Chapter 386: Different Means

The golden sunlight, after traveling 1.5 billion kilometers, sprinkled coldly on the Titan's frozen plateau all year round.

The cold wind blew the thick fog-like ice crystals rolling through the hills.

In the whistling of the endless cold wind and the eternal howling of the creatures in the warp, the two giants loomed in the icy wind and gradually became clear.

And as their footsteps stepped on the land, all the existences that were not human voices retreated.

"What is the progress of the Eye of the Empire?"

The Supreme Grand Master Walden exhaled a long breath, and the same color of frost condensed on his silver-white stubble.

The same is true for his Holy Shield Power Armor. After centuries of fighting, this set of armor, which can be called a holy relic, is full of inscriptions and holy seals that cover scars.

"It's going well." The Primarch answered the old soldier's question respectfully and cautiously.

He knew that without the old soldier's persistence in his mission, he would not exist today.

And the Primarch's respect for him has nothing to do with personal feelings, but is just awe for the predecessors on the same path.

"The Imperial Guards' capture operation in the lower city was not smooth, but we still declared it a successful operation."

"Are there any remnants left?"

Walden retracted his gaze from the distant mountain peak. On the mountain peak covered by the storm was the place where this group of veterans first served.

"Yes." Calvin sorted out his thoughts and explained to Walden.

"They have a complete early warning mechanism. The moment the Imperial Guards' fighter planes stepped out of the throne court, these rats had already begun to drill into the burrows.

But fortunately, the Inquisition had noticed them long ago. With the help of lurking agents, their leaders have been captured in the subsequent pursuit."

"Then what are you waiting for?" The Supreme Grand Master turned his head and looked at Calvin, his eyebrows raised suddenly as hard as the jagged rocks behind him.

"Are there other people involved in the case? Can you be afraid to act rashly? Let me guess... High Lord?"

"The current representative of the Rogue Traders, and... the Admiral of the Navy." Calvin nodded slightly.

"Traveling merchants? Just a bunch of cockroaches, but Admiral, um... are you worried about the direction of Jotun?"

Walden counted the current wars of the Empire in his mind, and finally turned his attention to the huge and long-lasting rebellion war in the Misty Star Region.

"Yes." Calvin nodded in affirmation.

The current Admiral of the Navy started from the Misty Star Region, and his base is naturally in the Misty Star Region.

All the commanders of the Imperial Fleet in the Jotun Star Region are from the tutelage of this Admiral without exception.

This is just the military faction that is exposed, and according to the investigation data within the Inquisition, the other party has a complex relationship at the level of the star region and even the star region.

If all the personnel can be replaced with a thunderbolt, it will be fine, but if not, then rashly attacking the current Admiral of the Navy will probably directly lead to the total collapse of the front line.

Or, it will be the beginning of an unprecedented, massive rebellion covering more than a dozen sectors...

Coincidentally, Calvin had just taken over the position of High Lord of the Inquisition in the Storm Sector, but he had just sent Juan to take over the position of War Lord there.

"What's the situation there?" Walden asked.

"The overall situation has been determined, but the worries are not over.

It took the Imperial Fleet 20 years to gradually reduce the sphere of influence of the rebels, and finally besieged their main fleet in the Jotun Sector.

Now the Imperial Fleet is gathering towards Jotun from three directions.

Well, Juan Nelson is a capable and middle-aged general, and he has no local interests.

With him in charge, the war should be over within a few years."

"But what we want is a stable Jotun."

Walden looked at the Primarch, and he actually didn't care about this corner of the world.

Compared with this imperial frontier far away from Terra, he cared more about the Primarch's skills and style of doing things.

You can't be too weak, because kindness is the core difference between grassroots officers and high-ranking generals;

But you can't be too tough, because the Empire has used several failed cases of Astartes taking power to illustrate how military-style brutal intervention in politics will cause endless troubles to this precarious Empire.

The Empire is the Empire, the Empire of the Emperor, and the Empire of Humanity.

But it is not the Empire of a certain Primarch.

As a veteran, Walden may not understand the difference between military politics and normal state systems;

But thousands of years of calm observation away from the political center of Terra has made him instinctively understand:

The reason why the Primarch is the Primarch and cannot become the Emperor is not just the difference between them having absolute power.

What is greater than this power difference is the grand pattern and vision from being the Lord of the Legion to being the Lord of Humanity.

