Chapter 515 Black and White, the Voice of the Wolf and the Sword

The decision has been made, and the rest is nothing more than the work of the specific execution layer.

The members of this fleet, whether they are the Death Watch or the Imperial Navy, have already seen the collision of blood and fire.

The horn of war has been blown, and they have long been accustomed to it in their eyes, not as unacceptable as in the civilized world;

But it is undeniable that both Cobb and Little Calvin himself feel a lingering pressure from the loss of initiative behind the war itself.

This has just begun, and what will be waiting for them later?

The enemy's conspiracy has been arranged, and they, as the sword of the empire, have no way to retreat.

Sacrifice?

This is not the problem they are afraid of.

Failure?

This is what they worry about most.

Bright jets began to appear at the stern of the Lava Blood. That was the Death Watch who received orders after the meeting and began to officially leave the fleet sequence.

Talos and his captain were closely watching the movements of the Coronis continent.

The crew members of the lower-level command group split into two groups:

On one side, they controlled the Molten Blood to occupy a favorable position to block the possible anti-aircraft firepower from the direction of Koronis to cover the fleet of the Tindalos Legion;

On the other side, they cooperated with the Death Watch to send off the "reluctant to leave" Primarch, and then waited for the Silver Dawn to communicate with Koronis to obtain the authorization to formally intervene in the ground war.

They didn't have much time, but anxiety was the most useless emotion at this moment.

They might face tens of thousands of orcs, but the meaning of their existence was for this.

Training...

Fighting...

Rest...

Fighting...

The repeated process filled their simple and boring lives.

Perhaps one day, they will get rid of this cycle that will never end:

They will either die under the blade of an enemy or be shattered by the blow of a heavy artillery.

But, does it matter? Who cares?

You know, this is no longer the era when the Emperor still walks on earth.

The Wolf God is dead, and the former Moon Wolf will never come back.

Being able to pick up the flag of the Empire again and fight in the galaxy in the name of the Emperor is the best life for Talos and his "Black Shields".

They never fear death, because then they will never think about and doubt the old things in their dreams at midnight;

They even look forward to death, because such an ending is in line with their ideals and expectations, and being able to shout "for the Emperor" to end their contradictory life is much better than those brothers who walked into the Eye of Terror...

At this time, the bridge of the Silver Dawn was also busy:

As the admiral of the fleet, Tibers was the only choice for diplomats in the absence of the Primarch.

He had the obligation and responsibility to contact Koronis, and after sending the first batch of fighters to the nearby star fortress in order to establish a communication relay point.

This veteran who had served for hundreds of years finally stopped his work and began to wait for a way to establish contact with the ground other than the astropath.

And his work is more than that:

The fleet has entered the information closure phase since leaving the Desperate Watch.

After leaving the deep subspace, his most urgent problem is actually to receive information from the nearby public channels.

The intelligence system of the Inquisition is everywhere in the Empire, but this place has just experienced a war.

And all he has to do is to activate the nearby observation stations in the name of the Eye of the Empire-if there are any.

Little Calvin, the temporary commander of the Legion-Sir Sutherland is also very "busy".

He has left the bridge at this time and led the team to the large transport deck area of ​​the battleship.

There, the Tindalos Legion, which is about to temporarily leave the Grey Knights' command sequence, is waiting for his order.

And this is just the first stop on his journey. After sending off the elite mortals with more than 10,000 people, he has to go to the upper deck area of ​​the battleship again to meet his father who "runs away" at any time...

Yes, although the battleship is busy at this time, the internal channel of the Grey Knights is particularly quiet.

The sons of Calvin were obviously used to the tolerance shown by the Primarch on a daily basis, and Sir Sutherland's coming to power changed the atmosphere within the legion.

And this is actually what they need.

Calvin is too soft-hearted and gentle.

Perhaps because of his past life experience, the Primarch has never really realized his status;

Or because of the size of the legion, he has not really "understood or accepted" the fate of the sons of Calvin.

But his descendants understand, but his "children" know.

They know their fate and mission, and they know that sacrifice on the battlefield is inevitable.

But the structure and will of the legion, in a sense, deny these "facts" that are about to happen:

The Primarch knows his legion too well.

He can understand the name, personality, martial arts skills and even life experience of each Grey Knight through the will of the legion...

Such a structure does allow Calvin to play his advantages, so that the Grey Knight Legion can fully utilize the power of the will of the legion in the early stage of expansion.

But the same structure also allows the original body to clearly know the sacrifice of every Gray Knight, making it impossible for the original body to escape the fate of their inevitable departure.

They don’t know the existence of the Soul Temple, so they don’t know their destination after death.

Therefore, these children who are too "simple" and "innocent" in a certain sense have some unnecessary worries due to the isolation of information from both parties.

Little Calvin's rise to power was born in this context.

Because all members of the battle group agreed that they needed to create an artificial "isolation zone" between the original body and them.

Only then can we leave as quietly as possible...

This is the logic behind Calvin's "strongness" and another reason why he was able to take power smoothly.

And his position is also very subtle:

The responsibilities of the legion are limited to their current size, and may not be as clear as those of other legions of Astartes, but with the functions that little Calvin currently plays, he is in fact fulfilling the power of an "archon".

Well, a titular archon.

A consul who would lead a team to block the flight deck because his original body "ran away"...

But Calvin would not give him this chance.

In fact, the original body had quietly boarded the return ship before the meeting ended.

There are no spare Thunderhawks on the Lava Blood, and the small shuttle is not unacceptable.

So, when Lord Sutherland, who was full of emotions, led his adjutants and staff to appear in the "No. 1" deck cabin.

The only people who stepped off the Thunder Eagle, which was originally planned to carry the original body, were a few unfamiliar Imperial Guards and Calvin's Honor Guard...

"Where's the Titan?" Little Calvin asked, looking at the people in front of him, but in fact, his eyes were always staring at the latter.

As brothers, the imperial guards obviously did not answer his obligation, so they lined up and left.

The remaining members of the Honor Guard looked at each other, and then gave little Calvin an "unsurprising" answer:

"Well... Taitan has returned to the palace and left an order saying that he will not accept your visit for the time being..."

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