Chapter 159 The Fight Between the Left and Right and the Beginning of the Return Journey

The three hundred true names are like three hundred sharp weapons, sleeping quietly in the blade of the Sword of Covenant for at least more than 2,000 years.

In the days when no one upholds them, the power of the true names gradually dissipates, just like the empire's declining national strength.

In the end, only the most core seeds are left, floating and sinking in the world of the sword body with the breathing of the inscriptions of the Sword of Covenant.

According to the records within the Grey Knights, the last true name holder died in the crusade against a great demon at the end of thirty-six thousand years.

After that, as time passed, the power and mystery of the true name holders could no longer be verified.

Only the few words recorded from the perspective of bystanders in the Inquisition and the absurd descriptions in the eyes of future generations left behind the great power that those brave mortals had when facing demons.

Later, the human side completely lost this inheritance and lost the qualification to fight against the great demon as an equal existence. They could only use their precious lives and souls to fill the gaps and blanks.

This is the loss of mankind, the regret of the empire, and the reason why Natirik, as the sword holder, could not free his soul for a long time.

Now in the sword in front of Calvin, the seeds of three hundred true names are lying quietly in the world of the sword body. Just the remaining breath in it makes Calvin retreat carelessly.

There is not much spiritual energy contained in the sword, and most of the impact on Calvin comes from Calvin's own power.

The holy sword only injects its own will in the middle and provides a short passage in the sword pool where Calvin and the true name are.

Buzz!

The moment Calvin's soul is sensed, the true names in the sword pool react differently. Some true names with suitable compatibility become active instantly, and some true names with incompatible compatibility run wild instantly.

But no matter which true name, it pounces on Calvin at the moment of being aroused, and then stagnates in front of his soul that is very different from the local natives...

What is this? The true names are also stunned by Calvin's soul.

If the soul that the True Name is suitable for is two-dimensional, then Calvin's soul comes from three-dimensional;

And when they are aware that they are three-dimensional, then Calvin's soul is like a four-dimensional Klein bottle, with unknown structures that these True Names that are adapted to the instincts of human souls cannot understand!

"Heretics! Die!"

The True Names went berserk in an instant, and the power of thousands of years dissipated, leaving only the seeds and only a weak concept.

But they still followed the original meaning and mission of their existence, and turned into sharp swords in the idealistic world of the Sword of Covenant to slash at Calvin!

Feeling that something was wrong, Calvin's soul instinctively began to resist, but under the fear of the rat, he did not dare to give up the power blessing of the Sword of Covenant!

Suffering!

This side is his power, and that side is also his power. At this moment, Calvin fell into an embarrassing situation of wrestling with himself.

Fortunately, in the process of full defense under the stress of the soul, Calvin's "local household registration" issued by the emperor himself was still leaked out.

So, while the real names that had been identified as "household registration" were in a self-contradiction, Calvin hurriedly withdrew his consciousness from the Sword of Covenant.

These steps are troublesome to say and do, but in the idealistic spiritual world, the whole process is just a moment.

There was a scene where Calvin just let go and threw the Sword of Covenant.

Calvin, who was relieved of the crisis, checked his status at the first time, and then unexpectedly found that his spiritual energy consumption in a short period of time was far more than he expected.

It was just a moment of contact, and his spiritual energy consumption of fighting with his left and right hands exceeded 10%.

What surprised him even more was that under his blessing and stimulation, he clearly felt that the power carried by the real name in the sword was reviving!

What is this? Raising the sword? Or using the crisis to stimulate these uncles who have slept for too long to eat?

It doesn't matter what it is, as long as the result is good, it can be accepted!

Calvin doesn't know the meaning and usage of these real names for the time being, but he just needs to know that these powers belong to this sword.

What he knew at the moment was that as long as he was willing to endure the sharpening of the power in this holy sword, he could effectively consume psychic energy while nourishing the power in it!

Hey! This thing! It's interesting!

Calvin said as he looked at the holy sword in front of him that was blessed and stimulated by his power and suspended in the air.

