Chapter 355 Pursuit
"Secrets are sometimes like a wall, cutting off your thirst for knowledge while also protecting your soul."
This quote comes from a veteran of the Chapter who fought alongside Alan Janus on the battlefields of Orpheus.
It was this Gray Knight who taught Allen a lot about combat in the short time they worked together.
His body is far less powerful than the new generation of Calvin's sons, but the words and deeds of this veteran are still fresh in Allen's memory even after decades or hundreds of years.
"Ignorance also represents purity to a certain extent. Since the original body has not explained it to him, it means that he is not qualified to touch these secrets..."
After clarifying his thoughts, Allen did not hesitate and immersed his spirit into the will of the Legion again. After habitually reviewing all the spiritual links, he carefully conveyed this memory downwards...
+? ? ? +
+This is? +
+I'll go! Dad has something good! Where did it come from? +
+Inquisition, right? In other words, they have been studying some weird things...+
+By the way, is this an alpha captured and dissected? +
+No! I prefer that our people successfully infiltrate Alpha...+
+? Are you joking? my brother! You need to know what it means to infiltrate a legion whose specialty is intelligence! +
+Or maybe one of the Alphas who infiltrated us turned traitor? Anyway, their position has always been a mystery... +
+ Or maybe Dad was once an Alpha? ha! do not hit me! I'm kidding...+
After transferring the information to the information node on the next level, Allen maintained a serious face and listened to the lively discussion in the channel calmly.
Seeing that the topic was getting further and further away from the battle itself, he had to stand up and end the discussion.
+Ahem...be quiet! It is forbidden to discuss non-combat content in the battle channel! If you are allowed to use it, you can use it. Where does so much curiosity come from? Where is your discipline? +
The originally lively communication channel suddenly became quiet again under the suppression of Allen, the eldest brother and commander.
But even if the excitement on the surface was suppressed, in the preparation hall where the Gray Knights gathered, after "experiencing" these memories, the Gray Knights couldn't help but exclaimed with joy when their eyes met with their colleagues in the queue. Facial expressions and whispered conversations to “communicate privately.”
"Do you think there is a possibility..." A certain Gray Knight couldn't help but said to his comrades beside him.
"Everyone is Alpharius!" Another Gray Knight immediately responded, and then the two of them laughed loudly in unison under the servitor's emotionless gaze.
"Me! He! Did he say it! Be quiet!"
Amidst the rare commotion, Alan Janus's roar sounded again in the center of the preparation hall...
In the direction of the bridge, Calvin, who was sitting on the throne in the dome, was currently being watched by the Imperial Guards and the Honor Guard behind him, maintaining a serious expression focused on the naval battle.
The trivial events that occurred in the direction of the preparation hall were all within his perception, and the reaction of the sons of Calvin was also within his expectation.
But when some joking speculation appeared in the channel, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Well, although some of the speculations of these Gray Knights are indeed outrageous, it must be said that sometimes the most unlikely possibility is the closest to the truth.
Just as his origins were known only to the Emperor and the late Grand Master Aidan of the Silver Blade, he was also unable to explain the origins of his memories to others.
Or even if he wants to explain, as a Gray Knight who is on the front line of the subspace battle represented by the Chaos Gods, his origin itself is an extremely important secret, and even his colleagues cannot leak it at all.
From these uploaded memories, Calvin has focused on deleting the parts that might expose him.
But if you are someone who is very familiar with him, you can still draw some inferences from the details...
Okay, don’t think about that anymore. Calvin smiled to himself.
At least this information was only spread within the legion, but Calvin still had enough confidence in the Gray Knights' strict discipline and their strong souls...
+Ready+
"Ready for battle!"
The Gray Knight in the psychic channel arrives at the same time as the voice on the bridge in reality, awakening Calvin from his memory of Alpha.
He raised his head and looked under the throne, meeting the eyes of the commanders who were completing preparations on each deck.
