Above Placedia's orbit with an inclination angle of 15° from the equator, Perseverance Jihad is flying synchronously with Placedia, using a mountain range on the ground that has been raised due to the collision of geological plates as its subsatellite point.
Because the fleet did not receive permission from the ground, it had to bypass the star port located above the equator and temporarily stayed on an inclined orbit away from the equator.
The material supply process with the Tribunal's transport fleet had to adopt an inefficient parallel on-orbit method, using multiple transports by small airships.
Calvin stood in front of the porthole and watched the airships going back and forth between the fleets for a long time, as if he had not yet broken away from the communication between the Sons of Guilliman.
From the perspective of the topmost level of the battleship, these small vehicles carrying fleet supplies are like fine chains.
"Have the Ultramarines always been like this?" Calvin did not look back, but the leader of the Honor Guard knew who he was asking.
But before Golden could answer, Calvin said to himself again:
"Or is it our status that makes them unwilling to have more contact?"
"Um..." Golden suddenly felt that based on his reputation, the latter possibility was not impossible.
"Or maybe there is something inconvenient to display here?"
Calvin turned back to look at Golden, who had already empathetically remembered the little secrets of his family buried under Titan.
"But we shouldn't even deny the use of the star port, right?" Calvin's tone was somewhat raised, and there was already a suspicious look in his eyes.
"Probably not." Golden looked at Calvin and explained:
"Even if it does exist, it shouldn't be this remote place far away from the control of the Thirteenth Legion."
"Then there's something wrong with them, otherwise they wouldn't be so vigilant about us."
"It's possible, but there's no reason for us to get involved."
Based on the original body's deduction, Golden also began to feel that the Ultramarines' rejection was indeed beyond the normal range.
However, it is obviously extremely risky to take the initiative to intervene in the station of an Astartes battle group without receiving any active request.
Especially in a special place like the Extreme Star Territory, even Golden is unwilling to confront the most powerful local force here head-on.
"Star map!" Calvin ordered in a low voice.
The servo skull that had been floating behind him heard the sound and came to him, projecting the galaxy and the nearby astronomical environment.
"Not this! Replace it with the channel map." Calvin glanced at Presidia's galaxy composition map and added commands to the servo skull.
"Holy Blood" responded to his request and switched the content of the holographic projection into a subspace route composed of dense lines.
Countless military channels, general channels, and commercial channels are marked in red, blue, and green between the two star fields. Following the location of the fleet in the channel star map, Calvin first rowed his hand toward their destination—
—Gian Moro sector, and then rowed from Presdia towards Terra.
Golden followed the primarch's finger and discovered his intention.
"This is the only way to return to Terra from the direction of Gian Moro. If the direction of Fenris is blocked, then... Presidia will be the only springboard to return to Terra."
"Have you studied fleet command?" Calvin was a little surprised. Although Templars theoretically have the experience of rotating in various orders, in fact very few can complete all the procedures.
Most Templars will devote their time and energy to mastering the martial arts and weapons required for close combat. Armor command is regarded as advanced tactics in the eyes of these warriors, and battleship command is a subject that takes hundreds of years, and it is rare for Templars to do so.
within the range of choices.
"He came out of the Blade of Victory. This is his professional skill. Mardak (Grand Instructor of the Blade of Victory) scolded him a lot at the beginning. He was not a good fleet admiral. I don't know what the fault was.
Come here and join us as a group of horses."
Tariq explained to Calvin angrily, and then, as expected, he was punched hard by Golden.
"Huh?" Calvin was really surprised.
He could feel that Golden had a "deliberate" rudeness in his daily interactions, but he didn't think about it in the direction of Victory Blade.
You must know that although fleet commanders do not have specific factional requirements for psychic talents, the tactics, strategic vision and operation and management of the entire battleship they require are actually even rarer traits among the Gray Knights.
"Don't you see? Are you still a cultural person?" Calvin teased with a smile, and then looked at Tariq on the other side.
This guy is different from Golden. His rudeness and recklessness are really not just an act.
Calvin had seen it more than once during the battle. When the battle got heated, the comrades of the Honor Guard dragged the red-eyed bull back.
"What about you, Tariq? Which army were you in before entering the Victory Hall?"
"You...guess?" Tarik did not answer directly, but hesitated slightly.
Calvin had the urge to rub his eyes. If he saw it correctly, the cow in front of him was unusually shy?
By the Emperor! Isn't this guy possessed?
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Retribution came so quickly. Before Tarik could come to his senses, Golden revealed his old story in front of Calvin.
"You wouldn't believe this guy's number one talent even if I tell him, it's from the prophecy system!
And his only talent for prophecy is to predict whether he will die."
"Huh?" Calvin opened his eyes wide, unable to understand.
"So this is what gave you the confidence to join the Templars? Is your stuff accurate?" Calvin was a bit dumbfounded. What kind of psychic talent is this!
"Not bad!" Tariq chuckled and patted his chest proudly.
"Death means not death, but sometimes the injuries are a little more serious."
"Yes, he is the one who has had 5 second hearts replaced in a row and holds the record for heart and other organ transplants in the battle group." Golden added next to him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Good guy! Does this mean that the Apothecary Order is your home? And if he heard correctly, this guy is also a rare "native prophecy type"?
He once again looked at Tariq, a 2.7-meter tall naked bull, but still couldn't associate him with the high-end term "Prophet Brotherhood."
But if it is true, as Golden said, that his psychic talent has such strange limitations, then there is nothing wrong with his choice.
"So you chose the 'Path of Champions'?" Calvin asked.
"That's natural!" Tarik replied slightly proudly, but within three seconds of being handsome, he was mercilessly exposed by Golden:
"How can he choose on his own? He won't be able to survive!
Relying on the fact that he was not afraid of death, he charged fiercely during the mission and almost brought down the entire battle line several times.
The cooperative partners changed one after another, and finally they were boycotted by all the companies except the 1st, 2nd, and 5th companies, so they were unable to start training on the road to becoming a champion!"
Good guy! Disrespectful!
Calvin gave a thumbs up to Tariq, who was glaring at Golden's repeated betrayals and started to fight back:
"How are you better than me? A Victory Blade fleet commander whose first psychic talent is the powerful system. Just tell me how many sets of wetware your company burned in the first year. Your former great mentor Mal
How did Dake recruit you, and how did he send you out of the country as a gift?"
Made! Absolutely awesome!
Is this the origin of these two things? Calvin suddenly had an ominous premonition and quickly continued to ask.
Sure enough, from the words of these two eloquent men, he learned how talented his honor guard was.
A master tactician who knows only one tactic, a second-hand psyker acquired by the Assassin's Court, a tech sergeant with a fanatical belief in plasma technology, an apothecary who uses a bolter better than medical equipment...
Are all the members of my honor guard like this? It’s a pity that I was so moved by the “generousness” of the Supreme Master!
Calvin couldn't help but recall how the Supreme Grand Master and the members of the Grand Master Council watched him lead the people away with tears of anticipation and expectation when the Honor Guard was first established.
He is still young!
Now think about it, where is the expectation for him and the expectation for the Honor Guard?
This is clearly the tears of relief that have been accumulated in the war group for hundreds of years, packaged and thrown out in batches at once!
Walden, you have no heart! You are so angry! When will the Primarch stand up!