Chapter 171

The sound of heavy hammer-like footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the medical department.

Getting closer, getting closer, and just when Elvis thought he could not escape this disaster, his footsteps stopped at the door of the hall, and then turned around and left while wandering aimlessly, getting further and further away.

Those are the steps unique to the Terminator's power armor.

Elvis knew exactly who this sound belonged to, and the heavy weight of the Terminator struck both the cold rolled steel floor and Elvis's heart.

There isn't much time left for him.

He watched numbly as the healing function of the power armor automatically activated in the eyepiece, and the servo instrument was still trying to save his life.

But what's the use?

This level of damage has exceeded the limit of the Astartes' self-healing ability. It also naturally goes beyond the scope of functions within the power armor that are limited to emergency treatment.

Without surgical treatment, death is only a matter of time.

From the chest to the abdomen, the edges of the huge wound caused by the chain sword curled ferociously.

The self-sealing blood vessels stopped the blood loss, but the exposed organs and the constantly leaking yellow tissue fluid still reminded Elvis that the high fever caused by the infection was coming soon, and the hypothermic organs were about to fail - death, Right before your eyes.

The irrational servo was still working relentlessly. Elvis was about to stop its work, but the stinging sound on his thighs caused by the buzzing sound made him groan... That was power armor. The medicine stored inside was released, and adrenaline and anesthetic were mixed together and injected into his bloodstream.

This is already the ninth time, and the fifteen potions stored in the power armor have been exhausted.

As the heart and abdomen pumped, the anesthetic began to take effect within a dozen breaths, and the pain began to subside.

The wound-healing substance that was secreted and filled spontaneously adhered to the skin on both sides and gave him a strange foreign body feeling, which also brought his attention back to reality:

All the brothers in the battle group had been slaughtered by that man, and as that man's own mutation became more and more serious, his consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes confused.

Elvis, who was lucky enough to escape from the chainsword, escaped with great difficulty to the hiding place of his usual workplace, clinging on for dear life.

But there is no next time, that person will find here sooner or later. Elvis knew that the next time these footsteps came here, it would be his death.

He did not choose to escape because he did not know the reason for living; but he also did not commit suicide because it was not in line with their spiritual creed.

There is unwillingness to die; there is no reason to live. This is where Elvis is now.

He even regretted his escape just now. Maybe it was a relief to die under that man's sword at that time... Leaving the corridor in the middle of the battleship, Calvin walked all the way through the weapons array room and the forward flight deck.

As we walked along, the cabins on both sides of the corridor were eerily quiet.

The ammunition in the cabin was packed and arranged neatly, and correspondingly, the bodies of the gunnery officers who committed suicide by drinking bullets were as neat as their military appearance in life.

Calvin silently accelerated his pace. Now that this thorough cleaning has begun, if he comes later, there may be nothing left for him... "Rush! Charge forward! Where is Sandra? ? Dead or not! If not, follow the pharmacist!"

After the pain from the wound subsided, Elvis' consciousness fell into a trance, and memories of previous missions flooded into his mind.

Under the sky shrouded by cumulonimbus clouds and haze, he was still in a trance on those battlefields running with his comrades on the land after the baptism of artillery fire.

Brother Chapman fell as one of the Baneblade's heavy cannons exploded beneath his feet.

At least three shrapnels hit his power armor, two pierced his heart and lungs, and the largest one passed under his chest armor, cutting his burly body into two pieces.

Elvis struggled to control his emotions and knelt down in front of Chapman, who was still conscious.

He and Chapman looked at each other, and they couldn't see each other's expressions through the helmet's eyepieces, but in the silent communication, they confirmed that each other understood the procedure at this time.

"I dedicate myself to the sacred and great Emperor."

"We are born for holy war."

"I will die for it."

"Witnessed by the Father of Divine Genes."

"Until death without regrets..."

"..." Elvis, who didn't wait for a response, raised his head and saw Chapman's dead body.

