Chapter 511: The Star Talker, the Candle Holder

"This is the Eagle's Nest, calling for the blood of lava. Please answer when you receive it!"

"This is the Eagle's Nest, calling for the blood of lava. Please answer when you receive it..."

The call of the Silver Dawn was the first normal sound that appeared in Calvin's hearing.

The whisper of subspace in his ears was not far away, but reality finally gave Calvin a not-so-bad anchor point.

Talos's vital signs and his voice of questioning to the captain of the Molten Blood to confirm the situation of the battleship then appeared in Calvin's perception.

Let the original body's perception finally land, and continue to extend to reality to consolidate his soul.

It wasn’t a bad journey, at least it didn’t cost anything irreparable;

This can even be regarded as a lucky gift, because in that dream, which was not known to be an hallucination or not, the Primarch obtained many inferences that needed to be confirmed later.

Could this be an illusion created by the enemy?

Calvin doesn't think so, because perception can be faked, but the characteristics and qualities of the Eldar gods cannot be simulated by more powerful gods.

Is this misleading given by Tzeentch?

Calvin does not rule out this possibility, but in the face of the fog of war where there is no knowledge, even misunderstandings are still valuable information.

"What's the situation?" Talos's voice sounded on the bridge.

The command unit deck below was still busy, and no one on the battleship's command crew had time to answer.

There was no anger in Talos's eyes, because this was definitely not their intention to neglect.

"It's not confirmed yet, sir." The battleship captain responsible for central command shook his head slightly and signaled to his master with his eyes.

Such is the case with Inquisition relationships, loyalty is cheap but strong.

From the moment he was assigned to Talos's warship, he and his crew swore an oath of service to these Emperor's Angels until the end of their lives.

As the captain, he had already left his seat at this time, and the position he was standing was between the seats of the communications director and the auspicious instrument director.

His two subordinates and comrades-in-arms were also working hard on their respective fronts at this time.

Chaos had already occupied the entire deck of the Astropath from the moment the battleship issued the warning.

The communications director was trying hard to get in touch with the astropaths. He had done everything he could except not issue the final execution order.

The same is true for the detection array on the other side. Thousands of contradictory information are also being fed back from the detection array throughout the battleship, torturing the fragile brain of the auspicious instrument manager.

Although the red blood has been flowing uncontrollably from the nostrils of the Oracle Director, this guy still did not take off the Thought Pulse Helmet and stubbornly fought on his post.

But fortunately, all this will eventually come to an end, or in other words, depending on the emperor's blessing, today is not the time for everyone to sacrifice their lives for it.

"The energy turbulence is weakening! The external communication system is back to normal!"

When the Astropath was on the deck, the first Astropath to regain consciousness regained contact with the bridge.

With his dry and broken voice, the communications director excitedly raised his head and shouted a reminder to the captain.

The moment the latter heard this, he turned to look at Talos, and after receiving tacit approval, he directly ordered the communications director:

"Try communicating with the Argent Dawn again!"

"yes!"

"The perception system is online again! The surrounding energy response is decreasing!"

The director of the apocalypse also brought good news, which put Talos's heart at ease again.

In the absence of the chief engineer (unassigned), this will undoubtedly make the members of the entire battleship feel extremely lucky.

Under the iron-gray dome hall, the servo skull and projection equipment are transmitting the information below simultaneously.

Looking at the rapidly decreasing red panels on the battleship condition diagram in front of him, Talos calmly let go of the anti-collision guardrail he had been holding on to.

The disaster was finally over, and the atmosphere on the battleship returned to its previous calmness.

On the small bridge, the news that the alarm was lifted spread extremely quickly;

The bustling crew members were running around on the lower decks, continuing to strive for their respective missions and responsibilities.

And Calvin stood alone behind Talos, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The gradually normal perception around me is extending, and then extending...

The human vital signs on the Lava Blood were densely packed, like a huge ant colony that came into his sight.

Memory and reality intersect in the brain, and neurons and electrolytes are in close contact with supernatural forces.

Calvin squinted his eyes and looked forward, the gradually weakening pain and pleasure in his brain reminding him and warning him.

At the same time, the experience just now also warned him that the war here was far beyond the scope of physical laws, and was by no means as simple and straightforward as the iron and blood in the previous life.

"This is the Argent Dawn... Damn it, I mean Emperor's blessing, we finally got in touch with you!"

Tabos's voice was transmitted by the Astropath, and sounded from the loudspeaker on the bridge with a rather distorted tone.

But this is finally a good thing. The communication signal with the Silver Dawn is becoming more and more stable, which also proves that the environment outside the battleship is becoming safer.

"How are you doing?

Our detection array just received a signal, and a high-quality object appeared in front of your ship.

Is the battleship in good condition now? Do you need to come out of submersible mode?

What's going on with the Titans? I need to talk to him directly..."

Tibers' voice continued, but Talos didn't know how to answer the captain's eyes.

He had no doubts about his condition, but he had no memory of the time just now.

After subconsciously retrieving the records on the power armor, he unexpectedly found that it was not just him who had problems.

Even the crew and servos of the entire Molten Blood had a blank time without any records of the thrilling test they had just experienced!

"Level 1 alert! Warp contamination warning!"

A cry of surprise was almost about to come out of his mouth, but the Primarch behind him stepped forward and raised his hand.

Feeling the extra weight on his shoulders, Talos turned his head stiffly.

And Calvin just looked at him calmly with his eyes, and then shook his head slightly at him from an angle that could not be seen from the bottom of the bridge.

"I am a Titan."

Hyperion's blessing was spontaneously activated, and with the intervention of the high-level authority of the Inquisition stored in the personal terminal, Calvin roughly took over the communication channel with the Silver Dawn.

