Chapter 18 Return and harvest, quarrels and accidents.
Once he made up his mind to go to Titan, Calvin breathed a sigh of relief.
Such is his nature, no matter how entangled he is, he will only stay at the level of thinking. Once he is determined, the only thing left is the calmness of a soldier who does not change his composure even if the mountain collapses in front of him.
This is not a short-term goal. He first needs to discuss it with the Grand Master Council, and then the direction of Terra also needs detailed communication.
After all, when to go, how to go, and in what capacity, are all details that cannot be ignored.
As a civilized bearer of uninterrupted inheritance of rituals and music for thousands of years, he has an instinctive understanding of the meaning behind these red tapes.
The most important thing in the country is to sacrifice and serve the army; only the ritual vessels cannot be faked and given to others.
So in what capacity you go to Terra, it actually determines the future status of the Gray Knights in this empire to a considerable extent.
This is a game between the Grand Masters and Terra, and it is also a manifestation of the influence of the Imperial Army on the Empire in the post-Imperial era; he only needs to send out his application, and the rest is to wait for the results and the sincerity of the other party. Putting this matter aside for the time being, Calvin turned his attention to his own harvest and participation. The benefits of this trip made him quite satisfied:
The souls and emotions of the four great demons and countless demons, as well as the fiery emotional echoes of at least twenty A-level psykers, are all precious treasures that he has not had the chance to obtain in the past few decades.
These external wealth have been digested and separated in his spirit.
Part of the authority has flowed to his crown, which not only strengthens the origin of order, but also makes the fire of redemption a little brighter;
As for the soul and emotions, the damage to the soul when crossing the crystal wall has been slightly repaired, and the missing parts of the soul during the journey have also been filled in invisibly.
From a macro perspective, this repair still seems insignificant, but it is undeniably a good start;
On the microscopic level, it is even more obvious. On the "crystal wall" at the door panel level that Calvin observed during his previous psychic grading, two dim runes were randomly filled and lit up.
General knowledge, this basic ability to understand the world that all intelligent creatures have, on a certain side of his soul, a tiny fragment was repaired and illuminated.
Originally, in the world of Calvin's hometown, a basic ability as instinctive as breathing has become unusual in the magical background of this world.
There is light descending from the crown of order, and bits and pieces of silver light fall on these two runes, giving them different powers in this world.
The first strange ability will be harvested, Calvin has this feeling.
But this is the first time he has experienced this kind of situation, so he doesn't know the specific information about what it is and how to use it.
He touched this new rune with great interest, and a strange yet familiar cognition and instinct made him subconsciously close his eyes:
General knowledge, enhanced version of psychic power. Hand of general knowledge.
Calvin's eyes are still closed, but the slightly trembling eyelashes prove his rolling emotions.
From this moment on, the existence of matter in his eyes is no longer dull and flat, but has a more three-dimensional meaning.
The steel gauntlet that the fingers touched seemed to have a life of its own; while it had the same cold touch as usual, it also told its story to Calvin.
From waiting in the dark in the rocks to being dug out and undergoing a simple initial violent screening;
From being removed from impurities in the hot furnace to being placed on the hydraulic press platform and undergoing heavy rolling into steel billets;
From being transported on cargo ships to the smoky and never-stop forging world, to being assigned to technical sergeants to undergo heavy hammering and molding, and to the sacred chants chanted loudly by the psychic chanters from beginning to end during the processing.
Ode...
The cold touch of steel gradually gained its own temperature along the way, or perhaps it had no temperature originally, but after being passed on by these different hands, it was also infected by their emotions at the time...
The touch is still extending, and more materials on the Terminator power armor named "Original Intention" are sensed by Calvin, and a large amount of information and light and shadow retracement are also generated at the same time, playing in his mind.
Hiss!
Calvin, who was suddenly hit by a huge amount of memories, couldn't help but cover his head in pain. The long-dormant Ave Maria glands in his mind instinctively started working after being stimulated.
The high-frequency information shunt processing ability is activated, at the cost of a slow but unstoppable rise in the temperature of his brainstem.
The rapidly secreted hormones cause the two hearts to start working faster, and more pumped blood rushes toward the organs in the head direction with nutrients and oxygen.
