Chapter 580 Warning, Rebirth and Doubts
"This is the Human Empire, the Obscure Star Field, the Gothic Sector, the Gothic Galaxy...
We are in a state of war... In the name of the Sector Governor, any charter fleet and armed merchant ship must unconditionally respond to the call and assemble on the Capital Star after receiving this message!
Any Imperial Navy, Star Corps, and even other Imperial armed forces that can hear our call, please fulfill your obligations as loyal servants of the Emperor and go to the Capital Star to join our battlefield...
Any Emperor Angels of the Astartes Regiment (the following is encrypted information and needs to be decoded twice), please be sure to respond to the requirements of the Astartes Codex and join our war zone..."
"This is the Human Empire..."
Ka...
Galvin cut off the broadcast in the cabin and did not intend to listen to the translation from the astropaths again.
He stood up and walked towards the passage leading to the bridge, and the Gray Knight behind him followed closely, waiting to separate from Calvin at the next intersection so that he could return to the astropath deck to report.
"Why not use psychic power?" Calvin's voice came from the front, stopping the Gray Knight.
He stood there in silence until Calvin turned around.
"Are you still resisting?" Calvin asked.
"I don't know..." The Grey Knight's tone was confused, and Calvin had obviously expected it.
"Then give it a try, communicate more with your brothers, and try to observe the world from this perspective;
Only in this way can you see what belongs to us, and only in this way can you have the opportunity to continue to be strong."
"Your will!" The Grey Knight knelt on one knee, and Calvin stared at the former for a long time before turning away.
Calvin was on his way to the bridge, because the chief engineer (mechanical priest) of the battleship was already in place there, and the navigator would hand over the control of the battleship to him again after the battleship passed through the curtain of the warp.
His technical priests and mechanical slaves were also on standby in the engine room, waiting for his order to restart the sacred ceremony of the engine.
There was still half an hour before the zero hour of the fleet's planned return to the universe, and the Grey Knights, Astartes, and even all the crew members on the entire fleet were ready for the upcoming battle.
"My Lord!"
At the far end of the corridor, a row of crew members holding pump-action shotguns bowed and saluted, and stood aside to make room for the Lord.
A few seconds later, a tall figure passed by their lowered heads.
Back to the deck of the Astropath again, the Grey Knight subconsciously looked up. In the center of the command hall, Calvin was already sitting on the throne above the captain;
And after he delivered the order, the "brother" beside him finally started their first conversation:
"Stupid Bird, can't you remember your name?"
"I'm afraid so." The Grey Knight paused slightly, obviously a little surprised by the conversation.
These unfamiliar colleagues were the first people he saw after he regained consciousness.
It was these people who, after he opened his eyes from the light that pierced his soul, touched his blank soul and gave him this humorous name - "Stupid Bird".
"I want to say... Although I don't mind, can I change the name?"
He still remembered his expression at that time, and the joy of those brothers after hearing his hesitant tone.
"Oh... Sorry, my brother, although this should belong to your rights, this time is an exception. It is a gift from our father, you'd better not refuse."
This is what the particularly tall Grey Knight said when he leaned over to help him up naked from the small secret room;
And this was also the last time these Grey Knights communicated with him with physical vocal cords after he had clear consciousness and memory.
"As he wishes."
This was his answer, and also his subconscious attitude.
When the elder called Gorgon said the unique word "Father of Genes" in High Gothic;
The blood in his body had already surpassed consciousness and expressed his instinctive admiration to the outside world in advance.
He was powerless to resist, and he didn't want to resist.
But was that his original intention?
He was not sure, but at least he didn't feel disgusted.
So, when the heavy and holy Holy Shield Power Armor was witnessed by the mechanical priests and chanters singing hymns, and was carried to him by the naked slaves and put on him.
Those silver, transparent and soft probes like hair pierced his body, allowing this holy object with thousands of years of history to finally become one with him completely under the dual blessing of plasma engines and psychic cables, and under the dual witness of the Emperor and Om Messiah.
It was a wonderful feeling, although he instinctively felt something strange.
The servo of the power armor roared in a low voice, as if telling him all the wars it had experienced and the experiences of all the predecessors who had worn this armor;
And corresponding to it, there were newer but colder psychic cables:
These blood vessels, like, engulfed his soul, and the crystal threads running on the entire armor, were telling him a greater will with the coldness and silence that penetrated the soul.
This is a new life!
This is the fruit of a great genetic creation and an even greater soul engineering!
Every gene in his body seems to be resonating with the components of the power armor!
They are fighting for this sacred moment; they are shouting for some will that runs through human civilization in this ceremony!
He was moved, inspired by this sacred moment!
But he is also staying awake!
Especially on the spine, joints and organs of the body, some round scars that were still itchy after healing made him feel that this scene was something he had experienced before...
No...that should at least be a familiar...yet unfamiliar scene to him.
So what exactly is it?
And until the pungent incense burned out and the hymn disappeared, he could not find the source of this strangeness from his blank memory.
That feeling was like a thick wall blocking his will;
And even though he couldn't see through the wall, he instinctively knew that those things belonged to him and had never disappeared.
"The ceremony is a bit simple, but this is wartime after all."
Gorgon, who witnessed the ceremony, stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the altar after the mechanical priests bowed and left.
Behind him were several equally tall giants.
"When you embark on the road to the Holy Scriptures, we will make up for the celebration in the Victory Hall."
A thunderous voice rang in his ears, and at the same time as this voice arrived, there were also the elder's thick arms and an even heavier weight on his shoulders.
Clang!
The weight on the shoulder armor awakened him from his thoughts. The energy switch of the halberd in his hand was turned on in an instant. The blue psychic mercury flowed on it like a ground, and then vibrated on the sharp and narrow blade.
In the dark, a pulling force made him irresistible, and he subconsciously raised his head as his soul ascended!
And a huge will also became clear in his rapidly amplified and distorted "vision", and in the next moment, countless souls and majestic and vast information beyond his imagination were poured into him. Come down!
boom!
That's... that's Legion!
He can "see" it!
Countless souls like his are standing around that silver will!
That's...that's his genetic origin!
He can feel it!
The moment when he broke through the boundaries of his soul and broke free from the shackles of mortals!
That majestic god-like existence had already cast a cold...yet warm gaze on him!
"Let's go!"
Gorgon's voice rang in his head, and he and the other brothers walked out amidst laughter in the psychic channel.
He lowered his gaze to reality again, subconsciously raised the halberd in his hand, and used his spiritual energy to drive the power armor, taking the first step in his life.
The moment the heavy steel boots landed, Gorgon in front suddenly turned his head and said to him with a joking smile:
"Stupid bird?"
"Arrived!" He responded instinctively.
"Hahaha... Just kidding, of course my father wouldn't give you such a name."
"So, what's my name?"
His mood remained calm, as if after experiencing this rebirth, nothing could excite him.
“Booby – red-footed boobies.
But we feel that the name he gave you is very similar to this, so the brothers decided to call you this from now on..."
ps: Red-footed booby, an extinct bird from ancient Terra;
High Gothic transliteration: sula;
Because it is good at flying but clumsy at walking, it also has the meaning of being a clumsy person in destiny.
renew!