Chapter 333 Between Descendants

"Naturally, yearning... and looking forward to it."

The night before the arrival of the Primarch, deep inside the main body of the huge fortress complex on Titan II.

Two sons of Calvin were in the preparation hall underground in the fortress, enjoying their precious private time after a whole day of training.

One of the young men, wearing a linen robe, was holding his shoulder armor and repeatedly examining it under the lamp. After confirming with satisfaction that there were no scratches, he carefully applied a layer of holy oil to it and then gently wiped it.

The other young man had a slightly different attitude towards equipment. He had already given his armor to the servitor to take care of.

He himself was using a dagger to cut and axe runes on the granite slab mined from the surface (just like a poor author sitting in front of a computer to code) to show his not-so-rich literary talent.

"Huh!" Blowing off the debris on the slab, Russell examined his work with satisfaction, but then hesitated about his choice of words.

"Hey! Brother. Help me see."

He said to the little Calvin who was still working on the armor behind him.

He and the guy next to him were the first batch of recruits on the mother planet Titan, but because of the different sources of conscription, the little Calvin from Terra and Russell who came down from the black ship in the Ultramarine had completely different destinies and personalities shaped by these circumstances.

Little Calvin's fate is self-evident:

Brave, loyal, well-educated, knowledgeable and with a big picture view.

Born into a Terran noble family, he has participated in the training of Astartes since he was a child. If it weren't for the arrogance of his father and brother in the family, his evaluation should have been followed by some suffixes such as enthusiasm, cheerfulness, and responsibility.

But his brother destroyed it all with his own hands.

The ancestors fought for the empire for thousands of years, and countless bloodshed and sacrifices were no longer recognized by the empire.

The surviving members of the family were also exiled to distant war fronts because of their crimes.

The glory of Sutherland in this world has faded, and only an orphan is fighting for it.

The future is uncertain, and there is no way back. The sudden bad news made the young Sutherland grow up overnight.

The change in the environment around him made him restrain his innocence and enthusiasm, and only had to be more strict with himself in training.

The strong talent plus this hidden inferiority shaped his strong will and the ability to match it. Among the recruits from Terra, he is the natural leader.

Russell is just the opposite:

Born in the Loyalty Academy, his parents died when he was young, and his only brother died in the borderland of Ultramar before he came of age.

But because of the attention of his academy, he had an unexpectedly warm childhood.

It was an extremely remote star region, and the Loyalty Academy to which it belonged was not valued by the Empire.

The instructor was his brother's comrade-in-arms and treated him like a family member;

His classmates had the same background as him, and there was no competitive interest in the background of not being valued by the governor of the star region, and there was also a warmth between them that was unimaginable to the outside world.

In this environment, Russell's personality development was much healthier than that of little Calvin. His mature and generous style of doing things made him have an excellent reputation among the students from outside Terra.

The two have very different styles and have a strong influence on the recruits. In several confrontations representing their respective camps, they also admire each other's character.

They are natural partners, because both of them are smart and know that forming cliques is the most stupid behavior, and they have the obligation to bridge the relationship between the two groups.

They are also the closest competitors to each other, because only in this way can they prove that their own path is the right one.

"Okay..." Little Calvin turned his head and gave his evaluation after carefully observing it.

"Oh? Then I'll take a look..."

Russell picked up the dagger and devoted himself to carving the stone slab again.

He has enough confidence in Little Calvin's aesthetics, but the other party's wording is not so direct, and often requires him to "translate" it again.

Usually, the former's "okay" means "needs to be improved"...

This set of stone slabs is Russell's carefully prepared personal biography. He hopes that after he dies in battle, these things can faithfully record his life and accompany him in the underground city of the dead for a long time.

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One day later, the fleet that Calvin was in jumped out from Manzeville Point. After sending out a psychic key of a specific wavelength, the Angel of Punishment led the fleet through the heavy fog of war outside Titan II and appeared in the berth above the starport on time.

Thousands of Grey Knights marched in formation like sculptures made of steel, holding halberds, until they stopped below the starport.

The cold wind blew across the pale and desolate plain, whistling and trying to take away everything that passed by, but the Grey Knights stood on both sides of the avenue, motionless, with only the cloaks behind them fluttering in the wind.

"How long will it take?" The representative of the Demon Tribunal, the high-level judge Ms. Phaethon, turned on the magnetic boots on her feet and whispered to the elder beside her in the whistling cold wind.

At this time, she was wearing heavy feedback power armor and stood behind Urdass in the front of the queue.

The former's stature was nearly two meters with the blessing of armor, which was already burly enough for his mortal status.

But against the backdrop of the 2.5-meter-tall grey knights in the formation behind him, Phaethon, who was born into a family of knights and was gifted with extraordinary talents, actually looked a bit "petite".