The Relentless Jihad has completed all preparations before the war, and the commanders of the Gray Knights strike cruisers on both sides are also watching from the other side of the screen, waiting for the original body's highest instructions.
it's time.
Calvin sat high on the throne, and the thick anti-subspace armor outside the porthole of the battleship in front of him was slowly being raised.
He looked at the enemy as small as dust in the orbit of the planet ahead, and knew that the time of judgment had arrived.
Under the golden light of the Ophelia star, this demigod shining with silver light stood up in front of all the expectant eyes, pointing the lightning claws representing anger and judgment at the enemy in front:
"Fire! In the name of the Emperor! Destroy these traitors!"
"Fire!" the weapon commander of the Nova Cannon stood next to the intercom and shouted to the gunner. The latter nodded behind the bunker. As the trigger under his feet was heavily stepped on, a violent nuclear flash flashed on the bow of the Endless Jihad. lights up.
boom! boom!
The thick beam of light instantly connected the battleship with the enemy thousands of miles away, drawing a bright trajectory in the galaxy.
On a heavy cruiser on the flank of the Chaos Fleet trying to buy time for the flagship, the ripples of cracked shields and the terrifying sound of the adamantium armor being melted through occurred simultaneously.
"Fire!"
Under the huge double-mounted light spear array, the four weapons commanders in the cabin roared at the same time. The energy supply cable as thick as a human waist heats up instantly, and the air is filled with the static buzz of large-scale energy release.
The heavy cruiser "Bad Lie", which had just had its shield penetrated by the Nova Cannon, had not yet recovered from the devastating blow, and fatal light spear strikes followed one after another.
Eight blazing beams of light plowed through the cruiser's unshielded body. After the dazzling light effect dimmed, the kilometer-long dark red scars on the adamantine armor were shocking.
But what is more deadly than this is that when the molten red light on the battleship armor dims, both the enemy and the enemy can see it, the 100-meter-thick penetrating wound created by the Nova Cannon on the engine room.
"Effective strike! The target is paralyzed!" The weapon commander immediately reported the observed effects of the strike.
"It is judged that the possibility of loss of engine room function is 45%, the possibility of paralysis caused by casualties is 40%, and the possibility of loss of cooling circuit function is 90%."
Father Klein made a judgment on the information received, while Tabers glanced at the summarized information and made the next order:
"Leave the rest to the escort fleet and we will continue."
"Got it!" the weapons commander replied. Also responding at the same time was the commander of the frigate.
The exchange of fire between the two sides continued, and various members of the fleet aimed their fire at other warships.
On both sides of the main fleet battle line, the escort fleet was already moving towards the blind spot of Bad Lie, stretching hundreds of torpedoes into a long fan shape, towards the "Bad Lie" which could only rely on inertia to drift forward. Shoot away.
The few remaining macrocannons of the latter were still firing in the direction of the Imperial fleet. This was probably because the crew on its ships were trying to buy time for the main fleet to escape.
But in the eyes of the commanders on both sides, it was like a member of a wolf pack whose legs were bitten during a battle. It had no sharp teeth, but it had been marked for death in advance.
The Grand Fleet, under the command of Tebos, maintained the battle line and inserted diagonally into the center of the system.
With three times the strength advantage, they had no scruples. Knowing that the enemy was unable to resist, the tactic of maximizing firepower became their first choice.
The Chaos Fleet was much more embarrassed. They tried to break away at the beginning of the battle, but were forced to fight head-on because they missed the best opportunity.
But this is nothing more than a helpless choice to survive. The fleet commander, after seeing clearly the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves, knew that there was no hope of escaping from being chased all the way, so he could only try to find a way out after passing through the battle line of the imperial fleet. Opportunity to escape into subspace.
Unfortunately, they failed to succeed even in this attempt. Fate fully reflects its irony here:
Just as the Chaos fleet was getting ready to fight, Ophelia 7, which had been ravaged by their artillery fire for two whole weeks, roared with the anti-ship base weapon that had been hidden several kilometers deep underground. There are obviously different opinions...
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