Buzz! The mechanical arm installed on the power backpack reached forward, and the demolition drill equipped at the end penetrated through the neck armor, and took out his first gene seed from the storage gland, and then the second one below the chest.

After taking one last look at his dead comrades, Elvis raised his head and made eye contact with the figure wearing the Terminator.

That person at that time was so enthusiastic! Elvis could see that underneath that resolute face was the same sadness as himself.

The artillery fire continued and the rebellion had to be quelled.

After packing up the equipment, Elvis took one last look at the figure and the flaming eagle flag in the hands of the flag officer behind him, then turned his head and charged forward following the footsteps of the troops... "Elvis! Are you there? Yeah! You're right here!"

boom!

The door to the medical room was instantly broken open by violence, and the loud noise awakened Elvis from his memories.

"Come out! Elvis my brother! Join me in meeting our demise!"

The Terminator's footsteps roamed blindly in the hall, and the equipment and steel frames along the way were shattered and flying like pieces of paper under the violent destruction.

Elvis stood up silently. The footsteps in the hall separated by the wall were getting closer and closer, and he could even hear the scream of the chainsword stained with his brother's blood.

The pistol at his waist had long been lost, and only a melt grenade that had been prepared was gently pinched by a steel glove and silently removed from the magnetically attached armed belt.

It's about time, Elvis thought.

It's time to bring this tragedy to a dignified end. He opened the door of the secret room and walked out, looking at the man who had led him and the other brothers of the Chapter since the founding of the Chapter, the brother they had always respected and loved - the number one of the Fire Eagle Chapter. Ren, who will also be the last chapter leader Gabriel, said:

"I am, my dear brother, I am here."

The tall figure in the hall stopped, and then suddenly turned his head.

This figure, who in Elvis's eyes was now burning with fire all over his body and with his own soul burning in his eyes, smiled sickly after seeing Elvis.

Reason rarely returned from his eyes, and Elvis could even hear the long-lost, friendly voice saying from his mouth:

"Come, my brother, the brothers in front are waiting for us. Let us welcome the doomsday together, the doomsday that belongs only to us..." Calvin's footsteps are getting faster and faster. He has confirmed that there are almost no survivors on the ship and he does not need to worry. Hide your figure.

He walked all the way through the living area in front of the engine room, and then walked straight to the bridge above.

After passing through the door of the bridge vestibule, there was nothing but corpses inside the empty bridge.

Calvin still found nothing and could only search downwards.

The auditorium, the training hall, the weapon maintenance room... Along the way, Calvin almost gave up.

It wasn't until he heard a faint sound when passing the medical floor that he stopped and walked deeper into the medical department. Finally, he saw the two people who were planning to die together.

"Uh, pardon me. What happened here?" The unfamiliar voice stopped the two Astartes who were about to die, and turned to look at the white figure at the door at the same time.

"Who are you?" Elvis asked in surprise. The Chapter Leader in front of him reacted even more fiercely. When he discovered that the secret of his Chapter had been discovered, he returned to a furious state. The tall figure wrapped in Terminator power armor rushed in the direction of Calvin.

The chain sword was activated at the highest gear, the rapidly rotating saw teeth were raised high amidst the fierce buzzing, and an angry roar came from Gabriel's irrational body!

"No matter who you are! Go to hell!"

Elvis did not stop Gabriel's movement. In his opinion, this silver-haired mortal had nothing special except his tall body.

From the moment he recklessly entered this mobile monastery, he should have paid the price for the transgression brought about by his curiosity.

It is true that the Astartes are loyal to the Imperium, and true to their duty to protect mortals. But this is by no means a specific protection for a certain mortal, not to mention that he already knows the secrets of the war group.

But what happened next exceeded Elvis' expectations. Not to mention that the silver-haired mortal was not killed by Gabriel's chain sword. He could even see the silver-haired mortal walking around the chain sword with ease. In the storm.

"I think we can talk."

Calvin was moving around and said to Elvis in the distance.

Gabriel in front of him was irredeemable. This was something he knew very well after seeing the flames on his body.

