Pushed by the heavy hydraulic device, the heavy door panel on the iron cage was closed with a low sound.
The two people in the field were also moving their bodies, staring into each other's eyes and slowly trying to close the distance.
Different from Calvin, who had almost no concept of cold weapon combat before, one month later, Calvin's huge progress can be seen just from his rhythmic steps.
Gavins was a little nervous. This was the first time he faced the serious Calvin after the playful brief encounter a month ago.
He was originally confident enough to fulfill the Grand Master's instructions, but when he saw the blood in Calvin's eyes and the unexplained smile on his lips, he became a little uneasy.
After all, this is a Primarch! The throne is above! I have the honor to witness his growth, which in itself is my honor! Gavins thought.
He calmed down and looked up to see the smile on the face of the young man opposite: "Ready? Let's get started..."
Then, without waiting for Gavins' answer, Calvin stepped forward and stopped exactly 1.8 meters away from Gavins.
The arm span of 1.1 meters and the sword blade of the same length formed an attack range that the opponent could not dodge. At the same time, the sword was violently swung at the waist behind his back, and he instantly flipped Calvin over with a blast that cut through the air.
shoulder, heading straight for Gavins' head.
Gavins, who had no time to dodge and could only choose to parry on the spot, did not hear the second half of Calvin's words from his mouth so close to him until he heard the roar of the two swords clashing:
"Today! I just want to be a blacksmith!"
I want to escape, but I can't escape... Well, this is not a lyric, this is the only thought left in Gavins's mind except for the sound of "bang bang bang".
Gavins, whose footwork was completely seen through, had no chance to counterattack under Calvin's continuous heavy blows.
Each parry will only allow the opponent to use his strength to smoothly swing the sword to complete the next more powerful slash.
The various actions he took to try to escape were always inexplicably seen through, so Gavins could only find opportunities to try to escape from this brain-deprived situation.
Looking at Calvin on the other side, a month of one-sided fighting allowed him to completely see through Gavins' direction.
The opponent's approximate endurance capacity has also been known to Calvin from previous intensive battles.
He excitedly danced a dance of death called "Blade Storm" around Gavins, who was standing still, to vent his "suffering" from being killed countless times in the past month.
Calvin never thought of using simple and efficient swordsmanship to directly penetrate Gavins' defense that was almost transparent to him.
That makes no sense and is not what he wants now.
What he wants now is a hearty vent.
Every time Gavins tried to release his strength and break away, he was stopped by Calvin with a slash just enough to stop his movement.
And the resistance gained from each slash was skillfully transformed and added to the next slash.
Under precise control, Calvin's power is just at the upper limit of what Gavins can bear.
The spectators outside the field were so shocked by this almost storm-like attack that their breathing began to slow down.
From the perspective of outside the iron cage, Calvin is, as he said before, transformed into a blacksmith with precise skills.
In the violent high-frequency strikes, he was able to accurately hit Gavins' nail with the "sledgehammer" every time.
60 seconds, just 60 seconds, but Gavins feels like a year has passed.
He didn't even have a chance to take a complete breath. He just suppressed his blush and was treated like a nail standing there to bear Calvin's endless blows.
"Is this the speed at which demigods grow? I'm really arrogant..." This was the little reason left in his almost unconscious mind.
Although the outcome of the battle has not yet been determined, the overwhelming aspect of the situation has left everyone present with no suspense about the outcome.
Calvin has no intention of killing the leader of his own guard.
After dispelling his own anger and giving a small warning to the champion of the Guards, Calvin no longer pursues a clear victory or defeat to embellish his record.
So, he retreated amidst the long sword cry after a fight, looked at Gavins in front of him with a smile and said, "Okay, that's it for today."
Gavins, who was exhausted and exhausted, had no strength to walk out of the iron cage. He just sat down and gasped for breath and said to Calvin: "Of course, this is your will."
The sight briefly pulled away from Titan, and at the intersection of the distant Far Eastern Star Territory and the Terra Star Territory, in a certain Inquisition spacecraft, three Lord Inquisitors of the Tribunal gathered together for a rare occasion.
What's even more rare is that the three present are all from the Holy Hammer Order. This kind of people can gather so many high-level people without major events as background conditions and under the huge intensity of business processing of the Tribunal.
It is very difficult to become a judge.
The second of the three is on a mission and will leave this "free ship" soon after entering the Terra star field.
The remaining one is simply decided by the Tribunal to go to Terra to serve as the representative of the Tribunal in the High Lords Council for the next five years.
The spaceship is still sailing in subspace, and it is still a long way from Terra.
Necessary information sources are a reliable guarantee for the survival of every imperial bureaucrat, and the Inquisition is no exception.
