Chapter 298 Meeting Witness

Chapter 298 Meeting, Seeing-Witness

"The Holy See, the distinguished guest has arrived, you need to go to receive him..."

The cardinal who was in charge of Saratan's work schedule whispered behind him, and his thoughts were interrupted by this voice.

In the silent hall, Saratan took a deep look at the holy bell for the last time, then stretched out his hand to throw the black cloak that spread to his waist behind him, and left the quiet holy relic hall without looking back.

The priests and machine slaves along the way knelt quietly at the feet of the saints' sculptures on both sides of the corridor under the dim candlelight.

Against the backdrop of their lowered heads, the old man was still leading his people with clean and powerful steps, walking towards the light outside the hall...

At the same time, in the sky several kilometers away, Calvin and others' airships were flying towards the core of the City of Grace.

In the distant surface direction, the signal lights on the highest apron of the Grace Cathedral could be clearly seen.

The escorting "Dagger" fighter planes piloted by the Imperial Navy shook their wings in a declarative manner as Calvin looked out the window, and then flew away in the dim light of the star that was about to sink into the ground.

"Let's go, it's time for us to leave too."

When the large transport boat stopped steadily on the empty field of the apron, Calvin nodded to the State Church envoy sitting in front of him, Cardinal Jane Harrington, and whispered to the Grey Knight standing behind him, then stood up and walked out.

The welcoming team has arrived. The Supreme Administrator, Cardinal Saratan of the Ophelia Star Region, stood at the front of the crowd as the host. The second row behind him was the Ultramarines, the captain of the Imperial Fists, and 6 senior sisters of the Battle Sisters.

Behind them, there was an entourage consisting of the State Church priests, the Astartes adjutants, and the nuns' followers.

The use of the psychic halo is for confidentiality purposes, but it is not necessary for the high-ranking officers and State Church priests present in the Empire.

Calvin waved his hand and dispersed the psychic aura.

His suffocatingly tall body, in the eyes of everyone full of shock, walked towards them with six guards of the Imperial Guard who arrived later, and the 14-member Honor Guard. (The Templar Honor Guard had a total of twelve members, three of whom died in the battle with the nameless planet Titan, and Allen Janus was later replaced. Together with the four sons of Calvin he brought as an envoy, the total number was 14.)

This was a scene that shocked everyone present. This was a scene that seemed to have walked out of an epic scene in the eyes of the two Astartes and their accompanying lieutenants.

If the Astartes warriors represent the ultimate imagination of humans about steel and muscle, then the larger body of the Primarch on this basis has only one meaning in the eyes of mortals and the Astartes themselves-inhuman.

Yes, when a three-meter-tall war machine wearing a full set of power armor and a helmet stands in front of mortals, if you feel shocked

Then, when you see another humanoid behemoth, whose body is nearly 3.7 meters long and whose size and weight are at least twice that of the former, walking towards you, all you can feel is the fear of facing inhumanity.

Because this has exceeded the possibility and imagination of humans to realize the highest potential of their own race, which is engraved in their genetic instincts.

"Emperor's blessing!"

Hornthorn's teeth chattered, and vague high Gothic words came out from the corners of his mouth.

He held the Roman broadsword at his waist with his right hand, and was shaking violently like his whole body.

His thoughts were confused by the visual impact, and for a moment he didn't know whether to accuse the other party of heresy or to acknowledge the other party's holiness.

Stuart was the same.

Born of the noble aristocratic bloodline on Terra, he grew up in the magnificent warrior hall on the Phalanx.

In his hundreds of years of life, Dorn's image was engraved in all spaces in his life, and also engraved in every detail of his memory and soul.

The memory of fighting side by side with the Gene Father is the genetic wealth of every Astartes warrior, and the reunion with the Gene Father is the expectation that every son of Dorn will never forget in his dreams.

What should the Primarch look like, and what characteristics should the Primarch have.

This kind of memory wealth, if it were other Second Creation or even Third Creation Chapters, might have been erased by time.

But they are different, they are the direct bloodline of Robert Guilliman, and the only Imperial Fist left of Rogal Dorn!

How could they not recognize the person in front of them, what kind of existence is he?

But how could they believe that in the post-Emperor era, there would be a Primarch who had never seen before, appearing in front of them openly? !

Their eyes wandered among Calvin and the Honor Guard behind him who were also not disguised, and a message that had always been vaguely known but never taken seriously rose from their hearts.

The name of the mysterious chapter and its meaning of existence were struggling violently to break through their self-isolated memories.

An impossible possibility finally rang in their minds amidst their uncontrollable horror.

"Grey Knights!"

"Yes! They are not exorcists, they are Grey Knights!"

The two blurted out their answers at the same time, and their eyes met in surprise.

"Their rumors are true!"

"And they also have a Primarch?"

"Why have we never seen him!"

"It's not just us! Why has he never shown up in the Empire?"

"And what role did they play in the Great Crusade?"

"Then where are their legions?"

All kinds of questions and confusions about the Gray Knights all collided in the eyes of two high-ranking officers from the founding chapter in a fleeting moment.

There was no time to communicate more possibilities and speculations, because that sacred and terrifying existence had already walked in front of them.

"You can inform your parent group about my existence."

Calvin nodded with Saratan, who was also shocked, and then walked towards the two giants who were obviously close to losing control.

After his huge body walked in front of the two century-old veterans, his inhuman tallness and burliness were even more vividly displayed.

Astartes' already extremely strong body looked like a completely different species compared to him. From the perspective that he needed to look up to maintain communication, he was forced to be commented on together with a more terrifying existence.

"There is no need to question my existence, for that is also the Emperor's will."

He looked down at the two Astartes who had just reached the lower edge of his breastplate, and there was an undeniable strength in his gentle voice.

The two veterans of the original battle group were shocked and confused. However, after hearing his voice and seeing the imperial guards following him behind him, they bowed and retreated quietly to show their obedience to his orders.

"I…………"

Hornthorne forced himself to calm down, and even more so, he forced the instinctive fear engraved deep in his genes.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and stood it on his chest.

Seeing the suddenly cold eyes of the honor guard behind Calvin, he forced his instinct and said to Calvin's eyes:

"I...can't question your existence, but as far as I am concerned, your authenticity must be proven by my defeat!"

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