Chapter 516 Gothic? Gothic.

"Okay, I got it." Little Calvin answered angrily, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The early return of the Primarch was certainly not within his expectations, but to be honest, if Calvin had not retreated, he would not know how to end it.

Little Calvin, who was at the core of this "farce", was more supported by his emotions and responsibilities at this time, and when the Primarch chose to avoid the conflict, his mood was finally relieved from his uneasiness.

+ Let's go back to the strategy room. +

The young Lord of the Third Battle Group and the temporary owner of the Silver Dawn, after a brief pause and sorting out his thoughts, gave orders to the team behind him.

And his adjutant, flag officer, and company commanders on duty, after receiving the order, quietly followed the different functions of a complete command center, and each of them respectively made appointments with the bridge, barracks, representatives of the Inquisition, and even senior officers of Tindalos, and began to prepare for the communication that might be needed after the appointment.

And this is the effect that the Primarch and Little Calvin wanted in this "drama":

The latter can feel that after he has fulfilled a certain sense of restraint on the Primarch according to his duties and character.

His orders have been more thoroughly implemented in the battle group as a certain status is confirmed.

A smile flashed across the corner of the young Sir Sutherland's mouth, but he and his team did not stop.

The tall Grey Knights disappeared into the corridors of the fleet, and their heavy and firm steps were the most powerful support in the hearts of every member of the battleship.

"The communication channel is connected, waiting for authorization..."

"Authorization key-Hyperion."

Tiberus stood between the throne and the projector and gave the corresponding password as soon as he received the servo response.

The fleet heading to Koronis has returned, and the communication relay on the orbit has been built and is being debugged.

On the communication deck group of the Silver Dawn, the personnel assigned to contact Koronis are temporarily stagnant and are waiting quietly.

On the other side, the crew members who found the nearby Tribunal Intelligence Station after scanning with the auspicious instrument transferred the communication signal of the encrypted channel to the throne after checking the information and confirming the status of the intelligence station.

+ Authorization passed, initial access level assessment in progress... +

+ Initial access level confirmed... Epsilon +

+ File comparison... Loading... +

+ 2863 unchecked files, passkey... +

Click.

Tabers pressed the key in his hand, skipping the meaningless process.

After two rapid keystrokes, an encrypted window hidden in the file directory was called out.

+ Warning! Key input countdown. 9...8...7...6... +

"SHIELD." Ignoring the cursor on the screen, Tabers turned on the voiceprint recognition device on the communicator and said the predetermined codeword.

In the meteorite belt outside the Agathon system, a micro intelligence station emitted two imperceptible red lights, and then after the voiceprint recognition passed, it finally stopped the self-destruction program that had been activated.

+ Number of files 3196, loading comparison...+

"Retrieve battle reports, limit search keywords... Terra, Adeptus Astartes, pollution, Inquisition, Inquisition."

+Sifting...+

Looking at the extra 300 files, Tiberus ignored the flashing high-security labels.

Those files either did not match the timeline he was concerned about, or belonged to information he did not want to know.

And the main bodies of these files all had comparison and encryption programs, and identity information had to be left every time they were consulted.

Tiberus knew the direction of the Primarch's current focus, so he had no intention of getting involved in unexpected events.

"Astartes" in the five keyword indexes was set for this purpose.

With this word limit, some "experiments" about demons and the Inquisition or even more outrageous matters would not appear in the review records of the Silver Dawn.

Information about the Hazy Star Region and the encrypted intelligence sent by Terra recently were selected from a pile of files that had been piled up for who knows how long.

The information about the Eye of Terror, which was retrieved at the same time, also appeared in the column of the file.

Tabers' eyes swept through the labels of these intelligence one by one, and his hands did not stop operating the servo.

A series of codes flowed on the green screen, and the intelligence was diverted, and then sent from the bridge of the Silver Dawn to the servo skull and personal terminal of the Primarch and the commander of the battle group, Calvin Jr.

"Ding... Ding... Ding..."

Calvin, who had just returned to the bedroom, was about to rest, and he activated the emergency program again when his personal terminal was offline, and was pulled up from his huge steel bed by the servo skull "Holy Blood".

"Eye of Terror?"

This was Calvin's instinctive reaction when he saw the information on his personal terminal.

Under the search logic of the servo, the pollution term refers to everything related to chaos while preventing electronic demons from polluting the system.

As a Grey Knight, Calvin's job is here. His professional habits made him subconsciously pay attention to everything about the Eye of Terror. As for the battle report of the Misty Star Region, he read it later.

The former's unusual movements obviously did not attract his attention at this time, but a visit record from the border of the hazy star field made his brain, which had just awakened, feel the "pleasure" of rising blood pressure instantly.

"Mars?"

Calvin looked at the small frigate with the Terra mark in the image attached to the document.

Although the latter has undergone sufficient transformation and disguise, in the eyes of people who know enough about the Mechanicus, the keel position and functional area settings of its warship are still full of "Mars" style.

And the existence of "that person" and his avoidance of Calvin made Calvin almost subconsciously think of something.

So Calvin began to recall several time points when he and Constantine visited Mars, and then, as expected, in the record of the earliest visit, he found a visit date that matched this frigate.

Is it him? The probability is very small...

Calvin shook his head with a smile, and then drove this paranoid idea out of his mind.

But this thought was particularly stubborn, almost like a virus, reappearing the moment it was cleared, and continued to occupy the original body's "logical thread" according to the previous thinking.

If so, what was he doing here?

Calvin thought and did it, and he had already picked up the data board at hand.

Under the high-level authority of the original body, a tracking and query instruction about the frigate was also transferred from the core of the Silver Dawn all the way, and then sent to the vast starry sky.

"It's better not to be him, it's better not to be there."

Calvin subconsciously said, his eyes fixed on the location of the Gothic star zone on the data board.

But after thinking about it, the original body's psychology had a reversal.

"It's better to be him, it's better... there!"

Update.

In addition, thank you for the support of all the gentlemen who have seen this book, and thank you for not bothering to read it all the way here.

So, if you still don't mind my long-windedness, then I would like to mention here that the book of the butler of our book club - the little cat of the imperial guard is on the shelves!