Chapter 139: The War in the Gothic Starry Sky (21) Internal Troubles Emerge, Mortarions Backhand
"It's not that easy!"
In the unspeakable distortion of time and space, Calvin opened his eyes in the real world. The war between the civil war ships in the Gothic system was still burning, and Mortarion's final unwillingness was still vivid in his mind.
True to its word, it's certainly not that easy.
But it cannot be denied that "reincarnation from death, from reality to reality" is the most difficult first step in everything.
Since Calvin was able to fish out Gallo's soul reflection from history, the only thing left to do is actually simple, which is to find a body for him to rely on.
"The flesh..." Calvin rubbed his chin.
The production of pure flesh is not difficult. Terra's technical reserves and the genetic sages of Mars can do it.
There are even knowledge equipment belonging to the Old Night that the First Legion collected from the world they recovered during the Great Crusade era;
And finally, the various factions of the Inquisition in the post-Emperor era have all kinds of weird things from aliens or other even more unspeakable places.
In short, purely from the perspective of physical cultivation, although the technology possessed by the empire is scattered, but in a more realistic way, the richness of its technical routes is probably enough to make anyone stunned.
The technology of the Astartes in this era, that is, because it was personally led and developed by the Emperor, can bring together the largest number of people and resources on Terra and even the Empire.
Therefore, among all technical routes, it is famous for its sufficient stability and universality for large-scale manufacturing.
If we really want to talk about absolute strength and theoretical upper limit, then this technology is actually not the best choice.
In particular, what Calvin wants is a Gray Knight version of Gallo! A quasi-psyker who possesses Gallo's will and can be accepted by the legion's will at the same time!
A hero who once challenged the Corrupted Primarch head-on and was able to defeat him and drive him away!
This kind of record is enough for Calvin to arrange the best technology of the Tribunal for him! He wants this hero with epic achievements to become a banner in his legion after his rebirth!
"Then it's not a good choice." Calvin rubbed his chin, remembering some information he had seen in the Antarctic Archives.
Luna Cult?
It's a pity that their last technical foundation has been destroyed by Alpha. Today's Luna Sect doesn't even know its own origins, and there is no need for communication and cooperation.
Caliban?
Lion Lion's First Legion was indeed responsible for the transfer of Old Night technology during the era of the Great Crusade under the Emperor's fear of the Forge World.
Their supporting gene seed technology is a rare independent system in the empire that does not rely on the forging world. But Calvin also has many reasons that prevent him from actively proposing cooperation.
First, their position is questionable.
Lane's whereabouts are still unknown, and within the Inquisition, ever since the four members of the first generation were authorized by the Seal Master, they have been secretly afraid of the First Legion that now controls Caliban.
Even in some ancient documents whose origins cannot be verified, there are some violent remarks that "the current Caliban is controlled by the rebels in the Great Crusade."
Although these data cannot prove certain facts, without exception, they will clearly exclude the First Legion after losing the Lion King from the core circle of trust of the empire.
Correspondingly, these seraphs who once belonged to the Lion King had extremely secretive whereabouts that they never officially communicated with Terra for thousands of years in the post-Emperor era.
They are not worthy of trust, at least not for the time being - this is Calvin's conclusion about today's Caliban.
As for the second article.
"Uh..." Calvin, who felt some kind of malice inexplicably, shuddered and decided not to continue with this idea.
And just when he was about to find another way to successfully land the biggest prize of his trip, an alarm from inside the Gothic Galaxy once again made him frown.
"Sura's team lost contact and Padilla disappeared; the state religion experienced large-scale subspace fluctuations in the middle level of the central hive of Gothic mainland."
Calvin looked at the representative of the Imperial Fists in front of him. Under his seemingly calm expression, the latter felt almost suffocating pressure!
That was a horror that could only be detected by the Astartes' superhuman senses. It was also the aura of the original body who had just had a fight with Mortarion in "Marx" and was still in a tense state after returning to reality!
Before this, the Sons of Dorn, despite their primordial identity and the miracle of the existence of the demigods themselves, without exception showed a ceremonial reverence for the primordial body of the Gray Knights;
But when Calvin really started to have an attack, this Astartes warrior who was lucky enough to witness the wrath of the original body was able to witness the terror of a demigod at close range from the breathing, muscles, and even the metaphysical level closer to the fighting instinct.
!
"The Emperor and Dorne are at your mercy!"
If the Imperial Fist adjutant was hit hard, within a distance of less than ten meters from the Gray Knight's original body, he was almost literally saturated with the psychic aura subconsciously emitted by the former.
At a certain moment, his eyes turned red with Calvin's emotions, and the blood vessels in his brain that were instantly squeezed and the entire muscles tensed instinctively when encountering natural enemies, made him feel overwhelmed at the moment.
Subconsciously pray in your heart!
Sigh...
The emergency device of the power armor was activated, and under the background of active hormone injection, the adjutant of the Imperial Fist, who got a little breather, subconsciously activated the joint lock!
"Being with you is like being with a tiger!"
Suddenly, at this moment, he understood the meaning of this ancient Terran proverb very clearly and thoroughly!
Because on the contrary, ignorance can make you fearless. With superhuman senses, he understands better that the original gene is a far more terrifying existence than the beast!
And this pressure was not directed at him, but only the aftermath of the rebuke from the representative of the local tribunal next to him.
The original body even noticed the strangeness of the Imperial Fist in the next moment, so Calvin began to consciously control his body, and the spiritual aura in his brain that fluctuated with emotions was also deliberately suppressed.
In the eyes of the Imperial Fist adjutant, the pressure that almost made him groan just now disappeared without a trace like an illusion;
But both he and the silent Imperial Guards standing aside knew that the horror of facing life and death was by no means false.
"This is the result of your management..." Calvin's gaze passed over the adjutant of the Imperial Fist and fell on the representative of the Tribunal beside him.
The latter is the direct person in charge of the Tribunal in the Gothic system, and is also the contact person for local intelligence and tasks after the Sulla team launched an operation against the Ecclesiarchy.
At that moment, he also walked between life and death because of Calvin's anger.
Facing the original body's questioning, the senior inquisitor hurriedly put down the psychic stabilizer on his head, and looked at his colleagues around him for help with bloodshot eyes.