"It's just the same hammer! Believe it or not, there's something wrong with him!"
Calvin complained bitterly in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained the stability of his heart rate and psychic energy fluctuations.
This is definitely not Alpharius! At least not his true form!
Although Calvin came to this world relatively late, he had no chance to come into contact with any real Primarch.
And although the guy in front of him has not revealed his identity, whether it is the fluctuation of his soul or the obvious strength of his body, he is using various explicit or implicit messages to hint to Calvin about his identity.
But!
But after all, Calvin is not a fuel-efficient lamp! Although he himself has never seen other primarchs, he has seen memories from many timelines!
Especially the army of this guy in front of me!
These guys have a habit of finding places to bury the spare tires of their original bodies. Calvin has personal experience! He has buried more than one himself, right?
So from the first moment he saw "him", Calvin could swear by his agreement with the emperor that this person was definitely not Alpharius!
Absolutely not!
And to take a step back, the body in front of him was a bit too "new" in his perception.
Whether it's the fluctuations in the opponent's soul that have just awakened from hibernation, or the strength standards displayed in the skin, hair, heart rate, and bones of the opponent's body when perceived at close range.
Calvin can safely draw the conclusion:
This is a body that is much more powerful than the Astartes, but definitely not as good as the original body.
And this body has definitely just been activated and used!
Calvin has been observing him since he appeared. With the original body's inhuman observation ability, he can learn from the analysis of the movements of the guy in front of him:
Even his meniscus is new!
In other words, this is another link in the endless lies of the Hydra Legion.
True and false, false and true, who knows?
But Calvin still couldn't expose him.
Not to mention that this guy who is also the most special among the original bodies will not come to the door without any reason. He will definitely show up "as a last resort" for a special purpose.
Let’s just say that although this is not true, the opportunity to communicate head-on with a Primarch is so precious!
And who can guarantee that that person is really not squatting nearby and controlling this body through the link of the soul?
Well, the channel of communication cannot be cut off, so "Alfaris" cannot die.
But even though the death penalty is avoidable, as a price for playing with his "brother" with a prosthesis, it's not too much for Calvin to use "him" to practice his skills and test his own growth progress, right?
In the blink of an eye, Calvin figured out all these twists and turns.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and after using the psychic channel to make the Gray Knights retreat to a safe distance, the strength in his hands suddenly increased:
"So, talk about fifty cents?"
Boom!
The slightly shorter body on the opposite side was pushed straight backwards by the majestic explosion of the Gray Knight's original body. A spark dozens of meters long was drawn on the ground amidst the crazy scraping sound of the magnetic boots, until a cabin was completely destroyed.
The metal wall made a huge dent before he stopped.
"Alfaris" was almost defeated by this force, and many cracks appeared on the originally smooth and neat Mark IV power armor.
"Alfaris" climbed out from the messy wall and stood up slowly.
"Hiss... interesting statement. I don't object to chatting, but... what currency unit are you talking about?!!"
With the roar of the floor being trampled, he disappeared in the next moment, and counterattacked towards Calvin with high-speed kinetic energy that pulled out numerous afterimages!
Boom!
The confrontation between pure power and kinetic energy caused the two inhuman beings to cause devastating damage to the surrounding environment.
Torn apart by the huge force, the steel deck under the feet of Calvin and "Alfaris" could not bear the weight of the two of them, and they both fell into the space on the lower level of the battleship.
In the dusty cabin, Calvin used his war hammer to block the chain sword in "Alfaris"'s hand, looking down at him.
The initial collision has ended, and they are fully aware of each other's strength.
What follows is an all-round confrontation, but before that, Calvin, the talkative king, will certainly not miss the trash talk:
"Are you a little weak? Did you sleep for too long...or didn't eat enough? My...brother?"
"What the hell..."
Boom!
There was another huge roar, and the distance between the two was once again widened by Calvin's force. Alpha, who was pushed out again, understood Calvin's intention from this familiar smell.
Just like other primarchs who met for the first time in the past, the two lions always have to use words and "minions" of power to constantly test each other to figure out each other's position.
This method may be rough and barbaric, but it is this extreme collision that allows two human demigods in charge of an expedition fleet and a population of hundreds of millions to fully understand each other in a short period of time, so that they will not be confused by each other.
