"Is it too late?" Corax questioned Calvin's order, since it was a cross-star troop mobilization.
"It's not a big problem," Calvin said.
"If the destination coordinates for long-distance jumps are clear and accurate, then the fleet's speed will actually not be slower while reducing the number of jumps to supply supplies.
Moreover, my legion happens to be good at dealing with the common problems of getting lost in deep voyages.”
"Oh..." Corax said nothing more.
Thinking of the Gray Knights who were psykers per capita, coupled with the traits inherited from Calvin in his blood, Corax couldn't help but believe Calvin's words even though he had a very poor perception of the warp.
Calvin has no plans to share information about Titan with him yet.
But just from Corax's own perspective, he has already noticed that the Gray Knight is different.
They were so stable that even with Corax's stereotypical prejudice against psykers, it seemed a bit excessive.
The Raven Lord's psychic talent was not that of Magnus, but among the Primarchs of that time, he was definitely not the one who was lagging behind.
In fact, there has never been any Primarch that is a true psychic insulator.
The essential soul structure of the subspace is that the boundary between them and the great psykers in a sense is only a question of whether they want to, but never whether they can.
But even with this innate mastery of the subspace, coupled with his profound understanding of the inhumanity of the Supreme Being after awakening his essence in the subspace, these Gray Knights walking in groups on the Silver Dawn can also
In his eyes, it was no small "miracle".
Stability, inhuman stability.
No matter how great or small their souls may be by their natural gifts, they may exert an influence on the Supreme Being;
But they all have one thing in common that surprises Corax - that is, they are inhuman, as stable as if they came off the assembly line of the same forge.
This stability is reflected in his vision. The soul reflection of any Gray Knight has a regular and stable fulcrum in the subspace.
The essence of these fulcrums is based on the true deconstruction of the Supreme Heaven.
what is that?
Corax looked behind Calvin. Through the thick screen wall, a member of the Honor Guard was walking from the front of the Silver Hall.
In the eyes of Corax, the soul of this particularly powerful Gray Knight has the same solid structure as the other Gray Knights;
But compared with them, the soul of this leader among his compatriots still has a more complicated structure based on this!
Word!
Corax finally noticed a certain pattern, and while observing Calvin from the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw the same message flashing through the latter's soul.
"La...(Secret, protected spirit)"
Corax felt the meaning of the words and subconsciously tried to repeat them verbally.
The moment the low, inhuman voice came out, not only did he wake up, but even Calvin in front of him felt it.
"Huh?" The gray knight was also touched. He stopped in an instant and looked around cautiously.
"Huh?" Calvin temporarily put away his thoughts, turned back to look at Corax, and then saw the Lord of Crows putting out the fire with some amusement.
Well, this is a real "fire extinguishing" in a physical sense.
Because the moment Corax read the inscription, the power poured into the "word" itself in mysticism by Calvin and all the Gray Knights had already responded.
A silver halo was born from the void, just like a maggot attached to a bone, clinging to the shadow in front of Calvin.
laugh……
Corax, who frowned, used a huge amount of shadow power in Calvin's eyes to forcibly extinguish the burning silver halo that was spreading on his black hair.
After experiencing this up close and personal, he finally understood how Mortarion felt at that time.
Domineering...cold...hard...
There is also Qinche, who is almost as good as Chaos, but has the same effect...
After dispelling this power, he still did not give up analyzing the text from his own perspective.
But in his eyes, these words were not completely displayed. They seemed to be just cross-sections of a complete structure.
"It's not just space, there's even something in a higher dimension..."
Corax savored the aftertaste of this word, and looked at Calvin with increasingly curious eyes.
"My personal advice..." Corax was careful with his words, but he looked at Calvin very seriously.
There was surprise in his eyes, but also a bit of incomprehensible confusion and regret:
"Although your growth path is different from ours, since the power you have is so special, why not try to grasp it first and then think about other things?"
"…………"
Faced with this kind of "not too tactful" euphemism, Calvin didn't know where to start.
Of course he also wants to be a Shilipo Sword God with peace of mind, but the mission of the Tribunal has never stopped.
"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Calvin replied, and Corax said nothing more.
It is a taboo anywhere to talk superficially and talk deeply, and it can be said that these have exceeded the principles of Corax.
"What about you?" Calvin didn't want the conversation to go cold, and he was also curious about Corax's next plan.
"Why don't you go back to your legion's home planet to have a look?" he asked Corax, but the latter gave a negative answer:
"No... it's not the time." Corax denied, and the warning in his eyes prevented Calvin from asking any more questions.
After finishing the conversation, Calvin turned and walked out, and Corax's figure turned into a shadow again and fell at Calvin's feet.
"Where to go?" the Raven Lord asked.
"Far..." Calvin looked at the honor guard walking in front and nodded slightly. The latter stood there, waiting for the original body to pass by and follow closely behind.
"Fermat's Mechanical Ark is almost in place. I need to work with the other Gray Knights to completely clean up the pollution left here."
"Understood, call me if you need anything..." Corax fell into silence after finishing speaking, and Calvin felt that he had fallen into a deep sleep in the shadow under his feet.
Buzz!
Before slowly opening the door to the Silver Hall, two rows of gray knights held their halberds in uniform and saluted, and saw the Imperial Truth slowly flying up from behind the original body.
This long sword imbued with Calvin's power finally woke up from its short slumber after killing and devouring the demon sword Draconion.
"Murder... originated from the original killing between blood relatives."
This ancient word was turning over in Calvin's mind, shining with an ominous halo.
In Imperial Truth, the faceless angel who represents Calvin's will is far away from that concept as he struggles to spread his wings and slowly floats with his hands on the sword.
The radiance of order, infused by the faceless angel, converged on the long sword in its hand, bringing with it a silvery light as smooth as autumn water;
And surrounded by other overflowing radiances that turned into silver chains, the root concept called "murder" has been locked away by order.
"Behead." Calvin whispered in his heart, but this was actually a reappearance of the past.
"cut!"
The faceless angel slammed down the long sword in his hand. In his condescending view, there was a dazzling light shining at the end of the sword's blade!