As for the Third Order in front of him - the Grand Master of the Shaper Order Urdas, his 2.7-meter-high body is like a walking iron tower. Just standing there, he has an awe-inspiring and inviolable look. momentum.

"Soon." Urdas was not wearing a helmet, and his big chin covered with silver stubble showed his strong personality in daily life. The only remaining gray-blue eye was sharp and gloomy, set off by facial muscles full of scars.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint tremor in the air coming from the end of the sky.

When this tremor quickly started from nothing, from small to large, it turned into an overwhelming roar. Following Urdas' line of sight, Judge Phaethon finally saw the Thunderhawks that were rapidly expanding in his sight and descending from the sky.

"what is that?"

"...Gestalt?"

"Your throne! How is this possible?"

"No, it's Gestalt! But how can it be so pure?"

Feeling the psychic suppression hanging down like a dark cloud at the end of the sky, the sons of Calvin present discussed with each other in the psychic channel.

This kind of gathering of group will is no stranger to them, and they have even had similar exercises through the data sent back from the front.

But a drill is a drill. Without the central control of the original body, it is impossible for them to come into contact with the core power of the Legion's will, and it is impossible to touch such a unified spiritual harmonious state.

And when this masterpiece that belonged to the original body appeared in front of them.

The extremely pure spirit in the collection of wills, and the terrifying spiritual suppression that followed, made them truly understand the incomparable strength and weakness and the indistinguishable essential difference between the two.

"Do you feel it?" Little Calvin asked his partner beside him slightly absentmindedly.

"Yes, I feel it," Russell murmured.

The two sons of Calvin recovered from the shock and confirmed each other's feelings in their excitement.

Because they are also Gray Knights, they are the only ones who can clearly perceive the unified pace of the other party at this time;

Also because they are also Gray Knights, they know better how difficult it is to achieve such unified harmony between different soul fluctuations. It is an almost impossible miracle.

As the sons of Calvin, only they are qualified to practice this tactic and know the horrific changes this change will bring;

They are also the sons of Calvin. In front of the 281 familiar and unfamiliar spirits, what they see is not a single soul.

That is a colossus composed of 281 souls! It was an existence called Legion Will that evolved into a god-like existence in the real universe!

In front of this god who is like a descendant of the world, although they have an absolute numerical advantage, they are still like tiny ants.

The existence of the other party was so clear because of the same bloodline. He didn't even have to do anything. His mere presence was enough to make their hair stand on end.

(Two Gray Knights died in the battle of the Space Hulk, so only 281 Krieg-based Gray Knights were able to accompany Calvin to Titan II.)

A huge sense of humiliation rose from little Calvin's chest. Even though he knew that this was not the original intention of those brothers, he still did not want to let his ugly appearance be exposed in front of them!

"Maintain discipline! We can feel them. Then they must be able to "see" us!"

Calvin Sutherland ordered in a low voice, and Russell behind him understood his thoughts instantly.

"yes!"

He also didn't want to show weakness in front of brothers he had never met, let alone their genetic father.

Two particularly tall gray knights stood at the front of the array, and the fluctuations of psychic energy between the positions on the left and right were no longer obscure.

"Concentrate your will!"

In the psychic communication, the two are like trumpeters standing under the storm, the first among all brothers to blow the horn of struggle.

"I am the Holy Hammer!" Many arbiters then shouted.

The call of the two men was quickly responded to by other arbiters, and a temporary psychic network was quickly formed in just a few breaths with these officers as nodes.

call! drink!

For thousands of Gray Knights, they successfully linked their spirits to each other, something that had never been done in previous training;

Their compatriots in the sky brought tremendous pressure to them. Under this terrifying oppression, the sons of Calvin broke through the shackles of the past and reached an unprecedented spiritual level.

call! drink!

The breathing of thousands of people was carried out at a unified frequency. Even if the individual voice was small, its neat chest resonance attracted the attention of the inquisitor in front.

"Quiet, the Silver Blade is about to arrive."

The Grand Master spoke with a calm expression, drawing the attention of Ms. Phaethon, the Inquisitor.

The latter was no longer distracted after being reminded by Urdas, and naturally did not see the smile hidden in the corner of the great mentor's eyes.

The sparks between the two troops have been ignited before they have even met. This kind of fighting spirit is something that veterans greatly appreciate. He would never allow the Inquisitor's curiosity to disturb the competition between the Gray Knights.

The sons of Calvin on the ground looked serious. They were excited about the new realm and had a deeper understanding of the spiritual power of order;

It also allowed them to have more awe of the will of the legions above them when they experienced this power.

As the Thunderhawk descended upon them with its vast will, a loose but vibrant collection of psychic powers had taken shape.

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