Chapter Thirty-Third: Examination from the Battlegroup
The piercing alarm was sounded again, but unlike the last time it spread throughout the Titan base, this time the alarm was only conveyed by the Supreme Grand Master Walden to the offices of the other seven Grand Masters through an encrypted line alone. After receiving the reminder from the black communicator indicating an emergency, the mentors rushed from all over the base.
Calvin stood at the door of the Grand Master's office, looking at each other with the two full-time bodyguards of the Grand Master and the Paladins who were also the champions of the Chapter. As the Grand Masters kept coming in the corridor, he stayed at the door.
There are more and more paladins guarding them.
These senior officers, who wear Holy Shield Terminator power armor every day, have serious faces and hurried steps.
In Calvin's eyes, they had no expressions or communication throughout the whole process. They just looked at Calvin with cautious eyes for a few seconds before entering the office.
Calvin didn't feel much about this. He had just survived the transformation surgery and had no chance to understand the management structure of the chapter.
He just instinctively sensed the impact of this incident from the abnormal gathering of senior officers who were qualified to be assigned full-time bodyguards.
In the office, behind the huge long stone table, all 8 instructors were present.
Everyone looked serious, as if the events they were experiencing at this time were about to affect the fate of this eight-thousand-year-old war group, and this was indeed the case.
Together with two representatives of the Order of the Holy Knights and the Order of the Purifiers who seldom appeared, 8 senior officers, who were also the actual "talkers" of the Gray Knights, spoke without saying a word in the supreme palace.
Mentor Walden and "Silver Blade" Grand Mentor Aidan have been patrolling before.
They need someone to admit personally that what they heard on the communicator was not a joke, right now, the sooner the better.
After everyone arrived, the Supreme Grand Master Walden inspected the whole place, and then looked at the light on the left that represented the signal shielding equipment in operation. The equipment was operating normally.
He finally looked at Aidan, who was sitting in the seat representing the Silver Blade, and said:
"Come on, tell us everything you know."
Aidan was a little distracted, but after hearing Walden's voice, he got rid of his slightly exhausted mental state after being highly excited. After adjusting his appearance, he solemnly looked at all his comrades present and said: <
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"Your throne is upon you! We rely on the Emperor's blessing! The person we have been looking for for 8,000 years since the founding of the army, the Primarch who can provide us with the gene-seed that only belongs to the Gray Knights, has been found."
Before he finished speaking, Watts, the Grand Master from Victory Blade, suddenly stood up. He didn't bother to apologize to the Supreme Master for his gaffe, and asked Aidan directly:
"You need to be responsible for your words and deeds. This is not a topic that can be joked about!"
Aidan looked at the Supreme Master, and after receiving permission, he took out all the information on Calvin that was originally stored in the hands of the pharmacist team from behind, raised the document in his hand, and showed it to everyone present:
"You have already seen the previous information, and what I have in my hands now are the test results of cells that the pharmacist urgently extracted from Calvin! His cell activity and characteristics have indeed reached more than 20% of the original blood, and they are still growing!
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Enough evidence proves the result that everyone has been thinking about but dare not confirm, and this result points to the iron-clad fact: this curse-like nightmare that has surrounded the entire Gray Knights since the end of 31K, it is time
It's over.
Watts imagined that in the days after possessing the Primarch, within 100 years, no, at least 70 years, more than 1,000 gene seeds would be sent back to the Chapter from Mars.
Due to the regiment’s strict recruitment standards, the success rate of transplanting these seeds may reach a terrifying 90% or more!
In just a hundred years! There will be 900! No, even 1,000 new blood will be added to the battle group!
The chapter's personnel structure, which was on the verge of collapse, will be greatly supplemented!
This is only the first hundred years. After that, more seeds will create more new blood, which will be continuously replenished.
Such an abundant supply of troops even reminded him, who was in charge of fleet management, of the dozen or so brand-new cruise strike ships in Titan's star port that had been closed due to lack of personnel since they left the factory!
These were part of the equipment agreement signed with Mars under the emperor's decree. Watts has always felt guilty for not being fully used. Even the ship from Jupiter's imitation Mars iron ring shipyard was built.
The Glory Queen-class battleship without even a name was secretly recruited by Prime Minister Malcador from the beginning and parked behind Saturn...
Thinking of this, he stood up excitedly and looked at the Chief Grand Master Walden who was sitting in the seat representing the Sword Bearer Order and said:
"Then what are we waiting for? Are we treating our original body like this? Let him stand alone outside the door of the Chapter meeting room? Waiting for our verdict? How can you desecrate him like this!" The voice was almost close to the end.
Roar.
The Supreme Master Walden looked at Watts gently, and his calm voice came out from his mouth:
"Calm down, my brother. You need to think more about how we should face him. Face a primarch, our genetic primarch"
Watts was speechless. He looked at Walden and was speechless.
Yes, a Primarch, a Primarch who lived in the 39th millennium.
Walden's words continued: "Imagine it, my brother. After at most three hundred years, most of the brothers in the war group will come from his seeds. And these seeds with psychic genes,
Will allow these brothers to recognize their father at the first sight of him. With the coordination of soul and psychic energy, they will be more loyal to their genetic father than any other legion. Thousands of Gray Knights
Under his guidance, they will charge against all his enemies..."
Walden doesn't need to talk about the rest. Watts, who is already in charge of ships and equipment, understands the significance of it all too well.
In the era of 39K, besides those brothers in the Terra Palace, who else has enjoyed the unlimited supply of equipment from Mars for 8 consecutive millennia?
Only the Gray Knights.
Who else can pull out more than 5,000 sets of Terminator power armor at once?
Only the Gray Knights.
Who else can accumulate more than tens of thousands of pieces of finely crafted power armor under the rigid annual supply of Mars for 8,000 years?
Only the Gray Knights.
The wealth that has been accumulated over the years could only be maintained because the maintenance staff could not guarantee it before.
And immediately after it was transported from Mars to Saturn, it was put into a warehouse and never saw the light of day without even breaking the seal. Watts had been worried about this a lot in the past days.
But the Gray Knights' "little treasury" is more than just that.
At the edge of the distant Terra star system, there are still a huge number of mortal troops.
Those mortal auxiliaries who had participated in the demonic battlefield due to recruitment. During the long battle, they accumulated millions of numbers, which even the Gray Knights could not handle directly.
In the end, it can only be placed in some hidden planetary worlds after brainwashing, waiting for the accidental summons of the Gray Knights.
The above, coupled with the battleships that Watts directly managed, finally completed the last piece of the puzzle in his mind.
He groaned out a word that had not been seen for a long time: "...Legion?"