Chapter 458 Black and Red, the Plot in the Shadows (Forty-Three) Battle of the Titans

Boom!

The light that could not be seen directly gradually dimmed, and Calvin's figure could be seen again. The shield that lost the external attack disappeared into the air again, and the countless ammunition fired at the original body was piled up and mixed together.

Then Calvin used his psychic power to crush it into unrecognizable scrap metal, and smashed it on the ground with the effect of gravity.

Energy shield remaining: 91% (recovering)

Armor damage: 0% (spare repairable materials: 1000T)

Targets killed: 1500+ (including non-carbon-based life units)

Willpower reduction: 30% (restoration recommended)

Calvin slowly fell to the ground, and the "Blessing of Hyperion" in his pupils was summarizing the battle data just now.

An extraordinary AOE attack is certainly based on his powerful psychic power, but the accurate search for each target relies on the convenience of his brain structure.

Both of these are a burden on the brain, so after the battle, even the original body needs time to recover.

The strength of will is not an absolute quantification, but is driven by the mind - the will of the soul.

As the projection of the power of the mind in reality, the strength of its interference and influence on reality will be weakened from the inside out with the consumption of each bit of will after removing the amplification of the power of the subspace.

Once the overall strength drops below 30%, even Calvin will inevitably fall into a self-protection coma.

This is a rule that applies to all psychics. What is different from other psychics is that when Calvin uses his will as a bargaining chip to stir up psychic energy, his consumption is far greater than that of ordinary psychics.

Similar to Calvin is the Emperor, or Horus, who once became the "Four Gods' Co-Elect", can also be counted as half.

The opposite representative is Magnus. He and all other psychics pay a much lower price when they actually perform than the first three.

The power of the former is based on the soul's acquisition of power (authority), so they wield powerful power with authority as the core.

This crude and simple power comes at a huge cost when it is used, but just like his soul, which is the basis of all spellcasting, the power as solid as gold and stone cannot be tampered with or shaken by anyone.

The latter does not have the conditions of the former, and can only use the wisdom of mortals with the smallest power as a "pry board" to guide the direction of greater power layer by layer.

But it is precisely because of his overly "delicate" structure and self-proclaimed precise calculations that his spells are like the glass foundation of a magnificent building in front of equal or even more powerful beings - only a small amount of destruction and guidance is needed, and the final result will deviate thousands of miles from the target...

There is no sign of life on the open space in the canyon at this time. Except for the original body itself, all the Word Bearers and Fallen Knight Titans were turned into dust under Calvin's full force.

This Astartes force of more than a thousand is obviously the absolute main force of the enemy. When their signals disappeared in the enemy's communication channel, the entire Lupakalia war process was stagnant in a strange calm.

However, this was only a temporary calm, because the enemy had much more power than that. Just as Calvin put the flying Imperial Truth back on his back, the Space Wolves in the distance had sent him new danger signals ahead through the Grey Knights and the Legion's psychic link.

+Level 1 alert, a large number of heavy vehicles appeared in orbit, and outside the coverage of anti-aircraft firepower. +

A brief report, with an equally brief first-person observation memory, appeared in Calvin's mind.

And it was the appearance of this memory that made Calvin feel pressure again, and also verified his initial guess about the strategic intentions of the Word Bearers.

But he still needed the final confirmation.

+I remember that the war on Moro has been going on for a week? +

Calvin found the target under the protection of the fleet from that memory. After instantly recognizing that they belonged to the characteristics of the Titan Ark, he compared them in the database while asking Hoffman, the head wolf in charge of the battle command.

Although Hoffman was not clear about Calvin's intentions, he still instinctively confirmed Calvin's question from the battleship and gave a positive answer.

"That means that for a whole week, the nearby astropaths did not hear any echoes of the fleet in the subspace channel?"

"I'm afraid so..." Hoffman looked at the data summarized on the server and verified Calvin's guess with a positive answer.

"I understand." Calvin watched the enemy's Titan Ark land from a position far away from the front line and finally confirmed the enemy's intention.

The target of these Word Bearers from the beginning to the end was not the Janmoro sector, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the enemy did not take any action to bypass the Janmoro-Otto line with superior forces.

Their target was Morro from the beginning, or perhaps, there was also themselves who were forced step by step by the war situation to join the Morro battlefield in person!

Lord of Murder...

In the middle of the bloody gear, the emblem of a snake-shaped sword surrounded by two drops of blood was recognized by "Hyberion's Blessing".

The participation of this second-level Titan Legion, once named the Lord of Courage and originating from the Forge World Faos II, means that the fallen Word Bearers Legion will have the help of more than one high-level Titan in the counterattack after being hit!

At least a warlord-level Titan, and judging from the number of Titan Arks, there will be no less than ten.

Calvin took a deep breath. The battlefield seemed calm at this time, but the threat that was truly enough to threaten the entire Lucapalia was already in front of him!

Heper's support will arrive in three days even according to the most optimistic estimate.

Although the battlefield on the Otto front is over, they also need time to rest.

And what Moro lacks most at this time is time...

Calvin looked at the top of the mountain behind the position. In the underground fortifications there was the standby position of the psychic Titan, the Imperial Political Commissar.

The only one who can fight against the Titan is the Titan, and this psychic Titan is the only one that Calvin can fight against the Lord of Murder after counting the power in his hands.

But the problem is that only Calvin can withstand its power. If Calvin wants to drive it to fight against the Lord of Murder, can the Sea Wolves, who have lost more than half of their number, stop the Word Bearers who are coming again?

It would be nice if someone could replace him, but what kind of person is qualified to drive a psychic Titan...Speyer?

Experience in driving an Emperor-class Titan...

A body that controls psychic liquid metal purely in the state of soul...

A strong and pure will that can theoretically form a link with the Pure Land of Souls and share Calvin's psychic energy!

This is simply the best candidate given to Calvin by fate, and the only condition he lacks is a contract with Calvin...

Thinking of this, Calvin immediately took out the badge of the Order of Omen from his waist, and Speyer, who was in hibernation, was awakened by Calvin and told about the current situation.

"So, you are asking me for faith?" Speyer looked at Calvin calmly.

"Yes," Calvin replied.

"Even though you know my philosophy?" The pilot's tone became calmer, and Calvin knew that the possibility of persuading him was disappearing.

"I swore, you know." Calvin's tone also calmed down.

"I swore that the final fate of this pure land will not belong to me, and I will give everything for the hope of the Empire and mankind."

"For the Empire and mankind?" Spyr asked, and then interrupted Calvin's attempt to speak.

A look of reminiscence flashed across his eyes, and then after gazing at the land that had been ravaged by Warmaster Horus, he said to Calvin: "I believe in you."

Boom!

Under the Evergreen Hill behind the city of Lupacalia, the Imperial Political Commissar was surrounded by a group of mechanical priests, and the plasma engine was awakened by the sound of the bell. This time, the consciousness that connected with its ancient machine soul was a soul that had also experienced vicissitudes!

One update, two updates later, or tomorrow morning, sorry for being a little tired.