The ice-blue psychic magic ring was unconsciously activated, and the sudden drop in temperature caused by the psychic energy above the head also tried to help the subject cool down on the outside.
The fevered brainstem returned to normal, and Calvin, who had recovered from the headache, opened his eyes and stared blankly at his hands, as if he was re-recognizing the world.
Is this memory retrieval? Or what is the name registered in the Tribunal for this supposedly rare, innate psychic ability?
"Code 1198, Alpha-level special ability - Reader..." He murmured.
This is an extremely rare ability, and among the psykers recorded in the Inquisition, there are less than a handful of them.
The earliest record of this ability that data shows exists in a scribe of the Fifteenth Legion, the Thousand Sons, during the Great Crusade.
He died while exploring a ruins and had to read a certain subspace product.
In the records after that, only in the battle to prevent the great demon named "Gagaturos" from returning to the universe, a female judge named Ligeia had this ability.
The cause of her death was very different from the former one. She was also on the way to pursue the true name of "Gagotulus", and her soul was taken away by the descendants of the ever-changing demon king.
But fortunately, she completed her mission and informed the Gray Knight around her of the demon's true name before the final moment came. This was also the key to the victory of that war.
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There is no doubt that this is a powerful force, but it is also a costly force;
This is a power that only the brave can use, and it is also a power full of sacrifice.
Especially when you are a mere mortal trying to peep into the mysteries of gods and demons.
This is Calvin’s judgment on this ability after considering the final fate of its previous owners.
What about the second one?
Calvin took a deep breath and looked at another rune.
Wildness, the memory of ancient times hidden in human genes.
In an era when humans were eating raw materials and drinking blood, humans could only rely on their own animal nature to preserve the fire for the continuation of the race.
Calvin once again stretched out his spiritual tentacles, and the unexpected feedback made his eyebrows slightly raised.
Wildness - Execution Ritual, the hunting instinct is more widely interpreted in the hands of the Chaos Gods, and the execution of enemies can also please the gods and gain feedback:
Execute your enemies! Then receive more power (stamina) from the Blood God!
But after the transformation of order, its effect is the same, but its inner principle is already very different:
Execute your enemies! The forces of Order will show their generosity to any Chaos that dies!
Order version of fighting to support war? Calvin was a little surprised.
This kind of ability is rare, or rare in the human empire, but the sons of the Lord of War probably have similar abilities to a greater or lesser extent.
So is this the harvest this time?
The figures of the Lord of Khorne and the Great Demon of Tzeentch flashed across Calvin's mind, and he had some vague ideas about his new source of power.
As for why the remaining big demons of the Lord of Desire and the Lord of Life did not have corresponding harvests, Calvin could also figure it out from their attitudes throughout the process - are enemies with too weak strength even as stingy with their harvests? The runes in the spiritual world are still flickering with breath, but Calvin's eyes, which have long been withdrawn and returned to reality, are dim and uncertain.
This is the first time he has lit up these runes since he came to this world.
And these easily obtained powers and the way they were obtained made him have some doubts about his own existence.
What is the difference between him and those Chaos Gods in doing this?
Or in essence, his self-integration also requires the sacrifice of life to complete?
So where is his justice? What is the necessity of his existence?
Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do? This kind of philosophical speculation that has become so common in the street appeared in his mind, and he could not get rid of it for a long time.
You must give yourself a bottom line!
Otherwise, he would not be able to find his own anchor point as a human being in the acquisition of this power!
You must have your own goals!
Only then can he prove that he is different from those dirty subspace products!
And does he have these?
He has!
Calvin once again re-examined his own existence and recalled the contents of the original agreement:
Am I a human being?
Yes!
Am I still willing to retain my humanity and just point the sharp blade in my hand at the enemy of mankind?
I do!
Am I willing to fight to defend humanity? I am!
Calvin raised his head, his eyes no longer confused. Firm will appeared in his eyes again.
He understands that he may be far away from human beings in the universal sense in this life, and it will become further and further away.
But as long as he is still willing to identify with his own existence, as long as he is still willing to fight for mankind, then what is he and is it important?
He understood his own existence and his own value.
