Chapter 417 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (IV) Never Forget (Part 1)

The silver-gray thunder eagle spewed plasma flames and flew higher and higher, and finally disappeared from the sight of the adjutant Sulla.

The adjutant who watched Calvin and others leave immediately reported the information left by Calvin to his superiors.

In addition to being relieved, Sevens also had great expectations for the subsequent documents of the Inquisition.

However, in the work log in his hand, the power transfer of the current position was still on the agenda.

Just like the sons of Guilliman could not deny their suspicion of corruption even if they had a thousand reasons, even if the result was good, Sevens could not cover up the fact that he failed to review the sub-group during his term of office.

Sulla said that he could understand this. In the education he received, the Ultramarines were never self-deceiving cowards. If Sevens felt that he could shirk responsibility after Calvin expressed his position, it would make Sulla feel really disappointed.

But things are so contradictory.

A boss who does not disappoint him is destined to bring him a disappointing future. A result that is still considered ideal cannot make up for the mistakes that have been made.

Someone will eventually have to pay for the crime, just like the Son of Guilliman who was transferred to the Expedition of Atonement;

Someone will eventually have to explain the dereliction of duty, just like the Third Captain of the Ultramarines, Severus, and all the administrative staff including the adjutant Sura.

At this time, Sura has confirmed that as the deputy of the Archon, although he will not be held accountable for this matter, he will never be promoted again.

So before returning to Macragge to report on his work, in addition to continuing to be loyal to his job responsibilities, he has to consider his next direction.

The iron camp is always changing, and this principle is also applicable to the Astartes Chapter, without exception.

Where? Sura thought unconsciously, and the mysterious Astartes just now emerged from his mind again.

Maybe Death Watch is a good choice?

I heard that the Inquisition is undergoing system integration, so if I join the exclusive armed forces of the Inquisition, I will definitely have the opportunity to fight side by side with them?

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The story of Presdia ends here.

With the timely return of the three Thunderhawks below the orbit, the Unremitting Crusade welcomed its master back again after dozens of hours of separation.

Intensive signals were then sent from its bridge, and the plaintext messages with the emblem of the Inquisition echoed throughout the starry sky of Plesdia.

Set sail! Set sail!

The gray-painted space monsters were slowly waking up, and the Interstellar Labyrinth, far away at the edge of the galaxy, also responded from afar.

The engines of the two fleets brought long tail flames, crossing the empty space in the center of Plesdia and approaching each other at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.

Probably because of sufficient experience in joint operations, the efficiency of the reorganization of the two fleets was extremely fast.

The reorganized large fleet slowly broke away from the gravitational field of the nearby planets and began to accelerate towards the Manzeville point of the galaxy.

The Extreme Star Region Fleet, which still stayed above Plesdia, sent them a signal of blessing. After this battle, the two forces obviously had a more intuitive understanding of each other.

Based on this contact with Calvin, the two sides have a stronger strategic mutual trust for the next possible cooperation.

As for the small misunderstanding between the two sides in Plesdia, and some tense and critical moments implied under the misunderstanding, both the Grey Knights' admiral and the Ultramarines' captain chose to keep it to themselves.

The soldiers of the Empire are pragmatic enough in this regard, and they are busy enough.

They have already carried too much hatred, and things that have not happened are not worth mentioning in their eyes. And pragmatism makes them clearly know that the means of liquidation will only be left to enemies who have been completely defeated.

Both sides tacitly took a step back on the accident that happened here.

The Inquisition did not insist on retaining the right to deal with the Son of Guilliman, although they are now completely on the high ground of morality and law.

And Ultramar obviously knew this well. Before waiting for the warning of the Inquisition, they had already promised to sort out the entire Ultramarines' sub-group system to prevent such incidents from happening again.

As the price paid by the Ultramarines, Presdia, the gateway between the Ultramarine and Terra, will be directly under the jurisdiction of the Custodians from now on.

After all, even with Calvin's explanation and excuses, the corruption shown by the Sons of Guilliman in the previous battle at the entrance of the Webway is an irrefutable fact.

