Chapter 605: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (9) The First Appearance of the Containment Purifier
Chapter 605: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (9) Containment - The First Appearance of the Purifier
The battle is like a chess game, but the fight between blood and iron is far more intense and decisive than the chess game.
Talos is still stuck in the mud of Pesma, while wars in other directions are also in full swing.
Looking at the overall situation, using the central star of the Gothic Galaxy as a reference, on the northern battlefield, the two main fleets of the Imperial Navy and the Death Guard Legion are entangled with each other in space like two long snakes;
On the other side of the galaxy, the shadow in the Blackstone Fortress, which was enough to cover an entire continent on the planet's surface, was also moving towards the rear of Pestma seemingly slowly but really quickly.
The orbit near Pesma and the nearby starry sky are the most brutal battlefields. Every front-line weapon platform is under saturated artillery bombardment in the explosion of energy shields, and there are even continuous invasions by the Chaos Space Marines of the Death Guard.
Although the battleships of the Inquisition went all out, countless Chaos battleships fell under the gunfire of the Silver Dawn! But this still cannot change the reality that the nodes on the front line are being conquered one by one, and even the entire front is slowly retreating!
And this was exactly Mortarion's response to Calvin after he was attacked by Calvin!
His purpose is not only that, as a large number of pollution sources penetrate into Pesma, and even the entire Goth. In the seemingly turbulent heaven, an even more vicious demonic tide begins to accumulate and brew!
This Mortarion conspiracy is also Nurgle’s consistent approach to the real world:
Once reality is polluted, the corrupted souls will trigger the spread of the demonic tide in subspace, and this huge subspace tide will further tear apart the curtain of reality, while strengthening all the polluted servants of Chaos. , and also drag the entire Goth into a more terrifying abyss!
"We must fight decisively! We must also curb all corruption from the source as soon as possible!"
But Calvin also knew that all of this was just a means for Mortarion to urge and force him to actively seek a decisive battle with Mortarion.
And Calvin also knew that now was not the time.
He shouldn't have rashly put himself in a decisive battle with Mortarion until the Concept War was over!
Is it pollution? Calvin's eyes flickered. Suppressing corruption may be difficult for other Legions of Astartes, but for the Gray Knights, it is their professional counterpart!
His vision switched to the link of the legion's will, and after a simple inspection, he immediately found the most suitable unit.
"Turab." Calvin whispered softly, but to the Chief Purifier who was far away in the Blackstone Fortress, this voice was like a great bell!
After being transformed by the original body and joining the legion, with his soul and the will of the legion integrated, and with the secondary development of gene seeds, he restored his body to his prime.
The external characteristic of this secret rebirth is that although he still has his iconic silver hair, what is different from before is that he has regained his youthful appearance!
"Awaiting your orders!" The handsome young man with silver hair knelt down on one knee in the astonishment of the Emperor Fist beside him.
His body is so strong that it is two heads taller than the Emperor Fist beside him. He looks even more graceful against the backdrop of the Terminator covered with luxurious and holy inscriptions!
"Go to Pestma and curb the corruption there!"
Calvin's voice was transmitted from the link of the Legion's will, and mission information about the entire direction of Pestma was also carried by complex and three-dimensional inscriptions, coming from the Legion's will at the same time as the original body's order.
The short inscription with the attributes of time and space allowed the reborn Purifier to clearly understand the reason and beginning of the entire mission in just a few breaths. Knowing the importance of the mission, he immediately paid attention to the original mission. The body responds!
"I will obey the order!" Turab replied, and this oath like a war cry made the Emperor Fist look at him with a new understanding of the Gray Knight!
"Is there a mission? Where and how many people are there? I will contact the spacecraft."
The liaison officer of the Imperial Fist, Ismir, saw all this in his eyes. When Turab looked at him, he had no doubts and started to work directly.
He was well aware of the specialness of the unit in front of him, because even in the era of the Imperial Fist Legion, it was rare to find such a unit that had all its members equipped with fearless tactics on a regular basis before the war began.
This is the best of the best, and one of the mysterious primarch's trump cards!
Ismail thought so, and their subsequent performance confirmed Ismail's conjecture:
After arriving at Blackstone Fortress, this unit did not participate in any meetings or tasks. Until Turab received the order just now, they were still standing in the secret room like sculptures.
For several weeks, except for eating and routine prayers, they never left the heavy armor for a moment;
At this moment, with Tulab's oath, they stood up from meditation in silence and lined up without any orders!
Where are the orders? How were they received?
What is the method of communication? Is it true that they are a legion of all psykers, as has been rumored recently within the Chapter?
But that doesn't matter anymore, at least at this moment.
Ismail understood that this was probably the characteristic of these strange legion warriors, and it was also the special talent given to them by the mysterious original body.
"Pesma." Turab turned around when he heard the sound. Behind the heavy Crusader helmet decorated with pale blue laurel leaves, the blue eyepiece happened to be opposite Ismail.
Ismuir subconsciously avoided his gaze, and then felt ashamed of his retreat.
He looked up and happened to see the other party's raised arm, and the mission briefing of the Inquisition system was delivered on the screen.
And beside his ears, Turaber's cold but enthusiastic voice also appeared at the same time.
"I need Pesma's air defense identification code, and it is necessary to have full authority over the ground forces at all times!"
"No problem! Wait a minute..." Ismuir took a deep breath, and while agreeing to the other party's request, he also quickly tried to give the other party more help.
They are the Fists of the Empire! They are the descendants and guards of Dorn and the saint on Earth!
Although Dorn has left, they are still proud and will not be inferior to any brother legion!
He must show enough professionalism in front of the brother troops to wash away the instinctive envy of Turaber's legion in his heart just now!
I don't envy you for having a Primarch!
Ismuir thought bitterly, and then lowered his head to look for it on the personal terminal screen of the same Terminator.
In just two breaths, he raised his head and said to the Purifier:
"The route information has been set! The specific authority will be given soon, and the shuttle and starship will also be arranged!
You can go to the B5 channel first, and cooperate with your rail train to the star port, which will arrive on time in ten minutes.
If you have any other needs, you can also notify me at any time before leaving the port!"
"Thank you!" Turaber nodded and strode away.
Behind him, a full forty-five Grey Knights followed in silence and spontaneously adjusted the team sequence while marching.
The team, which was originally classified according to the types of weapons maintenance and ammunition supply, was spontaneously splitting and reorganizing into a fully functional tactical team in a few breaths;
What surprised Ismer even more was that they didn't even exchange glances during this process.
But this still made Ismer envious, because from the patterns and badges on these warriors, he could see that in this special force, a quarter of the warriors were newcomers.
"Newcomer, what a vigorous vitality..."
Ismer stood at the door of the secret room for a long time, and then left the empty room without looking back.
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