Chapter Ninety-Eight The Bells Point to the Beginning of the Gothic Campaign
"...To sum up, Mechanical Ark's transformation of Farr is on the right track. After the completion of the atmospheric reconstruction plan, this place has already met the construction environment of a large fortress complex!"
On the second step below Calvin, Father Fermat, wearing a white inner and red outer robe, was performing his duties as the master of the forge under the gaze of everyone.
Mechanical Ark's reconstruction of Farr's atmosphere has begun, and the progress of the subsequent secondary construction project of the continental plate has also begun;
The first half of the meeting was for him, the representative of the Mechanicus, to explain the specific progress to everyone in a way that non-Mechanicus personnel could understand.
Under the projector in the center of the hall, a series of waterfall-like numbers and indicators, together with some pictures that flashed by, supported the words and deeds of this high-ranking priest.
As his speech came to an end, everyone had an intuitive understanding of Farr's transformation:
This expected large-scale fortress and fleet homeport has completed the most important infrastructure under the construction of the Mechanical Ark fleet;
As long as some subsequent transformations and additions are made, this key fortress will be able to assume its key "transit station" function in this war!
That means one thing - the time is ripe for the fleet to march to the Gothic Sector!
"Well done." The original body's voice fell from a high place, making Fermat, who maintained his speech posture, calmer.
His subtle pause in the closing gesture returned to smoothness again. After raising his slightly lowered head again, there was also a hint of reserve in his eyes as he looked at the people below.
Of course, this thing is a type of electrical signal in the eyes of everyone, and it is destined to be incomprehensible to non-Mechanicus people.
So with a certain regret of walking at night, Fermat turned to look at the most powerful person in this space.
His rhythmic body regained its silkiness under the desire for power.
This red-robed giant, who was more than three meters tall, actually took the initiative to switch the sound source in his electronic Adam's apple, and said to the figure on the throne with an extremely enthusiastic voice:
"As you can see, although our humble servants are dull, we still complete your instructions relying on the brilliance of Om Messiah!
Farr's transformation project no longer requires our participation. It can be completed with the remaining Mechanical Ark alone!
And your subordinates!"
Fermat turned and looked at the bottom of the steps, and everyone realized what he wanted to say.
In the scorching atmosphere where all the officers raised their chests and raised their heads, Fermat quietly switched his identity back to that of the Sage, and no longer concealed his ambition for military success:
"And under your command, millions of warriors are ready! Hundreds of thousands of Mekhan servants are waiting for your orders! Thousands of the Emperor's angels of death are waiting to drink the blood of the Empire's enemies!
Please lift your finger and tell us where the enemy is!
Please pick up your sword and show us where the enemy is!"
"Oh?" Calvin looked at Fermat at the foot of the steps and had a higher opinion of him in his heart.
These priests who work hard on steel and machinery obviously also have their own desire for power.
And if your interests can be aligned with theirs, they will also put aside their rigid and rigid attitudes and show unexpected emotional intelligence and enthusiasm.
This is obviously the case for Fermat at the moment. His status as a ruling sage gave him an extraordinary desire for military exploits.
It was this desire that drove him to come here all the way from Lucius, and he was so considerate that he saved the mobilization step that Calvin expected at the beginning of this meeting.
This is good, but Calvin was not in a hurry to express his opinion. Fermat had already set the mood here, so of course he wanted to give others a chance to express their opinion.
He slowly stood up from the throne and looked at the people at the foot of the steps.
"Please order!!"
Everyone who knew the contents of this meeting also understood that it was time to express their stance.
Even the original body stood up and waited for them. If he didn't express his position... it would be considered impolite.
"Please order!"
Everyone shouted again, and a smile finally appeared on Calvin's face.
"Yes! The Emperor witnesses your loyalty!"
Calvin waved his hand, and Sir Sutherland beside him stepped forward.
On the dome of the Silver Hall, the holographic projection flashed and displayed the star map of the Gothic Sector.
As the real host of this pre-war mobilization meeting, little Calvin had already picked up the laser pointer in his hand and stood in front of the giant sand table in the center of the hall!
"As you can see, the structure of the Gothic sector is very complex, and it is also a super-large sector in the entire empire!"
Little Calvin pointed his finger to the center of the sand table, where the star map was constantly zooming in, showing the specific composition of the Gothic Sector.
In the huge rectangular dotted line, several galaxies with the Gothic capital planet world as the center of gravity surround it layer by layer.
Among the hundreds of planets of different sizes in these galaxies, the three forging worlds arranged in a Z-shaped pattern are particularly eye-catching!
As if to confirm everyone's thoughts, little Calvin's words also sounded at this time:
"Goth, Mezoa, and Pendex, these three forging worlds are the core of the entire Gothic sector and the three most critical strategic pivots.
I believe that the defense here can deal with incoming enemies at any time, even..."
Little Calvin looked at the original body and continued after receiving a affirmative look:
"Even the two Chaos Legions we encountered before, it would be difficult to take them down by force in a short time!"
"So! I assume! While these three forging worlds have not been lost, the plan our fleet should make in the near days..."
A series of highlighted targets were displayed on the sand table following Little Calvin's words.
After everyone looked carefully, they discovered that these were Pendex, which was closest to Farr, and several key fortresses between it and Gothic and even Mezoa.
"Our contact with the Goths has been cut off for months...and if these forge worlds have not yet fallen, then the problem must be the Astropath relays at these key nodes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And if... they fall, then when the fleet arrives at the Bravos defense station outside Pendex, we should also be able to hear the sound from the direction of Goth.
Astropath's lowest voice!"
Little Calvin put down the indicator in his hand, turned to look at the original body, and then looked at everyone.
His concluding remarks:
"The criteria for judging the target are already in place. The three entry points are not fixed. There are three directions that our fleet can choose.
