Chapter 586: Reunion, Retreat, Brigia

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

After a chaos, the two sides in the Blackstone Hall finally controlled the exchange of fire. (Mainly the Astra Militarum part of the defenders)

"Tell me your origins!"

In the front row of the Astartes, a giant put down his heavy shield and stepped out.

On his mottled and old MKⅢ power armor, there were scars from the impact of the storm bolter. And Sutherland, who had to act as a diplomat as soon as he appeared, was not giving in at all.

The two giants strode forward until they were head to head and eye to eye;

And it was not until this time that the Imperial Fists on the opposite side discovered with some embarrassment that there was a certain ugly difference in height between the two sides.

"Hmph..."

Sir Sutherland took a half step back with satisfaction and took the initiative to break away from the posture of looking down.

And the other party obviously realized that height was a hardware weakness that could not be compensated;

So when Sir Sutherland took the initiative to retreat, he did not pursue it.

Boom!

Calvin led the Gorgon squad and suddenly appeared amid the exclamations of the opposing defenders.

After the white light of the psychic lightning, Calvin, who stood up straight from the ground, made the opposing side gasp.

Silver armor, giant, wearing a laurel crown;

Lightning claws, long sword, and the Grey Knight behind him.

The commander of the Astartes stationed in Blackstone Fortress obviously knew Calvin's identity from this information.

And adhering to Dorn's will, this man of the Imperial Fists did not hesitate, walked straight to Calvin, and then knelt on one knee to salute.

"To salute you!" he said.

"Salute you!" The Imperial Fists behind him also performed a half-body salute in unison.

The heavy tower shield fell to the ground, making a rumbling sound on the ground;

The bolter and the broadsword were gathered in front of the chest, making a neat clang!

"Salute you as well, the descendants of Dorn."

Calvin stretched out one hand and lifted the officer in front of him.

Sutherland, who was not far away, walked to the back with a smile on his face and began to contact the advance fleet.

But the procedures must be followed, especially in the harsh state of war.

Calvin took the initiative to open the reliquary on his chest and used the key inside to check the data with the other party one by one.

Affiliated unit, faction, universal Astartes identification code, plus the authority of the Inquisition and the Eye of the Empire.

A series of identification procedures passed, and this Astartes remained silent.

Until the green light of the last message came on, he slowly put away the data board in his hand, and then turned back to signal the other Astartes, and bowed to Calvin.

"Identification completed! From now on, according to the imperial convention, as the highest-ranking officer in the Gothic Star Region, you automatically obtain the command of the current war zone!

Our department, the Fifth Company of the Imperial Fists, will be assigned to you on the spot!

In addition, our department's command of the 11th, 13th, and 19th Fleets of the Imperial Navy in the Gothic Galaxy and the 21st, 43rd, and 55th Corps of the Astra Militarum will also be transferred!

However, I need to make a statement here!

The Imperial Fists headquarters will still retain an independent command system and will carefully evaluate the feasibility of the tasks you assign!"

Very tough, and in line with the style of the Imperial Fists.

"Yes! I order! Your original combat authority remains unchanged! Continue to execute the mission as planned!"

Galvin waited until the other party completed the procedure, and then quickly handed over the command.

What a joke! He had just arrived in the Gothic Galaxy and didn't even know which direction the door of the Blackstone Fortress opened!

If the battle situation was urgent and there was no choice, he would have taken over the command. But who was on the other side? It was the Imperial Fists, which was famous for its defensive battles!

Did he have to abandon the existing system and temporarily establish a new plan?

Yes, but it’s not necessary!

Especially since his goal is not this galaxy, but to solve the dilemma of the entire Gothic!

And after fighting with Abaddon and Mortarion, his goal is only these two legions!

"Your will!" The commander of the Imperial Fists took a long breath, which was obviously the result he wanted most.

It was not until here that the Imperial Fists who were still on guard, at the signal of their commander, put down the iconic shield wall in their hands.

And behind them, the soldiers of the Astra Militarum finally heard the news that was enough to make them cheer from the conversation between the two Emperor Angels who were no longer on edge:

"Terra's reinforcements have arrived!"

So a low cheer spread among the crowd, and was suppressed by the officers in a low voice; and the commanders of the two Astartes walked to a corner of the Blackstone Hall tacitly.

"What's the specific situation? How many people do you have left? What areas do you have?"

Galvin looked behind him, where the Grey Knights were still seizing the time to insert the teleportation beacons on their backpacks into the ground.

The Astra Militarum soldiers on the other side, under the guidance of the Imperial Fists, were building a new position behind these Astartes.

The scattered wounded were groaning in a low voice, and were dragged to the rear of the position by their comrades who were in relatively better condition.

As for the Imperial Fists themselves, their condition was not too good.

The shield wall they had just confronted was obviously their last gasp; after this seemingly strong "wall" was disbanded, the Astartes who were obviously injured among them were exposed.

"Not too good, but not that bad!"

Vladimir took off his helmet and answered in front of Calvin's slightly surprised eyes.

He raised his head and explained to Calvin:

"You must have seen the shape of the fortress. In fact, as long as the core power area is not lost, the gains and losses of other areas are not important.

There are a total of 16 star ports, and we still have half of them, but as long as there are enough troops and the support of the naval fleet, the enemies in these areas will only be cleared!"

"I understand!" Calvin lowered his head and pondered, and the three-dimensional structure of the Black Stone Fortress also passed through his mind roughly.

As Vladimir said, the structure of this star-shaped fortress is extremely clever. All areas that are easy to defend and difficult to attack from the outside are actually a smooth road from the perspective of attacking from the inside out.

The core problem is still the troops, and whether it can completely cut off the recurrence of the landing battle from the external naval battle!

And the advance fleet he is in can obviously only solve the previous problems. As for the suppression of the alien main fleet, it can only wait for the subsequent large fleet to arrive!

"I can..." Calvin just opened his mouth, and the communicator on Vladimir's body sounded at the same time.

In a hurry, Vladimir subconsciously regarded Calvin as a comrade of the same level and stopped Calvin from speaking with a gesture.

When he reacted the next second and began to panic with cold sweat, his colleagues from the Imperial Navy had already started to tell him the latest news:

"Retreat! Emperor bless! Those damn aliens retreated!"

"Retreat? Not a feint? I suggest observing it again and not lifting the guard for the time being."

The shocked lieutenant of the Imperial Fists observed Calvin's expression in different voices and colors. While feeling uneasy in his heart, he still suggested to his colleagues.

And this caution is in line with the consistent policy of the Imperial Fists, and is naturally accepted by his colleagues.

There is surprise, but it is limited to surprise.

Just like he is worried about the anger of the Primarch because of his defeat.

This emotion seems almost completely transparent to Calvin, but like all the descendants of Dorne, you will never find expressions beyond the normal range on the faces of these men who are as hard as granite.

But soon, this expression was transferred to Calvin's face.

Because the conversation between him and Vladimir happened to talk about the status of the Blackstone Fortress Starport in the past few months.

When talking about the status of the Fortress Starport, Calvin couldn't help asking him about the whereabouts of the warship he was concerned about.

"Are you sure?" Calvin's surprise was undisguised.

"I'm sure! The frigate has a special shape, I will never forget it!" Vladimir promised solemnly.

"Then where did it go?" Calvin asked again, and this time Vladimir fell into deep thought:

"I can't guarantee this, but if I remember correctly, before it set off, the destination it registered under the navigator's lighthouse was Brigia!"

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