As a member of the Inquisition, Calvin selectively ignored the threats and offenses brought by the Ultramarines and their fleet when they first appeared.

Calvin and others immediately left Presdia and headed for the battlefield in the direction of Janmorro.

The Ultramarines erased the traces of the Sons of Guilliman in Presdia and will pay close attention to the reconstruction process of this sub-group.

They will not receive any supplies for several centuries, and will use the same or even longer battles and blood to prove their reliability again...

The fleet once again entered the boring subspace navigation state, and the crew once again entered the rotation state with a small number of people on duty and most of them in hibernation.

The lower decks of the entire fleet fell into a deserted silence, and only the Grey Knights on the upper decks continued to maintain their basic training intensity.

Calvin was not idle either, or rather, he was even busier.

On the one hand, the Primarch had to make long-term preparations for the expansion of the Legion, because the recent information from Terra showed that a new batch of Grey Knights had completed the surgical transformation and were in the final trial process.

On the other hand, he also had to read the latest intelligence about Janmorro from Terra in the previous battle.

The confrontation between the Space Wolves and the Inquisition gave him a headache, and the threat of Chaos was right in front of him.

He had to have a deeper understanding of the background information of both sides in order to try to find a way to ease the conflict.

A week of sailing time passed in a flash. Calvin's two jobs finally had some clues.

The essence of the former is nothing more than the allocation of resources and the time to gain tolerance and buffer for the new recruits, so among the multiple plans submitted by the Inquisition and the Order of the Holy Hammer, he chose the one he thought was more reliable.

This batch of new Grey Knights is still the same, with a standard legion company, that is, one thousand people per batch.

Calvin thought about it and finally divided it into two, and transferred half of it, that is, 500 Grey Knights, to Terra to replace the permanent troops in the Throne Court.

There they can join the battle readiness sequence of the Eye of the Empire, and in the process of joint training with the Imperial Guards, they can quickly master some specialized skills and experience in internal operations.

The elite veterans originally stationed in the Throne Court were transferred to Titan by him. The remaining 500 recruits will perform battle readiness duty with them, and at the same time, they can strengthen and absorb the front-line experience of fighting against Chaos.

And the most critical one is that they can keep in touch with the outside world!

The Grey Knights are good in every way. Their physical fitness is obviously better than that of the veterans of the previous generation. In Calvin's eyes, the development of the holy blood cells in the bodies of these new generation of Grey Knights has even reached a record of 10%!

But it is this autistic tendency that really makes Calvin a little helpless.

Especially after the emergence of the Legion Will, the Grey Knights who have solved the long-term psychic communication are all taciturn. The style of "keeping their mouths shut if they can't open their mouths" makes the culture of the entire Legion increasingly inward-looking.

This situation makes him both amused and worried.

He knows that he can't blame them, because most of the tasks they perform require silence and secrecy.

He couldn't stop them either, because the Legion's will was a process of mastery.

But you can't really not speak, can you?

Not being able to speak and not wanting to speak are two different things, but if you really can't speak because you don't want to speak, that's a problem!

Moreover, the size of the Legion will only grow larger and larger, and the need for diplomacy is imminent. Someone must always stand up and become the mouthpiece of the Legion, and someone must always have basic diplomatic qualities.

Is it still the same as before, relying on the Inquisitor as a bridge to communicate with the outside world?

Of course not! Look at the current situation in the direction of Janmorro!

Once the Inquisitor responsible for the middle communication has his own political intentions, the Grey Knights will fall into extreme passivity.

They are like a puppet, and can only fall into an embarrassing situation.

They must have their own diplomats. The tradition of a single company in the era of the Chapter being responsible for external affairs can no longer keep up with the current needs!

You can't always expect the Grand Masters to come forward, or for him, the Lord of the Legion, to speak out, right?

The Grand Masters are busy enough, and he can't be there every time.

Thinking of this, Calvin paused his pen on the paper, and drew a red circle on the word "diplomatic needs" on the paper.

This problem must be solved, but here comes the problem...

Calvin himself is a soldier who is not good at speaking. Apart from basic mobilization and speech skills, more in-depth diplomatic skills are not within his skill range.

