Chapter 170 Mutation, Elegy of the Fiery Eagle

"A... palace! From the sky! Fire! Our people... can't get through!"

The young soldier was incoherent, as what existed there was beyond the limits of his barren imagination.

It was difficult for him to describe the tragic and spectacular scene with his own words, which was beyond the cognition of those who lived in the tribal era.

But that was enough.

The key words heard from the soldier were enough to confirm Calvin's guess, and the remaining information was not something these mortals could provide.

Calvin turned around and said to Mars under the gaze of all the soldiers:

"How much food is left?"

"7 days, 13 days if it is distributed in batches." Mars answered immediately.

"Then 7 days. You wait here for me to come back. If you can't wait for me after 7 days, go back."

Speaking of this, Calvin turned over and dismounted, and after drawing his long sword from the saddle bag, he gave the following order to the soldiers.

"You want to go in alone? It's too dangerous!"

Mars immediately dissuaded him, and the soldiers also stared at Calvin's figure, hoping that he would withdraw his order.

"Do I need to repeat the order again?"

Calvin's movements were orderly. After hanging the long sword on his waist, he took out the dry food and water bags one after another.

During this period, he didn't even raise his head. He spoke lightly. Under the accumulated power over the years, Mars and others' breathing became slow, and they all knelt on one knee to show their submission.

"That's it. The war ahead is not yours. Just wait for me here, don't explore further."

After saying that, he carried the packed bag and walked towards the fallen forest, leaving the followers on the ground looking at each other with their heads down and hands hanging down.

The environment ahead became worse and worse. The primitive giant trees that fell radially outward had grown for thousands of years before experiencing this disaster.

The towering trees that several people hugged were common here and could be seen everywhere.

Calvin walked among these giant trees with a diameter of several meters and walked towards the central basin.

Yes, the basin.

The impact from the sky was like a comet creating the moon. Under the indescribable huge impact, the terrain here has been permanently changed.

This foreign object almost lost no mass in the atmosphere, and just released the mass and kinetic energy it carried on the earth.

The soil was as soft as water under the impact. While the huge kinetic energy cracked the plates deep in the mantle, the aftermath of the energy caused the compressed air to burn and spread to the surrounding area of ​​100 miles.

Calvin was standing on the edge of the basin at this time.

From the high point of the edge of this giant bowl, he could clearly see the center of the bottom of the bowl with his extraordinary vision.

There was the magma gushing out of the earth veins, which wrapped around his target of this trip:

A steel behemoth made of pure metal, five kilometers long and one kilometer wide;

One of the epitomes of the Empire's aviation technology and military technology;

The most commonly used naval weapon by the Imperial Navy and other military organizations;

The Moon-class cruiser, which is famous for its multi-functional combat use and modular low maintenance standards, and is the lifelong enemy of the Empire's enemies.

Well, looking at the miniature model of the Phalanx hanging on the bow of this steel Leviathan, and the towering church building behind the hull.

Calvin added another note to the back of this moon-class cruiser in his mind:

A battle barge belonging to an unknown sub-group of the Imperial Fists.

This is indeed the case. From the charred side deck of the battleship licked by flames, Calvin can still vaguely see a regiment mark he doesn't recognize:

An imperial eagle with flames all over its body, sitting on the sacred skull symbolizing human purity.

This is the regiment mark that has not been noted in the internal documents of the Inquisition that he read in his memory.

So this means that this unknown regiment did not survive to the era when Calvin was active.

A moon-class cruiser that fell on the surface for unknown reasons, a doomed regiment whose name is unknown, but in Calvin's eyes, it is doomed to perish.

This is the effective information he has collected now.

The overall condition of the battleship was relatively intact, and Calvin did not see any obvious deformation of its keel.

Except for the charred and dark red part of the outer deck where it was in contact with the magma, the complete armor belt and the fully equipped weapon array were all in place.

This was a battleship that was naturally captured by the gravity of the planet without any operation after the void shield was turned on.

In other words, it was not facing external threats, but more dangers may come from the inside.

The fall of the battleship happened more than ten days ago. The cumulus clouds in the sky have dissipated, and the dust in the air has long since fallen to the ground.

