Chapter 149 Return and harvest, quarrels and accidents.

Chapter 149 Return and harvest, quarrels and accidents.

Once he made up his mind to go to Terra, Calvin felt relieved.

His nature is such that no matter how much he struggles, he will only stay at the level of thinking. Once determined, all that's left is the soldier's calmness that doesn't change even when the mountain collapses in front of him.

This is not a short-term goal. He first needs to discuss it with the Grand Master Council, and then the direction of Terra also needs detailed communication.

After all, when to go, how to go, and in what capacity, are all details that cannot be ignored.

As a civilized bearer of rituals and music that has not been interrupted for thousands of years, he has an instinctive understanding of the meaning behind these red tapes.

The most important thing in the country is to sacrifice and serve the army; only the ritual vessels cannot be faked and given to others.

So in what capacity they go to Terra, it actually determines the future status of the Gray Knights Chapter in this empire to a considerable extent.

This is a game between the Grand Masters and Terra, and it is also a manifestation of the influence of the Imperial Guard on the Empire in the post-Emperor era; he only needs to send out his application, and the rest is to wait for the results and the sincerity of the other party. .

Putting this matter aside for the time being, Calvin turned his attention to his own harvest and participation. The benefits of this trip made him quite satisfied:

The souls and emotions of the four great demons and countless demons, as well as the fiery emotional echoes of at least twenty α-level psykers, were all precious treasures that he had not had the chance to obtain in the past few decades.

These external wealth have been digested and separated in his spirit.

Part of the authority has flowed to his crown, which, while strengthening the origin of order, also makes the fire of salvation a little brighter;

As for the soul and emotions, the damage to the soul when crossing the crystal wall has been slightly repaired, and the missing parts of the soul during the journey have also been filled in invisibly.

From a macro perspective, this repair still looks insignificant, but it is undeniably a good start;

On the microscopic level, it was even more obvious. On the "crystal wall" at the door panel level that Calvin had observed during his previous psychic grading, two dim runes were randomly filled and lit up.

General knowledge, this basic ability to understand the world that all intelligent creatures have, on a certain side of his soul, a tiny fragment was repaired and illuminated.

Originally, in Calvin's home world, basic abilities as instinctive as breathing have become unusual in the magical background of this world.

There was light descending from the crown of order, and sporadic silver light fell on the two runes, giving them different powers in this world.

The first unfamiliar abilities will be harvested, Calvin has a feeling.

But this was his first time experiencing this kind of situation, so he didn't know the specific information about what it was and how to use it.

He touched this new rune with great interest, and a strange yet familiar recognition and instinct made him subconsciously close his eyes:

General knowledge, enhanced version of psychic powers. The hand of knowledge.

Calvin's eyes were still closed, but the slightly trembling eyelashes proved his rolling emotions.

The existence of matter in his eyes is no longer dull and flat from this moment on, but has a more three-dimensional meaning.

The steel gauntlet that the fingers touched seemed to have a life of its own; while it had the same cold touch as usual, it also told Calvin its story.

From waiting in the dark in the rocks to being dug out and undergoing a simple initial violent screening;

From being removed from impurities in the hot furnace, to being placed on the hydraulic press platform and undergoing heavy rolling into steel billets;

From being transported on cargo ships to the smoky and never-stop forging world, to being assigned to technical sergeants to undergo heavy hammering and molding, and to the sacred chants chanted loudly by the psychic chanters from beginning to end during the processing. carol……

The cold touch of steel gradually gained its own temperature along the way, or perhaps it had no temperature originally, but after being passed on by these different hands, it was also infected by their emotions at the time...

The touch is still extending, and more materials on the Terminator power armor named "Original Intention" are sensed by Calvin, and a large amount of information and light and shadow retracement are also generated at the same time, playing in his mind.

hiss!

Calvin, who was suddenly hit by a huge amount of memories, couldn't help but cover his head in pain. The long-dormant Ave Maria glands in his mind instinctively started working after being stimulated.

The high-frequency information shunt processing ability was activated, at the cost of a slow but unstoppable rise in the temperature of his brainstem.

