Chapter 484 The Elephant in the Room: Tracing Its Origin

Chapter 484 The Elephant in the Room - Tracing the Roots

"Okay, my friend. Our schedule is tight, and there is no time to hold a celebration ceremony for you." Calvin stood up from the throne and said to Constantine, who was stretching and adapting his body.

The surrounding Grey Knights had moved a series of armed racks to his vicinity, and on these racks were placed a complete set of modified Saint-type power armor.

Constantine refused the Grey Knights' help, and had no intention of letting the mechanical slaves enter the Silver Hall. The silver hair behind his head spread silently, and then he assembled the armor modules on his body one by one.

Spier appeared behind Calvin at some point, watching this magical scene with the Primarch and the Grey Knights present.

The entire armoring process took less than ten minutes, and the one who appeared in front of everyone again was a silver-armored giant who was no different from other Grey Knights.

"Let's go..." Calvin waved his hand, and the Grey Knights silently carried away all the armed racks.

The three turned and walked towards the corridor on the side of the Silver Hall, which was the exclusive space for the War Council.

There were no personnel stationed in the corridor along the way. As the mothership of the Grey Knights, this battleship was the latest to enter service among all the Glorious Queens.

Due to the characteristics of the Grey Knights' legion and some technical explorations of the Empire, this battleship is undergoing a similar modification to the Triumvirate of Chaos - that is, the Grey Knights themselves complete most of the command and driving work of the battleship.

As the superstructure of the battleship, the Silver Hall is no exception. Except for the key nodes leading to the public area in front, there are no Grey Knights' sentries here during normal times.

Unlike the other two who remained silent because of thinking, Constantine watched everything along the way with interest.

And as the few people walked, a cabin that was not so tall appeared in front of them.

Bang!

Putting the helmet in his hand on the rack by the wall, Spyr turned around and found a place to sit down. Calvin waved to call back Constantine who was still admiring the view from the porthole. The temporary meeting of the War Council with only three people began hastily in this cabin.

"Where is Marduk?" Constantine asked. After experiencing the sublimation ceremony, he certainly knew the current list of members.

There is obviously still a huge gap in the personnel of the council, and its functions are still a long way from being truly complete. But as far as the existing members are concerned, Marduk is obviously the best choice to be responsible for communicating with the Imperial Church.

"He is near Baka now and can't catch up with our meeting.

I will open a channel for him to listen in in the Pure Land later. Let's discuss the important things first."

Calvin also pulled out the high-backed stone chair and stretched his legs to sit on it. There was no member who needed him to exist as a primarch here, and naturally he didn't need to maintain his usual solemn demeanor.

"Okay, then I'll listen first." Constantine also found a seat and waited for the two to speak.

"What to say first? Oh, let me think..." Spier looked at the two people, and then remembered something that had been ignored before.

"The logistics records of Heper and Mars have been checked. They are indeed providing some special materials for Mars, and there is no relevant record on Terra."

"Where is the list of materials?" Calvin's expression became serious. He first watched Spier transfer the data to the projector, and then looked at Constantine with an inquiring look.

The latter understood Calvin's meaning and also shifted his attention to the words on the projector. As the green high Gothic letters kept refreshing on the screen, his eyebrows also raised high.

"Where did you get this thing..." Constantine pointed to some words that were marked by the data induction function and appeared repeatedly in multiple lists.

"Don't worry about this, come and tell us about these things..."

Spire was still flipping through the relevant information about Heper, trying to find something useful in it. Although Calvin had reached an agreement with them, the God of the North Wind was still a regret that he could not let go of.

"Not enough, but I have a vague idea." Constantine interrupted Speyer's words, then raised his head and said to Calvin:

"Astarte, it is a substance used by Astarte to maintain hormone balance."

"Oh, that's nothing..." Speyer replied, but the moment he raised his head, he saw Calvin's eyes.

"What about the quantity?" Calvin looked at the document and asked slowly, and Speyer finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

If this is not an accidental material transaction, but a secret agreement that has been going on for an unknown period of time...

"1000, the standard batch output of gene seeds in the gene cultivation equipment on Mars."

Constantine's tone was still flat, but his eyes were already excited. He obviously realized the value behind this agreement, and Calvin had shifted his focus to a deeper level.

"How long is the cycle?"

"Do you mean starting from the gene seeds? Then, if you add the training of personnel and a few gene adaptability checks in the middle... fifty years or more. But..."

"But this does not prevent them from running multiple batches at the same time?"

As soon as Calvin finished speaking, the entire conference room fell into a brief silence.

Yes, a fixed cultivation cycle can indeed limit the maximum production capacity of a single project.

But that is Mars, the industrial core of the entire empire. Who says they must honestly choose a single project?

If we calculate according to the cost of large-scale production and the window period of the cultivation cycle of related gene components, I am afraid that multiple projects running in parallel at saturation is the best choice for this group of wealthy oil men!

"It's a big trouble..." Spyer muttered to himself. Even someone like him who rarely interacted with Astartes knew how big the crisis behind this project was.

And there was no need to consider the direction of Terra at all, because since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, no one could have the confidence and prestige to control and organize such a large-scale Astartes expansion!

"I didn't know they could still be trusted like this..." Spyer was talking about nothing else, it was the unreliability of Mars in the war after the Beast War.

He couldn't understand why anyone would trust these Mechanicians so much and hand over such dangerous power to them.

"Notify Nicholas and tell him that I need him to come."

Calvin suddenly switched on the communication channel and ordered the Grey Knights to communicate with the envoys of the Imperial Guards. The two people in the meeting room instantly understood his intention:

For this level of military expansion, if there is one force that cannot be bypassed, it is the Emperor's personal guards.

"My Lord..." A few minutes later, Nicholas appeared in front of the three people in the meeting room.

And Calvin waved his hand directly, indicating that the old friend should find a seat by himself.

"We have discovered some situations, so there are some things we need to verify with you..." Calvin's tone was a little complicated, because the lack of such intelligence had proved to him that despite such sincerity, the Eye of the Empire might still not be the highest level in the eyes of the Imperial Guards.

Nicholas sat in his seat and listened attentively, and the tone of the Primarch also made him feel pressured.

"Please speak..." Nicholas responded.

"Does the Empire currently have plans to expand the Astartes?" Calvin asked.

"Yes, Terra has always had a complete process.

According to the agreement with Mars, Terra has been keeping a close watch on the status of the Astartes regiment. When their losses reach a certain level, the relevant process will be activated..."

"I mean the legion level." Calvin interrupted Nicholas's summary, and the latter finally showed a rare pause after hearing the long-lost word "legion".

"What do you know?" Nicholas looked at the Primarch in front of him, his eyes still firm.

And this reaction is almost no different from recognition in the eyes of the Primarch. (In the eyes of Primarch-level life, the observation of other life can reach a very microscopic level, and if he happens to have long-term contact with this person, then this person has no secrets in his eyes.)

It's good to know, it's good to know...

The string in Calvin's heart finally relaxed, but a sense of distrust followed.

The remaining two people in the conference room exchanged glances with each other, and did not easily express any opinions on this occasion.

"If you mean Mars, then it does exist." Nicholas also noticed the atmosphere in the conference room, and after careful consideration, he gave a positive answer.

"Who initiated it?"

"The person who is as noble as you"

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