Chapter 322 Accidents During the Voyage

"What is that?"

A ethereal warning like a whale song resounded through the bridge, and Commodore Philolens Felix was awakened from his work.

This ethereal sound did not seem to come from the mortal world. Although it was graceful, it was extremely dangerous:

In the ears of naval soldiers who had been sailing in the warp for many years, its danger was no less than the bright red warning representing overload on the Geller position status table at the stern.

Philolens opened his eyes hard, struggling to break away from the endless data in his brain like a tide, and looked at the crowd gathered at his feet.

"Calm down!" The corners of his mouth opened slightly, but the voice came from the loudspeaker at the top of the dome hall.

The officers on the bridge bowed to him one after another, and he temporarily slowed down the data flow from the battleship to his spine through the throne, and selectively magnified the information of the fleet ahead in his pupils.

In theory, all members of the bridge can view this information, but in fact, if anyone wants to do so, he can only come to the throne where the captain is and watch the battleship operation main screen that is synchronized with the captain's pupil.

This is the current situation. The position of the escort fleet in the fleet's navigation sequence is not important.

Although the officers on the bridge complained a lot for honor, since things cannot be violated, they are also happy to enjoy the occasional relaxation in the long and high-pressure work.

When the non-combat alarm from the front rang throughout the fleet, these senior officers could only come to the throne where the captain was without combat pressure, trying to understand as much as possible what was happening in front.

"What is that?"

Such doubts not only exist in the minds of officers of the Imperial Navy, but in fact, as the spearhead of the entire fleet, the Grey Knights on the Angel of Punishment are also confused.

At the end of the Horison section of the subspace voyage, according to the navigator's estimate before departure, they should be less than a week away from the Feldman system.

It was at this "ninety" of "a hundred miles and halfway", that the auspex of the Angel of Punishment obviously found something ahead of the channel, which is why such a severe alarm was issued.

The fleet's highest commander, Calvin, had received the alarm and was leaving his official residence and heading towards the front hall of the bridge.

The first person on duty, the temporary captain of the Angel of Punishment, Grey Knight Tibers, was repeatedly checking the data of the auspex with the help of a group of mortal officers, and was reluctant to give an effective solution.

"Your Majesty, what are you struggling with?

No matter what the damn accident was, isn't your first question to tell us the specific situation?

The Primarch is coming soon, you won't even want to tell him, right?"

Alan looked at the serious-looking officials and raised his own questions on behalf of the Grey Knights and the officials of the Inquisition on the ship.

This seemingly harsh urging and questioning was obviously appreciated by the Inquisitors and the Guards, and Tibers, who was questioned, also understood the contradiction through his own "reminder", and explained the specific situation in the expectation of everyone.

"The detection of the auspex shows that we will meet an "object" on the channel in half an hour, and the reflected projection obtained by the detection array shows that its mass is very large."

"Can't we dodge it?"

An Inquisitor asked, but then remembered that he was not carrying out a mission alone. It would take more than half an hour for a huge fleet to adjust its course in the subspace.

"Then, can we try to destroy it?"

New communication channels were constantly being connected above the bridge. On the screen belonging to the Weeper, the senior commander Van Vlies had obviously heard the previous discussion.

"You can consider... If the existing marching array remains unchanged, then there will be at least four nova cannons with effective firing ranges in the positive cross section, and at most six, which is enough to execute..."

Tibers nodded to this comrade-in-arms of the brother unit and gave him enough respect.

After a brief thought, he concluded that the positive cross section of the fleet could use firepower immediately. Just when he was about to affirm this plan, the detection feedback of the auspex array was refreshed again.

The fully updated data on the screen made Tibers stop talking. Under the gaze of everyone, he smiled bitterly and pointed at the red data highlighted by the servo in the middle of the screen and said:

"There is no possibility of destroying the target."

"Why?" Allen asked.

"Because it is too big! Destroying it will only create more trouble for the fleet's progress."

Without waiting for Tibers' explanation, Calvin's voice sounded from the back of the crowd.

The Primarch's voice was received by the officers on the bridge before his heavy footsteps. Everyone turned around excitedly and saw Calvin's iconic burly body, wearing gorgeous silver heavy armor, walking into the front hall of the bridge.

"Greetings to you! The newborn Silver Blade!"

"Good day! Your Excellency the Respected Grand Inquisitor!"

"Father!"

Under the greetings of the Astartes and Grey Knights, Calvin kept walking and nodded gently to everyone present.

There was a silver light flashing in his eyes, but it did not represent the thunder of anger;

The divine soul made his eyes full of unique emotions, making the people present, whether they were the Astartes and Grey Knights who greeted him loudly;

or those mortal crew members who were infected by his presence and were too excited to control themselves, feel that they were being watched gently.

Gentle, solemn, solemn, compassionate;

Pure, cold, clean and powerful.

He is like a silver moon under the starry sky, always acting as the projection of the sun in the darkness, giving the lost people the light of salvation;

He is also like the most penetrating ice spring, under the bone-chilling cold, the most unambiguous question about faith.

This is the first impression that Calvin gives to the mortals who are lucky enough to see him in daily life; it is also his increasingly obvious influence on the outside world since his second physical evolution.

Calvin did not care too much about such changes, or because of his understanding of the Primarch through the internal information of the Inquisition, he also knew that this was his gradual transformation from a mortal to an inhuman existence.

Since you can't avoid it, just enjoy it.

The tall silver giant is still moving forward, and the crowd along the way is like a disturbed lake. Whether it is the Grey Knights or the mortal crew, they all kneel down in unison to perform the Imperial Eagle Salute.

The entire bridge seemed to be endowed with more exciting emotions after Calvin's arrival. The crowd was welcoming the arrival of the Primarch with suppressed excitement, and the entire space seemed to be endowed with brighter colors.

On the high platform, Tiberus looked at Calvin's figure from a distance, shook his head and smiled bitterly at the impact he had on him.

The Primarch's growth was getting faster and faster, and this innate personal charm was so strong that some veterans within the regiment were not confident about how to ensure that the Primarch maintained normal admonitions.

Yes, who can refuse such a person? But it is precisely such a precious person, how can he not have an objective view of the world, and be surrounded by flattery and unprincipled submission every moment?

Someone must stay calm!

Someone must be loyal to the Primarch, humbly and truthfully maintain his own views!

Tiberus secretly encouraged himself, but when the silver demigod stepped onto the bridge and faced the familiar, sacred face, he still fell sadly.

"My Lord!"

Tibers and his heavy Terminator armor knelt on one knee, knocking on the deck of the bridge with a heavy sound.

Well, it seems that this veteran finally chose to follow his inner thoughts and express his truest emotions to his legion master.

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