Chapter 404: The Echo of Courage and Loyalty (III) A Critical Moment

"I will not... yield to you!" Appius roared in a low voice, just like when he first met this demon.

The sacrifice of his comrades gave him a chance to linger, but it was also seeing the brothers who had been with him day and night die that made revenge the whole meaning of his remaining life.

He still lived in his dream, in which he was still biting and entangled with the enemy day and night in order to return to that battlefield.

But at this time, he and this demon were like twins with two sides of the same coin. Since he released the demon from the cage, the balance between their souls could no longer maintain a false balance...

The priest who originally belonged to the third company of the Sons of Guilliman was still roaring at the demon, but he himself might not have noticed that as the demon was freed, the blue-black magic pattern representing the curse and favor of Chaos had already extended wantonly on his face.

Fallen? Or solidified... Calvin looked at the distortion and despair of Chaos on Appius' body, and suddenly understood something.

What is fall? It is a soul that has given up its own reason and hope, and entrusted itself to hatred.

"Does it matter? It doesn't matter! You don't need to surrender to me! You just need to be loyal to your own desires, and that's all I need..." The demon whispered to Appius about their story.

As the demon's laughter turned from low to high, its body made of shadows also expanded on the spot, completely breaking free from the translucent demon egg, and its original height of more than two meters soared to more than five meters in a few breaths.

The blue-gray and translucent scales wrapped around its transparent and dark body, and the ferocious long horns on the top of its head echoed the snake tail spreading below its waist. Four sturdy arms extended from his broad shoulders and waist, and the exquisite and sharp claws like black crystals extended and bent on the six narrow fingers.

The gorgeous metal armor was entangled with gold and blue, from its snake-like long tail to the crown on its head.

Unlike the demons that Calvin had seen, which were full of changes and distortions, the demon that appeared in front of Calvin, whether it was the horns on its head or the magic patterns on its body, showed a strange, solemn, and blasphemous beauty under symmetry.

However, when the demon turned its head to look at Calvin, the momentum it had accumulated from its appearance to its arrival dissipated in just a few seconds:

The Calvin in front of him was four meters tall, not much inferior to the later demons, especially with a heavy silver armor and the blessing of the imperial truth, he was already majestic enough in Appius' eyes.

But under the demon's natural super vision, Calvin's true form was even more exaggerated. In the body that looked like a demigod in the eyes of mortals, there was a terrifying existence as big as a star...

The body of this existence was so huge that it tried its best to look up at the edge of its body, but at the end of its vision, it could only see the face of an expressionless giant, looking down at it indifferently from the distant clouds across the sky.

"Lord of All Wisdom... What kind of trouble have you caused?"

The demon complained to its host in a low voice, but his hands did not stop. A set of golden swords and shields and a two-headed snake spear were summoned from the void, and Appius behind him also felt the demon's caution and aimed his weapons at Calvin in the distance.

"Speed ​​up the progress, I can finish here soon..." Calvin looked at the man and the demon in front of him and put down the communication in his hand.

And in the starry sky tens of thousands of meters above, Tiberus had just put down the communicator and frowned at the warning in front of him.

Due to the obvious difference in the number and specifications of warships between the two sides, fighting against the remaining fleet of the Son of Guilliman did not bring him any pressure.

However, the specific battle was not very smooth. The rebels inherited the fighting style of the Ultramarines, which allowed them to make full use of the cover of ground firepower and the threat of orbital defense weapons when fighting against the Grey Knights fleet.

Although this kind of rigid battle could not make up for the gap between the two sides, its safe tactical choices and never-risky fighting style also made it difficult for Tibers to start. Several attempts to lure the enemy to a quick victory also failed in this context.

"The navigator deck detected abnormal energy in the internal space of the galaxy! Multiple large units are jumping!"

"Identification!" Tibers immediately responded, and at the same time notified the two wing ships that had entered the medium-range exchange of fire to prepare for evasion.

"Received friendly identification signal!" A faint voice sounded from the direction of the Astropath deck, and the command deck immediately gave the corresponding decoding comparison.

"Encrypted identification passed! The signal source is being compared!" The crew on the command deck responded loudly, and then their faces suddenly changed when the signal source was successfully compared.

"What's the result?" The person in charge of the command deck originally lowered his head and stared at the battlefield situation in front of him, but after waiting for a few seconds without hearing an answer, he angrily questioned the former.

He was about to take out the weapon at his waist to enforce battlefield discipline on the former, but when he saw the latter silently sharing the information to the main screen, he also fell into the same stagnation...

"Ultramarines! Why are they here?"

Tibers also saw the information on the screen at the same time, and he couldn't help but look at the stars that were lighting up on the Manzevel points on both sides of the galaxy.

This is the third century that he has been in charge of the Grey Knights' fleet as a member of the Blade of Victory.

Countless training and battles have made him so familiar with the navy's information that he doesn't need any instrument assistance. He can roughly know the number of ships coming with just one glance.

But at this moment, he would rather not have this experience, because at the origin of the galaxy, on the subspace barrier that is becoming increasingly unstable due to the gathering of energy, there are more than thirty sources of information!

This is a naval fleet with at least two battleships as the core, dedicated to strategic maneuvers in the star field!

What does this mean? This means that it must have at least four heavy cruisers and the same number of light cruisers, as well as a frigate fleet that is more than three times the total of the two!

The purpose of the Ultramarines' coming is no longer important in Tibers' mind at this time.

What he really worries about is that when the other side has an absolute numerical advantage, knowing that the Inquisition is fighting against a sub-group from them, what choice will they make?

Is it to accept the stain on the honor of their own chapter, and to wipe out their compatriots with the Inquisition, an outsider, with shame?

Or should we go all out, just like we did with the Inquisitor who came to investigate the son of Guilliman, and let them "disappear" in the vast universe?

And this is actually not important, especially compared with the safety of the Primarch.

Tibers doesn't care about his own life or death, but the Primarch must not be in any danger!

What to do?

The veteran was thinking hard to find a way out. He didn't dare to pin his hopes on the loyalty of others, especially after someone had been dealt with for opening the wound here.

The crew on the entire command deck knew the crisis of the fleet at this time. In the quiet air, the steel on the chair armrest next to the Grey Knight Captain was groaning under the heavy load.

"Detected abnormal energy in the internal space of the galaxy! Multiple large units are jumping!"

Below the bridge in the distance, the alarm sounded again on the navigator's deck.

Tibers looked up and stared at the noise in front of him indifferently, but just when he thought that this message was just an invalid repetition of the previous alarm, the intelligence officer in charge of information collection on the command deck closest to his feet suddenly looked up and shouted excitedly in his direction:

"Encrypted information passed! Source identification passed! Signal source - Minotaur Regiment!

Signal source - Minotaur Regiment!"

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