Chapter 52 The final meeting and the helplessness of both parties
Thought of the day: When accidents are interrupted by accidents, accidents are no longer accidents.
In the days that followed, with the help of the sages of the Order of Omen, the entire Mechanical Ark was making various preparations for this unprecedented transformation ceremony.
From the preparation of supplies to equipment, from the psychic array to the placement of medical staff.
Calvin was not idle either. While making various demands, he also took the time to meet with the mechanical cardinals of the Order of Omen to set long-term development policies for the future of this place.
This is not a foundry world, but it is almost the same giant industrial manufacturing system. It has grown to an extremely large size.
With the expansion of the central galaxy, more than a dozen nearby galaxies have become subsidiary units that provide mining or agricultural resources.
In the visible future, this place will develop into a new star region within a hundred years. Even if things go well, it is not impossible to become the capital of a certain region.
But all this can only stop here, because if it continues to develop, the resources here will not be enough to support sustainable development, and foreign trade will become unavoidable.
And once large-scale trade begins, everything here will be exposed to the eyes of all forces in the empire.
The Order of Omen may be able to protect a galaxy, but a sector is definitely not something they can monopolize.
Several Astartes Chapters have also been included in the plan to protect this place. Because everything here is not only the result of Calvin and the Order of Omen, but also the indispensable foundation of these Chapters. p>
Four senior leaders of the Chapter were summoned by Calvin to participate in this important meeting on the St. Chris.
They were told that under the mediation of Calvin, the cardinal sages of the Order of Omen were willing to sign an agreement with them.
From now on, the huge industrial production capacity here will be open to their war groups.
The supplies that this sector can provide them will not be limited to conventional weapons such as power armor, chain swords, and bolt guns.
As long as you book in advance, power weapons, Terminator power armor, Baneblade heavy tanks, and aviation vehicles are all included in the weapons transaction list.
Even in the event of some major damage, the large warship reserves under construction in the shipyards on the iron ring can be opened to them on a limited basis.
And since there is a biological sage who can guide genetic technology, then a complete training base for recruits can be established here under his leadership.
The transformation surgery jointly performed by the biological sages and the pharmacists stationed by the battle group, whether in terms of success rate or operation cycle, is not something that the pharmacists can match.
Chapter leaders are very interested in this. Being restricted by others because of equipment has always been a pain point for these chapters; as for the follow-up training base for new recruits, it is a huge surprise.
From now on, they will end the experience of wandering around as a ship-based battle group, and they will also completely get rid of the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads for "replenishment of troops".
After Calvin's heated discussions with these chapter leaders, four large fortresses and monasteries and their associated defense systems were marked on the map of the galaxy.
They will leave enough strength when they go out to fight, and while training new recruits, they will also defend everything here.
"Three times!" Calvin stretched out his palm and made this gesture.
"You need three times the number of soldiers required by the Holy Code, otherwise it will not be enough to ensure the security of this place while executing the mission."
"But..." Elvis looked confused.
The authority of the "Code of Astartes" is so illustrious that even though it has been issued for thousands of years, this pharmacist who almost completely "annihilated the regiment and exterminated the species" still maintains basic respect for it.
"Sir, please understand our difficulties. We are not Gray Knights, and we must respect the authority of a Primarch."
Adelaide also participated in the conversation and told Calvin about their difficulties.
"What do you two think?" Calvin did not rush to persuade, but looked at the leaders of the other two battle groups.
"We... need to consider it carefully." The leader of the Lamenters didn't confirm it, but he didn't deny it either.
Obviously, he was deeply tortured by the poverty and indifference he faced before, and he never wanted to go back to the days when he had nowhere to turn to for help. However, due to the opinions of his allies, he could not directly agree with Calvin's statement.
"Moloch?" Calvin turned his attention to the tauren who had never spoken.
"I listen to your Majesty!" Moloch's answer was simple and straightforward, which made Calvin have a smile on his face.
"Why?" he then asked.
