Chapter 355: Pursuit

"Secrets are sometimes like a wall, isolating your desire for knowledge while protecting your soul."

This sentence comes from a veteran of the regiment who once fought side by side with Allen Janus on the battlefield of Orpheus.

It was this Grey Knight who taught Allen a lot of combat knowledge during their short working time.

His body is far less powerful than the new generation of the Sons of Calvin, but Allen still remembers the words and deeds of this veteran even after dozens or hundreds of years.

"Ignorance also represents purity to a certain extent. Since the Primarch did not explain it to him, it means that he is not qualified to touch these secrets..."

After sorting out his thoughts, Allen no longer hesitated and immersed his mind in the will of the Legion again. After habitually examining all the mental links, he carefully conveyed this memory downwards...

+? ? ? +

+What is this? +

+Oh my gosh! Dad has something good! Where did it come from? +

+The Inquisition, right? They have been studying some weird things...+

+By the way, did they catch an Alpha and dissect it? +

+No! I am more inclined to believe that our people have successfully infiltrated Alpha...+

+? Are you kidding? My brother! You know what it means to infiltrate a legion that specializes in intelligence! +

+Or did an Alpha who infiltrated us betray? Anyway, their position has always been a mystery...+

+Or, in fact, Dad was once an Alpha? Ha! Don't hit me! I'm kidding...+

After transferring the data to the next layer of information nodes, Allen maintained a serious face and listened to the heated discussion in the channel without any expression.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more away from the battle itself, he had to stand up and end the discussion.

+Ahem...Silence! It is forbidden to discuss non-combat content in the battle channel! You can use it if you are allowed to, where does so much curiosity come from? Where is your discipline! +

The communication channel that was originally lively became quiet again in an instant under the suppression of Allen, the eldest brother and commander.

But even though the excitement on the surface was suppressed, in the preparation hall where the Grey Knights gathered, after "experiencing" these memories, the Grey Knights could not help but "privately communicate" with their colleagues in the queue with facial expressions and whispered conversations.

"Do you think there is a possibility..." A Grey Knight could not help but say to his comrade beside him.

"Everyone is Alpharius!" Another Grey Knight instantly interrupted, and then the two of them laughed loudly at the same time under the emotionless gaze of the servitor.

"I! He! Did! Say! Silence!"

In the rare noise, Allen Janus's roar sounded again in the center of the preparation hall...

In the direction of the bridge, Calvin, who was on the dome throne, was now watching the guards of the imperial guards and the honor guards behind him, maintaining his serious expression of focusing on the naval battle.

The trivial matters in the preparation hall were all within his perception, and the reactions of Calvin's sons were also within his expectations.

But when some joking speculations appeared in the channel, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

Well, although some of the speculations of these Grey Knights are indeed outrageous, it must be said that sometimes the most unlikely possibility is the closest to the truth.

Just like his origins, which are only known to the Emperor and the late Silver Blade Grand Master Aidan, he can't explain the origin of his memories to others.

Or even if he wants to explain, as a Grey Knight fighting on the front line of the warp represented by the Chaos Gods, his origins are extremely important secrets, and even his colleagues cannot leak them.

In these uploaded memories, Calvin has focused on deleting the parts that may expose himself.

But if it is someone who is very familiar with him, he can still draw some inferences from the details...

Okay, don't think about these. Calvin smiled self-deprecatingly.

At least this information was only spread within the Legion, and Calvin still had enough confidence in the strict discipline of the Grey Knights and their strong souls...

+Ready+

"Ready for battle!"

The Grey Knights in the psychic channel and the voice on the bridge in reality arrived at the same time, awakening Calvin from his memory of Alpha.

He raised his head and looked under the throne, meeting the eyes of the commanders who were preparing on various decks.

The Relentless Crusade had completed all the preparations before the war, and the commanders of the Grey Knights strike cruisers on both sides were also watching here on the other side of the screen, waiting for the highest order from the Primarch.

