"Let's first report on the situation of our respective battle groups."
In the small conference room and storage room, after everyone found a few ammunition boxes and sat down, Calvin in the middle said to the three of them.
"Let me talk about my situation first. Regarding the gene seeds in your hands, I can purify most of them. But I can't guarantee your soldiers."
After he finished speaking, the three chapter leaders present fell into a brief silence.
"What is the result of failure? Can they still serve the Chapter?" The Chapter Master of the Lamenters was the first to ask.
This is the case with the descendants of Sanguinius. They would rather value the living comrades around them than precious gene seeds.
Although the other chapter leaders remained silent, their eyes could still see the concern for their own members.
"The result of failure..."
Calvin lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and smiled bitterly:
"The reason why I can purify their mutations is due to the special nature of my spiritual energy. And if it is an individual with too severe alienation, under the effect of my spiritual energy infusion, it is most likely because there are too many purified parts in the body, directly
Burned to death..."
As if he was afraid of not being intuitive enough, Calvin simply stood up, stretched out his palm under the gaze of everyone, and released spiritual energy in his palm.
A spherical white-gold light bloomed in his palm. The energy contained in that light ball was so rare, but the will within it was so clear.
Order and redemption, the appeal of this will is so strong and clear.
Even without psychic talent, the three of them were suffering from the "squeaking" pressure of spiritual pressure on their brain stems, but they could clearly feel the harsh taste.
"I probably understand your power..." Adelaide of the Fire Eagle put down the hands covering her head and said with lingering fear.
A Primarch dominated by psychic power! Is this the will of the Emperor?
What does this mean? What is this?
Others may be confused by the current situation of psykers active in various units in the Empire.
But all Astartes warriors clearly know the contents of the "Nikaea Agreement" that has existed since the Great Crusade!
It was a sacred act led by the Emperor himself, witnessed by all the Primarchs, High Lords and representatives from all over the Empire!
Even with that one's rebellion, the bills of the Great Crusade era have been invalidated one after another, and the sacred Nikaea Agreement exists in name only.
But the attitude of the Astartes towards psykers has never fundamentally changed!
The Empire may have relaxed its use of psykers as a last resort, but that has never meant a fundamental change in its attitude toward psykers!
But if you think about it logically, what is Calvin? And who is the Gray Knight behind him?
Is this the return of the Thousand Sons? Or is it the rise of another Magnus?
The twenty-first sacred Primarch, created by the Emperor himself in the 39th millennium, and an important cornerstone of the future of the Empire, is a psyker?
Is this a change in the Emperor's own attitude toward psykers?
So if this is the case, where should these products of the old age without psychic powers go?
And at the end, they were even more frightened but did not dare to question Calvin’s words face to face:
If you fall, who will restrict your existence...
Even they are not qualified to think about this kind of national-related issues and do not dare to think about it, but the facts in front of them force them to think about it.
The air in the conference room became strangely quiet, but neither Calvin's side nor the three representatives of the Astartes Chapter had the intention or time to pay attention to these minor issues.
Calvin is not in a hurry to ask them to express their stance, but the three chapter leaders know that their stance today will have an irreplaceable impact on the future destiny of the empire...
As time passed by, the three chapter leaders were thinking rapidly.
Too many accidents have created their current situation. The choice in front of them seems simple, but the subsequent impact will affect the fate of the entire empire.
They have thousands of reasons to put more pressure on themselves, but they don’t have much time left to think.
"Tell us about the Gray Knights? If possible, we would like to know more details about this force."
The Chapter Master of the Lamenters was the first to find the right idea. Only by understanding the reason why the Emperor established this force can they dispel their concerns.
Calvin looked at the other two group leaders with a smile and did not rush to respond.
He cannot take any initiative in this meeting, otherwise if anyone in the later recollections thinks that he was involved in inducement, the seeds of doubt will surely give birth to terrible consequences.
"Yes, please tell us about the Gray Knights." The other two chapter leaders also responded:
If the Emperor believes that the existence of this force is necessary and there is no risk of losing control, then they have no reason to worry.
"Yes, but you can only hear what you can hear." Calvin said cautiously.
He will not allow any core information that can refute the establishment of the Gray Knights Chapter to leak out. During these days of being an enemy of the gods, he understands that once something is said out, there is no probability of it being leaked or not. p>
"As ordered." The three of them looked at each other and then said in unison.
Calvin sorted out his thoughts, then cleared out the specific information about the Gray Knights, leaving only the parts that could be explained.
"The Gray Knights are a special force ordered by the Emperor himself to establish an army to deal with the invasion of subspace forces. The selection criteria are based on firm psychic control ability. Our genetic seeds come directly from the Emperor himself.
Our spirits are extremely pure, and in our battle with Chaos for nearly ten thousand years, no one has ever fallen!"
"No one has ever fallen?" the three asked in unison.
"Yes." Calvin met the other person's eyes seriously and said word by word: "The Imperial Tribunal has detailed records that none of us have ever fallen."
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A relationship with a bond of interest is more real than a false promise. This is the political wisdom that every senior leader of the war group has to learn as a leader. However, no matter how true the promise is, it cannot compare with the reality that Calvin puts in front of them.
It's not a promise or a boast. It's a real and literal statement that no one has fallen.
They want to deny it, but facts are more powerful than any words.
"Then I have no doubt." The leader of the Lamenters was the first to express his stance.
He glanced at the other two chapter leaders, and then said:
"The 500 gene seeds I brought this time are half of my regiment's inventory. The remaining seeds will be available within a month. There are 912 soldiers in total, and there are 300 new recruits undergoing transformation surgery. Except for two non-commissioned officers, they are currently on the death watch.
Except for service personnel who cannot be contacted in time, all personnel are in place."
