Chapter 580: Warning, Rebirth and Doubt

"This is the Human Empire, the Obscure Star Territory, the Gothic Star Area, the Gothic Galaxy...

We are in a state of war... In the name of the Sector Governor, any charter fleet or armed merchant ship must unconditionally respond to the call and assemble at the capital star from the moment they receive this message!

Any Imperial Navy, Astral Legion, or other Imperial armed forces who can hear our call, please fulfill your obligations as loyal servants of the Emperor and go to the Capital Star to join us on the battlefield...

Any Emperor's Angels of the Astartes Chapter (the following is an encrypted message that needs to be decoded twice), please be sure to respond to the requirements of the "Code of Astartes" and join our war zone..."

"This is the human empire..."

Click...

Calvin cut off the broadcast in the cabin, not intending to listen to the translation from the astropaths again.

He stood up and walked towards the passage leading to the bridge, and the Gray Knight behind him followed suit, waiting to separate from Calvin at the next intersection so that he could return to the Astropath deck to resume his life.

"Why not use psychic powers?" Calvin's voice came from the front, causing the gray knight to stop.

He stood silently until Calvin turned around.

"Are you still resisting?" Calvin asked.

"I don't know..." The gray knight sounded confused, but Calvin had obviously expected it.

“Then try, communicate more with your brothers, and try to observe the world from this perspective;

Only in this way can you see what belongs to us, and only in this way can you have a chance to continue to be strong. "

"Your will!" The Gray Knight knelt on one knee, while Calvin stared at the former for a long time before turning and leaving.

Calvin is on his way to the bridge here, because the battleship's chief engineer (mechanical priest) is already in place there. He is just waiting for the battleship to pass through the curtain of subspace, and the navigator will transfer the leadership of the battleship to him again. .

His Tech-Priests and Mechanical Slaves were also on standby in the engine room, waiting for his command to initiate the sacred ritual of restarting the engines.

There is still half an hour before the zero hour when the fleet plans to return to the universe, and the Gray Knights, Astartes, and even the entire crew on the entire fleet are already preparing for the upcoming battle.

"grown ups!"

At the far end of the corridor, a row of sailors holding pump-action shotguns bowed and saluted, and stood far away to make way for the adult, who had not much space.

And a few seconds later, a tall figure walked past their lowered heads.

Returning to the Astropath deck again, the Gray Knight subconsciously looked up. In the center of the command hall, Calvin was already sitting in the throne above the captain;

And the "brothers" beside him finally started their first conversation after he delivered the order:

"Stupid bird, can't you remember your name?"

"I'm afraid so." The Gray Knight paused slightly, obviously a little surprised by this conversation.

These strange colleagues were the first people he saw after regaining consciousness.

It was these people who, after he opened his eyes from the soul-piercing light, came into contact with his blank soul and gave him the humorous name - "Stupid Bird".

"I want to say... although I don't mind, can you change your name?"

He still remembered his expression at that time, and the joy that those brothers felt after hearing his hesitant tone.

"Oh... I'm sorry, my brother. Although this should be your right, this is an exception. It is a gift from our father. You'd better not refuse it."

This is what the particularly tall Gray Knight said when he leaned over to lift the naked man up from the small secret room;

And this was also the last time these Gray Knights used physical vocal cords to communicate with him after he regained consciousness and memory.

"As he wishes."

This was his answer and his subconscious attitude.

When the elder Gein named Gorgon spoke the unique High Gothic word "Father of Genes";

The blood in his body has transcended consciousness, expressing his instinctive admiration to the outside world in advance.

He couldn't resist, nor did he want to.

But was that his intention?

He wasn't sure, but at least he wasn't disgusted.

So, when the thick and holy holy shield-type power armor was witnessed by the mechanical priests and chanters singing hymns, it was carried to him by the naked slave workers and put on him.

Those silver, transparent and soft probes as soft as vellus hairs pierced his body, allowing this sacred object with thousands of years of history, under the dual blessing of the plasma engine and psychic cables, to be transformed by the Emperor and Ohm. Under the double witness of the Messiah, we finally became completely integrated with him.

It was an amazing feeling, even though he felt something strange instinctively.

The servo of the power armor was roaring in a low voice, as if telling him about all the wars it had experienced and the experiences of all its predecessors who had worn this armor;

Correspondingly, it is a brand new but cold psychic cable:

Like these blood vessels, the crystal threads that engulfed his soul and wandered throughout the armor were telling him some greater will with the coldness and calmness that penetrated his soul.

This is new life!

This is the fruit of a great genetic creation and an even greater soul project!

Every gene in his body seemed to resonate with the components of the power armor!

They were trembling for this sacred moment; they were shouting for some will that runs through human civilization in this ceremony!

He was moved and inspired by this sacred moment!

But he was also staying awake!

Especially on his spine, joints and organs, some round scars that were still itchy after the wounds healed made him feel that this scene was something he had experienced before...

No... it should at least be a scene that he was familiar with... but unfamiliar.

What exactly was it?

And until the pungent incense burned out and the hymn faded away, he failed to find the source of this strangeness from his blank memory.

That feeling was like a thick wall blocking his will;

And although he could not see through the wall, he instinctively knew that those things belonged to him and had never disappeared.

"The ceremony is a little simple, but this is wartime after all."

Gorgon, who witnessed the ceremony, walked out of the shadows at the edge of the altar after the mechanical priests bowed and left.

And behind him were several equally tall giants.

"When you embark on the road to the holy scriptures, we will make up for the celebration for you in the Victory Hall."

A thunderous voice rang in his ears, and at the same time as this voice, the elder's sturdy arms and the heavier weight on his shoulders arrived.

Clang!

The weight on the shoulder armor woke him up from his thoughts, and the energy switch of the halberd in his hand was turned on in an instant, and the blue spiritual energy flowed on it like mercury, and then vibrated on the sharp and narrow blade.

In the dark, a kind of lifting force made him irresistible, and he subconsciously raised his head with all his strength in the rise of his soul!

And a huge will also became clear in his rapidly enlarged and distorted "vision", and in the next moment, countless souls and more magnificent and vast information beyond his imagination were poured into his brain!

Boom!

That is...that is the Legion!

He can "see" it!

Countless souls like him are standing around that silver will!

That is...that is his gene original!

He could sense it!

The moment he broke through the boundaries of his soul and broke free from the shackles of mortals!

That magnificent god-like existence had already cast a cold... but warm gaze at him!

"Let's go!"

Gorgon's voice rang in his mind, and he and his other brothers had already walked out amidst the laughter in the psychic channel.

He lowered his gaze to reality again, subconsciously raised the halberd in his hand, and used psychic energy to drive the power armor, taking the first step in his life.

And at the moment when the heavy steel boots landed, the Gorgon in front of him suddenly turned his head and said to him with a playful smile:

"Stupid bird?"

"Here!" He responded instinctively.

"Hahaha... Just a joke, my father certainly wouldn't give you such a name."

"So, what is my name?"

His emotions were still calm, as if after experiencing this rebirth, there was nothing that could excite him anymore.

"Booty-red-footed booby.

But we think that the name he gave you is very similar to this, so the brothers decided to call you this in the future..."

ps: Red-footed booby, a kind of bird that has become extinct in ancient Terra;

High Gothic transliteration: sula;

Because it is good at flying but poor at walking, it also means a clumsy person in fate.

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