The soil around the battleship has long disappeared, and the magma surging from the ground has also been cold and hot, hot and cold, and I don’t know how many times it has been alternating.

Calvin took a deep breath facing the wind outlet, and the sulfide and unburned carbon monoxide in the air activated his superhuman organ.

The filtering and detoxification functions of the third lung and stone kidney were activated at the same time. Calvin, who was fully prepared, faced the inhuman living environment ahead. He jumped from the edge of the basin and stepped on the cooled part of the magma to jump and began his exploration journey.

Calvin's flexible body shuttled through large and small black basalts. Occasionally, flashes of light were refracted from these cooled rocks. It was the light of mineral crystals brought out by magma from the depths of the mantle.

The model of the Phalanx at the bow became more and more obvious, and the inscriptions on the dome and pillars of the church on the top of the ship were clearly visible.

In less than half an hour, Calvin had already traveled more than ten kilometers in this inhuman environment.

And in this uninterrupted jump and travel, he even had time to think.

There were no scars on the battleship from recent large-scale naval battles, so the problem was likely to come from the inside.

And if the threat was directed to the inside of the hull, from a safety perspective, he must ensure the concealment of his whereabouts.

Another five minutes passed.

Standing on the slightly tilted top of the cruiser after it fell into the magma, Calvin looked at the gap in the armor he carefully selected, and his mouth curled up slightly.

This was the credit of the general drawings of the Moon-class cruiser.

Every Moon-class cruiser is the same. If you want to inspect the light spear turret exposed to space in a vacuum environment, then the reserved channel for this unmanned mechanical arm is inevitable and must be placed near the light spear turret.

In a few seconds, he used the inferior steel sword in his hand to pry open the screws on the top deck.

Calvin stretched out his hand and grabbed the ceramic cover that was a palm thick, several meters square, and weighed nearly 3 tons. He lifted it up with the muscles of his body tensed, and then threw it to the ground in the distance.

Bang!

Elvis closed the hatch behind him, and then slid down the steel wall behind him and sat on the equally cold floor.

The life indicators in the servo flashed scarlet parameters, which not only proved that his life was running out, but also foreshadowed the failure of their entire battle group.

What can be done?

Elvis kept asking himself.

This is not his problem, and naturally it is not something he can solve.

Can the farmer who planted the original seed be blamed for the problem?

But Elvis couldn't let himself go. He remembered every brother who died in front of him:

He had completed his task according to the established surgical procedures, but the various mutations and distortions that occurred in the patient were what he had never expected.

He tried his best to solve the problem, but the effect was still minimal. All known technical means have been tried, but more mutations are still happening unstoppably.

He tried to seek help from the Chapter Master or higher-ups, but the mutation of the gene seed made the Chapter Master very secretive about his request and did not respond.

Yes, he calmed down and knew it.

If he really reported the mutation of the Chapter's gene seed as he wished, then what he would get would not be the help of the High Lords Council, but the encirclement and suppression of the Inquisition and other Chapters...

The High Lords Council could not be counted on.

Their Chapter from the 21st Founding of the Army was originally a transitional product.

Except for a small amount of supplies before the combat mission was issued, they had never received any resources from these imperial high-level officials.

What about the nominal mother group?

They could not be counted on either. The Imperial Fists had never even publicly acknowledged their relationship, and the Chapter Tournament of the Centennial Sword Covenant had never opened its heart to them.

This was a silent contempt, and as the only pharmacist in the Chapter, he might not be aware of the details.

But every time the base ship of the regiment passed by Terra, he could read a kind of sadness from the long gaze of the regiment commander on the Phalanx, a sadness that he didn't want to think about.

Ask them for help?

Elvis smiled, and the loudspeaker in the breathing space made a sharp sound under his stimulation.

If they really knew about the problem of gene seeds, I am afraid that this group of people would be the first to raise the butcher knife to them to ensure that the purity and holiness of the sons of Dorne would not be tainted?

"Brother! My dear, brother!"

In the small medical department lounge, Elvis looked at the flaming eagle mark on his body and cried softly.

And in the medical department hall separated from him by a wall, heavy footsteps were approaching...

Entering from the maintenance pipeline, Calvin, who crawled for a long time in the messy cables and equipment, finally walked out of a maintenance equipment room reserved for servitors.

Opening the dusty iron door, Calvin stuck his head out to observe the surrounding environment.

The main lighting equipment in the empty corridor has been turned off, and only the green indicator light is still working.

There was an uneasy atmosphere in the air in the distance. Occasionally, an unknown cable short-circuited, making a crackling sound of electric sparks in the quiet space.

Calvin took off his leather boots. The soles made of layers of cow horn slices were flexible enough, but they were still too conspicuous in this environment where the Emperor's Angels existed.

This was why Calvin was reluctant to bring his soldiers here.

In the face of the possibility of a confrontation with this group of supermen, the human body was too weak, and the common sense of human combat was no longer applicable.

Others did not know how abnormal the Leman Ear was when it was fully activated, but Calvin, as the original gene, knew it for sure.

Calvin stepped barefoot on the cold ceramic steel floor, his muscles exerted and relaxed in an orderly manner, and the feline-like exertion skills were reflected in him.

Every step he took was first touched by the heel, and then the soft and silent soles of the feet slowly twisted the floor in the air, and finally ended with the contact of the toes.

He was heading towards the bridge, where the most people were and where it was easiest to collect information.

He wanted to know what had happened here, and what was the reason that caused this battle barge belonging to the Astartes to fall from the sky to the earth in a martyr's suicide posture with its void shields fully activated.

The corridor of the main road was too dangerous, and Calvin was not eager to set foot in it. The cable channel separated by a wall from the main road was his route.

The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the exhaust valve and air filter are still working.

What happened on the main road, Calvin could not see for the time being. But the smell that could be smelled in the pipeline channel told him that a bloody killing had occurred here.

The maintenance of the pipeline channel is of a node nature. From the beginning of the design, it is arranged intermittently on both sides of the channel in the direction of the main road.

With no way to go, when Calvin saw the gate at the end of the pipeline, he knew that he was exposed to the view of the main road monitoring equipment and had no choice but to do so.

He turned over and crawled out of the pipe, then cautiously looked back at the main road in the direction he came from.

As expected, the bodies of the Astartes, the owners of these battleships, were sleeping peacefully on the steel floor.

"Um?"

With a rough sweep of his vision, Calvin was about to turn around and leave when the details of the information collected in his eyes flashed through his mind.

He turned his head again, walked slowly towards these Astartes warriors who had been dead for a long time, bent down and squatted down, and then carefully looked at the unusual features on these corpses.

"Mutation? Not chaos corruption! Primary? Mutation at the genetic level?"

He made a conclusion in his own mind, then reached out and took off the Mark IV helmet of an Astartes to confirm again.

"Yes, the genetic mutation of the original hair type. There is a high probability that there is something wrong with the gene seed..."

Calvin thought with a heavy heart.

This can explain why they disappeared and failed to survive until the 39th millennium when Calvin was active.

The mutations of gene seeds all have sufficient hysteresis.

Just like human cancer in the 2K era, when the mutation of the first seed is reflected in the warriors of the war group, it usually means that there is a problem with the entire war group.

But compared with cancer, which has no possibility of spreading due to the monolithic nature of human beings, once there is a problem with the seeds of the Chapter, it means the demise of the Chapter.

Calvin doesn't know the current situation of this chapter.

But he was still clear about the regulations governing Chapter seeds in the Codex Astartes.

After the era of the Great Heresy, there was a strong distrust of the Astartes warriors throughout the Empire.

Being under pressure in this aspect is also a painful lesson for the legion rebellion. The Primarch Robert Guilliman personally set up a mechanism for regular sampling of the Astartes Chapter's gene-seed.

In addition to the seed tax, this is one of the few obligations that the Astartes, as the highest force in the empire, cannot refuse.

To refuse is tantamount to rebellion.

As long as there is rebellion, it must be surrounded and killed.

Judging from the information that Calvin has received so far, the seed mutation of this war group has been extremely obvious, and it is impossible to pass the empire's random inspection.

Correspondingly, their fate of being wiped out of their serial numbers by the High Lords Council and the Tribunal of the Empire is equally inevitable.

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