Thoughts for the day: Destiny has no destiny, but with the blessing of the emperor, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers.

Without the support from the other side of reality, the gap in subspace cannot be sustained.

When the black lightning disappeared at the end of the field of vision, in Calvin's eyes, the drama, which had been touching from the beginning and heading all the way to the magnificent peak, came to an abrupt end just a second before the climax.

The psychic stance continues, but the physical signs of the new Gray Knights behind them have stabilized.

Once the most dangerous stage of the exchange of old and new forces in the body has passed, Calvin's help is no longer needed to establish a positive circulation body.

Calvin reached out and wiped the blood from his face, then staggered towards the direction of the gravitational field generator.

The previous explosion of full power was still a bit difficult for this body to bear.

The result of a large number of capillaries bursting under the pressure of psychic energy was that his whole body was covered with fine and sticky bloodstains.

This is only superficial damage. More organ and nervous system dysfunction and necrosis are healing spontaneously in the footsteps of Calvin after the external pressure has lost its source.

After casually hammering the outer casing of the instrument, Calvin was a little surprised to find that the thing actually responded.

The warning red indicator light began to light up, and as the

The self-test program of the gravitational field generator is started, and the feeling of weightlessness around you slowly dissipates.

The air that re-existed around me was still a little thin, but fortunately, I no longer needed psychic energy to maintain it.

After waking up the unconscious people one by one, Calvin stood beside Constantine.

The two watched as the pharmacist and the mechanical slaves took away the Gray Knight's life-saving capsules one by one and moved them deep into the core of the Mechanical Ark.

"Approximately how much time is left?" When the surroundings were completely quiet, Constantine asked Calvin.

"Me? Probably right in front of you."

Calvin looked at the skin on his hands that had begun to become transparent and shook his head.

"What about you? How much time is left?" Calvin asked, which resulted in Constantine's long silence.

"Did you see it?" he asked.

"Well, your recent work progress has been abnormally fast. This is not your style."

Calvin said something that he did not want to believe, but the fact was before him, and it would not help if he was unwilling to admit it.

"It's almost the same as You. There is still something wrong with the main personality parameters in the logic engine. There is no way. I got this technology too late. You know, I was already 600 years old when I met you."

Constantine didn't seem to care about his own life or death. Cold words came out from his emotionless loudspeaker, as if he was talking about an irrelevant person.

"Is there no other way?" Calvin still refused to give up.

"Originally..." Constantine finally had some emotion in his words, and he explained to Calvin helplessly:

"But after such an experience, one-third of my internal engine has been burned out, and the rest has faults and hidden dangers. After isolating these dangers, I am left with less than 45% of the engine that can work normally.

Interval. In addition to maintaining the existing personality, it is not enough to support the redundancy of personality data enhancement."

"It's my fault..." Calvin's mood sank. But Constantine immediately stopped Calvin's sadness.

"No, the continuation of mechanical life requires talent. I am not that genius. Sooner or later, it will just happen."

It seemed to be comforting Calvin and giving him an explanation.

He raised his hand and pointed to the distance. Beside the entrance of the dim passage under the high platform, his two clones had been standing quietly for some time.

"Did you see it? I have delegated their autonomy to the two of them. In fact, they are now complete personalities. In the days to come, you can regard them as my continuation."

Calvin followed Constantine's fingers and saw those two special beings.

The two people in the shadows met their main gaze, still as cold and mechanical as before, without any unnecessary movements.

They are waiting for Constantine's departure, and only then will they show their human side. This is the last and greatest respect for their subject.

Well, Calvin accepted this reality with difficulty. He had no ability to intervene in Constantine's field. Respecting his choice and accepting his suggestions were the only things Calvin could do.

"That's it. Goodbye, my friend."

He looked up at the place where he had fought for hundreds of years in the distant galaxy, and then looked down at his hands where bones could be seen. Calvin said his final farewell to Constantine.

"Wait a moment." Constantine tried to persuade Calvin.

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"You have never named this galaxy." Constantine said to Calvin, as if this was the last farewell between the two of them.

"Ah, is that so?" Calvin looked far away, towards the planet that first descended.

A tiny black spot faintly emerged from under the clouds. It was a mountain range in the Northland where he first arrived.

"What's the name of that mountain range?" Calvin asked.

"Krieg." Constantine replied.

"That's it. The name here from now on will be Krieger."

"Okay, let's call it Krieger."

