Chapter 186: New Arrival, Misplaced Time.

Daily Thought: Meeting each other may not be acquaintance.

"Well, whose father?"

After his sudden appearance, Calvin subconsciously asked the source of the voice.

Unfortunately, his question was destined to be unanswered, and the only response was the rain of violent arrows from the Chaos Space Marines who were watching.

At the same time, Adranor, who felt something was wrong with his huge body and the shield he casually propped up, retreated instead of advancing amid the shouts and looked at Calvin's direction with a serious face.

The instinctive sense of crisis was so painful that it made its muscles straighten and even the scales on its neck stood up.

"No! There is something wrong with this human!"

It decisively decided to sell these allies to test Calvin's quality. It retreated to a fairly safe distance and then observed carefully.

This caution undoubtedly prolonged its life.

Because the following scene proved that its instinct was effective, and it also prevented it from dying unclearly like those low-level slaves.

The psychic shield held up by one hand blocked nearly a hundred rounds of explosives from the two teams, and Calvin did not even take a step back.

Calvin calmly looked at the Astartes charging and shooting at him.

Until the dense floating warheads in front of him began to block his vision, he waved his hand and crushed them into a ball of red metal in the continuous implosion.

After dealing with these warheads, the first batch of Astartes warriors had already rushed to the front.

It was not until this time that these guys who were overwhelmed by hormones belatedly noticed Calvin's burly figure.

"Gene origin..."

In the fearful pupils of the leading sergeant, Calvin stretched out his hand to him more and more. And the word in his mouth was stuck in his throat forever...

Puff!

Calvin ignored the opponent's moves with inhuman agility, and directly stretched out his hand through the gap between the sergeant's sword and hand, crushing his head and the helmet inlaid with purple gemstones.

After wiping his chest armor casually, he raised the sergeant's neck guard with his backhand, and before the latecomers could react, he threw the nearly ton-weight body as a weapon.

The two latecomers were hit by the huge force carried by the corpse, and they flew backwards with their bodies. Judging from their collapsed chest armor, they were already in danger.

"Lord Adranor! Please help..." The traitor who reacted called for help from Adranor who was still watching the battle.

But the Khorne demon who had just been showing off his power was unaware of it, like a bronze sculpture, standing firmly in place despite his calls.

Adranor was certainly not in a daze.

In its animal eyes that had shrunk into a vertical slit, it witnessed how Calvin turned into a white ghost, shuttled through the crowd, tore the armor of these traitors who could not even catch his shadow, and then strangled the lives of them through the steel.

In a few breaths, this twelve-man Astartes team was easily slaughtered.

If it weren't for the ceramic steel fragments and the legion marks on them scattered around, you couldn't even imagine their existence.

Today's Calvin is different from the past. After his body evolved once in the device left by the Necromancer in the star, it has barely reached 40% of the strength of the Holy Blood Cell.

What does this mean?

Taking the Emperor as the benchmark, the absolute strength doubles for every 30% increase in the theoretical value.

Then his pure physical strength at this time has reached more than one-eighth of the Emperor's lower limit.

If this kind of physical strength is placed in the era of the Great Crusade when many heroes emerged, Calvin can probably replace a certain Primarch who is obsessed with "sending" and become the weakest of the many Primarchs - the shame of the Primarch in short.

But in today's galaxy, Calvin is a well-deserved demigod walking on earth!

But this is not enough to deter a Khorne demon!

The real reason why Adranor stayed where he was was not his seemingly overwhelming physical strength, but the psychic power that Calvin did not use throughout the whole process.

Yes, Calvin, who had just arrived, did not want to make too much noise, so he chose a simple but bloody physical extermination. But this did not prevent him from using psychic energy as a threat to deter the actions of the demon.

He was like a big cat, wantonly venting his killing skills in front of a highly nervous mouse, and did not forget to use his eyes to warn the other party that he was always watching it.

