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In the back cabin of the Thunderhawk assault boat, Calvin and the remaining twelve members of the Honor Guard silently stared at the holographic map in the center of the cabin in the quiet environment of vacuum navigation.
"Fortmaster, what is our specific mission?"
Tariq was the first to resist the depressing atmosphere in the cabin and asked Calvin questions that other brothers were also concerned about.
"There is no specific mission..." Calvin withdrew his gaze from the void passing through the holographic map.
He adjusted his expression and said in as calm a tone as possible:
"There should be... no, there may be some sources of pollution from subspace here. Our task is to discover it, find its source, and then purify those dirty existences in the name of the Emperor."
"Sounds very simple, doesn't it?" Tarik laughed loudly and seemingly heartlessly, which is also in line with his usual team positioning.
"I hope so..." Calvin whispered.
The Thunderhawk has entered the atmosphere, and its posture is beginning to be disturbed by the aroused air currents. The noise of the Gray Knights' armor colliding with the fixed frame in the bumpy cabin began to appear, and the Gray Knights present also lost interest in talking.
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"Lord, the scheduled coordinates have been arrived, please give further instructions."
The two Gray Knights belonging to the second company in the driving seat in front sent a request to Calvin.
They are the transportation leaders for this operation.
Considering that the Redeemer of the Dead has already returned to Orps, this transportation mission has no return link and has become a purely one-way voyage.
One way, no return.
This is not a good sign in any universe. Fortunately, the Gray Knights are used to seeing monsters and monsters, so no one will really care about this.
"Look for a nest or similar building nearby and land in a concealed manner."
"Received!"
As the reply transmission was completed, Calvin cut off the communication link with the cockpit, and the space in the rear cabin became quiet again except for the blinking signal lights.
"Target confirmed! Five-minute countdown to landing!"
"Three minutes countdown!"
"One minute!"
Chi!
As the surrounding sand and gravel were rolled up and spread by the Thunderhawk's engine, the Thunderhawk's rear hatch was slowly lowered.
There is no need for Calvin's orders, the champion swordsmen who have fought old battles under the blessing of psychic channels are experienced;
They expertly deployed according to their respective positions, supporting a long-range defense line for Calvin who was one step behind.
Calvin stepped out from the shadow in the middle of the cabin door, and the "mission" held upside down in his right hand caused a spark on the deck.
The biting wind on the plateau blew through her short platinum hair, and the silver wolf skin on her back made a sound, and the cloak was covered with consecration prayers embroidered with silver threads.
Under the spiritual magic ring of blue osmanthus leaves, a silver nail symbolizing 30 years of service shines.
After scanning the entire field with his cold eyes, he met Gavins's eyes, who was on standby on the right, and nodded slightly.
After receiving the order, Gavins immediately stood up from his half-kneeling alert posture and moved closer to Calvin with the Gray Knight behind him.
The two Gray Knights on the Thunderhawk also climbed down from the cab.
Two rare and sophisticated heavy-duty multi-barreled psychic cannons are heavy firepower that Calvin rarely uses, and they are also a temporary tactical positioning supplement they made for the team.
After they passed through the array of guards and stood in an equilateral triangle behind Calvin, the entire team walked towards their hunting grounds in silence like a giant beast waking up.
The camera zooms out, and this seemingly powerful team is extremely small against the backdrop of the endless forest of tombstones and the towering Gothic church at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
Quiet...it was deathly quiet all the way down.
During the march of the Gray Knights for the next few hours, apart from the howling mountain wind on the mountain range shown as Dismara, only the gravel under their feet responded to their footsteps.
This is originally in line with Calvin and others' inherent impression of the world of the shrine. Except for the annual worship and ceremony, it is so quiet most of the time.
The vastness and emptiness of the plateau are very consistent with the ritual regulations of the funeral after the death of the saint. Here, only the quiet evergreen trees and the howling cold wind accompany the deceased.
This is the empire's grace for the saint to rest in peace after his death, and it is also the respect for the imperial soldiers who died gloriously and were buried here.
Everything looks so normal, if the evergreen trees on both sides of the road are not abnormally dead, if those twisted branches are not filled with crows with blood-red pupils...
As they walked down the stone road on the mountain, they were shocked by the recent situation of the Forest of Steles getting closer and closer.
Blasphemous runes were engraved crookedly all over the surface as far as the eye could see, and purple-black unknown filth was as sticky as pitch and overflowed from it.
The door of the church in the distance is open and one is broken. The crooked door shaft is still doing its last duty, trying hard to hold on to the door panel...
This place has definitely experienced a sacrilegious ceremony!
But the strange thing is that under the sense of smell of all the psychics in Calvin and others, they can hardly smell any stench belonging to those subspace creatures!
"Alert..."
Calvin issued the order in his mind, and a synchronized voice came from his mouth, so that the two temporary teammates behind him braced themselves for a battle that might occur at any time.
Squeak! Squeak!
A gust of wind blew by, and the church door finally reached the end of its life. After the door shaft groaned for the last time, the heavy copper-clad sunken wood door panel collapsed.
Boom!
Along with the sound of the door panel falling, there was also an overwhelming wave of magic that suddenly appeared around the Gray Knights!
The sky suddenly darkened, and the energy of subspace enveloped the entire place without warning!
In the violent changes of light and shadow, the surrounding demons and crows on the dead trees overlap indistinctly!
Evil laughter, howling, roaring and screaming filled the ears of Calvin and others.
The illusion of weightlessness and chaos of time and space made the Gray Knights try their best to maintain their own state of mind and were unable to take the initiative. If there were mortals present at the chaotic light, shadow and sound effects, they would spit out bile just by looking at them.
"Laws! Holy Land!"
Cold Gothic words came out of the corner of Calvin's mouth, and the silver spiritual energy spread out around his feet. The darkness and chaos around him were suppressed and calmed down by the wave, and the vision became open again.
Using the fingertips of his lightning claws to deflect an incoming fel missile, Calvin scanned the entire scene and saw the Gray Knights who were locked in a bitter battle with the demons ambushing around them.
Tzeentch, Slaanesh. Well, there are quite a few...
Calvin strode out of the ineffective guard array, raised his head and looked directly at the great demon of Tzeentch rushing towards him at high speed from the sky.
Without looking back, he casually pointed his lightning claw horizontally, and the Keeper Demon who sneaked up from the side at the same time wailed and turned into a wisp of fly ash under the whip of psychic lightning.
The big demon in the sky is swooping down with a sinister smile. While the staff in his left hand is flashing with a vicious aura, the weird and twisted long sword in his right hand is also filled with an ominous curse.
And behind it, zoom out and see countless demons in the sky and Chaos Space Marines in the distance, who are encircling and suppressing them from all directions, appearing in large swaths!