Chapter 399 May Day! MayDay
Chapter 399 May Day! MayDay!
"I am so lucky to have such outstanding warriors like you at the same time!"
Calvin resisted the urge to return to Terra to settle the score with Walden, but he still couldn't help but complain about the two top performers in front of him.
The two Templars, who were immersed in sending "bound volumes" to each other, finally woke up under Calvin's words. After looking at each other, they both looked at their monarch with stern expressions.
The two people who had their secrets exposed finally calmed down. After the passionate exchange, they looked at Calvin's wonderful face, and all they had left was regret.
+ Damn it, you won’t be treated differently from now on, right? +Golden
+asked for it! Even if my dark history is released, how innocent are the other brothers? You're screwed, I say! +tariq
+That's what you said first! +Golden
+Obviously it’s you! +Tariq
+Enough! +
Seeing the two of them talking non-stop, winking at each other and blaming each other on the psychic channel, Calvin couldn't bear to watch anymore and couldn't help but stop him.
The two people's eyes widened instantly after hearing Calvin's psychic call. After the panic of important information being leaked, they looked at Calvin with eyes full of innocence and accusation.
+You are going too far! How could you eavesdrop on our conversation! +
+That’s right! The Primarch should look like the Primarch! What kind of ability is it to eavesdrop on the conversations of subordinates? And in the long run, as your subordinate, don’t you have no privacy at all...wait? +
"F*ck!" Tarik, who was accustomed to channeling his psychic energy halfway, finally reacted. He stared at the original body in front of him with wide eyes in surprise.
The communication channel was discovered! When did this happen?
If Calvin knew about this channel from the beginning, wouldn't he know everything they had talked about in this channel before?
The nicknames given to the Primarch, the ability to complain about the Primarch's aesthetics, the ability to name weapons, and the weird Terran country accent, aren't they all due to Calvin's insight?
He stiffened his neck and glanced at Calvin slowly, then looked at Golden next to him with a fluke to confirm.
The latter's face was equally ugly, and the moment his eyes met, Tarik clearly understood the look in his comrade's eyes:
It's hopeless and dead. Just bury it and find a place with good feng shui.
"You...know everything?" Tarik asked with difficulty.
Although the psychic channel was not as secretive as one-on-one psychic communication, they were even more surprised that the original body could easily capture and complete the cracking and infiltration silently.
"Hmph...I taught you all the tricks you have. Do you think I know about it?" Calvin complained angrily.
Before he came to the battle group, the psychic communication method used by these Gray Knights was still one-to-one communication, and even the occasional multi-person collaborative call was based on unstable psychic laws.
And it was his implantation of the "psionic seed" of the original Honor Guard that opened the era of "multi-person stable battlefield communication" among the Gray Knights.
Not only does it allow these Gray Knights to connect with the will of the legion, it also leads to a new era of multi-level and multi-team instant communication based on psychic nodes.
The "Private Chat Group" of the Honor Guard is the product of this background. The daily construction and communication encryption of this channel can be said to be completed bit by bit under Calvin's nose.
From the original state to the later dynamic encryption, Calvin watched the growth process of this "private chat group".
In his eyes, these Templar knights' daily complaints about him were the same as the whispers of grassroots soldiers in his previous life. Not only did he feel funny every time, he also gained a deeper understanding of these veterans.
If he hadn't been too lazy to interfere too much with this group, he would have wanted to learn from his previous life's experience and mark this group as "an honor guard family."
But he still wanted to keep it simple.
Or because of work, his knowledge of this kind of private server channel is limited to the Honor Guard around him;
Driven by this technological innovation, other "technical products" produced by the entire legion due to their fanatical belief in the original body were things that he had not expected and knew nothing about.
"Ah this..." Tarik looked at Calvin dumbly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, his facial expressions violently clashed between twitching and remaining unchanged.
He looked at Golden from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the latter was signaling to him with a vague gesture: "Good brother! It's time for you to sacrifice! Hold on!"
"...Roger that!" Tarik looked at the original body resolutely, and a sense of honor at the expense of his own self instantly filled his chest.
He blatantly accused Calvin and had a heated discussion with the original body on the question of "whether the Gray Knights should have personal privacy in the Legion era, and whether public communication channels are applicable to this proposition"...
Behind him, Golden watched the "sacrifice" of his good brother with tears in his eyes, while secretly pressing a "disposable signal generator" that had been prepared on his waist.
The weak electromagnetic long waves passed through the many obstacles of the battleship in an obscure way and were sent in the other directions of the Relentless Jihad.
All the sons of Calvin along the way stiffly stopped what they were doing after receiving this signal of unknown meaning.
"MAY DAY! MAY DAY!
We have been exposed! Start the cleanup process now! repeat! We have been exposed! Implement your cleanup plan now! "
Across the Endless Crusade, the Sons of Calvin still maintained their daily defense and training work, but the psychic communication channel was already buzzing with excitement.
A large number of private communication channels were actively disconnected by the Gray Knights who were responsible for the node tasks. Thousands of photos and life details of the original body were painfully destroyed by these Gray Knights who were responsible for the server function.
Hundreds of communication nodes in the entire legion in the name of "Practice War Mode" were reduced by half in just a few minutes.
After completing the cleaning process, these sons of Calvin were still heartbroken over the loss of their collections, while looking movedly at the position of the bridge in front of the battleship.
+Golden is a good comrade! +A certain technical sergeant who was silent every day sighed in the communication channel.
+Good comrade! ! +A group of gray knights responded.
+His sacrifice is meaningful! + Another unknown Gray Knight captain sighed.
+ Makes sense! +A group of Gray Knights responded again.
+But it’s just a minor setback right now! +A sergeant who was undergoing Terminator power armor training continued the former's words.
+Frustration! +The emotions of the Gray Knights resonate with each other.
+And our career cannot be interrupted here! +An unknown Gray Knight captain spoke passionately.
+Can't interrupt! +A kind of Gray Knights united as one, with hope shining in their eyes!
Waves of psychic fluctuations reverberated in the space of the Relentless Crusade. The emotions of many Gray Knights resonated with each other in the excitement. Calvin was shocked to find that the will of the entire legion had experienced an inexplicable growth. These Gray Knights were obviously affected by some kind of influence. Inspire, the structure of the Legion's will has also become more consistent.
"Huh?" Calvin felt strange about this change, and besides being pleasantly surprised, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
But the Tarik in front of him had taken up most of his energy, and the debate about the "privacy and public channels" of the Gray Knights finally ended in Calvin's victory due to Tarik's sudden "lucidity".
Calvin watched the two guard members calmly accept his "punishment" and then both left, obviously confused.
But this debate about soldiers redefining themselves in the age of legions obviously also satisfied him.
This is a problem he has noticed a long time ago, but based on his experience and perspective from the leadership level, this kind of problem is more suitable for discussions initiated by the grassroots, rather than his rough guidance from the top.
Thinking about what he had gained today and looking at the empty corridor around him again, Calvin decided to return to his residence.
And just when he arrived at the door of his office alone, a message from the bridge caught his attention:
"Our ship has completed the supply of materials and is ready to set sail at any time. However, the Psionic Choir has just reported to us that while performing subspace calming procedures for the fleet to set sail, they discovered an abnormal signal."
"Does the database have identification results?" Calvin asked in the communication channel.
"There are samples that match the characteristics." Tabers responded calmly.
"What type?" Calvin asked curiously.
+The Webway, and most likely, the part leading to Terra+
Tabos quietly switched the communication and spoke in a psychic way.
renew.