"Guilliman is the Primarch, and so are you. Between the code promulgated by the adults I have never seen and the words spoken by the adults I have seen, I choose the latter."
Moloch said.
In fact, this is how people talk. It is simple and clear but easily touches the essence of this conversation.
The three chapter leaders were dumbfounded. After looking at each other, they looked in the direction of Calvin with some guilt.
They always forget the true identity of this adult under Calvin's gentle conversation.
It wasn't until Moloch reminded them that they repented and realized that the person who made the suggestion in front of them was also a sacred Primarch, a living Primarch standing in front of them.
And his seemingly warm suggestion can also be understood as a tactful command in a sense.
"Please forgive me!" The three chapter leaders could not maintain a stable sitting position and all stood up to salute Calvin. The mechanical mages participating in the meeting turned a blind eye to this and waited quietly aside.
Under these apologies, Calvin slowly dispelled the depression caused by these guys who were bargaining without knowing what was going on.
The atmosphere of the conversation has changed qualitatively. Now that Moloch's words have been revealed, Calvin no longer maintains the illusion of being approachable.
He stood up and walked to the star map at the end of the long table, pointed at the locations of the four fortresses and monasteries, and turned around and ordered:
"You must maintain at least fifteen companies of regular troops to ensure the garrison requirements here when you go out to perform tasks! The minimum permanent strength here cannot be less than five companies! This is the bottom line, do you understand?" "Yes!" the four chapter leaders responded at the same time.
"The Gray Knights under me will be dormant on the central planet. They will wake up every ten years every hundred years to maintain normal training levels. Before my return, you will be responsible for the defense here. Are there any problems?"<
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"No!" was the response from several senior leaders of the war group.
They finally understood their position belatedly:
The soldiers were given by Calvin, and the food and ammunition were also given by Calvin. Since all their wealth was given by Calvin, all they could pay in return was loyalty.
If you still don’t understand the relationship between them, then the war group these guys belong to really deserves to suffer such a fate.
White-eyed wolves are not welcomed anywhere, not only in the Empire, but also in Chaos.
The process of the meeting began to speed up at this point. Calvin, who was supported by everyone, put forward one suggestion (instruction) after another, and all of them were passed without any surprise.
In his blueprint, this galaxy will become the rear area of the four battle groups. While ensuring their combat intensity, it can also effectively replenish their equipment and personnel.
Their fighting methods will also be learned from the true parent group of the Imperial Fists - the Black Templar Chapter (spoken by Calvin):
Three times the preparation of holy scriptures is just the basis.
They will take the ship-based battle group branch as a unit, depart from the Sun Star Territory, and launch expeditions in batches in time and in batches towards each war zone in the direction of the Storm Star Territory.
As long as the empire's information exchange cannot achieve zero response time, no one will know the true number of their war groups.
The galaxy they are currently in happens to be on the edge of the Storm Star Territory and the Sun Star Territory, which has become the only way for these battle groups to pass through during every expedition.
Under Calvin's guidance, they agreed on a time to launch the expedition during the meeting.
In intervals of hundreds of years, the main forces of the three battle groups will alternately be stationed on this planet.
The person in charge of this war group will also become the rotating chairman of this alliance, responsible for the defense of the entire sector and the linkage with the Order of Omen.
This work is by no means without profit:
As compensation for their inability to fight, the Order of Omen and its industrial system will make strong compensation.
The industrial production capacity of the entire star region will be tilted towards this main battle group unconditionally and free of charge within this hundred years.
As for the Gray Knights directly under Calvin, they will undergo limited activation during a long period of dormancy to ensure that their basic combat capabilities do not degrade and at the same time, together with the armed forces of the Order of Omen, firmly grasp the alliance's
Dominance.
At this point, the mechanism of the war group alliance established under Calvin's guidance is becoming complete.
And he himself can finally carry out the final transformation ceremony with confidence.
In the unmanned starry sky outside the industrial planet, the Eldar spacecraft is still anxiously waiting for orders in silence.
