Chapter 481 The Elephant in the Room Returns to Krieger

Chapter 481 The Elephant in the Room - Return to Krieg

It took nearly a month for Galvin to travel south from Terra and finally reach the Krieg Galaxy.

Without bothering to greet the stationed Astartes, the huge Silver Dawn flew through the surrounding planetary worlds and headed straight for the core planet of the Industrial Alliance.

Under the gaze of all the planetary world garrisons in the galaxy, a team of Thunderhawks set off from the deck opened at the belly of the battleship, and flew into the atmosphere like several inverted lightsabers under the protection of the escort aircraft.

There was a faint roar at the edge of the sky, and the flocks of silver Thunderhawks quickly grew larger from the light spots, and then landed on the apron after a steady high-altitude pass.

The escort fighter group roared and circled overhead, and after receiving the signal from the Thunderhawks, they swayed their wings, then assembled into a battle formation and left again.

On the square-sized apron, monks in red robes lined up quietly in two rows. Several high-ranking generals of the Astartes Regiment, who were taking turns to rest, also stood on one side of the queue with their adjutants, forming the two wings of the crowd with the members of the Inquisition on the other side.

The gate of the Thunder Eagle fell, and the Primarch... no, the Grey Knights appeared.

More than a hundred members of the direct company, all wearing Terminators, walked down first, and in the center of the array, the fifteen-member flag guards, in groups of five, held high the silver blade flag symbolizing the legion, and the flags of the two battle groups fluttered in the wind.

The officers of the Astartes were solemn, because this was the first time that the Grey Knights appeared in front of them as a legion.

The armor on these warriors had obviously been changed and rested, and they were in the best state of preparation, but there was still lingering war and gunpowder in their faces and eyes.

Eighty-five three-meter-tall Grey Knights marched heavily to both sides, while the 15-man Flag Guard stopped.

The heavily armored Honor Guards and the golden Imperial Guards appeared last. The huge steel formation just took up the gap left by the front formation in an instant during the adjustment of steps.

And in the crowd of their formation, Calvin, the master of this galaxy and even the entire Grey Knight Corps, finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

The formation of more than a hundred people finally took shape and started again, but among its seemingly complete military appearance, nearly half of them were drawn from the warriors recuperating on Titan.

But no matter where they came from before, these Grey Knights had a familiar smell on their bodies.

It was a smell heavier than blood. It was the smell of the endless cold curse that all Grey Knights headed by Calvin took after the formal establishment of the War Council, completely embracing order.

The Fire Eagle warriors are familiar with it, because when they were born, they had to endure severe battle damage and mutations in their blood alone;

The Weepers are also familiar with it, because it is the price given by the noble blood of Sanguinius.

The bloodthirst and black rage are like an eternal curse, which makes their humanity face endless tests, and also makes all the descendants of Sanguinius pay countless sacrifices in the darkness, which are full of silent heroism and sorrow.

And now, such a familiar taste has also appeared in these Grey Knights.

They don’t know what happened to these Grey Knights, but what they can know is that compared with the mysterious but empty Grey Knights in the past warband era, these Grey Knights appear more real in their eyes after having a lingering sense of heaviness.

"Sanguinius..." The resonance of the soul made the Weepers instantly think of their genetic father.

Thousands of years of hardships and torture made them question him countless times in their hearts, and struggled between love and hate countless times...

But the Grey Knights in front of them were different from those who had lost their bloodline forever.

Although the cold and haze lingered on these strange warriors like maggots, just because of the most dazzling existence in the crowd, their temperament had a calmness that could not be ignored... and hope!

"Emperor's blessing!" Several Astartes officers of the Chapter Alliance knelt on one knee and prayed to the Emperor.

No matter how many times they repeated it, the Primarch's almost miraculous figure could still shock these warriors in the depths of their souls.

The changes in the Grey Knights' military appearance certainly made these Astartes feel sincere awe and envy, but no matter how dazzling the presence of the Iron Division in front of them was, it could not cover up even a trace of the light of the existence surrounded by the crowd.

Calvin's face still remained at the age of 20, as if time had no meaning in front of him, but his eyes under the blue crystal crown looked even deeper, as if he had gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes of life in just a few decades.

"My Lord!" The mechanical priests also joined the salute to welcome the source of their struggle.

The officers of the stationed Tindalos Legion were also like this, and the black and gold military uniforms were instantly lowered.

The huge welcoming team had already fallen down, and only the members of the Inquisition were still standing. But despite the huge pressure from the surroundings, these pale judges still stubbornly insisted on their positions, bowing and performing the double-headed eagle salute to express their greatest respect.

"Get up, all of you..." Calvin's voice was not loud, but it was gentle and tired with an irresistible will.

Everyone stood up immediately, and the Primarch frowned slightly after looking at the welcoming crowd.

"Where is Constantine... Can't he come anymore?"

Several priests looked at each other, and then the one in the center stepped forward to explain to Calvin:

"The state of the Chief Great Sage... is not stable. According to the results of the recent Turing test, we recommend that he should not easily leave the static position."

"I understand, lead the way." After a slight silence, Calvin still responded calmly. Although his mood was already sad enough at this time, everyone here was waiting for him and paying attention to him.

He must show his calm and strong side, which is his obligation and responsibility.

But he couldn't help but worry about Constantine's current situation. He could only express his inner emotions by slightly speeding up his pace while fulfilling his responsibilities as a commander.

His identity at this moment was contradictory. As a commander, he needed to support the hearts of all his followers, regardless of distance;

But as a person with complete emotions, he was destined to have different reactions to the departure of each life due to closeness or distance.

The Primarch met the crowd one by one with a heavy face, and everyone knew his purpose without too much entanglement.

After a short meeting, the leaders of these industrial alliances left one after another, leaving only the local mechanical priest and the team behind him to guide the Primarch to the underground road.

On the high points on both sides of the central avenue, Astartes warriors with different paint jobs saluted the Primarch passing below at the sentry posts.

Calvin raised his hand calmly and simply, sighed slightly, and then ordered the priest at the front of the left side of the team:

"Go, take me to see him."

"Your will..." The priest in a red robe bowed and saluted, and the huge team on the central avenue gradually disappeared into the steel peaks on the ground as the starlight came to an end.

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