Chapter 434 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (XIX) The Characteristics of the Blood Crows

Military strength, still military strength.

Although the new recruits on Titan were enlisting in batches of a thousand, Calvin did not feel the burden on him lighten at all.

Because that's not the norm, just the Titans' accumulation of qualified psykers over nearly a century.

Although his appearance has greatly lowered the threshold for recruits, compared with the recruitment standards of other legions, there are still very few suitable soldiers for the Gray Knights.

And what about his enemies? Will you wait for this army to grow slowly?

These two large groups of mine are already the peak of unprecedented military strength for Titan. But if they spread across the vast empire territory, can they really affect the situation of the entire empire?

It's still not enough, at least the current speed of recruitment and conversion into military service is not enough.

At the end of the Great Crusade, with this small force, it was quite difficult to fight a sector-level defensive battle, let alone compete with the complete legions in the hands of other primarchs.

Broken at a touch, crippled in a battle, this is the true portrayal of the Gray Knights Legion now.

According to the current trend, the enemies of the empire have obviously discovered his existence.

The enemy cannot give him time to develop slowly, and the psykers brought by the Black Ship Alliance cannot make up for the severe losses on the legion-level battlefield.

We still have to find a way, but what is the way?

Calvin stepped down from the podium where he explained and demonstrated the battle situation, and his thoughts were going on simultaneously with the war in front of him and the construction of the legion.

The Honor Guards had already accepted the mission and left before, while the remaining Imperial Guards were performing their duties as guards.

The communication channels on the high platform went out one after another, and the commanders on the battleship also formed into groups, preparing to leave.

"Um?"

The original body who was about to leave the conference room stopped again, his instinct reminding him that there were some things or people he had forgotten.

This weak signal was captured, so he found his target in the crowd - the Astartes representative who was clearly wearing red power armor but had almost no sense of presence.

"Lemuel of Bloodraven?" Calvin looked at him and asked, but this kind of inquiry was just a courtesy.

The latter was obviously familiar with this kind of questionable affirmation, and simply walked out of the crowd to greet him.

"Hail, my lord. The Blood Ravens await your orders."

However, his greeting did not receive the expected response. After an embarrassing and angry wait, he raised his head and looked at the silver-armored giant.

But the giant was also looking at him, or rather looking at his soul.

Two different lights extended from the depths of his soul and entwined around him.

The ominous shadow of the curse spread out from within his soul like a crimson veil. The other light, which is also red and slightly dim, sticks to the former, blocking and isolating the leakage of all information.

Curse from the same bloodline, blessing from the same source.

The curse is passed through the bloodline, and its glow is like a maggot attached to the bone, trying to extinguish the soul in front of you every moment.

The light of blessing is particularly tenacious, but its dim origin can only mean that its giver has fallen.

Two seemingly homologous forces are entangled and intertwined with each other.

But the source of the former's power still exists, and it is only a matter of time before that blessing is completely extinguished under continued wear and tear.

But the blessing of the latter obviously has its own uniqueness. In addition to proving its owner's knowledge of subspace, its tough shape also has some unexpected effects.

For example, the weak and abnormal sense of existence of the blood crow in front of him is due to this blessing. If Lemuel's emotional agitation hadn't affected his soul, even the Imperial Guards would have subconsciously ignored him.

Even Calvin was quite surprised by this hidden effect with almost no psychic fluctuations. However, if there were no external influence, the complete outbreak of the red curse would only be a thousand or two thousand years ago.

And when that time comes, this Astartes and his comrades will surely have an extremely tragic ending.

Is it a flesh-and-blood mutation starting from the bottom of the gene? Or is it an unstoppable move toward darkness from the depths of the soul? Calvin had no way of knowing the specific outcome, but it would not be good.

He had to hesitate whether to deal with this dangerous war group in advance.

+The twins of curse and blessing+

Calvin's subconscious thoughts were not deliberately obscured, but the Blood Crow, who clearly had the emblem of the think tank in front of him, froze for a moment when he sensed this thought.

+Can you see it? +

He looked at Calvin in surprise, almost unable to believe what he had just heard. The same thoughts jumped in response to Calvin in psychic fluctuations, but the intermittent fluctuations were enough to illustrate the agitation of his emotions.

This is the second person who can see their true nature. In the past thousands of years, neither the top think tanks of other chapters nor the alpha level psykers with enough power to tear the stars can see this. Two essences of power rooted in the souls of the Blood Ravens.

This is definitely his biggest gain from coming here, and as the keeper of the secrets of the Chapter, he absolutely cannot let go of this precious opportunity!

"Then you must have a way!" The blood crow's soul was fluctuating violently, because the existence that gave them the blessing at the beginning told the first blood crows like this.

If you can see it, you can theoretically influence it.

A seemingly simple sentence made these deliberately hidden children search for thousands of years.

Because the granters of these two powers only briefly touched and manipulated this power with the help of magic.

There may be people who can observe this power naturally and freely, but they have never seen such people themselves, and they only exist in the theories of their schools.

Do such people really exist? Maybe there are, but they will never meet them.

This was Lemuel's view on this matter before today, but now, it is not.

+I'm not sure...+

Calvin frowned and thought, without giving a definite answer.

Whether it is curse or blessing, its essence is the endorsement of power and authority, and this operation is not difficult for him, but it is obviously a new field.

"You can do it!" The emotional Lemuel attracted the attention of the imperial guards, and the gilded model halberd was also placed in front of him at the first time.

But he still strode forward to approach the Primarch, and he didn't even care about the bloody marks on his face cut by the halberd.

Calvin raised his hand to signal the imperial guards that the Astartes in front of him obviously did not endanger his ability.

But the guards obviously have their own principles. Although they put away their halberds in the process of retreating, two guards standing one step behind the original body clearly put their hands on the plasma pistols on the side of the leg armor.

Click~

That was the sound of the magnetic holster leaving its position. Calvin knew it, and Lemu knew it too. This is the last bottom line of the guards. If they go one step further, they will die.

The people around obviously saw the tense situation in front of the platform. They slowly stopped and kept quiet to avoid any wrong influence on the two parties there.

"This is not the right time, nor is it a reasonable request." Calvin looked at Lemu and said.

The people around were unaware of the previous psychic communication, but were surprised to hear the conversation between the two without reason.

Lemu finally calmed down after noticing the concentration of the surrounding eyes.

+ The Blood Ravens are willing to serve you, even if they fight to the last warrior. +

Lemu cast this thought to the giant in front of him, and Calvin also felt their special value in the battlefield environment at this time.

An undermanned company without heavy equipment is not very meaningful for the front battlefield.

But if they are scattered behind enemy lines, their "characteristics" will be a hidden and sharp dagger as long as they are not targeted by the enemy's "prophecy".

As for the prophecy? That's easy!

Calvin raised his left hand and threw a "psychic seed" with his own characteristics to the blood crow in front of him, and then whispered to him:

"Then use your expertise to fight in the heart of the enemy. Your only task is to disrupt their plans as much as possible."

This is undoubtedly a promise to Lemuir. As long as he can bring Calvin satisfactory results, or even as long as they continue to exist in the heart of the enemy, their contribution will be enough to get the help of the original body.

"Your will!" Lemuir nodded slightly, then turned and left with this "promise".

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