Although the astropathic deck was surprised, the authority on the identification code was sufficient.

"Thank God!" On the other side of the communication channel, Tibers' voice was relieved.

It was with his tacit consent that Calvin left the legion and went to other warships alone. Under the current situation, neither the Grey Knights nor the Inquisition could bear the consequences of the disappearance of the Primarch.

"I have no problem here. The subspace turbulence has passed."

Calvin's voice continued, but he no longer wanted to endure such poor communication quality.

He remembered the astropaths on the Molten Blood belatedly. These unfortunate psykers had no sound and must be suffering from the previous subspace shock.

He wanted to help them, but the reality was worse than he imagined.

A trace of subtle psychic energy spread along his perception. The moment he found the astropathic deck of the Molten Blood, it quietly flowed into the psychic amplification matrix on the deck with a gentle but unquestionable attitude.

+Who is there? +

The Primarch's voice rang in the ears of the only awake psychic, who felt an instinctive shudder the moment he felt the power.

+Me! +

He called out loudly in his soul. Although he didn't know the origin of this voice, in the disordered warp, this voice, which also came from the battleship, was one of his few choices.

The turbulence of the warp is a disaster for any astropath. And this disaster is even more devastating for the astropath working on the warship.

The warship is not static in the warp, but moves in real time. In order to achieve the warp communication, he and his colleagues need to separate their souls from their bodies and project them into the warp.

In the dynamic warship, they are like kites flying in the storm, and the only link between them and reality is their own will and the positioning of their bodies.

And the current situation is that the connection between his colleagues and reality has been torn and severed by the warp turbulence.

If this situation is allowed to continue, these souls will be completely lost in the warp, or become lonely souls in an endless time corridor, or become food for some indescribable monster...

+I am here! I am here! Whoever you are! For the Emperor's sake! Please save them! +

+Even if you will die? +

The tone of that voice was slightly strange, but what it said was already within the expectations of the Astropath.

There is no favor that is obtained out of thin air, even the Emperor's blessing also requires faith to obtain.

+Yes, it is fair! Even if the price is me, please save them! +

+As you wish! +

The Astropath's soul-sentient promise gave Calvin's power a basic basis.

And that trace of weak psychic energy also completely locked it after signing a contract with the Astropath.

The cold and hot power rushed out and descended from the river of the void;

The astropath who felt the pain of the huge energy washing over his body in the rare state of spiritual vision, felt unprecedented fullness and strength in his soul while his body in the real universe was like self-ignition, emitting terrifying white light from his five senses!

+Come back! +

The soul of the astropath screamed out that word in pain and anger.

The power from reality made him like a glowing giant at this moment. While being burned by the power in his body, his body was also expanding and burning every minute and every second!

+Come back! +

The huge light and shadow shouted in the void, ignoring the covetousness and greed around him, and even ignoring his own fate of falling!

He used up all his strength and pain to shout every name he was familiar with;

He was like a star torch, lighting the way home for them in the dark ocean!

Scott, Pavim, Kao, and his most beloved daughter... Lillian.

Every time a name was called out from his mouth, a place in the depths of the subspace was lit up.

Those greedy and ugly monsters fled in panic at his shouts;

And those souls who had fallen into confusion also woke up at his call!

One by one, the links with reality were rebuilt from scratch in his eyes, and when everyone regained the coordinates of reality, he also ushered in his final moment.

"Lillian..."

The Astropath looked through reality at the end of the psychic amplification matrix.

In an inconspicuous seat there, his daughter was curled up and sleeping in a half-open life support capsule.

He was not familiar with this child, because she was born a hundred years after he completely entered the life support capsule.

He had hardly given her a decent fatherly love, because whether it was the psychic, who could not express his emotions freely due to the curse of birth;

or the Astropath's soul that became more and more irritable with the warp, he rarely had a moment of complete calmness, not to mention the care for a bloodline bred based on a test tube embryo.

+Is that your daughter? + Calvin asked curiously.

+Yes. + The Astropath replied.

+You are a good father. +

+No, I am not. +

…

+But I still have to thank you. +

The Astropath said to Calvin sincerely.

The soul that had been burning to the last moment let him know that Calvin had no interest in this deal.

The transaction procedure has been completed, but his selfishness is exposed at this moment.

+No, this is good, you deserve this deal. +

Calvin watched the soul of the Astropath dissipate, but similar memories rose in his mind.

He exerted his strength to hold up the last bit of the other party's wreckage, then retracted the perspective extending from the Astropath, and quietly returned to reality.

"He is a good father." Calvin said to Talos, which was also what he asked him to bring to the girl.

At the same time, on the deck of the Astropath, there was a scene of vitality.

"Uh..." The throat sound of drowning echoed on the seat of the psychic matrix. Many unlucky people who could not find their bodies due to the subspace vibration finally returned to reality with the sacrifice of the chief Astropath.

Calvin has walked to the deck of the Astropath, and the psychic amplification array here has been temporarily taken over by him.

The voice of the primarch became clearer and clearer in the ears of Tibers, and what he said next made the latter even more puzzled.

"Confirm our position." Calvin said to Tiberus, and at the same time signaled to Talos with his eyes.

The latter and Tiberus simultaneously called out the star map on the battleship, and the time record after the battleship entered the subspace was also displayed and compared on the two battleships at the same time.

"Oh! Damn!" Tiberus exclaimed, while Talos stared at the timer silently.

Subspace navigation is full of randomness, and the actual speed after entering the deep navigation state is even more without a fixed standard;

The battleship's grasp of its own voyage in the subspace is usually the timekeeping inside the ship from entering the subspace.

But in the timekeeping comparison of the two battleships just now, he and Talos were surprised to find that there was a time difference of up to five days in the timing equipment on the two battleships, and there was no valid information record in the meantime!

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