Adelaide also followed closely and reported the status of the battle group.
Unlike the Lamenters who are limited by poverty and caution and have to save their gene seeds in batches; the Fire Eagle Chapter has strong confidence in their interstellar fortress:
"The four large berths on the Raptor Fortress are all full, and all the battle barges of the regiment have been recovered. The regiment has 975 active personnel, 1,200 gene seeds, and 100 new recruits are being transformed. All personnel are in place."
As he finished speaking, everyone in the room turned their eyes to Moloch, the leader of the Tauren Chapter who had been silent.
This Astartes with a mysterious origin seems to be different from the other two, and is a stranger in the past few hundred years.
There was a strange smell on him, which attracted Calvin's attention from the moment he entered the door.
It was different from the taste of the newly born Astartes in the post-imperial era. Calvin had only experienced similar feelings in the passing Black Templars during his decades as Lord of the Castle, but it was better than Moloch.
It's much lighter on the body.
"My battle group is currently in a special situation." This giant man, who was extremely tall among the Astartes and was nearly three meters tall when wearing armor, said in an uncharacteristically low voice. And his entanglement also made everyone present.
I am more curious about his next words.
"The gene seeds of my battle group are not from a single source."
Once Moloch opened his chat box, he could no longer hold it back. And what he said next made everyone suffocate.
"We inherited the seeds of the traitorous Primarchs Angron and Perturabo respectively. And within decades, the former had been purged by me through internal discipline due to excessive traitorous tendencies and uncontrollable rage."<
/p>
"The Emperor!" exclaimed the Chapter Master of the Lamenters.
The smell of blood in these calm words was indeed very strong! If they understood it correctly, it meant that at least hundreds of Astartes died in the internal cleanup! If the Inquisition knew this, the incident itself would be enough to be called a crime.
There was a serious rebellion!
"Also, the remaining people also have brain problems."
Moloch raised his head and glanced at Calvin, as if he was evaluating whether the original body would kill him after he finished speaking, and whether he could escape alive... p>
"Go on..." Calvin's voice also had a rare lack of warmth.
Although there is no anger, people who are familiar with him know that this is a precursor to Calvin's real intention to kill.
"When the Mechanicus collected Perturabo's gene seeds, they took samples from my body. Then something happened to the gene seeds, and all the existing recipients lost their self-awareness and became a part of me. And I,
From the 103rd Company of the 33rd Battalion of the former Fourth Army, formerly known as Metalos Morax, he was the company commander and responsible for the siege vanguard."
"Your Majesty!" This time everyone present exclaimed.
Calvin felt that his experience was bizarre enough, but in front of this orphan from the Legion era, it actually fell short?
"So?" Calvin was the first to recover from the shock, and he was keenly aware of the problem:
"Have they lost their consciousness at all?" Calvin asked.
This is difficult to handle. If there is no consciousness of his own at all, then after Calvin clears the original consciousness, is it possible that an empty shell is left there?
He looked at the warrior in front of him, whose original name was Morax, and now he was aliased as Moloch, and asked: "Then what is your request for coming here? We can't solve your problem, and in a sense we don't have to solve it. You don't have to come here.
."
"That badge of Elvis." Moloch was honest, he said straightforwardly in a style consistent with his origin:
"The secrets of my Chapter are only known to the High Lords Council, and the information is extremely confidential. No one else can find it, not even the Inquisition. But once that badge appears, I will know that if you have the authority to see the Custodes, then my secret
Theoretically, it’s no secret.”
"So why did you come?"
Calvin stood up slowly. Without armor, he was already 3.4 meters tall and had huge measurements, which was more than two circles larger than the tallest Moloch present when he was wearing armor.
The huge physical pressure made everyone present suddenly wake up and wonder what kind of existence they were talking to.
Calvin's face turned dark, as if he had already smelled something bad. These Tie Yong's brats always have a clear mind, and they are just rushing to destroy them...
"To see if it is true, the main thing is to see if you can beat the fight. If you can't beat it, then participate, if you can beat it, then..."
Moloch looked at Calvin's completely blackened face, felt the killing intent of a Primarch at close range, and decided to swallow the remaining half of the sentence forever and never say it again.
This ruthless man who is also well-known in the imperial battle group and will surely rise if nothing unexpected happens, is also a rare wiping of sweat for himself.
There is no other reason. When facing someone who can beat you head-on and you can't hit or run away, most people will feel the same huge pressure...
"It's wonderful!"
Calvin's voice couldn't help but stir up spiritual energy fluctuations. He spun around twice, and then raised his hand to Moloch, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed in the horrified eyes of the other people.
"Perturabo's bloodline never disappoints me!"
His roar resounded in the small conference room. The huge sound was accompanied by fluctuations in spiritual energy, which made the Eldar pioneers who were following several astronomical units away feel the terror.
The two people in the wraith bone spacecraft looked at each other in disbelief after a flash of fluctuation. Is this the original gene?
It’s not like there were no people who had experienced the Great Crusade era in their long lifespan, but other primarchs didn’t have such a strong aura when they were angry, right?
"The prophets are going to send this kind of thing away without knowing it?" Aqua asked Theresa with some mocking, and the latter was also silent. Obviously, this kind of thing has obviously gone beyond the Ark Spirit.
The ability of the clan.
The venue in the conference room was even more messy. Four people came out and turned on their magnetic boots, barely standing aside from the Astartes. The rest of the debris had already been pushed to the corner by Calvin's anger.
The two Chapter Masters were fortunate enough to be the first people in thousands of years to clearly feel the Primarch's wrath at close range.
The ancient fear was expressed at the genetic level, causing these warriors to tremble and loudly dissuade them, while also recalling the ruthless man in the Black Templar who once faced the original body.
I really don’t know what kind of fear this person faced back then!