Chapter 621 Determination
The perspective is pulled back from the ground battlefield:
After Calvin stopped in Goth for a while and personally placed the Tindaros Army in several key locations, he could only stop rectifying Goth's internal affairs. Under the strong pressure of the Death Guard, he had to rush to the galaxy again. The frontal battlefield on the periphery.
The good news is that the appearance of the Supreme Commander has given some peace of mind to the people of the Forging World.
The priests headed by the Foundry Director assured him that reinforcements to the front line would not stop, and at least one Titan legion would be drawn from the Guardian Hongzhi (Legion) for use on the frontal battlefield.
The bad news is that the Death Guard's attack on Pesma is paying off:
With the loss of the outer nodes of the planetary defense system, orbital and terrestrial defense positions have begun to come under attack.
According to the latest intelligence assessment from the Inquisition's combat staff, it is inevitable that the ground will become a battlefield. It is only a matter of time.
Space-based weapons, planetary defense attitude generators, urban air defense sky dome systems, and even rail transit systems built along mineral veins are being armed fortress clusters.
The entire interior of Pestma was integrated into long strips of continental plates by the Mechanicus for the convenience of development. Under the threat of war approaching the mainland, like an extremely huge stegosaurus, it raised its heavy weight with slow and unstoppable momentum. Armor and spikes.
And it is this giant dragon that spans two levels of the planet, under the control of the old and new Primarchs of the ancient human empire - Calvin and Mortarion, is about to become their second fruitless head-to-head confrontation. Finally, the ultimate battlefield determines the outcome!
boom!
Under the dim light, Calvin walked out of the elevator of the star port and raised his head. At the end of his field of vision, in the rust-colored clouds in the distance, purple thunder flashed away.
Acidic shower clouds condense and accumulate in the atmosphere, making the already dark land even more oppressive.
Suddenly, billions of dirty raindrops finally took shape, falling from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters in a silent cry, and smashed into the basalt earth with indomitable madness.
Is this revenge?
Or maybe in their eyes, this is also a kind of salvation?
But no matter what, the fact is that they are using their bodies that are destined to shatter and the essence of decay to leave scars all over the land where they were born.
boom!
There was another thunder close at hand.
In the interlacing light and darkness of lightning, the end of the square at the foot of the star port was empty and quiet.
Mortals have already received orders and were evacuated to underground bunkers to avoid the acid rain.
The square as huge as a plain was extremely quiet. Apart from the sound of heavy rain, there were only two rows of giants in cloaks waiting in line like sculptures.
Calvin looked up and met the leader's eyes.
"Thank you," he said habitually, but he didn't get the expected response.
Only then did he remember that the difference in civilization accumulation made it difficult for the other party to understand this euphemistic greeting.
"The weather is really bad!" He adjusted his tone and then looked up.
Sure enough, this kind of opening statement was easier for Talos to accept.
The giant in black armor instantly recovered from his stiffness, took a cloak from his side in silence, and then stepped forward and raised his hand.
At this moment, little Sir Sutherland, who had returned to Calvin, walked out of the team behind the original body, blocked Talos's solicitude, then took the cloak from his hands, turned around and put it on Calvin's hand. on the shoulders.
"Uh..." Calvin's eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately looked at Talos, who was standing empty-handed.
But the latter seemed to have expected it. After a slightly awkward pause, he explained to the original body the origin of this bad weather:
"The artificial atmosphere has stopped, and all energy hubs are now tilting towards a protective stance. Moreover, the mechanical priests suggest that clouds containing composite metal elements have a very good isolation effect and can shield the prying eyes from orbit to a certain extent..."
"Understood!" Calvin waited until Talos finished speaking and nodded slightly to show his approval for his work.
But the steps under his feet did not stop, passing through the Death Watch who came to greet him, and walked towards the Storm Eagle on the tarmac.
"Emperor's blessing!" The black-armored giants greeted Calvin as he passed by. The cry from their mouths made him both surprised and a little relieved.
He stopped slightly and looked at Talos walking beside him. In the latter's invisible nod, he got the response he wanted.
This group of lone wolves has clearly found a sense of belonging again, and the war cry is a detailed reflection of this transformation.
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The Storm Eagle roared into the sky and rushed towards the defense center located in the central mountain range. More than a dozen fighter planes appeared from the high-altitude clouds and launched a protective formation with the Storm Eagle as the center.
Calvin withdrew his gaze from the observation hole: "What a waste."
"No, when it comes to your safety, no matter how cautious you are," Talos said.
"They can't threaten here yet. You should let these pilots have time to rest."
Calvin did not blame Talos, and the implication of his words was even clearer - once the ground battlefield begins, it will be difficult for these pilots to have enough rest time.
"No, it's their honor too."
Talos did not agree with Calvin's idea. Under the gaze of all the Gray Knights, he solemnly insisted on his position:
"And you also know who our enemy is. Once the ground battlefield opens, we will face a complete Legion of Astartes.
On an Apocalypse-level battlefield, you may not have seen how high the casualty rate of air forces is in the early stages of the war. It is also your duty as a commander to let these guys enjoy the glory they deserve before they die in battle. "
I have really seen it, but I can't explain it to you...
Calvin thought of his memories from the perspective of other "Calvins", his eyes slightly closed, but he remained silent after all.
Because Taros's point of view is correct, on an Apocalypse-level battlefield, even the Primarchs have to wander between life and death, not to mention mortals who are not even Astartes.
All are ants, all are dust.
His eyes are far away, as if he has returned to those Astartes warriors who died in Isstvan, Moro, and even Terra through the eyes of those Astartes warriors who died in battle. In a war so cruel that it numbs people.
That is the end of burning everything in the world, and it is the doomsday that destroys all beautiful things.
The earth is burning, and the war machines that are as tall as gods make the buildings in the distance look like toys;
The sky is howling, and a vast number of space battleships are fighting around the planetary world, while on the other side, they are still raining down dense airdrop pods on the ground.
It is a tragic battlefield where even the Astartes can only serve as consumables, and it is even more of a terrifying furnace that burns life into ashes as firewood.
"It can't be like this anymore!" Calvin interrupted Taros's words, leaning forward with his huge body and close to Taros.
And the latter also saw unprecedented seriousness in the Primarch's silver eyes full of anger and thunder after being speechless.
And heard the second half of the words of this son of the Emperor:
"No, let them repeat the same mistakes!"
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