Constantine's voice still echoed in the empty tower, and no one was there at Calvin's original position.

From his perspective, the planet named Krieg became increasingly clear, which was the signal that the St. Chris's return journey was coming to an end.

The dormant personnel on the ship began to be systematically revived. As they became active, the entire spacecraft visibly regained its vitality.

But this does not include Constantine himself.

The two figures in the shadows began to move to adapt to their unfamiliar bodies, while in Constantine's eyes from above, the last fire had been extinguished at some point.

Tom! Tom! Tom!

Three explosive rounds were fired at sharp angles. After the warheads came out of the chamber, the blue tail flames flew all the way into the distance, chasing a black figure in accordance with the master's will.

But obviously their masters themselves don’t have much hope, and such shooting is nothing more than compressing the opponent’s space for movement.

The winner on the battlefield has long been decided. If the guy in front of them hadn't caused them a lot of damage, they wouldn't have gone to such trouble. They must capture him alive to humiliate and vent their anger.

More explosive bombs were fired from the back of the Astartes, and after being locked by the auxiliary aiming device, they were fired towards the ruins with seemingly nonchalant, but gun-biting precision.

The black figure, which had been repelled by the hail of bullets and failed to break out for the third time, could only roll back to the ruins of the broken wall in embarrassment.

Mudd! These Fogg’s bastards!

Listening to the intensive footsteps around him, Talos knew that the battlefield cleanup had been completed.

As the only remaining resistance force, there is less and less time left for him to break out.

Subconsciously remove the magazine, five rounds, no more, no less, no surprises, and of course no surprises.

He checked the remaining ammunition once more and then shook his head silently, returning his attention to the sense of security brought by the broad-bladed sword behind him.

Since the team's front line was defeated, he has never had a chance to get close to the airdrop pod where supplies were reserved.

The enemies were veterans of the Legion era just like him, and they could clearly see each other's tricks with their eyes closed.

For stragglers who have entered guerrilla warfare, the most cost-effective way to eliminate them is never to encircle them eagerly.

After occupying high points and key passages, the most effective way is to consciously sweep through waves to prevent them from having a chance to rest while consuming the precious materials in the hands of these scattered survivors.

Originally, the previous explosive bombs were not a necessary price, but Talos' combat power was beyond their expectations.

His superb sword skills obtained from the Khorne warband are really good, giving him an advantage in close combat. In several one-on-two and one-on-three battles, he relied on his sword skills to kill the enemy.

He was struck by the sword, and he managed to escape by chance and narrowly escaped death.

The extra losses in those battles and the humiliated hatred were the biggest reasons for this team to cling to him.

The situation has not yet reached the most desperate situation. Talos is hiding in a corner of the ruins and quietly waiting for the passage of time. There are less than 15 minutes until sunset on this satellite with an extremely short revolution period.

Talos was arranging his equipment while holding his breath.

As long as it lasts until dark, Talos will have the confidence to show another side of himself. Let these former brothers see what he learned from those midnight lords... Boom!

Tons of mass, carrying the kinetic energy of falling from a hundred meters away, hit the open space not far from Talos.

The thick stone slabs were easily trampled through by the hoofs covered with bronze, and red bat wings were raised high under the raised smoke.

Talos couldn't help but poke his head to check. At the end of his field of vision was the familiar figure and unbridled roar of Khorne.

"I heard that you were trapped by a Black Shield kid, right?"

"No! Lord Adrano, you are too worried!"

A sergeant from the war gang stood out from the crowd, looked up at the big demon's face that smelled of sulfur, and said.

"Then what are you doing here? Don't expect to hide it from the shrewd Adrano! How many times have I told you! Your abilities are as useless as your master! Hahahahahaha..."

The big demon laughed wantonly at the allies in front of him, completely ignoring the tacit understanding of the allies and the basic respect for the other demon prince.

He couldn't bear to look at this group of uninvited "allies". If there wasn't someone above him suppressing his reason, he would have raised the giant sword in his hand and tasted the power of these Fulgrim brats.

It tastes good.

Since killing everyone is killing, do the muscles of the Astartes in front of you taste better than those weak mortals?

It looks down at the opponent with evil intentions, waiting for the resistance of these former legionnaires. As long as they are provoked to take action, the shrewd Lord Adrano can add dinner tonight...

"It's broken, I can't run away now..." Talos didn't want to listen anymore.
To be continued...