The killing was over, but Adranor still held the giant sword in his hand and did not move. It knew clearly that the battle just now seemed fierce, but in fact it was no different from a fight.

As long as it dared to move a little, the other party would immediately tear through the space and appear above its head, and then kill it with a thunderbolt that had been accumulated for a long time.

But it was not possible not to move, the battle was over, and there was not much time left for it. If he was beaten back to his home in the subspace, he would never be able to raise his head in front of his colleagues in the future.

Move! Must move! Die in battle!

Thinking of this, Adranor finally got rid of Calvin's psychological suggestion.

It forcefully broke through Calvin's suppression, and after spitting out large mouthfuls of sulfurous blood, the projection of Khorne finally found itself again.

"Praise my God, the Lord of War! Praise my Lord, the God of Blood and Killing! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skulls to the Skull Seat!"

With a revived wild laughter, the goat horns on Adrano's head and the ring-headed giant sword in his hand pointed to the sky again, and then launched a fatal charge against Calvin!

Buzz!

Calvin did not fight the demon at the first time, but broke through the space and appeared in front of the still sluggish Taros.

He reached out and snatched the two-handed sword from Taros's hand, and then made a sword flower with one hand.

The heavy broadsword is thick and wide, and the steel crystals are transparent and fine with exquisite casting technology. It is the pinnacle of science and technology in the Great Crusade era, and it is also the standard of officers of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

Except that the mark in the center of the sword jaw was deliberately erased, the rest of the details are exactly the same.

"Good sword!" Calvin praised loudly.

Then, in Taros's puzzled expression, he did not activate the decomposition force field on the sword. Just attach the psychic energy to it, and let the greatsword immerse in the blazing spiritual flame.

Then, in Taros's horrified expression, he turned around and slashed at the great sword of the demon Adranor!

Boom!

Between Adranor who flew over and Calvin who stood in place, the terrifying blood-colored psychic energy and the platinum-colored power of order collided head-on!

The huge shock wave was like a ring, spreading out from the two people as the center. The surrounding building debris was also ravaged again under such impact.

Taros, who was one step away, was saved by Calvin's psychic power, but the weightlessness and dizziness still made him vomit.

Blood from his fingers kept flowing out of his ears, making it difficult for this Astartes warrior who was the strongest among his colleagues to maintain his balance. He could only squat on the ground in pain.

He closed his eyes and crawled towards the low wall behind him to avoid the next aftermath. But until he groped for the bricks and tiles of the low wall, the expected impact did not come.

"Your sword, soldier. It's okay, open your eyes."

After Calvin destroyed Adranor's power head-on and completely annihilated it, he said to the Astartes behind him.

The voice with psychic power was directly transmitted into Taros's mind, making him subconsciously obey Calvin's will.

But in his field of vision, he could not see any trace of the demon just now, only a pile of burning embers in front of Calvin was still emitting green smoke.

"It's over... Shit!" He subconsciously turned to the mysterious figure beside him, but the face of Calvin he saw shocked him.

Isn't this the Grey Knight he met on the battlefield of the ruins of the nameless planet before?

Why is he here? How can he confront the demon head-on?

No! Why does he smell different! Why has he grown taller again!

This body shape! This feeling!

Talos almost thought that his nerves were damaged, otherwise how could he think that this existence with the same height and feeling as the Primarch is a genetic Primarch?

No! He shook his head, letting the wound in his ear canal stimulate his mind with severe pain again.

He threw his previous ridiculous logic aside and forced himself to focus on the most critical issue first.

No matter what the reason is, no matter what he is! The previous battle with him in the Chaos Warband must not be known!

If the executioner of the Inquisition knew that he had once joined Chaos, he would be like the pile of ashes under Calvin's feet, and would be killed by Calvin without any chance to quibble.

"You don't look well, soldier. Do you need my help?" Calvin said softly to the Astartes with a strong face in front of him.

He urgently needed to know when and where he was now after the time travel.

And the strange Death Watch in front of him was his only clue.

