"Secrets are sometimes like a wall, cutting off your thirst for knowledge while also protecting your soul."
This sentence comes from a veteran of the Chapter who fought alongside Alan Janus on the battlefield of Orpheus.
It was this Gray Knight who taught Allen a lot about combat in the short time they worked together.
His body is far less powerful than the new generation of Calvin's sons, but the words and deeds of this veteran are still fresh in Allen's memory even after decades or hundreds of years.
"Ignorance also represents purity to a certain extent. Since the original body has not explained it to him, it means that he is not qualified to touch these secrets..."
After clarifying his thoughts, Allen did not hesitate and immersed his spirit into the will of the legion again. After habitually reviewing all the spiritual links, he carefully conveyed this memory downwards...
This is?
I'll go! Dad has something good! Where did it come from?
Inquisition, right? They have been studying some weird things...
By the way, is this an alpha captured and dissected?
No! I prefer that our people successfully infiltrate Alpha...
Are you kidding? My brother! You need to know what it means to infiltrate a legion whose specialty is intelligence!
Or was an Alpha who infiltrated us turned traitor? Their position has always been a mystery...
Or, in fact, Dad was once an Alpha? Ha! Don’t hit me! I was joking...
After transferring the information to the information node on the next level, Allen maintained a serious face and listened to the lively discussion in the channel calmly.
Seeing that the topic was getting further and further away from the battle itself, he had to stand up and end the discussion.
Ahem... Silence! It is forbidden to discuss non-combat content in the battle channel! You can use it if you want. Where does so much curiosity come from? Where is your discipline!
The originally lively communication channel suddenly became quiet again under the suppression of Allen, the eldest brother and commander.
But even if the excitement on the surface was suppressed, in the preparation hall where the Gray Knights gathered, after "experiencing" these memories, the Gray Knights couldn't help but exclaimed with joy when their eyes met with their colleagues in the queue.
Facial expressions and whispered conversations to "communicate privately".
"Do you think there is a possibility..." A certain Gray Knight couldn't help but said to his comrades beside him.
"Everyone is Alpharius!" Another Gray Knight said instantly, and then the two of them laughed loudly in unison under the servitor's emotionless gaze.
"I! He! What! Said! Be quiet!"
Amidst the rare commotion, Alan Janus's roar sounded again in the center of the preparation hall...
In the direction of the bridge, Calvin, who is sitting on the throne in the dome, is currently under the gaze of the Imperial Guards and the Honor Guard behind him, maintaining a serious expression focused on the naval battle.
The trivial events that occurred in the direction of the preparation hall were all within his perception, and the reaction of the sons of Calvin was also within his expectation.
But when some joking speculation appeared in the channel, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Well, although some of the speculations of these Gray Knights are indeed outrageous, it must be said that sometimes the most unlikely possibility is the closest to the truth.
Just like his origins, which are known only to the Emperor and the late Grand Master Aidan of the Silver Blade, he is also unable to explain the origins of his memories to others.
Or even if he wants to explain, as a Gray Knight on the front line of the subspace battle represented by the Chaos Gods, his origin itself is an extremely important secret, and even his colleagues cannot leak it at all.
From these uploaded memories, Calvin has focused on deleting the parts that might expose him.
But if you are someone who is very familiar with him, you can still draw some inferences from the details...
Okay, don’t think about this anymore. Calvin smiled to himself.
At least this information is only spreading within the legion, but Calvin still has enough confidence in the Gray Knights' strict discipline and their strong souls...
Ready
"Ready for battle!"
The Gray Knight in the psychic channel arrived at the same time as the voice on the bridge in reality, awakening Calvin from the memory of Alpha.
He raised his head and looked below the throne, meeting the eyes of the commanders who were completing preparations on each deck.
The Enduring Crusade has completed all preparations before the war, and the commanders of the Gray Knights strike cruisers on both sides are also watching here from the other side of the screen, waiting for the original body's highest order.
