Chapter 491: Confrontation Between the Elephant Rescue Project and the Backhand

Chapter 491: Save the Elephant Plan - Confrontation between the two hands

The hymns on the Obsidian Fortress continued, but the solemnity of mortals was replaced by the coldness of the Grey Knights.

Calvin still kept smiling and walked forward, but a look from the depths of the throne court still made him wonder if he would be arrested tomorrow because of a mistake of stepping into the palace area.

But who cares? Anyway, this hymn has a history of thousands of years in the empire, and the man must have heard it many times in the faith channel.

I can't give him special treatment just because the position of the singing is too close to him this time? At worst, I can stay away...

Calvin hummed in his mouth, and his mind had already begun to look for a suitable trip recently.

At the door of the hall in the distance, the slightly pale face of the chief of the Star Language Court was already visible from afar. The welcome ceremony had come to this point after many twists and turns, which obviously exceeded his expectations.

"God Emperor bless you, respected Eye of the Empire."

"God Emperor bless you, the mouthpiece of the Empire in the endless starry sky."

Under the dark pillars, Calvin looked at the old man in front of him with a little surprise.

Under the mature etiquette of the Empire, as a visitor, he was greeted by the host first. It should not be an accidental coincidence.

In the team behind the chief of the Star Language Court, someone obviously noticed the problem of this link, but in this critical situation, they could only focus on the core of the crowd with angry eyes.

"It's not a coincidence..." Calvin's guess was confirmed.

And at the moment he raised his head, he also noticed the apology in the eyes of the old man in front of him.

"That's a concession." Calvin nodded slightly, and then walked inside under the other party's extended gesture.

The latter felt relieved after noticing Calvin's body language, and finally stopped worrying about the revenge after the previous offense to the original body...

"Take it." The two leaders gave orders to their subordinates in different ways at the same time.

The singing over the City of Vision gradually stopped, and the farce finally came to an end in a tacit understanding.

The remaining links were much simpler. The leaders of the two teams exchanged a few pleasantries in the corridor of the palace and led the crowd to the depths of the palace.

During the march, the two Terra lords maintained a subtle silence.

The staff of the Star Tongue Court introduced the allusions of the sculptures along the way to Calvin, and Calvin, who came in the name of the Tribunal, nodded frequently, seemingly immersed in the eyes of everyone.

The door of the first reception room appeared in front of everyone in this atmosphere, and the sparsely placed ritual items at the door indicated that this was the location for the reception in the chief plan.

The huge welcoming team returned to their positions, and under the vigilance of the two gray knights and the silent sister, the door of the first bedroom of the Star Tongue Court finally slowly closed in front of everyone.

"Excuse me."

After the crowd dispersed, in the quiet reception room, the old man who was taking off his crown with the help of his attendant winked at Calvin in the interval.

Calvin did not have such distress. At this time, he was surrounded by two guards and a grey knight, sitting safely on the extra-large chair prepared for him. (As the emperor's envoy, the guards were obliged to accompany and appear in any public occasions where Calvin participated.)

He was not the one who suffered a loss in the ceremony before, and the little action of the old man in front of him made him more interested in him unexpectedly.

He is a wonderful person... Calvin evaluated in his heart, but said:

"It's okay, it's also an interesting experience."

The old man who took off his cloak and handed it to the attendant paused slightly after hearing it. It was obvious that he was prepared for the answer of the Primarch but also helpless.

Just an experience? This is the stability brought by the sharp sword in his heart...

As he turned around, the old man wiped the bitterness on his face. He reorganized his expression, as if the conversation just now did not bother him.

He knew exactly what a gene primarch meant, and in his understanding of these demigods, not everyone was in the mood to play these political games that belonged to mortals with him.

"So what is your purpose?" the old man asked.

"An unwelcome request." Calvin sat up straight, and Nicholas beside him took a step forward and handed the document to the old man's servant.

"Sister of Silence?" The old man did not take the document from the servant, but gestured to the latter.

So a parchment with the emblem of the Astronomical Court was handed back to the guards in the next moment.

"You know?" Calvin was a little surprised, but still waved to Nicholas.

The latter took a step back in silence and handed the document to the primarch. The content was expressed in the body language within a few seconds, but the old man who was observing on the side shook his head again in his heart.

"5,000 people?" Calvin took the document in his hand and glanced at the words in it.

The allocation of the Star Language Court to the Sisters of Silence was already a surprise to him, and the hand-signed number at the end of the document in the gap between the number of people to be executed was even more surprising to him.

"Yes, 5,000 people, is that enough? If not, there are more!" The old man's expression was indifferent, as if he was not talking about the direct armed forces of the Star Language Court.

And the second half of his sentence made Calvin feel like he had missed a step.

"Price." Calvin's hand holding the parchment turned slightly pale, and his eyes were fixed on the old man.

He seemed to have noticed something, and seemed to have expected it, but in order to get the answer from the other party, he still asked word by word:

"So, what is the price I have to pay?"

"Will you agree?" The old man asked with a smile, but the answer seemed to have been predetermined.

"You say it first." Calvin did not retreat, but a feeling of being targeted lingered on him.

"Whale Song." The old man pointed to the direction above his head, and that was the direction where the will of the legion commanded by Calvin had just materialized.

He recalled the voice he had just heard with some intoxication, and the future behind that voice was the part that he and the people he represented must hold on to.

"We heard the future from those voices. I don't know what you found.

I don't even know what the people behind those voices have experienced, but this future must have the existence of astropaths!"

Bang!

Calvin sat back hard, and the metal chair screamed in an instant.

The eyes of the two people collided fiercely in the air, but at this critical moment, neither side wanted to retreat.

"Change the conditions!" Calvin whispered, but the voice of the original body was not suppressed, even the angry whisper was like a giant roaring in front of him.

The War Council is his core team, and his plan for this team really does not include products of compromise in the old era of the Empire, such as astropaths and navigators.

"Then there is no room for negotiation, and we will part ways!" The old man looked at the original body with red eyes, and his servants had already collapsed to the ground.

At a distance of less than five meters, Calvin could clearly feel the tension of the other party's muscles and the eruption of sweat glands, but the old man seemed to resist the shackles of his body and stood in front of the Primarch with unimaginable perseverance.

"Do you think you can defeat me?" Calvin's eyes became colder, and the power in his body was also eager to try.

When a Primarch's murderous intention is locked on a mortal without any concealment, it is undoubtedly a nightmare for any mortal.

"No..." The old man's clothes were soaked, and his muscles and bones were screaming and groaning, but he still insisted on standing up, and said to Calvin in the most stubborn but humble tone:

"No... Of course I don't have such an idea, but the Startalker needs a future, he should and must be a part of the human race!"

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