"I'm fine, sir. If you have any questions, please ask as soon as possible. This was once our salient, but the flank has been lost, and there is little point for us to stay here."

Talos responded to Calvin subconsciously, and he instinctively skipped the identity confirmation process and put Calvin in the position of a superior.

He made up his mind that as long as the battle was over, he would leave. Whether he won or lost, he would be considered to have fulfilled his obligations.

Now he has no faith, and he doesn't care about anyone except his group of old brothers.

"Then let's go, soldier. We'll talk on the way." Calvin's face did not move, and he put these details aside for the time being.

His top priority now was to confirm his position and find out which war zone he was in.

The abnormal behavior of this Death Watch was not in his priority sequence.

"As you command!" Talos bowed his head and replied. He turned around and picked up his helmet from the ground and put it on, trying to avoid looking directly at Calvin.

Although he knew that he had not revealed his appearance in front of Calvin, he still tried to reduce the exposure of his details as much as possible just in case.

The two walked out of the ruins through a large area of ​​broken bricks and tiles.

Along the way, Talos picked and chose from the dead Chaos Star Warriors and put the usable ammunition around his waist.

This was a habit he had left behind in the first few years when he became a traitor.

Without the stable supply of the Empire, this group of pathetic wanderers was like this.

In the days when even a glass of clean water had to be snatched, Talos, like a stray dog, did not miss any resources that could be replenished in order to survive.

Calvin did not stop his behavior, but just observed Talos' every move with interest.

This strange death watch gave him a strange sense of familiarity. But he was sure that there was no trace of this person in his memory.

"Soldier, what is your name?" Calvin asked.

"Taros, you can call me that."

Taros said as he put away the last explosive bomb and pulled out a monomolecular dagger from the corpse.

He walked towards Calvin and inserted the dagger into the scabbard on the side of his thigh.

His own dagger had been lost before, and although this one was not as good as his collection, he had to make do with it.

"Your origin... Oh, sorry. I forgot that you were a Black Shield."

Calvin said halfway, and then he found the characteristics of the Black Shield from the pure black on Taros's shoulder armor.

"It's okay, sir. You can ask anything except this." Taros whispered.

"Okay, I respect your privacy. So what time is it now and where are we?"

Calvin followed suit and asked the question he cared about most.

"You don't know?" This was Taros' turn to be surprised.

He expected Calvin might ask about the location here, but he didn't expect that the other party couldn't even be sure of the time.

"There is no concept of time in the subspace. After I come out, I need to confirm it again."

Calvin lied seriously, as if his arrival was really the product of a teleportation accident.

"I understand, sir! The time now is Imperial calendar 753.M39. This is the outer edge of the Orpheus sector, the edge of the Lyak sector. We are now fighting in the occupied area."

Taros's voice was like a flash of lightning, which surprised and relieved Calvin.

He was surprised that he had deviated so far from his original position and crossed half of the sector to the rear of the enemy-occupied area; he was also surprised that it had been ten years since he went there and back.

But it was still fortunate that at least he was not completely out of this crucial battle.

Ten years is enough to change too many things, but for a sector-level battle, it is just a halftime break.

"Are there still resistance forces here now?"

Calvin broke away from his thoughts and continued with the topic just now.

Ten years have passed since he left Orpheus, and the fall of Lyak was before that.

He was surprised at the tenacity of the local resistance, and was curious about how the locals persisted in the fire of resistance under the pressure of the Chaos army.

"Of course! The loyal people of the empire never give up." Talos said something that made him feel uncomfortable.

Especially the word "loyalty", which seemed so ironic to him.

In order to avoid Calvin's misunderstanding, he added:

"But not as many as you think. Most of the locals have been captured as slaves. Most of the existing resistance fighters are like me, who came from external support before the fall."

"I see. So where are we going now?" Calvin said he understood and asked Talos who was leading the way.

"Gabriel, sir. That was a secret outpost of the local defense army and our previous camp. I want to go back and see how many people came back alive, and then decide where to go next."

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