Chapter 221: Reunion, Meeting with Allies Again

The war in the occupied zone ended.

As the Soul Redeemer and the Star Labyrinth packed up, they began to return to Orpheus.

The edge of Lyak, which they had to pass through, was still in full swing.

The Soul Redeemer was a lively scene before entering the warp.

Calvin's return was not only a great encouragement to the new "Sons of the Legion", but also the veterans saw the hope of the development of the regiment and the sacred mission.

The members of the Honor Guard stood far away from the barracks, watching Jules and Gavins greet the crowd brought by Calvin, and there was no sound for a long time.

They were a little hesitant about their mission, and their position in front of the newborn sons of Calvin now seemed a little awkward.

But the connection and assimilation of the soul cannot be faked. After talking to the two high-level legions for a few words, Calvin turned his eyes to the veterans standing quietly in the corner.

The connection of the soul was established again in silence, and Calvin's heart had grown a lot, and now he also had the heaviness and warmth of being an elder.

"Everything is fine?"

"Ahem...all fine."

Through the crowd, Calvin communicated with other personnel while talking to these champion swordsmen on the psychic channel.

The Honor Guard is no longer the twelve-man establishment when it was first established. After the losses in previous battles, there are only eight people, including Gavins.

Three of them were killed in battle, and Calvin witnessed it with his own eyes; and the remaining one died in the long wait in the Orpheus battle.

The veterans' thoughts were not hidden, and Calvin saw through them;

And Calvin's thoughts were not reserved for them, and he was open to them in all aspects.

"Don't worry about it, I have no right to decide for the other veterans of the regiment. But I will definitely come back, so be prepared. As long as the war here is over, I will prepare the transformation ceremony for you when I return to Titan."

"Your will!"

The remaining seven champion swordsmen finally stopped worrying. Since they still wanted to follow Calvin's footsteps, what was there to be reluctant about giving up the dignity of veterans and becoming a member of Calvin's son?

Their Primarch had already made the choice for them, so they just had to calm down and wait.

The champion swordsmen received a satisfactory reply and disappeared silently in the corner of the barracks.

And Galvin had to stop his steps to the bridge, and turned to the flight deck at the prompt of Tiberus in the direction of the bridge.

According to his prompt, the captain of the Minotaur Chapter, an ally who had been working hard in this operation, was coming.

Galvin also had a different feeling for this Astartes warrior who was considered an alternative "immortal" in a sense.

Three thousand years passed in a flash in Galvin's eyes, leaving no trace on him.

But in the eyes of the captains who trusted him and entrusted his entire life to him, it might be the other side of time that they could never reach in their lifetime.

The war of the empire never stopped, and the battles faced by the chapter never stopped.

Thousands of years are enough to completely change a country, let alone an Astartes Chapter?

Calvin knew without thinking that the top leaders of other warbands were definitely not the same as before.

And this orphan of the Iron Warrior, whose distinctive personality had left a deep impression on Calvin, was the only old man Calvin knew.

He had to give this loyalist enough respect.

Whether it was for the diplomatic needs between the two warbands or for the unchanging loyalty of this loyal ally over thousands of years.

All of the above deserved Calvin's warmest response to Moloch.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing Calvin's familiar white clothes from afar, Moloch's three-meter-tall bronze body, who had just stepped off the Storm Eagle gunboat, instantly quickened his pace and left behind his followers.

When he strode to the taller Calvin and knelt on one knee, his chief priest Ivanus, with the same slow steps that had never changed for thousands of years, had just stepped down from the gangway.

"The Emperor bless you!"

Under the helmet of Ivanus' white skull, his eyes widened in disbelief.

What did he see?

His warband leader, who was as burly as a god of war, actually met a big guy who was two heads taller than him and twice as big as him?

And he was not wearing armor, just the height of his body?

His warband leader, who was sitting on the bronze throne like a god and almost eternal, was kneeling on one knee for him?

"The empire is dead?"

Ivanus, who didn't know what day it was, couldn't hold it anymore. His taciturn but authoritative personality collapsed in an instant. He asked the Grey Knight beside him in a lost voice.

"I-allow-you-to-say-it-again."

A cold and calm voice came from behind the Holy Shield Crusader Helmet in front of Ivanus, and the crackling Heavenly Punishment Stand Halberd was slowly clenched by the Grey Knight who was welcoming him.

It seemed that he would stab the ally in front of him in the next second.

Even if it was the ally who welcomed his own Primarch back, he could only allow one chance to speak out of turn!

"Sorry, I said something wrong."

Ivanus gave in and stopped trying to maintain his public persona. The Grey Knights in front of him reminded him that these special Astartes were different from those he had seen before.

In front of these "fellows" who were rumored to have extremely noble bloodlines, his public persona did not bring the usual benefits.

The huge body of Moloch in the distance had been lifted up by Calvin's hands, and he was walking to the back of the crowd with his hands.

Eager to catch up with the team, Ivanus did not ask any more questions, but quickened his pace and joined the crowd.

"You have worked hard!"

Calvin held Moloch's hand and said sincerely.

This kind of words had been complained and disliked by him countless times in the movies and TV shows he had seen in his previous life;

But when he really sat in this position, he realized that if he wanted to express the deepest emotions with the simplest words, he really had no choice.

He didn't feel anything about the three thousand years of perseverance, but because he didn't feel anything, he felt more indebted to these allies who had experienced a long wait.

"Uh... Your Highness, have you worked hard?"

Moloch's memory of him still remained in the image of the awe-inspiring man who wanted to kill him at any time three thousand years ago.

This "half-immortal" didn't feel much about the passage of time:

When Calvin reappeared, he felt relieved that a promise he had made was fulfilled, and only had the fear of seeing his parents after an exam.

But the latter was obviously not as severe as he imagined. Calvin now had a holistic mindset and no longer needed to use force to establish his authority.

Be it power or military might.

Now, whether he has the right to speak within the imperial power system or the allies he has cultivated in the Astartes,

they all allow him to confidently have an equal dialogue with any force.

Since Calvin, who was gradually opening up his situation, no longer had the need to confirm his status, he would not easily show his wrath to his allies.

"Hahahahaha... Come on, tell me about your development over the years!"

Reminded by Moloch's answer, Calvin laughed heartily when he thought of the classic dialogue during the military parade in his previous life.

Then he pulled the huge body of the minotaur leader away with his inhuman strength without saying anything.

Under the latter's puzzled gaze, he led the crowd to the depths of the Soul Redeemer...

The idea is quite interesting, and those who are interested can take a look.