Chapter 39 Aftermath and Seeds

No matter how big a stone is, the waves it causes when thrown into the pond will eventually calm down.

The Grey Knights’ Supreme Grand Master did not stir up enough waves in this game with the Inquisition.

The autumn wind starts from a tiny thing, and the impact of the negotiations between the two sides has not yet begun to appear.

Other departments of the Empire that have the right to know the existence of the Grey Knights may know about this, or they may not know the specific situation, and they are just guessing because of the abnormal blockade of Titan this time.

But in any case, these have not affected the Grey Knights’ preparations. The turmoil in the outside world may continue, or it may never stop.

But for Titan, once the seeds of change are planted, there is no need to pay more attention.

Wait for them to break the ground and sprout with peace of mind, and watch them grow vigorously along the prepared direction.

One day, people will see a towering tree here that can shelter others from wind and rain.

One day, someone will see this spectacular scenery and go back hundreds of years to find the tiny beginning of this great change in history books.

As for the person who first planted the seed, or the person who watered and fertilized it during its growth, they probably didn't care whether they could get its shade.

Perhaps this is the charm of short-lived species, knowing that they are a flower that can only bloom for one season, a mayfly that lives in the morning and dies in the evening.

But there are always some individuals who refuse to succumb to fate.

Whenever the race is at the critical moment of life and death, they will stand out from the group, burn themselves without hesitation, just to issue a fleeting challenge to fate.

The Emperor is like this, and so is Prime Minister Malcador. For thousands of years, when the Empire represented all mankind to expand its territory in the galaxy, cutting through thorns and blazing a trail, those who shouted the name of humanity and the Emperor to the enemies of the Empire, and the heroes who died in the charge, did the same.

Who cares? Perhaps only this race itself cares. But, that's enough.

As time passed, one month later in Terra time, the trip to the headquarters of the Inquisition was also declared over for the Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Walden.

He appeared in the meeting room of the chapter as usual at an inconspicuous sunrise, as if he had never left. He was exhausted and seemed to be tireless, and he buried himself in the chapter's documents again.

The negotiation with the Inquisition was finally smooth. This was also due to the fact that he did not force the immediate change of the Inquisition's practice for thousands of years, but put the period of change in the distant three hundred years.

Time gave both sides enough buffer, and also allowed the relevant stakeholders affected by this change to have enough time to adapt. This is a choice full of political wisdom and an option that can be accepted by most people.

300 years is long and short. By that time, it must be no matter whether he is there or not, or whether the person in charge of the Inquisition is rotated.

With the support of the massive gene seeds cultivated from Mars, the Grey Knights will no longer have the days of being short of manpower in the past.

Mentors no longer need to watch batches of new recruits die in the next battle before they even remember their names;

Brother pharmacists no longer need to endure the grief and try to sew up new wounds on the old wounds that have not yet healed in these young bodies;

These children no longer need to rush to the next life-and-death battle just after crawling out of the medical cabin, or even before they have time to mourn their deceased comrades...

At that time, the huge number of soldiers in the regiment and the abundant weapons that have finally been fully utilized will be boarded together on those brand-new strike cruisers that have been prepared thousands of years ago, and will cruise in the vast territory of the empire in star zones.

In every fleet in every star zone, there will be tens of thousands of Grey Knights waiting for the call of the Prophet Brothers and the Inquisition at any time.

What a magnificent picture that will be! The Grand Master will occasionally imagine the future when he is busy.

Such Grey Knights are the vision of the Emperor; such Grey Knights are the Wall of the Empire that the late Prime Minister Malcador hoped to see, and only such Grey Knights can bear the hope of mankind.

No longer need to risk everything, because there are more brothers to protect them on the front battlefield;

No longer need to rush into the Demon Castle with a few large companies to face countless enemies, because there will be more comrades to open the way to victory for them.

Whenever Walden thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his gloves.

He couldn't help but raise his head for a while, and in his excited eyes looking at the distant Terra outside the window, such Grey Knights can better serve the Empire; and only such Grey Knights can bring more deaths to those dirty bastards in the warp!

When such a Grey Knights Chapter appeared in front of the Inquisition at that time with a brand new attitude, the seemingly unreasonable request of the Grand Master today must have seemed natural.

All of this was brought by the young man standing quietly beside him. It was this young man who brought the first spark of hope to the entire war group and even to the entire human race.

Supreme Grand Master Walden stopped the work in his hands and looked at the young man standing quietly beside him like a sculpture.

The first half of Calvin's first rotation cycle has ended after he was transferred to the company for a year. The next arrangement is to return to the top of the chapter from the company and serve as an adjutant and guard leader beside the Supreme Grand Master.

In this position, he will learn the daily operation logic of the entire chapter by getting close to the administrative affairs of the chapter, and be fully prepared for him to take over this huge group of warriors one day.

This is a unique promotion path carefully arranged for him by the Grand Masters. Its original intention is not to train a strong warrior, the empire has never lacked warriors; nor is it to train a decisive commander. The history of the empire has proved that the commander alone cannot change the broken situation of the empire's exhausted political affairs and loose management for thousands of years.

The Grand Masters want more. They hope that the young man in front of them can eventually become a giant with the Grey Knights and the Inquisition as the basic base, and can influence the entire empire's political situation with their support all the way.

Under such a long-term and even ambitious layout and plan, the game and final compromise between the Inquisition and the Grey Knights in the thousands of years of practice is only the first step in the long-term layout of this group of veterans.

For eight thousand years, according to the decree issued by the Emperor himself, the huge amount of equipment and materials from Mars have allowed the mentors to be selfless except for personnel supply, and do not need the care and preferential treatment of any forces in the empire.

The arrival of Calvin will make up for the last shortcoming of the Grey Knights, so that the replenishment of troops will no longer be a shackle. When such an existence that is beyond all forces in the empire begins to grow wildly based on thousands of years of accumulation and becomes a behemoth that no one can ignore, the expressions of these forces that are used to the petty and mean must be very exciting.

And what comes next requires long-term patience and the power of time to slowly change.

Among them, the Grey Knights Grey Knights have enough time to wait, and Calvin also has enough patience to wait.

As the initiators of such a plan covering a thousand years of change, the Grand Masters of the Grey Knights may not have the opportunity to witness it alive.

The Masters don't care, and Calvin doesn't know. But since the seeds have been planted, just wait for the moment when they break through the ground.

Grand Master Walden also smiled and said his opinion on this matter in a meeting:

"Unlike before, this time, time is on our side."