Chapter 335 Placement and communication.

Chapter 335 Placement and communication.

"Well done! New Silver Blade!"

After the dust settled, Grand Master Urdas stretched out his hands and shook hands with Calvin on the opposite side.

If you ignore the sparks and creaking ceramic steel gauntlets, you would almost think that this is a compliment.

But Calvin couldn't resist yet, after all, both the soldiers behind him and the onlookers of the Inquisition were not far away. He could only stand there with a smile, and use his own strength to bear the anger of the veteran without making a sound.

"Don't, just call me Calvin. This is just a coincidence, there won't be a next time." Calvin assured Urdas.

"Hehe... it's better to be so." Urdas muttered angrily, but still shifted the topic to normal work.

"How long can you stay?" The veteran asked Calvin.

"Not long, Terra is waiting anxiously. I mainly accept some of the previously ordered supplies here, sort out the equipment and leave." Calvin whispered to Urdas.

The latter looked at the honor guards around the Primarch with satisfaction. They were spontaneously opening a defense circle, ignoring the Inquisitor Phaethon's request for help from Urdass's guards, and squeezed the former out to a great distance.

"The training is good! After more than ten years, these young people have finally turned around and have some meaning of a guard."

Thinking of the mistakes they made when recruiting soldiers on Terra, Urdass asked Calvin with a smile.

"Ha, don't mention it. They are also newcomers in this area. They must be given some time to grow, right?" Calvin smiled and shook his head. The days on Terra seemed to be just yesterday.

The mistakes of Gavins and the guards at that time seemed to be right in front of him, vividly remembered.

And the former is now far away in Orpheus, becoming a talent who can stand on his own.

"Oh, by the way, that Sutherland. I mean, did he survive?" Calvin asked curiously.

When mentioning Terra, he had to recall the Sir Sutherland who was fearless in front of him.

The thin and stubborn figure in the rear cabin of the Thunderhawk appeared in front of him again.

"He..." Urdas obviously had an impression of this young man.

"He is very good and excellent. I just don't know if he can still retain his previous memories after this hibernation."

"I understand." With Urdas's affirmation, Calvin had a conclusion to this memory. He was about to talk about some other matters, but Urdas led the topic directly to the core.

"Take these recruits with you. They have been waiting for you for a long time." Urdas advised.

"What about you here? Will the pressure be too great?" Calvin did not agree immediately.

From the perspective of legion construction, he certainly wanted to bring these recruits with him for training.

The training of the legion's warriors is different from that of the traditional Grey Knights. After completing the basic psychic law training here in Urdas, they actually don't need to continue the traditional Grey Knight training;

And whether there is a legion will is also extremely important to the growth of Calvin's sons. Without the information of the former and the underlying genetic stimulation, Calvin's sons will never reach the theoretical growth limit.

"There are still five full-strength squads here, plus the ones you left in Orpheus, it's enough." Urdas explained to Calvin.

With a standard fleet-based squad of 20 people, five squads are enough to dominate and cover a complete war zone, or support five scattered war zones dominated by other forces.

And as the Orpheus direction is gradually pacified, Gavins and his Grey Knights will soon return. Counting them as strategic reserve forces, there are nearly two companies of Grey Knights stationed in this star field.

"That's enough." Calvin affirmed.

This number of garrisons is enough to deal with all other events except for super-large Chaos invasions.

Even if there is a super-large Chaos invasion, this force can delay for a while to wait for the arrival of support.

"Then do it this way, you just need to let the fleet rest. When these new recruits wake up from hibernation, you can lead the team away." The old soldier made a prompt decision and settled the matter.

"Okay, I'll revise the schedule." Calvin nodded and agreed to this.

Calvin was in an important position at this time, and he also had special significance to the Legion. In order to avoid Chaos's assassination, his actions were naturally highly confidential.

But no matter how careful he was, the Grand Master of the Shaper of the Guards in front of him was definitely not his target of defense.

After talking with the veteran about the source of soldiers, Calvin finally looked at Inquisitor Phaethon, who had never left the guard circle.

"The Demon Tribunal, High Inquisitor Phaethon, salutes you! Your Excellency, the Supreme Lord Inquisitor."

