Chapter 578 The Truth Beneath the Fog

"The ninety-seventh..."

Calvin thought about his own achievements in his heart, and kindly refused the suspension bracket pushed by the Grey Knight beside him;

The cabin filled with engine noise, under the influence of Thunder's poor aerodynamic shape, has a special love for the stratosphere.

In the entire cabin, all the Grey Knights honestly placed themselves on the fixed frame, only Calvin himself stubbornly stood in the central aisle.

Of course, he has this privilege.

"How is the progress?" Calvin looked at the figure next to him, and these two words were superimposed and spread layer by layer in the psychic communication.

All the Grey Knights who "heard" the Primarch's question could clearly understand that this word, which was given time and space meaning by the inscription at the same time, pointed to the status of the entire advance fleet at this time.

Time progress, space progress, fleet location, and even when the advance fleet passed those confirmed contaminated asteroids, satellites and even orbital space stations, the fleet sent specific combat tasks downward in units of squads.

The Thunderhawk that Calvin was on was like this, and it was one of the hundreds of squadrons that were deployed around the advance fleet.

Behind the advance fleet, the two thousand Astartes of the Krieg Alliance, as well as the main fleets of the Death Watch and the Slanderers, were also rushing towards this place at a very fast speed.

"Progress is going well." Gorgon shook his head and sent the information that was also encrypted by the inscription in the reverse direction.

But like all the Grey Knights, his application of this tool was far weaker than that of the Primarch.

The combat information of the advance fleet was too complex and dense, and the information encryption and compression technology he could master could not summarize all of this information.

The third-level inscription system was probably the limit that these Grey Knights could use and use to build their own soul defense;

As for the daily information communication and combat applications, they were firmly fixed within the scope of the second level.

But Calvin was not worried, because in his eyes, the lack of this ability was a process of growth.

The Grey Knights were destined to continue to grow, and what he was doing now was to speed up the process in the middle.

"Ninety-seven..." Calvin repeated the number again.

The concept of the Great Demon was almost completely overturned after Calvin went through this war.

Compared with the training he received from the Inquisition, the information obtained from the victims was obviously more credible.

What? You asked them what they said? How did they say it?

Calvin had no desire to explain this, he just touched his belly and smiled without saying anything...

In short, there is no strict standard for the so-called Great Demon;

In the subspace, whether it is Chaos Without Division or the fragments of the gods, there is only a difference between ordinary and having unique concepts.

Within them, the real standard for distinguishing these unborn people may not be truly agreed upon until the very late stage;

And this consensus they have is also very familiar to Calvin - that is, whether they have divinity.

Yes, it is still divinity.

Just like the humans of ancient Terra said before they walked out of the star: "There is never anything new under the sun", under the endless changes in the subspace, there are actually some "truths" that are commonly recognized.

Divinity is easier to obtain for the fragments of the gods, but this ease is still far from the difficulty that humans understand.

They may be able to please their own bodies by some coincidence in the tens of thousands of years after their birth, or simply because of some accidental behavior of the subject consciousness, their consciousness will be placed on the fragment.

So, when the will of the gods leaves, and the fragment is lucky enough not to be broken or damaged, then this fragment will have a new title from then on - the incarnation of the gods.

In contrast, it is much more difficult for the unborn without chaos. There are only two ways for them to obtain divinity:

One is to pray for the favor of the will of chaos, just like some legal gambling, to find a trace of the origin of chaos in the endless subspace, and just small enough not to expose the identity, so as to be coveted by the gods;

The second is to do your best to find every opportunity to reach reality, and leave a deep enough impression on the civilized races of the real universe in a short time window as much as possible.

So the question is, is there anything more impressive than killing and destruction?

Perhaps, but it will definitely take a long time, and this is exactly what they lack.

So killing and destruction became the only choice for these fragments of the gods who were not favored by the original gods or the gods without division.

They also enjoyed it and wanted to maintain their existence in time through these created traces, so as to obtain a trace of divinity that was naturally born after running through the long river of time.

This is the truth.

A truth that Calvin never thought of.

In the memory of the Thousand Sons in his soul, the guardian spirits summoned by himself and other sons of the Legion were probably special cases based on this situation.

When an unborn person can establish a stable contract with reality, these beings that are essentially high-dimensional creatures will not mind temporarily putting away their ugly faces in the short life cycle of mortals with fixed guarantees and benefits that are remembered.

They are even willing to show a certain degree of "loyalty" and "reliability" as long as its contractors also show enough strength;

But the "scale" of this attitude, although it exceeds the lifespan of most mortals, who can guarantee that this fragile contract can remain faithful in the face of real terror?

There may be extreme exceptions, but it is definitely not the norm.

Hmm... Another mystery has been solved, and Calvin is in a good mood.

But he also has a vague pressure in his heart, because the information obtained from these unborn people also points ominous meanings to his target-Goth.

The bumpy cabin has regained stability, and the roaring engine has also become quiet unconsciously.

Calvin knows that this is a feature of the plasma engine turning to outer space working mode.

And at the end of his vision, in the observation window that is so narrow that only a slit is left, as he expected, the figure of the orbital space station appeared.

The cleanup of the route near the fleet has been completed, and the other Thunder Eagle teams are also in the process of returning.

Calvin feels the will of the legion in the psychic state, and the active souls around him are his descendants paying tribute to him.

Going away... This is the consensus of Calvin and other Grey Knights.

The enemy's purpose is very clear, and in the process of killing and hunting the demons here, he also found the battles that had taken place here from the souls of those mortals that have not yet been digested.

Stranivar, this is the name of this galaxy.

And if he guessed correctly, the wreckage of the warships floating in the orbit of the companion star of the second star in the galaxy is the last trace of the defense fleet that once stayed here.

On the battlefield in the past, the warships of the Black Legion were rampaging here like wolves, and then with the help of the equally huge Death Guards, they annihilated the Imperial Navy here in the shortest time, and then left without even cleaning up the battlefield.

What are they looking for?

What are they doing?

Calvin felt something in his heart, knowing that this might be one of the few clues that could help him turn the tables in this war where the enemy is numerous and we are few.

But the fog of war made him know nothing, and he could only wait until he arrived in Gothic in person to know.

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