It's time.

Calvin sat high on the throne, and the heavy anti-subspace armor outside the porthole of the battleship in front of him was slowly pulled up.

He looked at the dust-like enemies in the orbit of the planet in front of him, knowing that the time of judgment had come.

Under the golden light of the Ophelia star, this demigod shining with silver light stood up to meet all the expectant eyes, and pointed the lightning claws representing anger and judgment at the enemy in front:

"Fire! In the name of the Emperor! Destroy these traitors!"

"Fire!" The weapon officer of the Nova Cannon stood beside the intercom and shouted to the gunner, who nodded behind the bunker. As the trigger under his feet was heavily stepped on, a violent nuclear flash lit up on the bow of the Unremitting Crusade.

Boom! Boom!

The thick beam of light instantly connected the battleship with the enemy thousands of miles away, drawing a brilliant track in the galaxy.

On the flank of a heavy cruiser trying to buy time for the flagship, the shield cracked and the terrifying sound of the adamantium armor being melted through occurred simultaneously.

"Fire!"

Under the huge double-mounted light spear array, the four weapons commanders in the cabin roared at the same time. The waist-thick power supply cables instantly heated up, and the air was full of static buzzing after the large energy release.

The heavy cruiser "Bad Lie", whose shield had just been penetrated by the nova cannon, had not yet recovered from the devastating blow, and the fatal light spear attack followed.

Eight blazing beams of light plowed through the body of the cruiser without shields. After the dazzling light effect dimmed, the dark red scars on the adamantium armor were shocking.

But what was even more deadly was that when the molten red light on the battleship armor dimmed, both the enemy and the enemy could see the 100-meter-thick penetrating wound made by the Nova Cannon on the engine room.

"Effective strike! The target is paralyzed!" The weapons chief immediately reported the observed aftereffects of the strike.

"Judgment, the probability of engine room function loss is 45%, the probability of paralysis caused by casualties is 40%, and the heat dissipation circuit function loss is 90%"

Father Klein made a judgment on the information received, while Tabers glanced at the summarized information and made the next order directly:

"Leave the rest to the escort fleet, we continue."

"Received!" The weapons chief replied. At the same time, the commander of the frigate also responded.

The exchange of fire between the two sides continued, and each member of the fleet had aimed their firepower at other warships.

On both sides of the main fleet's battle line, the escort fleet had already pulled hundreds of torpedoes into a long fan shape while advancing towards the blind spot of the Bad Lie's firing range, and shot them at the "Bad Lie" that could only rely on inertia to drift forward.

The few remaining macro cannons of the latter were still firing in the direction of the Imperial fleet. This was probably because the crew on the ship was trying to buy time for the main fleet to escape.

But in the eyes of the commanders of both sides, it was like a member of a wolf pack whose legs and feet were bitten in a fight. It had sharp teeth but was already marked with a label of death in advance.

Under the command of Tibers, the Grand Fleet maintained the battle line and inserted obliquely into the center of the galaxy.

The three-fold advantage in force made them unscrupulous. Knowing that the enemy could not resist, the tactic of maximizing firepower became their first choice.

The Chaos Fleet was much more embarrassed. They tried to break away at the beginning of the battle, but were forced to choose to fight head-on because they missed the best opportunity.

But this was nothing more than a helpless choice to survive. After seeing the comparison of the enemy's strength, the fleet commander knew that there was no hope of escaping under the pursuit all the way, so he could only try to find an opportunity to escape into the subspace after passing through the battle line of the Imperial Fleet.

Unfortunately, they failed to succeed even in this plot. Fate fully demonstrates its irony here:

Just when the Chaos Fleet arranged its battle line and prepared to fight, Ophelia 7, which had been ravaged by their artillery fire for two weeks, roared out a clearly different opinion with its anti-ship base weapons that had been hidden several kilometers underground...

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