So the three inquisitors sat together out of boredom and played cards in the bar on the ship. While the three of them drank the fruit wine brewed on the ship, they discussed the recent rumors within the order.
A little further outside their seats, the guards and vassals of these inquisitors sat quietly. The same wine glasses and the same wine on the table had not been touched since they were filled.
These various militants are different from the three relaxed and comfortable gangsters in the center. Quietly wiping their weapons and seemingly relaxed but actually tight on guard is how they really get along with each other.
With no mission in hand, they may not seem to outsiders to be so nervous on their own ship, but considering that even within the Tribunal, there is a bad tradition of falling out like a book.
Perhaps it is normal for a colleague who was toasting a drink with you one second to be offering you a stabbing sword to pierce his heart the next second.
Therefore, as employees and subordinates directly under the army, their wealth and life depended entirely on the boss. They could only keep a close eye on all the information about their boss in the central position to prevent them from missing the opportunity and being seized by the enemies around them.<
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"Have you heard? Titan's closure is over."
One of the judges who boarded the boat, and the youngest Ms. Amberley present, threw out the cards in her hand and said calmly.
"Well, I want this card! I heard it, isn't it already over?"
Judge Jean Maridus, who is about to take office, also picked up the topic calmly. He is the most worried about his situation among the three.
After all, in the more than 100 years since he joined the Inquisition, more than one high-ranking Inquisitor has been dazzled by the appointment order from the headquarters.
Then he died at the hands of a colleague who received a secret execution order. He has always had reservations about whether the two colleagues in front of him really went to the Sun Star Territory for another mission.
The uniquely decorated bar in front of him was his carefully chosen location. The entire wall of the bar was filled with automatic laser weapons and heavy logging guns.
With just a snap of his fingers, he can eliminate everyone present except him, including his followers.
And he himself can easily leave through the secret door reserved in the floor under his feet in one movement.
No wonder Maridus is so cautious. After all, who has been at the forefront of the empire's fight against subspace for so many years, who hasn't kept some unspeakable secrets?
But since the trump card has not yet been revealed, he is not eager to put himself in a dangerous situation.
So Maridus, who wanted to wait and see what would happen, was happy to play cards with the two uninvited guests, just treating it as a pastime during the long journey.
"But the representative of the Inquisitor stationed in Titan heard that the whole process was controlled during the closure period, and he has lost the trust of the headquarters."
The person who answered the conversation was another member of the "Boat Riding Duo", Senior Inquisitor Stadler.
Unlike the other two, he was born in Terra and was naturally well-informed, and his words made the two of them prick up their ears in unison.
"What's the reason? How did those cans explain it?"
Ms. Ambler put down the cards in her hand, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip before asking.
The atmosphere among the followers not far away began to become tense with the wine glass in her hand. It seems that the matter of breaking a glass as a sign of honor also has a long history in this universe.
"It's a common equipment problem, just deal with it like this, but there's nothing you can do about it. Is it possible that they also get an extermination order?"
Stadler leaned back leisurely, sinking into the soft velvet sofa.
His slightly frivolous voice came from the sofa: "Your Excellency Maridus, this sofa is really good. I heard that you waited for two years in Terra when you reserved it?"
"It's just spreading rumors. If you like it, just take it with you when you leave." Maridus responded with a smile.
Having needs is a good thing, at least it means that the other person still has a place in their plan to get along with him for a long time.
He also relaxed slightly and leaned on the equally soft sofa and asked softly:
"Then let's forget it? When have we ever suffered such a loss?"
Upon hearing this, Amberi also put down the wine glass in his hand, preparing to hear the final result of this "accident" from Terra.
Stadler's body was still sinking into the sofa, and the shadow blocked his face. Only his slightly deep voice could be heard saying:
"The Grand Master of the Gray Knights Chapter arrived at the headquarters yesterday. I heard that he made a different suggestion to the Holy Hammer Order this time."
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
"The Grand Master proposed to the headquarters that the practice of stationing representatives of the Tribunal on Titan for 8,000 years should be changed, and that the Gray Knights should be stationed at the Tribunal headquarters instead."
"Did they agree?" The two of them asked in unison. After all, this kind of thing has never happened before.
It itself represents a lot of hidden meanings, not to mention the many changes it will bring after its specific implementation.
"Why not? After all, these cans, in terms of real relationship ownership, have always belonged directly to the throne room, and they only have a cooperative relationship with us." This is the final explanation from Stadler.
After hearing his words, their thoughts drifted to distant Terra along with the meaning contained in these words.
No one noticed Stadler in the shadow, the tattoos on the inner fingers of his folded hands that represented the Wennam Temple, and the meaningful smile he looked at the two of them.
In the subspace, the spacecraft carrying three people was still sailing quietly.
But in the end, how many people can arrive alive can only be decided by fate.