Chapter 57 Confirmation of identity and command authority
The reactions of Aidan and Yule will not be expressed for the time being.
But at this moment, Calvin, who was hundreds of millions of kilometers away, was surrounded by several Astartes warriors.
But it’s different from Yule’s fear of being surrounded and suppressed.
At this time, Calvin was sitting among several friendly Astartes who were wearing various types of power armor, ranging from Mark IV to Mark VII.
He is now sitting by a warm campfire, listening to these warriors from different battle groups telling their stories.
"We were the first to come...About fifty years ago, we had already responded to the call of the Foreign Order and participated in the battle here. After the last airborne landing thirty years ago, we lost contact with the mothership." Said an Astartes warrior with a bone-white shoulder armor with a flaming skull on it.
Calvin's bloodline cannot be determined from the marks on his body, but from the iconic blue color on his scarred power armor body and the golden wings on his chest, we can know that he is a descendant of Guilliman. "What's the name of your regiment?" He asked the warrior gently.
Under the firelight, he was still dressed in white, but even when he was sitting, he was much taller than those around him. While he gained awe from many passing mortals, it also made the Astartes' eyes wander even more.
"Angel of the Dead." The Astartes warrior said solemnly.
"Where is the mother planet?" He asked in a calm tone.
"...Still on the base ship."
Understood, Calvin nodded slightly, and then turned his attention to the next soldier. There are only two meanings of the base ship:
One is those battle groups with deep foundations but special missions. They voluntarily gave up their home planet with favorable conditions and devoted their entire service life to expeditions, thereby better contributing value to the Emperor.
Secondly, the one in front of us is not a start-up war group nor does it have a special mission. They simply established the group too late, and without the care of special policies, they are still looking for a planet to host them.
"What about you? Excellent Twilight Stalker, where do you come from?"
Calvin looked at another Astartes warrior painted in gray and black, staring thoughtfully at the extra buffer device in the gap between his power armor.
After hearing Calvin's words, the latter turned his head and looked directly at Calvin for a long time before replying in a seemingly unfamiliar accent:
"My name is Valk. A little later than them, I come from the Reviled Chapter."
Oh, a descendant of Corax, no wonder he is not good at words...
Calvin thought to himself, nodded to him, and then looked past Talos directly opposite to the place farthest from the fire.
It's the darkest place, not suitable for warming yourself by a fire, but it's the most suitable place for observing Calvin's location.
In that corner, on a stool transformed from a tree stump, there was a lady in black robes, looking unscrupulously over Calvin's body with scrutiny and hostility.
The battle robe on her body has not been washed for a long time. There is dust on the black outer cover, and the white lining has been scorched yellow by the flames of war.
The bolt gun on her belt was in good condition, while the chainsword at her feet was stained with blood.
In contrast to these shabby details, the white cross on her chest is the most conspicuous.
This medal has obviously received special treatment. It is still gleaming and retaining its original brilliance under the careful care of its owner.
Perhaps feeling offended, Calvin met the eyes of this clearly hostile lady and said with a hint of fun:
"Oh, the Lady of Brave Heart, the noble Battle Sister, the supreme arm of the Imperial Church, the Emperor's..."
"Daughter!"
Before Calvin could finish speaking, the lady directly interrupted him. Then angrily, before everyone had time to react, she raised the bolt gun at hand, opened the safety, aimed at Calvin and said:
"Compared to us, I think it is more necessary for you to explain your origin clearly! For someone like you, who is unarmed and yet appears so freely in a chaotic war zone, I have already become the emperor's greatest enemy without announcing your death sentence immediately.
Kindness!"
"Emperor's blessing!" Talos covered his head, as if he could already see the fate of this overly honest battle nun.
The guy in front of me is a genuine hand-shredded ceramite, an Astartes at the level of a team-killing team; a ruthless man who can slay big demons with his sword and burn the projection of Khorne to ashes!
The most important thing is his identity! Since arriving here on the battlefield, Talos has been separated from the focus of the battle.
Having regained most of his sanity, he looked at Calvin's body and the familiar smell on his body, and already had a vague premonition of Calvin's identity.
He didn't dare to accept this fact alone, so he couldn't wait to bring Calvin back to the outpost.
And it was only just now that several of them, Astartes with different origins, confirmed the feeling of Calvin in the silent eyes of each other...
But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear any sound.
It wasn't until he couldn't help but put his hand down that he saw Calvin still sitting firmly in his seat, with a smile on his face.
And the nun continued to point angrily at him with the fire stick in her hand.
"Stop!" He quickly stood up and stood between the two to block the Battle Sister's "provocation", then turned to look at Calvin and begged for his forgiveness.
Yes, anyone who has seen Calvin's battle will understand that this weapon is only worthy of being called a provocation to him...
"My name is Calvin, a high-ranking gray knight of the Holy Hammer Order." Calvin told everyone about his origins, which was an explanation to everyone present.
But the battle nun was obviously irritated. Calvin's previous words touched some taboos of hers, which made her still reluctant to let him go:
"Evidence! No evidence! Your words are still weak!"
"Evidence?" Calvin smiled bitterly and shook his head:
No matter what he was afraid of, all his original outfit was left in the center of the twin stars, but he couldn't take away any of it. He was really embarrassed to ask him to take out any token at this time.
Yes! Calvin turned his eyes and thought of something.
He said to the woman who was still angry: "There is no token, but there is testimony! Internal information of the Holy Hammer Order records that during the incident of Supreme Minister Fandier, you had attacked the envoys of the Forbidden Army before entering the palace.
Fire..."
"Stop! I recognize your identity!"
Under the widened eyes of the Astartes, the Battle Sister stopped Calvin's words at the speed of light to prevent further leakage of the Order's information, thereby causing more losses.
Apart from themselves, only the defenders within the royal city know these secrets of the past.
Among the many forces in the royal city, apart from the Imperial Guards, the only ones who can enter and exit freely are the Gray Knights.
If the person in front of him can be recognized by Talos and can still remember this past event, then his identity has been confirmed for the most part.
As for the rest, it is too extravagant a request for these precarious people who are behind enemy lines.
She already believed the identity of the person in front of her and decided to include him in the subsequent battle coordination sequence.
But as a mortal, she is still different from the Astartes.
She is destined to be unable to participate in these groups that once occupied the core power of the empire, and will not be able to understand their culture and its secrets.
The battle nun, who had just woken up from her anger, thought she just had one more comrade.
But what she did not, and could not, notice was that since Calvin entered this outpost, the atmosphere here had changed.
The conversation just now by the campfire was more of a confirmation of some kind of identity than a self-introduction of Calvin's new arrival.
All the Astartes here had silently handed over the decision-making power of command before she was even aware of it.
In her surprised eyes, Calvin stood up.
He did not have the temptation and self-consciousness of a newcomer at all. Instead, he directly said to everyone present in the tone of the master:
"Then from now on, there is only one thing we have to do. Do everything possible to find a way to communicate across the sector, and then inform the sector government of our existence!"
Then in her even more surprised eyes, these Asart warriors, who were extremely arrogant in the past and did not belong to each other, actually stood upright in tacit understanding at this time, and responded to Calvin's call with a loud voice.