Let's deal with the future later. Calvin's character is essentially so carefree.

It has always been his life philosophy that things will work out when the time comes, and cherishing the present is his principle of life.

He temporarily separated himself from the anxiety of the crisis and focused his attention on this sword.

There are still about two weeks before the Titan fleet arrives to welcome this sword. In these two weeks, he will have a good time with this sword!

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"Some people say that you are like a human female during her menstrual period. You faint at any time and ask what you are doing, but I won't tell you who it is."

This was two weeks later, when the Titan fleet arrived at the Fedman galaxy.

As the master of this fleet, this was the first sentence that the Lord of the Hall of Victory, the high-ranking Templar, Gallagher Saint Dimas, said when he walked down the gangway of the Supreme Decree and saw Calvin.

The words were rough but true. Calvin's accidental coma did cause a lot of trouble for the fleet, so Gallagher was qualified to say so. But others...

"You talk too much nonsense..."

Calvin touched his nose awkwardly, but swallowed the words.

Two weeks is neither long nor short, enough for him to temporarily suppress his anxiety and slowly adjust his mentality.

"Just kidding, as a reward for letting us stay in the warp for another week, do you mind?"

Gallah laughed and hugged Calvin with open arms, then took a step back and looked at Calvin who had grown taller again and said:

"I have to say that this price is quite worth it. Are you growing taller again?"

"Well, my body is still in the development stage, there is nothing I can do about it..."

Calvin also smiled and answered without further explanation.

When facing these real veterans of the regiment, he always felt like he was seeing his brother, and it was also a rare moment for him to relax.

He didn't want this brother to worry about him anymore, so as he answered reluctantly, the entire starport was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

The two giants walked side by side to the suspended track below the starport, and the members of the Honor Guard behind them also talked cordially with the Templar Knights from the same sect.

The Purifiers quietly walked down the gangway and assembled independently, without any communication throughout the whole process.

Their ascetic style has long been accustomed to the brothers of the regiment. No one will be disrespected because of their habitual silence. The staff of the regiment came forward to take them to the quiet room of Titan II to rest.

A long team stretched out from under the high tower of the starport, led by Calvin and the other two, and extended to the fortress group in the distance.

The mortal legions lined up on both sides of the avenue for inspection were all dressed in black and gold uniforms and external armor. While showing the quasi-high-level of the regiment their excellent equipment, they also declared their unyielding will.

The two, one tall and one short, strolled on the main road leading to the fortress from the starport, admiring the scenery made of steel on Titan II.

The Imir Plateau where the star port is located is always cold and windy. The biting cold current rolled up Calvin's clothes. The thick fur of the robe was pressed tightly against Calvin's body by the airflow, and then it fluttered in the wind like the cloak behind him.

Galaher looked at the commander in front of him who already had his own personal charm, and sighed at the magic of time in his heart.

The immaturity of the young man brought to him by Aidan less than 50 years ago was still vivid in his mind, as if it was yesterday.

But in a blink of an eye, he overlapped with the figure in front of him with a warm look and determination, and became the person that the Grey Knights could place their hopes on in the future.

Calvin and Galaher talked softly, and the surrounding facilities and the fortress in the distance were all the topics of the conversation.

Calvin had too much to say about this place. From the cold wilderness to the steel-made and occasionally majestic fortress, he participated in the most important design work.

Thanks to the memory of the mountain array guard in another timeline, he completed the design work well and witnessed the Titan II from scratch, taking root and sprouting in this wasteland.

The light of the builder flowed in Calvin's eyes. He proudly introduced everything here to his brother beside him, and the latter gladly accepted Calvin's earnestness and respect while his curiosity was satisfied.

The team led by the two extended from the black star port tower to the fortress. The welcoming team and the mortal troops on both sides of the road were inspected, which was more than ten kilometers long.

"Do they have their own names?" Gallaher asked the soldiers standing still in the cold wind on both sides of the main road.

