Chapter 497: Ancient Etiquette of the Elephant Rescue Project

"Calvin?" Taros subconsciously threw down the gun in his hand and walked out quickly.

And on this long road, he did not forget to confirm with the strong man beside him.

"Which Calvin? What does he look like? I don't know? Oh...stronger than you can imagine? Can it scare you? That's right..."

The two people walked out from the depths of the monastery, and the low voices of conversation also accompanied them all the way. In the cold and aesthetic columns of the Tribunal, many tall figures lined up silently and approached. In the front row under each column, the officers of the company and the squad looked at the two seriously.

Since joining the Death Watch, they have never had the opportunity to meet him, but in the mouth of Taros, the commander, the name of the Ashbringer and the more legendary identity have long been known to them.

A person suspected of being a gene original has a very special meaning in the eyes of these orphans of the Shadow Moon Wolf;

And no matter whether the other party really has that identity, they don't want to show their own embarrassed side to the other party.

The Wolf God is gone, but the Shadow Moon Wolf is still the Shadow Moon Wolf. They may not have been noticeable in the heyday of the Legion, but they still have their own inherent pride.

The two strode out, and everything in the monastery behind them was in Taros's eyes.

Although the glorious legion emblems on the shoulders of these warriors had long been replaced by darkness, when he really faced the person who saw through him, he couldn't help but feel nervous about the fate of himself and his comrades.

"My lord!" Taros called in a low voice.

When he passed the last corner in front of the monastery, the tall and terrifying figure was facing away from him.

On the horizon of the planet, the cold light of the distant stars was passing through Calvin's figure and shining on the ancient blue-gray floor of the monastery.

And Calvin's armor, against the cold wind and the rustling cloak, refracted the cold light again.

"Get up." Calvin turned around and looked at Taros not far away after hearing the voice, and a familiar smile appeared on his calm face.

In this cruel world where every separation may mean a farewell forever, it is also a comforting thing for Calvin to meet a former comrade after decades.

"Yes!" Talos agreed, and by the way, he reached out to pull up the stiff strong man behind him from the ground.

And it was not until this time that he saw the red and golden figures standing quietly beside his two equally nervous sentinels in his peripheral vision.

But that was all. There were no other followers beside Calvin except these managers of the desperate watch and the guards of the imperial army.

"Are you here alone?" Talos couldn't help asking, which was inconsistent with his impression when he parted with Calvin.

The scene of groups of Grey Knights guarding and surrounding their Primarchs in an indifferent and serious state left a very deep impression in Talos' heart.

"No, they are all up there." Calvin pointed to the top of his head. The Silver Dawn seemed to be just a tiny light spot on the ground. But if the organized Grey Knights appeared here, he was worried that these black shields would show signs of instability.

He came here only as a personal visit, and no extra arrangements were made except for the guards of the Imperial Guard.

Taros was once a quasi-senior member of the Legion. Although he was not as high-ranking as the "Four Kings Council", he was only a little short of the famous Archon's Helmet. The accumulation of merits over time.

The quality of the Legion's politics made him understand the nature of this visit in an instant. The eyes of this weathered warrior were full of surprise, and there was also some warmth belonging to his comrades.

"Long time no see." Calvin walked up to Taros and knocked on Taros's shoulder armor with his hand.

"Long time no see." Taros also raised his fist armor in response, and collided with Calvin's hand when it fell.

"Your colleagues in the Storm Star Region have a high evaluation of you. It seems that you have developed well."

"Uh..." Taros was a little entangled, and he didn't know where to start with this sentence.

It was no secret that the Inquisition was wary of him, and he thought he knew the specific content of Calvin's "not low evaluation".

Of course, Talos wanted to complain to Calvin, but the representative of the Inquisition was right next to him. All the words gathered at the corner of his mouth, and finally turned into a plain invitation:

"Let's go in and talk first."

"Yeah." Calvin saw all this, and while agreeing to Talos, he turned his body to the people behind him:

"Please, everyone, it's okay here now."

"Yes..." The members of the Inquisition looked at each other, then bowed and retreated. Although the other party was not a direct leader of the Order, the charm of the Primarch was still difficult for them to resist.

Calvin, Talos and others watched them leave, and then turned and walked inside accompanied by the Guards of the Imperial Guards and the logistics officer Tam.

In the ancient monastery, the former Luna Wolves were lining up to welcome this special guest from afar.

Under the towering door, the light of the star was cut into a narrow beam of light, and the warriors wearing the more ancient MKⅢ power armor looked at Calvin in the center of the corridor with silent and solemn eyes.

The Primarch had vaguely sensed the presence of the crowd before he entered the hall, and as his expression became more serious, the guards behind him also began to take him seriously.

"Helmet, weapon." Galvin whispered to the person behind him.

The captain of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and handed over the helmet with the imperial eagle carved on it with his right hand, while another Imperial Guard waited until the Primarch put on the helmet and held up the war hammer with both hands.

Talos and his logistics officer watched the scene in silence, with the same solemn expressions but with unstoppable memories.

Giant, war hammer, and the iconic lightning claw...

The same huge body, the same huge and ferocious weapon, made everyone present vaguely see the warm and familiar figure that every Moon Wolf missed but hated;

But the different colors of armor and the completely different temperament showed him and his brothers:

The Wolf God is dead, this is a completely different person.

Tam behind him quietly interrupted Talos's memories, and then put the red cloak handed over by his comrade on his shoulders. Looking at the old things on his body that were so familiar that it was heartbreaking, Talos couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

Clang!

Talos drew out the broad sword and held it upright in front of his chest, while he stared at Calvin through the narrow eyepiece of the MKⅢ helmet.

The guards behind the Primarch obviously knew this etiquette. While the golden Achilles halberd was raised high, the adamantium guards also expressed rare respect for these ancient warriors and responded solemnly.

"Please, allow me to lead the way for you!" Talos shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Calvin also responded solemnly.

After receiving the response, Talos nodded slightly, and then turned around and strode forward while throwing away the blood-red cloak.

Calvin followed with a synchronized pace, bearing the attention of all the warriors on both sides.

Update, late, sorry.