The rapidly secreted hormones cause the two hearts to start working faster, and more pumped blood rushes toward the organs in the head direction with nutrients and oxygen.

The ice-blue psychic ring was unconsciously activated, and the sudden drop in temperature caused by the psychic energy above the head also tried to help the subject cool down on the outside.

The fevered brainstem returned to normal, and Calvin, who had recovered from the headache, opened his eyes and stared blankly at his hands, as if he was re-recognizing the world.

Is this memory tracing? Or what is the name registered in the Inquisition for this supposedly rare, innate psychic ability?

"Code 1198, Alpha-level special ability - Reader..." He murmured.

This is an extremely rare ability, and among the psykers recorded in the Inquisition, there are less than a handful of them.

The earliest recorded record of this ability appears in a clerk of the Fifteenth Legion, the Thousand Sons, during the Great Crusade.

He died while exploring a relic, reading a certain warp product.

In the records after that, only a female judge named Ligeia had this ability in the battle to prevent the great demon named "Gagatulos" from returning to the universe.

Her cause of death was similar to the former. She was also on the road to the true name of "Gagatulos", and her soul was taken away by the offspring of the Lord of Change.

But fortunately, she completed her mission and told the Grey Knights around her the true name of the demon before the final moment. And this was the key to victory in that war.

This is undoubtedly a powerful force, but it is also a costly force;

This is a force that only the brave can use, and it is also a force full of sacrifice.

Especially when a mere mortal body tries to peek into the secrets of gods and demons.

This is Calvin's judgment on this ability after synthesizing the final fate of its previous owners.

What about the second one?

Calvin took a deep breath and looked at another rune.

Wildness, the memory of ancient times hidden in human genes.

In the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, humans can only rely on their animal nature to preserve the fire of race continuation.

Calvin stretched out his spiritual tentacles again, and the unexpected feedback made his eyebrows slightly raised.

Wildness - execution ceremony, the hunting instinct is more widely interpreted in the hands of the Chaos Gods, and the execution of enemies can also please the gods and get feedback:

Execute your enemies! Then get more power (physical strength) from the Blood God!

But after the transformation of order, its effect is the same, and its internal principles have long been very different:

Execute your enemies! The power of order will show a generous side to the demise of any chaos!

The order version of fighting to support war? Calvin was a little surprised.

This ability is rare, or it is rare in the human empire. It is estimated that the children of the Lord of War have more or less similar abilities.

So is this the harvest this time?

Calvin's mind flashed through the figures of the Lord of Khorne and the Great Demon of Tzeentch, and he had some vague ideas about his new source of power.

As for why the remaining Great Demons of the Lord of Desire and the Lord of Life did not have corresponding gains, Calvin could also understand from their attitude of paddling throughout the whole process - enemies with too weak strength are also stingy with gains?

The runes in the spiritual world are still flickering with breathing, but Calvin, who has long been withdrawn and returned to reality, has a dim and uncertain look in his eyes.

This is the first time he has lit up these runes since he came to this world for so long.

And these easily obtained powers and the way they are obtained make him doubt his own existence.

What is the difference between him and those Chaos Gods who do this?

Or in essence, his self-completeness also requires the sacrifice of life to complete it?

Then where is his justice? What is the necessity of his existence?

Who am I, where am I, what should I do? This kind of clichéd philosophical speculation appeared in his mind and lingered for a long time.

You must give yourself a bottom line!

Otherwise, he will not be able to find his anchor as a human being in the acquisition of this kind of power!

You must have your own goals!

Only then can he prove that he is different from those dirty subspace products!

And does he have these?

He has!

Calvin once again re-examined his existence and recalled the content of the original agreement:

Am I a human?

Yes!

Am I still willing to keep my humanity and only point the sharp blade in my hand at the enemy of humanity?

I do!

Am I willing to fight to defend humanity? I do!

Calvin raised his head, and his eyes were no longer confused. A firm will appeared in his eyes again.

He understood that he might be far from the universal human in this life, and it would be farther and farther.

But as long as he is still willing to recognize his existence, as long as he is still willing to fight for humanity, then what is he, is it important?

He understood his existence and knew his value.

