Chapter 564 The Secret of the Inscription

"Is it too late?" Corax questioned Galvin's order, because it was a cross-stellar troop movement.

"It's not a big problem." Galvin said.

"If the coordinates of the destination are clear and accurate for long-distance jumps, then the fleet's speed is not slow if the number of jumps for supplies is reduced.

And my legion is also good at dealing with the common problem of lost navigation during deep voyages."

"Oh..." Corax didn't say anything else.

Thinking of the Grey Knights, who are psyker per capita, and the characteristics inherited from Galvin in his bloodline, Corax couldn't help but believe Galvin's words even though he had a very bad impression of the warp.

Galvin didn't plan to share the information about the Titans with him for the time being.

But from Corax's own perspective, he had already noticed the Grey Knights' uniqueness.

They were too stable, so stable that even with Corax's stereotyped prejudice against psykers, they were a little too suspicious.

The Raven Lord's psyker talent was not as good as Magnus, but among the Primarchs of that year, he was definitely not the one who dragged his feet.

In fact, there has never been a Primarch who is truly insulated from psychic energy.

The soul structure of the essence of the Warp is that the boundary between them and the Great Psykers in a certain sense is that there is only a question of whether they want to, but never a question of whether they can.

But it is this innate mastery of the Warp, coupled with his profound understanding of the inhumanity of the Supreme after awakening his essence in the Warp, that these Grey Knights walking in groups on the Silver Dawn can also be regarded as a big "miracle" in his eyes.

Stability, inhuman stability.

Regardless of the difference in their souls by talent, the size of their influence on the Supreme;

But they all have a common point that surprised Corax - that is, inhuman stability, as if they were walking off the same forge assembly line.

This stability is reflected in his vision. Any reflection of the soul of a Grey Knight has a regular and stable fulcrum in the Warp.

And the essence of these fulcrums is based on the true deconstruction of the Supreme.

What is that?

Corax looked behind Calvin, and saw a member of the Honor Guard walking from the front of the Silver Hall through the heavy screen wall.

In Corax's eyes, the soul of this particularly powerful Grey Knight had the same solid structure as other Grey Knights;

But compared with them, the soul of this outstanding fellow had a more complex structure on this basis!

Words!

Corax finally noticed a certain pattern in it, and in his observation of Calvin from the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw the same information flashing from the latter's soul.

"La... (secretly hidden, protected spirit)"

Corax felt the meaning of the words and subconsciously tried to repeat them with his tongue.

The low, inhuman voice not only woke him up at the moment it was uttered, but even Calvin in front of him was also affected.

"Hmm?" The Grey Knight was also touched, stopped in an instant, and looked around vigilantly.

"Hmm?" Calvin put away his thoughts for a while, turned his head to look at Corax, and then saw the Raven Lord putting out the fire with some amusement.

Well, this is the real "fire extinguishing" in the physical sense.

Because the moment Corax recited the inscription, the power that Calvin and all the Grey Knights had infused into this "word" itself in mysticism had already responded.

The silver halo was born from the void, just like a maggot attached to the bone, clinging to the shadow in front of Calvin.

Tsk...

Corax frowned, and in Calvin's eyes, used a huge amount of shadow power to forcibly extinguish the silver halo that was spreading and burning on his black hair.

After this close-up personal experience, he finally understood what Mortarion felt at the time.

Domineering... cold... hard...

And the incision that was almost comparable to Chaos, but with a different approach...

After dissolving this power, he still did not give up parsing the text from his own perspective.

But these words were not complete in his eyes, as if they were just a cross section of a complete structure.

"It's not just space, there are even things in a higher dimension..."

Corax savored the aftertaste of this word, and his eyes looked at Calvin more and more strangely.

"My personal suggestion..." Corax was very frugal with words, but he looked at Calvin very seriously.

There was surprise in his eyes, and even more incomprehensible confusion and regret:

"Although your growth path is different from ours, since the power you have is so special, why don't you try to grasp it first, and then consider other things?"

"…………"

Faced with this "not so tactful" euphemism, Calvin didn't know where to start for a while.

Of course, he also wanted to be a Shilipo Sword God at ease, but the mission of the Inquisition never stopped.

"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Calvin replied, and Corax didn't say anything else.

It is a taboo to talk about deep things with people who are not familiar with each other, and being able to say these things has exceeded Corax's principles.

"What about you?" Calvin didn't want the conversation to become dull, and he was also curious about Corax's next plan.

"Don't you want to go back to your Legion's home planet to take a look?" He asked Corax, but the latter gave a negative answer:

"No... It's not the right time." Corax denied, and the warning in his eyes prevented Calvin from asking any more questions.

After the conversation, Calvin turned and walked out, and Corax's figure turned into a shadow again and fell under Calvin's feet.

"Where to go?" asked the Lord of the Dark Raven.

"Far..." Calvin nodded slightly at the Honor Guard coming in front of him, and the latter stood in place, waiting for the Primarch to pass and follow closely.

"Fermat's mechanical ark is about to be in place, and I need to work with other Grey Knights to completely clean up the pollution left here."

"I understand, call me if you need anything..." Corax fell into silence after he finished speaking, and Calvin felt that he had fallen asleep in the shadow under his feet.

Buzz!

Before the door of the Silver Hall was slowly opened, two rows of Grey Knights saw the Imperial Truth slowly flying up from behind the Primarch in a uniform salute with their halberds.

This long sword infused with Calvin's power finally woke up from its brief slumber after slashing and devouring the magic sword Draconion.

"Murder... originated from the original killing between blood relatives."

This ancient word turned over in Calvin's mind, flashing an ominous halo.

In the truth of the empire, the faceless angel representing Calvin's will, while struggling to spread his wings and slowly hovering with his hands on the sword, was facing that concept from a distance.

The light of order, under the infusion of the faceless angel, gathered on the long sword in its hand, bringing up a silver light as smooth as autumn water;

While the other overflowing light scattered and then turned into a silver chain, the root concept called "murder" was locked by order from a distance.

"Behead." Calvin whispered in his heart, and this was actually a reappearance of the past.

"Kill!"

The faceless angel slammed the sword in his hand down heavily. From his high vantage point, a dazzling light shone at the end of the sword's blade!

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