Will Calvin be the exception? Walden doesn't know, and he is powerless to change it.

When this group of veterans began to turn the direction of Titan's operation towards legion construction, when this group of guardians in the dark of the empire lifted Calvin to the supreme power of the Inquisition.

Their shackles on Calvin no longer existed.

He did not expect Calvin to have the long-term patience and perseverance of the Emperor, but only hoped that this new Primarch could learn the lessons of the Forerunners.

Don't simply think that force can solve everything, don't mistakenly regard violence as the only means to solve everything when you just reach the pinnacle of power.

And Calvin did not disappoint him.

Or rather, this son of the Emperor, who was over four meters tall and the tallest among all the Primarchs.

The soul hidden under that huge body, and the thoughts endowed by the civilization from which he was born, were absolutely beyond Walden's best imagination.

"Step-by-step transfer orders, shifting in batches. Based on the importance of the war, all responsible persons in the war zone will be replaced in an orderly manner within three years.

Well, these people will not be dealt with for now, and will be specifically identified after the war is over.

If they are not involved in the cult, I suggest that they be transferred to another place and then hired."

Calvin's calm and clear thinking surprised Walden.

And his handling of the losers in these struggles showed that the demigod in front of him already regarded himself as the ruler of the entire empire.

He looked at the wealth of these empires from a global perspective, rather than simply distinguishing between success and failure, good and evil.

This is very good, very good, better than Walden imagined!

The last bit of scruple in his heart also disappeared with Calvin's words, and Walden's mood could not help but jump for joy, even a little overflowing.

"You are very good. Let's do it!" The Grand Master who was originally walking side by side stopped and patted Calvin's shoulder hard... elbow.

There is no shortage of warriors who have clear likes and dislikes among the Grey Knights, and the same is true for the Astartes.

Walden is not afraid of how fierce Calvin's actions are.

With the support of the Emperor and the Throne Court, and the rapidly growing legion as a backing.

Even if Calvin stands on the opposite side of all the Astartes regiments, what can he do?

Do they really dare to rebel? If they really rebel, I am not afraid, it is nothing more than a bloody battle!

What Walden fears most is that Calvin will act too hastily and carry out another massacre similar to the purge of the entire High Lord Council.

Then the people affected are definitely not just these bureaucrats, but the disaster of billions of people in more than a dozen star regions caused by the dereliction of duty of officials and government dysfunction under the Great Purge!

One such incident is enough. You should know that since the Great Purge, the Terra Administrative Council has spent a whole thousand years just restoring and verifying the data of major star regions!

The manpower and material resources consumed in this process are incalculable, and the food supply failure caused by the lack of imperial management has caused famines that have lasted for centuries in those fortress worlds and mining worlds!

This is good, at least it is better than Walden imagined!

He no longer worries about the character of the Primarch, whether he will be as tyrannical and cruel as some losers.

There is no need to worry about the fate of the Primarch, whether he will gradually become desperate because of the lack of nurturing from his original family.

Walden, who has already transferred most of his rights, is in a very good mood. He feels that even if he dies on a battlefield now, he has the face to meet the Emperor and his old brothers.

"What are your next plans?" Walden asked.

He didn't know about Calvin's itinerary, especially after Calvin returned to Terra, the veteran had spontaneously withdrawn from the internal meeting of the Inquisition.

In addition to focusing on the training of new recruits for the Titans, he is now simply responsible for emergencies within the Solar Star Region.

"General cleaning." Calvin thought for a while and pointed his finger to the ground.

"Is it time?" Walden also understood the existence that Calvin was alluding to.

But this demon has a very special origin, and he did not expect that after just a few decades, the original body was confident that it would be completely destroyed.

"Well, it's time." Calvin thought that the knowledge he got from the Sword of Oath could be verified from this demon.

And if there is no accident, this demon with a special origin can contribute some special resources to him after his death.

"Well, it's just right for you to stay here for a few days.

I'll also ask the pharmacist to prepare some things for you."

"What?" This time it was Calvin's turn to be curious.

"Well, the Throne Court sent someone here before and gave us several sets of formulas.

It is said that these are things you can use. It is my fault that I did not think that your physical development would have such high requirements for resources..."

"Huh? The Throne Court?" Calvin looked surprised, and in his mind he instinctively associated two images:

An expired nutritious meal, and a marshal of the imperial guards who ran away in big strides...

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