It's time.
Calvin is sitting high on the throne, and the thick anti-subspace armor outside the porthole of the battleship in front of him is slowly being raised.
He looked at the enemy as small as dust in the orbit of the planet ahead, and knew that the time of judgment had arrived.
Under the golden light of the star Ophelia, this demigod shining with silver light stood up in front of all the expectant eyes, pointing his lightning claws representing anger and judgment at the enemy in front:
"Fire! In the name of the Emperor! Destroy these traitors!"
"Fire!" the weapon commander of the Nova Cannon stood next to the intercom and shouted to the gunner. The latter nodded behind the bunker. As the trigger under his feet was heavily stepped on, a violent nuclear flash flashed on the bow of the Endless Jihad.
Lights up.
Boom! Boom!
The thick beam of light instantly connected the battleship with the enemy thousands of miles away, drawing a bright trajectory in the galaxy.
A heavy cruiser on the flank of the Chaos Fleet was trying to buy time for the flagship. The ripples of the shield cracking and the terrifying sound effects of the adamantine armor being melted through occurred at the same time.
"Fire!"
Under the huge double-mounted light spear array, the four weapon commanders in the cabin roared at the same time. The energy supply cable as thick as a human waist heated up instantly, and the air was filled with the static buzz of large-scale energy release.
The heavy cruiser "Bad Lie", which had just had its shield penetrated by the Nova Cannon, had not yet recovered from the devastating blow, and fatal light spear strikes followed.
Eight blazing light beams plowed through the cruiser's unshielded body. After the dazzling light effect dimmed, the thousand-meter-long dark red scars on the adamantine armor were shocking.
But what is more deadly than this is that when the molten red light on the battleship armor dims, both the enemy and the enemy can see it, the 100-meter-thick penetrating wound created by the Nova Cannon on the engine room.
"Effective strike! The target is paralyzed!" The weapon commander will report the observed after-effects of the strike as soon as possible.
"It is judged that the possibility of loss of function of the engine room is 45%, the possibility of paralysis caused by casualties is 40%, and the possibility of loss of function of the cooling circuit is 90%"
Father Klein made a judgment on the information received, while Tabers glanced at the summarized information and made the next order:
"Leave the rest to the escort fleet and we will continue."
"Received!" the weapons commander replied. Also responding was the frigate's commander.
The exchange of fire between the two sides continues, and each member of the fleet has aimed fire at other warships.
On both sides of the main fleet battle line, the escort fleet was already moving towards the blind spot of Bad Lie, stretching hundreds of torpedoes into a long fan shape, towards the "Bad Lie" which could only rely on inertia to drift forward.
Shoot.
The few remaining macrocannons of the latter are still firing in the direction of the imperial fleet. This is probably because the crew on the ship are trying to buy time for the main fleet to escape.
But in the eyes of the commanders on both sides, it is like a member of a wolf pack whose legs and feet were bitten during a battle. It has sharp teeth but has been marked with death in advance.
Under the command of Tabos, the large fleet maintained the battle line and inserted diagonally into the center of the galaxy.
The three times superior force made them have no scruples. Knowing that the enemy could not resist, the tactic of maximizing firepower became their first choice.
The Chaos Fleet was much more embarrassed. They tried to break away at the beginning of the battle, but were forced to fight head-on because they missed the best opportunity.
But this is nothing more than a helpless choice to survive. The fleet commander, after seeing clearly the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves, knew that there was no hope of escaping from being chased all the way, so he could only try to find a way out after passing through the battle line of the imperial fleet.
Opportunity to escape into subspace.
It's a pity that they couldn't even succeed in this plot. The irony of fate fully reflects here:
Just as the Chaos fleet was getting ready to fight, Ophelia 7, which had been ravaged by their artillery fire for two whole weeks, roared with the anti-ship base weapon that had been hidden several kilometers deep underground.