Chapter 479: The Elephant in the Room

Chapter 479 The Elephant in the Room - Clues

830.M39, Solar System, Grey Knights Strike Cruiser - Wrath of Truth, returning from the Obscure Star Region, Alan Janus, commander of the First Battle Group (Chapter), was standing quietly in front of the porthole.

The waterways of Terra were still as busy as before, with dense formations of ships like schools of fish, carrying nutrients from all over the Empire to feed the Empire's brain while also bringing orders from here to all parts of the Empire.

The war of Janmorro ended in a blink of an eye, and thirty years had passed. During this period, he had been leading the army, and finally received an order to return to his home planet Titan after ending the rebellion war in the direction of Zortun.

Calvin, his genetic father, was also the one who gave him a second life.

He was Alan Janus's commander, close friend, and mentor of ideals and beliefs;

And Alan was his follower, subordinate, and the sharpest sword in the battle to achieve his goals.

Now, thirty-five years have passed since he last met Calvin.

He could vaguely know the changes that had taken place in the Primarch, but he had a completely unfamiliar understanding of the new product, the War Council.

But it didn't matter. As he said, he was the sword in the hands of the Primarch;

And as the supreme commander of the First Battle Group, he also clearly understood that no matter how precious the sword was, it was also a consumable in the fierce fighting on the battlefield during the long journey.

The Empire is eternal, but the warriors of the Empire are always one generation after another; the Primarch is eternal, but he has never sought eternal companionship...

About to enter the warning area, threat level - red, signal source - Mars orbital defense...

The response passed... the encryption key passed... the alarm was lifted... the navigation permission was being authorized...

The thinker behind him interrupted Allen from his thoughts, and just as he was about to leave the porthole, a spaceship rising from the red earth caught his attention.

On the spaceship flashing with signal pulses, the emblems of the Inquisition and the Order of the Holy Hammer made him extremely familiar, and what happened next was exactly as he expected:

After the Thinker was slightly silent for a few seconds, the message from the friendly unit requesting landing sounded again on the quiet bridge.

"Oh, it's you."

Amid the sound of the gate opening, an equally tall silver-armored giant stepped in.

The figure of the person who came was not much different from Allen, except for the extremely conspicuous "metal long hair", there was only a gear decoration obscurely on the position of the emblem of the book and the holy sword on the chest.

And looking at those long hairs that looked like living things, Allen thought of the mechanical prostheses on the priests of the Mechanicus.

"Constantine?" Allen asked in a low voice, and it was obvious that the latter's arrival surprised him.

But Allen was not surprised by Constantine's form, because there was another deputy who looked like this in the decision-making level of the current First Battle Group.

The warship he brought had an industrial production capacity comparable to that of the Mechanical Ark.

The warriors he brought, after some mysterious transformation, can directly control the armor and aviation vehicles that originally belonged to the Grey Knights.

Their factories can follow the legion into the battlefield and pull up a complete set of Astarte-class light weapons supply and manufacturing system in the shortest time.

If he is given more time to develop, he can even support the continental plate-level air defense system alone with the support of the legion's will.

And their soldiers can free up precious troops from the armored units of the Grey Knights, and show sufficient reliability in the battle with Chaos.

This is all support from the mother planet Titan, and as far as Allen knows, these legion members with special strategic significance belong to Constantine.

The legion's war mode is changing under this support. The Grey Knights, who were originally accustomed to special operations, are slowly adapting to frontal conventional warfare with full weapons.

The new recruits on the mother planet are also constantly replenished, and as the scale of the troops expands, the mechanical priests on the battleships are quietly decreasing.

They were sent to the second battle group stationed in another star field in the name of conscription.

In the first battle group stationed in the Storm Star Field, Constantine's subordinates were quietly replacing these believers of the Om Messiah.

"Why are you here?" Allen was a little confused.

There are countless people who can handle diplomacy with Mars, but the person in front of him is not a good choice.

"Oh, I sent some things over and wanted to see someone by the way." Constantine replied with a smile.

His current life form is indeed beyond the imagination of Mars. As long as he does not actively reveal information, he is just an ordinary technical sergeant in the eyes of Mars.

"The things have been delivered?" Allen blinked, instinctively feeling the complexity of the matter.

"Delivered." Constantine replied.

"Did you see the person?"

"No such person."

"Oh... he doesn't want to see you." Allen understood a little, and then thought of a new question:

"How do you know for sure that he exists?"

"Information." Constantine smiled, and a strand of his silver hair spontaneously lent itself to the Thinker beside him. A huge amount of information was being refreshed on the screen above the main console.

The entire Terra logistics route to the outside world was marked one by one, and in some of the inconspicuous star regions around the routes, forging worlds of varying sizes were highlighted.

Special biosynthetic materials, cheap and large amounts of gene culture materials, precious living samples, and special trace hormones that were only used by adult Astartes.

The huge amount of material transportation category documents was rapidly reduced after several special classifications were marked, and the Thinker, who was screaming and almost collapsing in computing power, also regained his composure after spewing out a burst of steam.

In the countless material lists, several key materials that were hidden and attached had nowhere to hide under the targeted keyword-directed search, and were gradually revealing their true full picture to Allen.

"You see, when these data fall into the eyes of those who are interested, the elephant in the room has nowhere to hide."

Constantine looked at the final list of materials and laughed in a low voice with a little complacency.

If he had not accidentally paid attention to the whereabouts of that person because of his unyielding character when he was young, he would not have known how big a secret was hidden in it.

But Allen did not feel any excitement when he saw the supply list that had been gradually compiled and maintained for thousands of years from hundreds of forging worlds and armed merchant ships.

What is this?

This is all the special substances that an Astartes warrior who has undergone a complete transformation operation needs to maintain body growth and hormone balance, except for the weapons that Mars itself can supply.

And the content of this list is quite special, because the hormones that promote growth should no longer appear in the list of materials after achieving hormone balance.

But it appeared, and these substances have always been in the subsequent lists, and the quantity required is very stable.

"They are making Astartes, and they are making them all the time!"

After thinking through all the logic, Allen looked at Constantine and gave a firm conclusion.

It's too late, sorry!