If someone must sacrifice, then why can't it be him; if someone must sacrifice his own humanity to defend humanity, then why can't it be him!
So I always wish, but I dare not ask you!
His whole body was trembling with excitement, and his heart became clear and open again, making him want to declare his ideas and vision to others.
Just when he was still in this inexplicable emotion, Captain Tabers arrived at the door of the dormitory without knowing when.
He frowned and looked at Calvin in the room and said:
"The Emperor's blessing! Did I come at the wrong time? The envoys of the Imperial Guard have already left, and it's time for us to set off. Everyone on the bridge is waiting for your meeting!"
"Gee! How many times has this happened? If I don't remember to close the door again, I will be a dog!"
"Dog? I remember that native species of Ancient Terra, but it has been extinct for many years, right? Does this metaphor have any special meaning?"
"…………"
Calvin followed the passing Tabers in the direction of the bridge with a straight face. The two tall figures walking farther and farther slowly disappeared in the corridor...
"I am opposed to the large-scale replacement of ships! This is a huge waste of imperial property!"
Bishop Klein expressed her will in a restrained tone.
In the silent eyes of Jin and other Imperial Guards, this post-war summary meeting, which lasted for three days after the Redeemer of Dead Souls sailed into subspace, was full of gunpowder from the beginning.
"I still stick to my opinion. The existing cruiser force projection equipment has reached its limit and can no longer meet our needs." Calvin said.
This is also his biggest feeling about this battle. The single delivery limit of a mere 30,000 troops is the culprit of the heavy damage to the mortal troops in this battle!
With just this small amount of troops, how could it be possible to stop the legion-level demon tide!
If it weren't for the unexpected psychic Titan found later, Calvin would have had to sacrifice all the mortal legions, destroy the energy in the webway, and then walk away.
We can't fight this way!
No matter how big a family fortune is, it cannot withstand such a defeat!
Even if you don’t care about manpower, what about so many weapons and equipment?
You just say "the overall situation is the most important thing" and don't want to do it all?
Calvin can accept huge casualties, and he can also accept the high cost of purification afterwards.
But he can't do it without giving up completely without thinking!
"Bullshit!" Calvin hummed in the language of his previous life. Although they didn't understand what he meant, everyone present knew that it was not a good thing.
"In fact, it is not necessary to change the clothes. Renovation is also a good choice."
When the two were in a deadlock, Tabers put forward his opinion.
He understands that both of them have their own opinions, and that their goals are for the development of the entire Chapter.
In Tabers' eyes, the two people's decades of getting along cannot be said to be a perfect understanding, but they can definitely be said to complement each other.
Moreover, even if we don’t get along well, in such a wide-ranging matter, it is the basic quality of a decision-maker to be polite to the situation and not to the person.
"But the deck modification on the side of the spacecraft must be at the expense of the number of weapon arrays! What if the naval battle firepower is not enough?"
Mechanical Bishop Klein and Calvin thought together and unanimously refuted Tabos's opinion.
But after realizing that they had the same opinion, the two looked at each other fiercely.
"If transformation doesn't work, what about increasing the size of the fleet?"
Seeing that Tabers's opinion was rejected by both parties, Gavins, who was silent on the sidelines, tried to solve the problem.
"We don't have that many crew members!" This time it was Tabers who denied it. As a member of the second company, he knew the situation of his fleet very well.
"Before the recruitment effect brought by gene seeds appears, our captain candidates can only maintain the current scale."
"Gene Seed?"
Everyone muttered this word, and then focused their attention on Calvin. The confidentiality level of this information was too high, and everyone present had only a partial understanding of it. Only half of the senior leaders of the war group knew the specific situation.
The latter smiled bitterly amidst everyone's expectations:
"The cycle of transformation surgery is difficult to shorten. Everyone's situation is different. Not everyone can take the path I did. It will still be five years after the gene seeds from Mars come back, but it will take at least ten years before the first batch of recruits serve in the company.
Later..." "Tsk!" This was everyone's disappointed reaction to his answer.
When everyone was deadlocked on this issue and could not continue, the navigator below the bridge sent them a message:
After receiving the latest call for help from the Demonic Tribunal, there is a threat of Chaos pollution nearby and is about to be generated!