But Elvis was different. From the first moment he saw the iconic white power armor on Elvis, he knew that this man was of great value to him!

The Chapter may indeed be irredeemable, but the Emperor's wealth must not be squandered.

Pure technical arms are valuable assets in any battle group, not to mention the existence of the core technical arm that represents the continuation of the battle group - pharmacists.

Elvis must be protected!

With his joining, Calvin's plan will be completely different!

"I think we can talk about... about some other meanings that can keep you alive besides fighting for the battle group."

Calvin said to Elvis, his body dodging violently like a white ghost. While Gabriel waved the chain sword even more angrily, his steady voice continued to communicate with Elvis. .

"What are you talking about? People who hide their heads and show their tails!"

Seeing that Gabriel could not defeat Calvin alone, Elvis looked around for a suitable weapon.

As the last survivors of the war group, he and Gabriel may be destined to die inevitably.

But for the sake of the honor of the battle group, this unexpected person must also be cleared away. But what the white figure said next made him rarely stop what he was doing.

"As the Emperor's property, are you willing to serve another chapter that is also under the Emperor's throne?" Calvin said.

The suffocating attack lasted for more than ten seconds. Even the Astartes faced the risk of running out of physical strength under the high-intensity martial arts.

Taking advantage of the slight slowdown in the attack of the chain sword in Gabriel's hand, Calvin, who no longer wanted to be entangled, suddenly took a few steps back and got out of the opponent's attack range.

At this time, Gabriel also regained consciousness from his fanaticism, stopped in place while panting violently, and looked in the direction of Calvin with a complex expression.

It was also at this time that Elvis, who finally noticed something strange, gritted his teeth and asked Calvin.

"who are you!"

"Who am I?" Calvin looked at the two people in front of him, knowing that the last chance to persuade Elvis had arrived.

If he misses this opportunity, he may end up with only two useless corpses.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy began to overflow from his body, and the soul bound by the power of time in the spiritual world began to disintegrate inch by inch as he broke free.

When the power of space and time could no longer completely contain his soul, his unique aura belonging to the original gene finally filled the entire space with the dissipation of spiritual energy.

"Gene...the original body?"

The two Astartes, who were not of Calvin's blood, but who also felt the instinctive trembling from the genetic level, said in disbelief.

"This is impossible!" Elvis, who had gained complete knowledge about the cultivation of gene seeds, said in a voiceless voice.

This is not the origin of any legion within his knowledge!

Nor did it match any of the characteristics of the Primarch in the imperial genetic map and official information he knew!

Not the Primarch of the Rebellion! Not a loyal Primarch!

Not an Ultramarine! Not the Iron Hands! Not the Imperial Fists!

Not even the father of the Legion's genes that he had always suspected, the two Legion Masters who disappeared in time!

Sensory feedback and cognitive judgment were fighting fiercely in the minds of Elvis and Gabriel. Their understanding of the empire and the figure in front of them made them unable to deny history or reality.

"who are you?"

Gabriel's sanity was on the verge of collapse again, but Calvin's aura firmly suppressed the mutation in his blood.

Dark red blood flowed from the corners of Gabriel's mouth, and the flames on the soul level receded from his body, but on the physical level, his body temperature was rising sharply.

This is Calvin's own power of order correcting Gabriel's genetic expression, and it is also the power of redemption trying to reverse the cruel consequences of this seed mutation.

But it was still too late. Elvis's mutation was still in its early stages and could still be saved; but Gabriel's genetic mutation had already spread throughout his body like spreading cancer cells.

To correct and destroy these would be to destroy Gabriel's existence.

His cells were dying in large swaths, and the organs in his body that were already on the verge of collapse could no longer withstand more impacts, and began to fail one after another due to the death of cells.

"In the name of the Emperor, I am the twenty-first Primarch. Arbiter of the Order of the Hammer, Gray Knight - Calvin."

These were the last words Gabriel, the former leader of the Fire Eagle Chapter, heard before he fell into coma.

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