First, directly cross the Rock of Ghana star cluster and reach the outskirts of Pandex;
The second is via Geiserman, the world of death, approaching Mezoa;
Third, cross the no man’s land…and reach Goth!”
Little Calvin's voice still echoed in the hall, and the admirals in the crowd had already started discussing.
Each of the three paths has its own advantages and disadvantages, and the risks and benefits are also different.
Admirals are good at thinking about fleet warfare. If they think about it, they will definitely choose the first option.
Arriving at Pandex is the simplest idea. With Farr as support, they can advance, attack, retreat or defend without risking being attacked from both front and rear.
But the consequence of this is that if the Forge World is really lost, as the only supporting force, there is a great possibility that they will be blocked by the enemy on the battlefield of Pandex.
Moreover, the person speaking here is not the Imperial Navy, and of course they know this.
Considering the position of the Tribunal, they would not care about their own casualties, nor would they care about the losses of the Imperial Navy;
For these people in the Tribunal, perhaps entering the Gothic mainland is the best choice.
And most importantly, the attitude of those Astartes warriors is probably no different from that of the Inquisition.
what to do?
Everyone's eyes were subtly exchanging, and fearing Calvin's attitude, no one dared to speak first.
The position of the Adeptus Mechanicus here is undoubtedly that of the Primarch himself.
The generals of the Astra Militarum showed unexpected hesitation when they should have unconditionally supported the naval generals.
Yes, the generals of the Imperial Navy also knew it, but they were still unwilling to admit it.
When a Primarch appears on the battlefield, even without saying a word, his will will break all established chains of interests.
In previous cross-sector wars, the Astra Militarum relied on the Imperial Navy for tactical deployment and transfer, and had to agree with the latter's position on a considerable amount of the right to speak.
But today is no better than before!
When an Emperor's Son appears here, the Imperial Navy's little calculations may no longer work...
"Quiet!" Vasilev finally made up his mind to stop this embarrassing torture.
These people clearly know that there is only one and only one sound here, but when it comes to their own interests, they still cannot avoid their own calculations!
Are they stupid? No, they are not.
But are they smart? Of course not!
Vasilev's voice made the admirals who were whispering around them stop their confusion.
And it was only at this time that they realized belatedly that everyone in the silver hall had become subtly separated from their queue at some point.
"Quiet!" Vasilev repeated again, and then laboriously adjusted his clothes.
Vice Admiral Cobb behind him pushed his heavy body out from the front of the crowd.
"Sir, we are waiting for your order!" Vasilev whispered, while everyone behind him bowed his head and remained silent.
In the silver hall that suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at the original body.
The giant sitting high on the throne seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
What was he thinking? This is probably what the soldiers of the Imperial Navy want to know most.
But no one knew what the original body was thinking, and no one dared to interrupt his train of thought at this time.
In the silent silver hall, except for the breathing of everyone, one could hear the drop of a needle for a while;
The artificial sunlight above the head and the faint sound of hymns coming from the distance make this scene particularly solemn.
Calvin is waiting!
Waiting for the Bell of Erebus lurking in his soul to make its first appearance after completing its transformation!
But this change can only be traced back to a few days ago.
Calvin, who had just left the Spirit of Vengeance, instinctively noticed something strange in his body. When he noticed the secret of the inscription, he also felt the strange movement of the Bell of Erebus in his soul!
This is the Bell of Erebus!
From the beginning on the space hulk, among the three basic structures that constitute Hyperion's protection, it is the only one that has never really revealed its function!
Selene's gauze guard is the main part of the armor;
Although the function of Helios' rope is unknown, it at least has an energy transmission function in addition to controlling the machinery.
Only this Bell of Erebus!
Only it does not reflect any value in line with its core components except for the basic perception function!
At that time, Calvin stood in his residence, watching quietly, waiting for the transformation of the Bell of Erebus.
And in his eyes, on the three-dimensional scale filled with bright and mysterious starlight, five hands of different colors but pointing to different points were producing corresponding movements due to the expansion of Calvin's divine soul.
Variety!
In the Battle of Moro, Calvin understood the meaning of the red pointer because of the fate of the gods themselves during the battle with the demonic primarch Lorgar.
That red pointer, before the power of the gods was about to come to reality, changed drastically in Calvin's eyes!
After Calvin learned the secret of the inscription, he also understood the meaning of the pointer.
It represents the lock on him by the power of the gods, and at the conceptual level, the more concrete explanation of this lock is that it is the conceptual fulcrum that constitutes his power, and the progress schedule that is being disintegrated and captured.
What about the other four pointers?
The silver pointer has never wavered. From the moment Calvin saw it, it has been firmly locked on him.
Although he didn't know its meaning, he temporarily understood it as his positioning.
As for the remaining three hands, he was really at a loss and had no clue.
Calvin originally thought that this secret would be kept until one day, he accidentally triggered a certain condition of the Orebos Bell.
But what he didn't expect was that this day would come so quickly - at the moment Draconion was completely digested, while he felt his soul being replenished by a massive amount of matter, he also felt the energy from Hyperion.
Blessed changes.
And what this change points to is precisely the Bell of Erebus.
The Bell of Erebus is evolving! Growing!
This ultimate creation of the subspace originated from the golden humans, and it also touched the limits of the imagination of the golden humans when it was cast.
Although none of them can reach the depth that Calvin is now, these crazy humans still rely on their own imagination to set aside variables for this huge device that even they cannot control!
And it was this reserved variable that allowed Calvin's divine soul to grow, and also took the Bell of Erebus in an unknown direction!
A few days passed, and this slow transformation was still not completed. It was not until Corax left that he waited for the long-lost bell to ring on the way from the chapel to the conference room!