"Tindaros, in some information of ancient Terra, means the hound chasing time." Calvin pointed to the hound image under the golden eagle emblem on their hat brim and said.

"A good name."

Gallaher was very satisfied with these disciplined and well-equipped soldiers.

As real professional soldiers, these soldiers have been undergoing rigorous training and cruel screening for a long time.

In the future battlefield, they will be much more reliable than those conscripts who were deployed to the trenches after a few dozen days of temporary training.

Their loyalty has been tested and their combat effectiveness has been proven.

In the future plan of the regiment, they will follow the fleet as a legion directly under the Grey Knights of the Holy Hammer Order, and be active on various battlefields of the empire.

When the real war comes, this legion named Tindalos will definitely give the commander of the Grey Knights an additional trustworthy choice when making decisions at a critical moment.

The review ceremony continued and ended after three hours.

Gallagher also arrived at the command hall of the main building of Titan II accompanied by Calvin.

The greetings and reception etiquette came to an end, and Gallagher began to perform his duties as an envoy.

With a serious look on his face, Gallaher resumed his identity as a high-ranking Templar Knight and asked Calvin, the second master of Titan, in front of him:

"Do you have the holy object in your hands?"

"Yes."

Calvin pulled out the Sword of the Oath, which was completely different from when he first got it, from under his cloak behind him and handed it to Gallaher with both hands.

Without Gallaher's signal, the leader of the Purifiers walked out of the crowd and stood beside Gallaher to verify the authenticity of the item in his hand.

As the ruler of the Secret Hall, the Purifiers are obviously the most familiar people with the allusions and secrets of the war group besides the Supreme Grand Master. They use psychic power to verify the authenticity of the sword in some ways that only they know.

After a while, in the quiet atmosphere of the Grey Knights holding their breath, the leader of the Purifiers put down his sword, raised his head and said to Gallaher and Calvin:

"The Emperor bless you! That's it, that's right."

Gallaher breathed a sigh of relief. Half of the mission of this trip had been completed, so the rest was how to bring it back to the mother planet Titan.

"You can return to Titan with me to witness its return ceremony. This is also the old man's opinion." Gallaher said to Calvin.

"I am honored, but who will take over my duty?"

Calvin certainly wanted to go back, but Titan II had always lacked an officer of the same rank as his deputy to sit in the rear for him.

While he enjoyed the significance of this duty, he inevitably missed too many opportunities to go out to fight.

Galah was obviously prepared for such a question. He said to Calvin almost without thinking:

"Before I set out, the Supreme Grand Master asked the elders of the Temple of Rest who were interested in coming here to help you. Elder Richelieu expressed his response to this call and was willing to continue serving on Titan II as a company leader."

"Oh? That's great news!"

This problem that has troubled Calvin for a long time was actually solved in this way, which was something Calvin did not expect.

A former Grand Master from the Holy Hammer Convent, a current driver of the Holy Dreadnought;

A person who served the Emperor for his whole life when he was healthy, and was willing to endure the pain after being seriously injured and continued to fight for the Empire with his broken body, is an existence that he could not actively recruit.

Having such an elder willing to sit in the rear for him is something he welcomes extremely but dares not hope for no matter what.

"So, where is Elder Richelieu now?"

He couldn't wait to see this predecessor. But there were only the figures of the Gray Knights in the previous team, and the huge body of the Holy Dreadnought was an existence that he would never miss.

"Still in hibernation. If it is not necessary, we will try to reduce his pain as much as possible and not disturb his sleep. The stasis field box carrying him has been taken off the battleship. At this time, it should have arrived at your quiet room."

Gallah glanced at the huge clock on the wall, thought for a while and said to Calvin.

"When the stasis field here is debugged, you can come with me to see him. Any other questions?" Gallaher asked.

"No!"

"Then go and prepare! The way back to Titan may not be as smooth as it was when we came here."

Gallaher said to Calvin while looking at the disappearing stars on the horizon through the huge porthole of the fortress.

And beside him was Calvin's tall and majestic figure.

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