This job was done by professional political workers in his previous life, and he himself definitely does not have this gene...

What to do? It is difficult to grow such seedlings on the fields at home...

That won't work... just get it from outside the wall?

The Primarch, who was at a loss for a moment, stood up and turned around twice, then winked and began to think of a trick.

Anyway, his legion already has the ability to transform. Although the cost is a bit expensive, it is not impossible to do it on a small scale...

Okay, I have an idea. What about the goal?

The Primarch sat down at the table again, and the figures of various legions flashed in his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Countless service experiences in other timelines flashed through his mind, and finally a familiar blue stopped in his eyes.

Eh? I think these Smurfs are pretty good! Especially the adjutant Sura, I think he's pretty good!

Having locked onto his target, Calvin is no longer anxious. There will always be opportunities, just see how to operate at that time.

He has no psychological burden for this behavior, anyway, these Smurfs owe him enough favors.

Besides, can a few Smurfs be called a hair? The Grey Knights' affairs... that's called dedication to the empire...

And Calvin hasn't settled the account with Presdia this time!

Even if their legion master comes to see him one day, Calvin feels that he has something to say!

"It's a pity for that adjutant..."

Calvin regretted why he didn't think of this problem earlier, otherwise he could ask for the Ultramarines in person in Presdia.

But that's the way it is, once you miss it, there's no room for maneuver.

Given the situation at that time, the other side had no way to refuse Calvin's request for people;

But asking for this after the matter was over would be no different from riding on the head of the Ultramarines and slapping them in the face.

The Primarch shook his head slightly and finally gave up the idea. He looked at the pile of documents in front of him and immersed himself in new work again.

And the wonder of fate lies here.

Just when he was obsessed with that excellent adjutant, the young man named Sura had already written an application for transfer to Death Watch...

Under the dim light, the servo skull reminded Calvin that he needed to rest on time. After several intervals of sleep and work, the first draft of the whereabouts of the third batch of Calvin's sons was finally completed by Calvin.

If there are no accidents, then the two troops will rotate regularly between the two bases according to a fixed cycle of once every ten years.

And if the legion's manpower begins to be sufficient in the later period, Calvin also wants to include the base of the Krieg system and the Death Watch base station in a certain direction as the legion's regular rotation base.

Calvin will classify these bases according to the degree of danger of their locations, forming standard first, second and third-line combat readiness levels and corresponding combat readiness duty systems.

When there is no large-scale war, the transfer between these bases will become a fixed service process for the promotion of the Grey Knights.

And if there is a need for the Legion to go out, these bases can also become one of the reliable sources of soldiers in the rear during the Legion's expedition.

A paramilitary personnel training system that combines the characteristics of war zones and military regions has taken shape under Calvin's hands.

Although the Primarch's experience in the Krieg galaxy has given him some understanding of this type of work.

But the military organization in the interstellar era is far more complicated than that in the tribal era. It has become more like a science with the development of human civilization to this day, and it is far from a craft that can be covered by accumulated experience.

Of course, he can rely on his identity and follow his instincts to command the direction of the war.

But in his eyes, that kind of person is only suitable for fighting a favorable battle. He can burst out brilliant light in a short period of time under special circumstances, and even create merits that future generations can hardly match.

But he is destined to be unable to last long, once the war is intense or there is a change in the rear. The fragile military system (or interest alliance) under such people will collapse like weathered rocks under the attack of storms.

The so-called "When the time comes, the heaven and the earth will work together, and when the fate is gone, the hero is not free." It refers to this kind of people.

Calvin does not discriminate, but he does not want to be a "hero" in this special era. He has higher requirements for himself and his soldiers, and has longer-term hopes.

So everything will return to the ordinary, and everything must be grabbed from the soil.

The Primarch needs to have a deeper understanding of all aspects of the operation of the empire in these long and tedious tasks.

It is also necessary to gradually adapt to and master the overall vision of the high-level military generals of the human empire in the interstellar era in terms of the source of soldiers, training cycles, consumed materials, and even supporting personnel and diplomatic work...

Make up for yesterday's update.