Seeing Calvin's gaze towards her, the Inquisitor leaned over to perform the Sky Eagle Salute and introduced himself loudly.

"Oh?"

Calvin's thoughts moved, and the guards who were originally blocking the Inquisitor silently retreated to both sides.

Phaethon looked up and saw the face of the Primarch, who looked down at her with a smile because of her biased interpretation of the title.

When addressing him, the other party neither added the prefix of the Imperial Senate before his name nor followed his position as the Grey Knight and the Grand Master of the Silver Blade.

This selective address itself has rich meanings and a clear position.

"And salute you, loyal servant of the throne."

Calvin's voice was steady, as if he didn't hear the intention of her title. But in this case, no denial is admission.

Another member of the Transformation Sect? A thread formed in Calvin's mind, thinking about the communication hidden beneath the conversation between the two.

The latter's name for Calvin actually represented the thoughts of quite a few people in the Inquisition.

Most of the Inquisitors of this faction come from the Storm Sector and are Calvin's colleagues and subordinates in the Battle of Orpheus.

It was during this battle that they noticed Calvin's characteristics and his extremely special status in the Holy Hammer Order.

(The original body's height is iconic, and its influence on the Chapter in the cultivation of gene seeds is also irreplaceable.

The Inquisition had already suspected Calvin from the speed of his rise and frequent contacts with Mars during such a long period of time.

But the appearance of this Primarch is really too bizarre. Until the Emperor and the Throne Chamber officially recognize it, they have no room for intervention other than to wait and see what happens.

And the Inquisition is also willing to accept the existing reality. After all, the rise of Calvin strengthens the power of the Holy Hammer Order, and the Gray Knights and the Holy Hammer Order are themselves part of the Inquisition. )

In the context of the Antarctic Charter Conference, Calvin had just become High Lord at that time.

These judges were also the first batch of members of the tribunal to gather under Calvin in response to internal edicts.

The Battle of Orps and even the subsequent War to Recapture the Hassan Sector were undoubtedly the best windows for the Order of the Hammer to showcase Calvin to the outside world.

It was during this period that the local factions of the Inquisition in the Stormwind Star Territory had enough time to observe and participate in Calvin's work, and thus had enough understanding of him and the strange and mysterious Holy Hammer Order behind him. and strategic mutual trust.

Calvin's attitude towards mortal politics and his ability to learn, as well as his toughness and determination to take on responsibilities, made the Inquisition realize that he was a rare alternative among the Astartes.

And the Gray Knight's incorruptible qualities, which took nearly ten thousand years to build, also made their hearts beat.

Yes, in the lonely journey of fighting Chaos, in an environment where everyone around you may fall.

The most basic education that every judge receives is to doubt everything.

Doubt your subordinates, doubt your colleagues, doubt your superiors, and doubt your comrades;

No one is trustworthy, and everyone can fall.

They were isolated in this suspicion and formed temporary or permanent factions according to different purposes.

The warrior associations of the Astartes are not enough to describe the complexity of this structure, and the game Werewolf handed down from ancient Terra also pales in front of their complex multiple identities.

Don't they want someone they can trust absolutely?

"Uh..." Huge pressure came instantly. Phaethon, who witnessed the essence of human genetic technology, gritted his teeth and survived the war initiated by the bottom of his body.

She walked away from the edge of sanity collapse, but after regaining her consciousness, she became more convinced of the vague speculation in her heart.

"What do you want, sir?" Calvin asked.

"Nothing, I just want to pay tribute to you on behalf of all colleagues of the Inquisition on Titan II." Phaethon replied.

The two of them unanimously used the ancient Gothic language, and it seemed that the conversation was not an ordinary conversation, but an audience with the monarch.

"Nothing, just retreat."

"I will obey the order."

Judge Phaethon finished the original eagle salute and turned to leave without saying anything more.

Calvin and Urdas looked at each other without any communication.

Amid the flow of busy servitors carrying the sleeping Son of Calvin, two giants made of steel stood on the pale plain against the cold wind.

That tall and heavy body remained motionless, as if until the end of time...

Update, take another leave.

I don’t want to lower the quality, I’ve been through a bit too much, and my heart can’t bear it, so I’ll update it later tonight.