If someone must sacrifice, why can't it be him; if someone must defend humanity at the cost of giving up his own humanity, why can't it be him!

So I always wish, but I dare not ask you!

He was trembling with excitement, and the clarity and openness in his heart once again made him want to declare his ideas and visions to others.

While he was still in this inexplicable feeling of being touched, Captain Tiberus arrived at the door of the dormitory. He frowned and looked at Calvin in the room and said: "Emperor's blessing! Am I here at a bad time? The envoys of the Imperial Guard have left, and we should set off. Everyone on the bridge is waiting for you to have a meeting!" "Fuck! How many times has this happened? If I don't remember to close the door, I'm a dog!" "Dog? I remember that native species of ancient Terra, but it has been extinct for many years, right? Does this metaphor have any special meaning?" "…………" Calvin followed Tiberus who was passing by with a stern face and walked towards the bridge. The two tall figures who were walking farther and farther away slowly disappeared in the corridor... "I oppose the opinion of large-scale replacement of ships! This is a huge waste of imperial property!" Bishop Klein expressed her will in a restrained tone.

In the silent eyes of Jin and other forbidden troops, this post-war summary meeting, which lasted for three days after the Redeemer of the Souls sailed into the subspace, was full of gunpowder from the beginning.

"I still stand by my opinion. The existing cruiser force projection equipment has reached its limit and can no longer meet our needs." Galvin said.

This is also his biggest feeling about this battle. The single delivery limit of a mere 30,000 troops is the culprit of the heavy damage to the mortal troops in this battle!

With just this small amount of troops, how could it be possible to stop the legion-level demon tide!

If it weren't for the unexpected psychic Titan found later, Calvin would have had no choice but to abandon all the mortal legions, destroy the energy in the webway, and then choose to walk away.

The war cannot be fought like this!

No matter how big a family fortune is, it cannot withstand such a defeat!

Even if you don't care about manpower, what about so many weapons and equipment?

Just saying that the overall situation is the most important thing, why don’t you give up on everything?

Calvin could accept huge casualties and the high cost of purification afterwards.

But he couldn't do it without giving up completely without thinking!

"Bullshit!" Calvin hummed in the language of his previous life. Although they didn't understand what he meant, everyone present knew that it was not a good thing.

"In fact, it is not necessary to change the clothes. Renovation is also a good choice."

Tabers put forward his opinion when the two were in a deadlock.

He understood that both of them had their own opinions, and that their goals were for the development of the entire Chapter.

In Tabers' eyes, the two people's decades of getting along cannot be said to be a perfect understanding, but they can definitely be said to complement each other.

Moreover, even if they don't get along well, in such a wide-ranging matter, being right on the issue and not on the person is the basic quality of a decision-maker.

"But the deck modification on the side of the spacecraft must be at the expense of the number of weapon arrays! What if the naval battle firepower is not enough?"

Mechanical Bishop Klein and Calvin thought together and unanimously refuted Tabos's opinion.

But after realizing their mutual agreement, the two gave each other a hard look.

"If transformation doesn't work, what about increasing the size of the fleet?"

Seeing that Tabers's opinion was rejected by both parties, Gavins remained silent and tried to solve the problem.

"We don't have that many crew members!" This time it was Tabers who denied it. As a member of the second company, he knew the situation of his fleet very well.

"Before the recruitment effect brought by gene seeds appears, our captain selection can only maintain the current scale."

"Gene seed?"

Everyone muttered this word, and then focused their attention on Calvin. The confidentiality level of this information was too high, and everyone present had only a partial understanding of it. Only half of the senior leaders of the war group knew the specific situation.

The latter smiled bitterly amidst everyone's expectations:

"The cycle of transformation surgery is difficult to shorten. Everyone's situation is different. Not everyone can take the path I did. It will still be five years after the gene seeds from Mars come back, but it will take at least ten years before the first batch of recruits serve in the company. Later..." "Tsk!" This was everyone's disappointed reaction to his answer.

When everyone was deadlocked on this issue and could not continue, the navigator below the bridge sent them a message:

After receiving the latest call for help from the Demonic Tribunal, there is a threat of Chaos pollution nearby and is about to be generated!

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