Misjudgment of each other's strengths leads to unnecessary tragedies.
Well, how should I put it?
In the eyes of the Astartes, this "battle" may mean that the primarch is violent, powerful and moody;
But in the eyes of these emperor's sons, this is undoubtedly a rare activity that can relax both body and mind...
In the ensuing battle, the two Emperor's Sons completely exploded into each other's fighting power, and they tacitly decided to use the outcome of this battle to set the tone of this conversation.
"Alfaris"'s concealment and raids caused Calvin to suffer several serious consequences, and its endless cycle of true and false moves made Calvin frown;
The former also suffered greatly from Calvin's psychic lightning and teleportation strikes. The original body of the Gray Knight was completely different from all the psykers he had ever seen. Hidden under its powerful and pure psychic energy, it was completely unbeatable.
As ferocious and barbaric as a giant war beast!
The battlefield they passed was like a ruins ravaged by a storm. Apart from the mess and broken ground, there were only sporadic and shocking marks left by the two people when they attacked each other.
But this undoubtedly harmed the Gray Knights outside the battlefield and the Alphas who were about to complete their evacuation.
Although they avoided it again and again, the red-eyed original body didn't have so many scruples.
The two demigods are like two storms entangled together. The shift and expansion of the battlefield depend on the mood of the one who was knocked away when he fights back.
The raging storm of metal and waves of psychic energy were enough to stop the breathing of a battle-hardened Astartes, but it almost never stopped;
The roar, like that of an ancient behemoth, was enough to break the liver and gallbladder of any mortal who heard it, but it never stopped during the battle that lasted for dozens of minutes.
The two of them fought all the way from the top corridor of the battleship's trunk to the bottom of the battleship, and then from the bow of the battleship to the bottom of the bridge.
The battlefield along the way was as destructive as the close-range shooting of macro cannons. The destroyed warship equipment and mortal casualties were countless, even exceeding the cleaning speed of the Gray Knight Company itself.
However, the two of them still had a tacit understanding. Unfortunately, both sides were affected during the battle, and both sides had reservations about the genetic heirs of the other side.
So compared with the violent collision of forces in the center of the battlefield, an extremely funny scene appeared outside the battlefield:
In the last minute, the Gray Knights felt the approach of the original bodies, and were driven out of the original cleaning mission place like ducks;
The next minute, the Alphas, who were about to board the plane and escape, were brutally attacked. They saw the Storm Eagle standing on the flight deck in front of them being torn apart by the two original bodies.
In the battlefield between the Gray Knights and Alpha in the last second, the Gray Knight was thrown out by "Alfaris";
The next second, Alpha with the same confused face was thrown by Calvin in the sky, "giving" him the chance to escape from battle and death...
The battle between the two demigods lasted for nearly an hour, and the direct result was the loss of the Truth - this space beast with a history of nearly ten thousand years was completely destroyed, and there was no longer any value for repair and use. p>
However, the two people who were the instigators of this disaster tacitly stopped attacking each other after the battle progressed and all conventional means were exhausted.
"That's it." Alpharius roared and climbed up from the broken macro cannon loading machine, looking at the equally embarrassed Calvin a hundred meters away, his originally deep voice was like thunder after the fierce battle.
"Well. That's it for now. Speaking of which...this body of yours doesn't have much time left, right?"
Calvin casually pulled out a metal spike from the gap in his armor, showing a somewhat distressed expression. Calvin's tone was calm, but what he said made the other party freeze.
"Did you see it?...When?"
"Start from meeting you."
...The originally relaxed atmosphere in the air became tense again, and the expression of "Alfaris" who had always shown "considerable" combat power finally turned serious.
His narrowed eyes looked uncertain, as if some kind of storm was brewing, and he seemed to be preparing to make some kind of decision.
The eyes of the two people were firmly locked on each other, and their wills did not dodge, and they collided head-on through their eyes.
Finally, after a few suffocating seconds, he spoke to break this extremely dangerous silence.
"Well, you seem to understand me better than I thought..."
After hearing this, Calvin looked at the dense anti-psionic inscriptions on the exposed lining of the opponent's broken armor, and smiled meaningfully: