Chapter 181 Conversation, Each Party’s Situation.

"Let's first report on the situation of our respective battle groups."

In the small conference room and storage room, after everyone found a few ammunition boxes and sat down, Calvin in the middle said to the three of them.

"Let me tell you about the situation here first. Regarding the gene seeds in your hands, I can purify most of them. But I can't guarantee your soldiers."

After he finished speaking, the three Chapter Masters present fell into a brief silence.

"What is the result of failure? Can they still serve the Chapter?" The Chapter Master of the Lamenters was the first to ask.

This is the case with the descendants of Sanguinius. They would rather value the living comrades around them than precious gene seeds.

Although the other chapter leaders remained silent, their eyes could still see the concern for their own members.

"The result of failure..."

Calvin lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and smiled bitterly:

"The reason why I can purify their mutations is due to the special nature of my spiritual energy. And if it is an individual with too severe alienation, under the effect of my spiritual energy infusion, it is most likely because there are too many purified parts in the body, directly Burned to death..."

As if he was afraid of not being intuitive enough, Calvin simply stood up, stretched out his palm under the gaze of everyone, and released spiritual energy in his palm.

A spherical white-gold light bloomed in his palm. The energy contained in that light ball was so rare, but the will within it was so clear.

Order and redemption, the appeal of this will is so strong and clear.

Even without psychic talent, the three of them were suffering from the "squeaking" pressure of spiritual pressure on their brain stems, but they could clearly feel the harsh taste.

"I probably understand your power..." Adelaide of the Fire Eagle put down the hands covering her head and said with lingering fear.

A primarch dominated by psychic powers! Is this the emperor's will?

what does that mean? what is this?

Others may be confused by the current state of psykers active in various units across the Empire.

But all Astartes warriors clearly know the contents of the "Nikaea Agreement" that has existed since the Great Crusade!

That was a sacred act led by the Emperor himself, witnessed by all the Primarchs, High Lords and representatives from all over the Empire!

Even with that one's rebellion, the laws of the Great Crusade era have been invalidated one after another, and the sacred Nikaea Agreement exists in name only.

But the attitude of the Astartes towards psykers has never fundamentally changed!

The Empire may have relaxed its use of psykers as a last resort, but that has never meant a fundamental change in its attitude towards psykers!

But if we think logically, what is Calvin? Who is the Gray Knight behind him?

Is this the return of the Thousand Sons? Or is another Magnus rising again?

The twenty-first sacred Primarch, created by the Emperor himself in the 39th millennium and an important cornerstone of the future of the Imperium, was a psyker?

Is this a change in attitude towards psykers from the Emperor himself?

So if this is the case, where should these products of the old age without psychic powers go?

And at the end, they were even more frightened but did not dare to question Calvin’s words face to face:

If you fall, who will restrict your existence...

Even they are not qualified to think about this kind of national issue, and they dare not think about it, but the facts before them force them to think about it.

The air in the conference room became eerily quiet, but neither Calvin's side nor the three representatives of the Astartes Chapter had the intention or time to pay attention to these minor issues.

Calvin is not in a hurry to ask them to express their stance, but the three chapter leaders know that their stance today will have an irreplaceable impact on the future destiny of the empire...

Time passed by minute by minute, and the three chapter leaders were thinking rapidly.

Too many accidents led to their current situation. The choice at hand seems simple, but the subsequent impact will affect the fate of the entire empire.

They have thousands of reasons to put pressure on themselves, but they don’t have much time left to think.

"Tell us about the Gray Knights? If possible, we would like to know more details about this force."

The Chapter Master of the Lamenters was the first to find the right idea. Only by understanding the reason why the Emperor established this force can they put aside their concerns.

Calvin looked at the other two chapter leaders with a smile and did not rush to respond.

He couldn't take any initiative in this meeting, otherwise if anyone in the later recollections concluded that he had induced the situation, the seeds of doubt would have dire consequences.

"Yes, please tell me about the Gray Knights." The other two chapter leaders also responded:

If the Emperor believes that the existence of this force is necessary and there is no risk of losing control, then they have no reason to worry.

"Yes, but you can only hear what you can hear." Calvin said cautiously.

He would not allow any core information that could reverse the establishment of the Gray Knights Chapter to leak out. During these days when he was an enemy of the gods, he understood that once something was said, there was no question of whether it would be leaked or not.

"As ordered." The three of them looked at each other and said in unison.

Calvin sorted out his thoughts, then cleared out the specific information about the Gray Knights, leaving only the parts that could be explained.

"The Grey Knights were established by the Emperor himself, and are a special force designed to target the invasion of the Warp. The selection criteria are based on the ability to firmly control psychic energy. Our genetic seeds come directly from the Emperor himself, and our spirits are extremely pure. In the nearly ten thousand years of fighting against Chaos, no one of us has ever fallen!"

"No one has ever fallen?" The three asked at the same time.

"Yes," Calvin said seriously and word by word, looking into the other's eyes: "The Imperial Inquisition has detailed records. We have never had a single person fall."

A relationship with a bond of interest is more real than a false promise. This is the political wisdom that every high-ranking member of the war group must learn as a leader. However, no matter how real the promise is, it cannot compare to the reality Calvin puts in front of them.

It is not a promise, nor is it a boast. It is a real and literal fact that no one has fallen.

They wanted to deny it, but facts are more powerful than any language.

"Then I have no doubts." It was still the commander of the Weepers who took the lead in expressing his opinion.

He glanced at the other two chapter leaders, and then said:

"I brought 500 gene seeds this time, which is half of my chapter's inventory. The remaining seeds will be in place within the month. There are a total of 912 soldiers, and there are 300 new recruits undergoing transformation. Except for two non-commissioned officers who are now serving in the Death Watch and cannot be contacted in time, all members are in place."

Adelaide followed closely and reported the status of the chapter.

Unlike the Weepers who were limited by poverty and caution and had to store their gene seeds in batches; the Fire Eagles had strong confidence in their interstellar fortresses:

"The four large berths on the Raptor Fortress are now full, and all the chapter's outbound combat barges have been recovered. The entire regiment has 975 active personnel, 1,200 gene seeds, and 100 new recruits undergoing transformation. All members are in place."

As he finished speaking, everyone in the room turned their eyes to the Tauren Chapter Leader Moloch, who had been silent.

This mysterious Astartes seemed different from the other two, and was born in the last few hundred years.

There was a strange smell on him, which attracted Calvin's attention as soon as he entered the door.

It was a smell different from the new Astartes in the post-Imperial era. Calvin had only felt similar feelings on the Black Templars who passed by during his decades as the castle lord, but it was much weaker than that on Moloch.

"My chapter is in a special situation at the moment." This giant, who was extremely tall among the Astartes and nearly three meters tall in armor, said in a low voice in an uncharacteristic way. His entanglement also made the people present more curious about what he would say next.

"The gene seed of my chapter is not from a single source."

Once Moloch opened his mouth, he could no longer stop. And what he said next suffocated everyone.

"We inherited the seeds of the rebellious primarchs Angron and Perturabo respectively. And in the past few decades, the former has been cleaned up by me due to his excessive rebellious tendencies and uncontrollable rage."

"Emperor!" The head of the Weepers exclaimed.

This calm conversation was indeed filled with a strong smell of blood! If they understood correctly, it meant that at least hundreds of Astartes died in the internal cleansing! If the Inquisition knew about this, the incident itself would be enough to be called a serious rebellion!

"Also, the rest of the people have problems with their brains."

Morlock looked up at Calvin, as if he was evaluating whether the Primarch would kill him here if he finished what he was going to say, and whether he would be able to escape alive...

"Go on..." Calvin's voice was rarely cold.

Although he was not angry, people who knew him knew that this was a precursor to Calvin's real killing intention.

"When the Mechanicus collected Perturabo's gene seed, they took a sample from my body. After that, the gene seed had an accident, and all the existing recipients lost their self-awareness and became part of me. And I, from the former Fourth Legion. 33rd Battalion. 103rd Company, formerly known as Metalos Morax, was a company commander and was responsible for the siege vanguard."

"Emperor!" This time, everyone present exclaimed.

Calvin felt that his experience was bizarre enough, but in front of this orphan from the Legion era, it was still a little insufficient?

"So?" Calvin was the first to recover from the shock. He was keenly aware of the problem:

"They have completely lost their consciousness?" Calvin asked.

This is difficult. If they have completely lost their consciousness, then after Calvin cleared the original consciousness, is there only an empty shell left there?

He looked at the warrior in front of him, whose original name was Morax and now was Moloch, and asked: "Then what is your request here? We can't solve your problem, and in a sense, we don't have to solve it. You don't have to come."

"Elvis's badge." Moloch was honest. He said straightforwardly in a style that matched his background:

"The secrets of my regiment are only known to the High Lord Council, and the information is extremely confidential. Others have no way to find it, and the Inquisition can't do it. But once that badge appears, I know that if you have the authority to see the Imperial Guard, then my secret is theoretically not a secret."

"So what is your purpose for coming here?"

Calvin slowly stood up. He was 3.4 meters tall without armor and his measurements were huge, more than two times bigger than the tallest Morlock on the scene when he was wearing armor.

The huge, substantial pressure made the people present suddenly realize what kind of existence they were talking to.

Calvin's face turned black, as if he had smelled something bad. These brave guys always had strange ideas. Who knows if this guy is going to destroy...

"Let's see if it's true. It mainly depends on whether we can beat them. If we can't beat them, we will participate. If we can beat them, we will..."

Morlock looked at Calvin's completely black face and felt the murderous intent of a Primarch at close range. He decided to swallow the rest of the sentence permanently and never say it again.

This ruthless man who was also famous in the Imperial Chapter and would surely rise if nothing unexpected happened also wiped his sweat off his forehead.

There is no other reason. When facing a person who can beat you head-on and you can't beat him or run away, most people will feel great pressure...

"It's wonderful!"

Calvin's voice couldn't help but cause psychic fluctuations. He turned around twice, and then raised his hand to Morlock who closed his eyes and waited for death in the horrified eyes of the others.

"The blood of Perturabo has never let me down!"

His roar resounded in the small conference room. The huge sound waves accompanied by psychic fluctuations made the Eldar pioneers who were following several astronomical units away feel the horror.

The two people in the spirit bone spaceship looked at each other in disbelief after a flash of fluctuations. Is this the gene primarch?

It's not that there are no people who have survived the Great Crusade era in their long lifespans, but other primarchs don't have such a strong aura when they get angry, right?

"The prophets just want to send this kind of thing away without knowing it?" Aqua asked Theresa mockingly, and the latter was also speechless. Obviously, this kind of thing has obviously exceeded the ability of an Ark Eldar.

The meeting room was in a mess. Four Astartes who turned on their magnetic boots and barely stood still, the rest of the debris had been pushed to the corner under Calvin's anger.

The two chapter leaders were lucky to be the first people in thousands of years to clearly feel the anger of the Primarch up close.

The ancient fear was expressed at the genetic level, and these warriors, while trembling all over, loudly dissuaded, also recalled the ruthless man in the Black Templar who had faced the Primarch.

If you haven't seen it, you really don't know what kind of fear this person faced back then!

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