They watched as engineering ships like shoals of fish in the Mechanical Ark began to scatter across the galaxy, occupying key positions one after another.
These space engineering equipment under the command of the mechanical priests of the Order of Omen, without knowing it, began to build the foundation of large buildings on those planets and satellites in the face of the Eldar pioneers.
Looking at their solemn looks, the Eldar pioneers understood the intentions of these monkeys without much thinking. They were building the foundation for a large permanent defense system.
Once these fortresses are built, the exponential additive effect of the defense system will be generated.
And when that time comes, it would be a fool's errand for them to still want to carry out the task of being prophets among their own tribe.
"The prophets haven't reached a consensus yet?" Aqua anxiously walked up and down the hall of the wraith ship.
Her emotions, in a sense, represent the thoughts of the soldiers under her command.
Seeing that the foundation of the mission goal is getting stronger and stronger, while his immediate boss is still struggling to achieve a unified will, this is very similar to a certain party in the unification/war in Calvin's previous life.
"Don't worry, these human projects will take at least decades to complete, and our follow-up fleet is on the way. As long as the big fleet arrives, as long as the prophets are unified, these unfinished buildings will only be worthy of becoming countless in the universe.
One of the dust."
As usual, Theresa calmed down the generals under her command, and she just had to say the famous "I have the advantage" directly.
"Yes!" Aqua's emotions were venting out somewhere. When Theresa spoke, she immediately pointed her finger at the young boss.
But before she could say anything, the communication channel on the spaceship was suddenly opened. The face of the person in charge of the main fleet that Theresa said appeared on the screen in the distance.
"Our fleet has detected a subspace force moving towards you, please give us advice immediately!"
The detection information of the fleet dozens of light-years away was conveyed to them across space. In the serious eyes of Aqua and Theresa, some processed and enlarged pictures appeared in front of them.
"That's it!" Aqua pointed to some black meteorites that were silently flying towards Calvin from outside the galaxy.
If she hadn't pointed it out, in the eyes of normal people, there would be no difference between those small celestial bodies and ordinary meteors.
But as the Eldar race who have been deeply involved in the subspace since the "War in Heaven", their sensitivity to spiritual energy can be said to be innate.
Although those black meteorites have gone through a series of disguises, the subspace-specific stench on them is so conspicuous!
She didn't even need the help of the detection array to understand that what was hidden under the disguise of those meteorites must be war machines from Chaos!
This was a premeditated sneak attack, and it was also Chaos’ belated counterattack against Calvin’s action!
"Believers of the Lord of Usurpers!" Aqua exclaimed.
"Notify the Prophet's Council immediately!" Teresa turned to the crew on standby and gave the order.
"I need your instructions!" The fleet commander on the main screen looked cold but sounded anxious.
"The interception time window is very short. If we miss this distance, we are not sure to intercept them all before they reach the target."
"..." The two people in the spirit bone spacecraft looked at each other, unable to issue orders for a long time.
But the commander of the fleet is still urging, and the countdown to the interception window sent by the other party is like a reminder, oppressing the two confused souls.
"Allow interception!" Teresa gritted her teeth and spit out the order. As if looking for a reasonable reason for herself, he added words of explanation to himself after issuing the order:
"Before the order of the Prophet Council arrives, we cannot allow any possibility of the target losing control!"
"Received!" The fleet commander who received a clear reply immediately cut off communication, leaving a somewhat regretful Theresa with no chance to change the order.
"Did I...do it right?" Teresa had some doubts about herself, and he looked at Aqua beside him with his absent-minded eyes.
As a pure warrior, the latter is unsurprisingly more confused than him.
"Anyway, there's nothing wrong with that..."
In the quiet bridge, their eyes were equally unfocused. The battle formation of the distant fleet in the communication channel clearly informed them that a cruel space naval battle had begun.
A battle surrounding Calvin was unfolding dozens of light-years away without his knowledge.
As participants in this unexpected battle, members of both sides must be equally confused at this time...
I went out during the day and came back in the afternoon. Sorry for the late update.