Chapter 112 Talking and laughing with a blacksmith
Deep in the quiet subspace, the Revenant Redeemer is still driving quietly against the dark background.
There are very few people on board the ship after entering subspace. Most of them enter a specific state of sleep during non-duty hours. This is an effective way for mortals to deal with the chaotic sense of time and space when navigating in subspace. Way.
Calvin sat in the equipment room of his dormitory, carefully maintaining his armor and weapons.
The shoulder armor part of the finely crafted Terminator power armor has been disassembled at this time, and the one-inch-thick ceramic steel and fine gold composite metal shoulder armor is being carefully wiped in his hands.
There wasn't much dust on the shoulder armor. After Calvin's cleaning, the outside of the entire metal structure was extremely clean. The three-dimensional reliefs and holy scriptures made of fine gold on the edges were warm and bright under the wiping of holy oil.
This is a ritualistic job that he rarely leaves to slave laborers to complete. Because during the quiet maintenance process, Calvin's mind also gained a long-lost tranquility with the wiping action of his hands.
Calvin rarely recited those prayers about the God-Emperor, because in his concept the God-Emperor was never a superior god.
No matter whether the existence that holds his wandering soul today is a god or an existence in other ways, he has always believed that the other person's original intention has never changed.
Their initial encounter and subsequent agreement were also based on each other's high self-identity with the human race.
With such a solid foundation, Calvin has reason to believe that no matter whether it is the God-Emperor or himself, no matter what changes occur in the future journey, the human heart will not change.
Be it gods or humans. There won't be any shift in their stance, that's enough.
There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and Captain Yule of the Silver Blade walked in with Calvin's permission.
After passing through the empty living room, Yule entered the equipment room and saw Calvin sitting in front of the equipment rack.
"You like this armor very much? He looks really good." Yule leaned against the door of the equipment room, and his voice reached Calvin's ears from the direction of the door as he lowered his head and continued working.
Calvin frowned. He didn't like the frivolous tone in which he discussed his armor. In a sense, this was a closer comrade than any of his battle partners.
And making flippant comments about one of his closest comrades in front of a soldier is no different than telling someone in person, "Your wife is awesome."
This was a rash provocation, or a well-prepared temptation.
But Calvin is no longer a young man. His warrior heart has long been forged from two lifetimes and is as firm as steel and as majestic as the deep sea.
Whether it was the experience from being proud to ending in depression in his previous life, or the inhuman training and soul sublimation he received in this life, the irritable and rash part of his soul no longer existed.
Anger is also a valuable asset. It is better to accumulate it silently than to squander it randomly.
This is a truth he has realized as a mature warrior, so he chose to wait and see before taking action against Yule's frivolity.
Calvin did not answer Yule's question, but continued to focus on his work. After carefully wiping and oiling the last disassembled parts, he carefully put them back together.
When all the parts were in place, the power armor that received the activation command softly made a clean and regular buzzing sound.
Calvin knows that regardless of whether the machine soul transformed by the almighty Ohm Messiah really exists in this outstanding work of art, at least for now, the state of the Thinker Servo in the Terminator Power Armor is healthy and happy. enough.
In the quiet equipment room, Calvin, who was dressed in simple linen uniforms, had no unnecessary decorations or embellishments except for the silver-blue dharma ring on his head.
But his existence has not been weakened by this, or in other words, when a 3.15-meter-tall giant looks at you with the vicissitudes and wisdom of a god, he itself is a declaration and manifestation of a miracle.
Or, when such a being looks at you with his unique white-gold eyes in silence, you can already feel the pressure from your soul without any words.
Yule was the first to bear the brunt. Yule said he was a little panicked, but Yule raised his hands to surrender.
"Okay, okay! I apologize for my frivolous words!" The giant at the door raised his hands to show concession.
He laughed and complained about the pressure Calvin put on him:
"I said that today's newcomers are too serious and can't bear a little joke..."
Then he was unable to continue what he was saying under another questioning look from Calvin. Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to change the topic to the topic:
"I heard from Golden that your armor doesn't fit you anymore."
Calvin glared at Yule, he really didn't want to pick up which pot he wanted to pick up. This was the problem he had been troubled by recently.
Even though the foundry sergeants had been reminded by the Grand Masters to note Calvin's growth expectations when they first built this armor, the space left for him in this power armor still couldn't last long.
After all, the concept of margin has a limit. No more is impossible, but it will be at the expense of the synergy of the power armor.
As weapons and tools of war, combat performance is a core standard that cannot be compromised in the eyes of technical sergeants.
Any equipment must have this as its core standard, and power armor is no exception. Therefore, Calvin could only be told by the foundry sergeant when he received his power armor: Under the most optimistic estimate, this power armor can only accompany him for 50 years.
He had such psychological expectations, but in less than ten years, his expensive and specially crafted terminator no longer had any margin.
The hard margin had been used up before he returned to Terra for the first time. If he hadn't opened up the soft structure between the parts as much as possible, the life of this armor would have been even less.
But even if the 10 centimeters of soft structure are added, the total margin of 17 centimeters is no longer available at this time.
Especially for the fingers, the soft conductive structure on the parts at this location is better, but the hard nails, especially the nails, are difficult to deal with.
The one-time casting of all adamantine leaves almost no room for adjustment, and neither the Forge Sergeant on the Supreme Decree nor the Revenant Redeemer can do anything about it.
He could only make do with temporary ceramic steel parts made by the sergeants on the ship.
But temporary things can only be used temporarily. The structure of ceramic steel castings is far less stable than adamantine, not to mention that his original adamantine gauntlets have five complete psychic transmission crystal engravings!
Faced with this level of precision components, the foundry sergeant stationed on the ship had neither materials nor equipment.
In desperation, all Calvin can do is to recognize the reality and recognize it clearly.
And today, Jüle came to the door rashly, and he only talked about his pain. Can Calvin give him a good look?
The Primarch also has a temper! He needs to let this veteran know what it means to be a pain-maker on the training ground! I remember that Calvin also had a resounding title of "War Blacksmith" on Titan!
Thinking of this, Calvin smiled half-heartedly and extended his invitation to Yule.
Ask him to fulfill his obligations as a veteran, a company commander of the Silver Blades who specializes in recruit training, and accompany Calvin on the training ground to find his shortcomings in cold weapon skills.
This smile was definitely not funny. Captain Yule smelled a conspiracy at the first moment. He understood that he had talked nonsense enough, and if he continued, there was a high chance that his life would not be guaranteed.
When the crisis approached, he ignored his current dignity and finally confessed his purpose to Calvin frankly under heavy pressure:
"In the equipment room of the training hall, there are good things that the great instructor brought to you specially before I set off!"
Then, just like before on the bridge, he slipped away.
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