperor? Is my understanding wrong?
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"That's true." Calvin nodded and confirmed.
"So based on this logic, can I think that your genes are different from those of your brothers, and you are the most complete one?"
Now that the conversation had begun, Adelaide simply had no scruples and brought up these topics that should not have been discussed by them.
"...You can think so." This question also touched on Calvin's blind spot. He had never thought about the problem from this perspective.
"That means, if what you say is true, all three of our battle groups present can see their Astartes universal gene fragments in you?"
As he spoke, this veteran of the battle group who had served for 600 years finally revealed his trump card and took out a simple genetic detector from his back...
When Calvin came back to his senses, he was also touched by the veteran's caution.
"Excuse me for being disrespectful, please!"
This is Adelaide's final struggle...
He handed out the instrument with both hands and made a final request to the man in front of him who had brought hope to him and the other two people.
In the expectant eyes of the three of them, Calvin stretched out his fingers, dumbfounded, and squeezed his blood into the instrument in front of the three of them.
Subsequently, the samples of the three people were also collected, and this large-scale "blood recognition" was successfully concluded under the green indicator light of the instrument.
"Please forgive me for our offense!" This was the reaction of the three people afterwards, and Calvin also understood the difficulty and was not embarrassed.
The issues involved are too critical, and the origin of Calvin is so bizarre.
Being able to gain their trust so easily was a surprise to Calvin.
He had even prepared for the worst and took the initiative to contact the Tribunal. But once the matter was handed over to these people who would rather kill than let go, the direction of the matter would be completely out of control...
"Get up, let's seize the time and solve your problems."
"Your will!" The three of them stood up after performing the Eagle Salute. Moloch, the most impatient among them, proposed to Calvin directly:
"You shouldn't waste time here for us! You should return to Terra and bring hope to more people!"
"...I can't do it." Calvin touched his nose and said with some regret.
"What are you worried about?" Allen finally couldn't help but asked his genetic father.
"Yes? What are you worried about? As long as you are willing, we are honored to be your weapons and kill all disloyal people! We are also willing to be your shield to protect you and return to Terra safely!" Weeping
The leader of the group also asked in confusion.
"I... don't have much time." Facing everyone's doubtful and worried eyes, Calvin told them the secret of the time and space shackles on his body.
He even cautiously stirred up his spiritual power once, and after the silver space-time power on it lit up like a chain, he said to these people:
"As you can see, the time I am staying here has entered the countdown. When this chain is completely broken, it will be my return. Time is running out, you must cherish it."
"This..." The four of them were choked by the cruel reality and could not say another word.
The reality is so cruel that precious hope is cruelly extinguished just as it blooms a little brightly.
"Is there nothing we can do?" Adelaide asked.
"No." Calvin replied, looking at everyone with heavy eyes.
How valuable these warriors who have overcome hardships and obstacles and are sincere to him are!
But he couldn't stay here, nor could he take them away. This meeting was the only time they met in this life, and after that, he could only look for their existence in the history books...
"Let's go! Under the witness of the Emperor, let us cherish the present."
"Your will!" Three voices with different timbres but the same sadness responded to Calvin's order.
The emergence of the new Primarch surprised them, which meant the hope of the empire;
But then being told to leave made these soldiers feel unspeakably depressed.
They also understand that the communication between them may be limited to this time, after all, 3000 years is a long distance that they are destined to not be able to cross.