"I am so lucky! To have outstanding warriors like you at the same time!"
Calvin resisted the urge to return to Terra to settle the score with Walden, but he still couldn't help complaining about the two top performers in front of him.
The two Templars, who were immersed in sending "bound volumes" to each other, finally woke up under Calvin's words. After looking at each other, they both looked at their monarch with stern expressions.
The two people who had been exposed finally calmed down. After the passionate exchange of words, they looked at Calvin's wonderful expression, and all they had left was regret.
Damn it, you won’t be treated differently from now on, right? Golden
You asked for it! Just let my dark history out, how are the other brothers innocent? You are finished, I say it! Tariq
That's what you said first! Golden
It's obviously you! Tariq
enough!
Seeing the two of them talking non-stop, winking at each other and blaming each other on the psychic channel, Calvin couldn't bear to watch anymore and couldn't help but speak out to stop them.
The two people's eyes widened instantly after hearing Calvin's psychic call. After the panic of the important information being leaked, they looked at Calvin with eyes full of innocence and accusation.
You are going too far! How could you eavesdrop on our conversation!
That's it! The Primarch should look like the Primarch! What kind of ability is it to eavesdrop on the conversations of your subordinates? And if things go on like this, as your subordinate, don't you have no privacy at all... Wait?
"Fuck!" Tarik, who was accustomed to channeling his psychic energy halfway, finally reacted. He stared at the original body in front of him with wide eyes in surprise.
The communication channel was discovered! When did this happen?
If Calvin knew about this channel from the beginning, wouldn’t he know everything they had talked about in this channel before?
The nicknames given to the Primarch, the ability to complain about the Primarch's aesthetics, the ability to name weapons, and the weird Terran country accent, aren't they all due to Calvin's insight?
He stiffened his neck and glanced at Calvin slowly, then looked at Golden next to him with a fluke to confirm.
The latter's face was equally ugly, and the moment his eyes met, Tariq clearly understood the look in his comrade's eyes:
It's hopeless and dead. Just bury it and find a place with good feng shui.
"You...know everything?" Tarik asked with difficulty.
Although psychic communication is not as secretive as one-on-one psychic communication, the fact that the original body can easily capture and complete the cracking and infiltration silently surprises them even more.
"Hmph... I taught you all the tricks you have, do you think I know?" Calvin complained angrily.
Before he came to the battle group, the psychic communication method used by these Gray Knights was still one-to-one communication, and even the occasional multi-person collaborative call was based on unstable psychic laws.
And it was his implantation of the "psionic seed" of the original Honor Guard that opened the era of "multi-person stable battlefield communication" among the Gray Knights.
Not only does it allow these Gray Knights to connect with the will of the legion, it also leads to a new era of multi-level, multi-team instant communication based on psychic nodes.
The "Private Chat Group" of the Honor Guard is the product of this background. The daily construction and communication encryption of this channel can be said to be completed bit by bit under Calvin's nose.
From the original state to the later dynamic encryption, Calvin watched the entire growth process of this "private chat group".
In his eyes, these Templar knights' daily complaints about him were the same as the whispers of grassroots soldiers in his previous life. Not only did he feel funny every time, he also gained a deeper understanding of these veterans.
If he hadn't been too lazy to interfere too much with this group, he would have wanted to learn from his previous life's experience and mark this group as "an honor guard family."
But he still wanted to keep it simple.
In other words, because of work, his knowledge of this kind of private server channel is limited to the Honor Guard around him;
Driven by this technological innovation, other "technical products" produced by the entire legion due to their fanatical belief in the original body were things that he had not expected and knew nothing about.
"Ah this..." Tarik looked at Calvin dumbly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, his facial expressions violently clashed between twitching and remaining unchanged.
He looked at Golden from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the latter was signaling to him with a vague gesture: "Good brother! It's time for you to sacrifice! Hold on!"
"...Roger it!" Tarik looked at the original body resolutely, and a sense of honor at the expense of his own self instantly filled his chest.
He blatantly accused Calvin and had a heated discussion with the original body on the issue of "whether the Gray Knights should have personal privacy in the Legion era, and whether public communication channels are applicable to this proposition"...
Behind him, Golden watched the "sacrifice" of his good brother with tears in his eyes, while secretly pressing a "disposable signal generator" that had been prepared on his waist.
The weak electromagnetic long waves passed through the many obstacles of the battleship in an obscure way and were sent in the other directions of the Relentless Jihad.
All the sons of Calvin along the way stiffly stopped what they were doing after receiving this signal of unknown meaning.
"MAY DAY! MAY DAY!
We have been exposed! Execute cleanup plan immediately! Repeat! We have been exposed! Execute cleanup plan immediately!”
Across the Endless Crusade, the Sons of Calvin are still maintaining their daily defense and training work, but the psychic communication channel is already buzzing with excitement.
A large number of private communication channels were actively disconnected by the Gray Knights responsible for node tasks, and thousands of original body photos and life details were painfully destroyed by these Gray Knights responsible for server functions.
The hundreds of communication nodes in the entire legion in the name of "Practice War Mode" were reduced by half in just a few minutes.
After completing the cleaning process, these sons of Calvin were still heartbroken over the loss of their collection, while looking movedly at the position of the bridge in front of the battleship.
Golden is a good comrade! A technical sergeant who was silent every day sighed on the communication channel.
Good comrade!! All the Gray Knights agreed.
His sacrifice was meaningful! Another unknown Gray Knight captain sighed.
It makes sense! A group of Gray Knights responded again.
But it's just a small setback right now! A sergeant who was training on Terminator power armor took up the former's words.
Frustration! The emotions of all the Gray Knights resonated with each other.
And our cause cannot be interrupted here! An unknown Gray Knight Captain spoke passionately.
Can't be interrupted! A kind of Gray Knights united as one, with hope shining in their eyes!
Waves of psychic fluctuations reverberated in the space of the Relentless Crusade. The emotions of many Gray Knights resonated with each other in the excitement. Calvin was shocked to find that the will of the entire legion had experienced an inexplicable increase. These Gray Knights were obviously affected by some kind of influence.
Inspire, the structure of the Legion's will has also become more consistent.
"Huh?" Calvin felt strange about this change. Apart from being pleasantly surprised, he also vaguely felt that something was wrong.
But the Tarik in front of him had taken up most of his energy. The debate about the Gray Knights' "privacy and public channels" finally ended in Calvin's victory due to Tarik's sudden "awake".
Calvin watched the two guard members calmly accept his "punishment" and then both left, obviously confused.
But this debate about soldiers redefining themselves in the legion era obviously also satisfied him very much.
This is a problem that he has noticed a long time ago, but from his experience and perspective at the leadership level, this kind of problem is more suitable for discussions initiated by the grassroots, rather than his rough guidance from the top.
Thinking about what he had gained today and looking at the empty corridor around him again, Calvin decided to return to his residence.
And just when he arrived at the door of his office alone, a message from the bridge caught his attention:
"Our ship has completed the supply of materials and is ready to set sail at any time. However, the Psionic Choir has just reported to us that while performing subspace calming procedures for the fleet to set sail, they discovered an abnormal signal."
"Does the database have identification results?" Calvin asked on the communication channel.
"There are samples that match the characteristics." Tabers responded calmly.
"What type?" Calvin asked curiously.
The Webway, and most likely, the part that leads to Terra
Tabos quietly switched the communication and spoke in a psychic way.