As the Soul Redeemer and the Star Labyrinth packed up, they began to return to Orps.
They must pass through the edge of Lyak, and the war is still in full swing.
There was a lively scene on board the Revenant Redeemer before sailing into subspace.
Calvin's return is not only a great encouragement to the new "Sons of the Legion", but the veterans also see the hope of the chapter's development and sacred mission.
The members of the Honor Guard stood in the distance of the barracks, watching Yule and Gavins greet the crowd brought by Calvin, and there was no sound for a long time.
They are somewhat hesitant about their mission, and their position now seems slightly awkward in front of the new sons of Calvin.
But the connection and assimilation of souls cannot be faked. After Calvin briefly chatted with the two high-ranking legions, he turned his attention to these veterans standing quietly in the corner.
The link between souls was silently established again, and Calvin's mind had grown a lot, and now he also had the weight and warmth of being an elder.
"Everything is good?"
"Ahem...it's pretty good."
Across the crowd, Calvin communicated with other personnel and talked with these champion swordsmen on the psychic channel.
Today's Honor Guard no longer has the twelve-man establishment when it was first established. Due to previous battle losses, including Gavins, there are only eight members.
Three of them were killed in the battle, which Calvin witnessed with his own eyes; while the remaining one died during the long wait in the battle of Orps.
The thoughts of the veterans were unintentionally hidden, and were clearly visible in Calvin's eyes;
And Calvin's ideas were not withheld from them, and were open to them in all directions.
"Don't worry about it. I have no right to make decisions about other veterans of the Chapter. But I will definitely come back to you, so be prepared. As soon as the war here is over, I will prepare the transformation ceremony for you when I return to Titan." p>
"Your will!"
The remaining seven champion swordsmen finally no longer hesitated. Since they still want to follow in Calvin's footsteps, why would they be reluctant to give up the dignity of veterans and become a member of Calvin's Sons?
Their Primarch has already made the choice for them, they just need to settle down and wait.
The champion swordsmen received a satisfactory reply and disappeared silently into the corner of the barracks.
Calvin also had to stop heading to the bridge. Following Tabers' prompt in the direction of the bridge, he turned and walked towards the flight deck.
Following his prompts, allies who have contributed a lot in this operation, the Chapter Leader of the Tauren Chapter, are on their way.
Calvin also has different feelings for this Astartes warrior who is considered a different kind of "immortal" in a sense.
Three thousand years passed by in Calvin's eyes, leaving no trace on his body.
But in the eyes of the chapter leaders who trusted him and entrusted all their wealth to him, it may be a time that they cannot reach in their lifetime.
The war in the empire never ends, and the battles faced by the Chapter never stop either.
Thousands of years are enough time to completely change a country, let alone an Astartes Chapter?
Calvin didn't need to think about other war groups, he already knew that the current high-level officials were definitely not the same ones as before.
And this orphan of the Iron Warrior, whose distinctive personality left a sufficient impression on Calvin, is the only old man Calvin knows.
He must give this loyalist enough respect.
Whether it is for the diplomatic needs between the two chapters, or for the unchanging loyalty of this loyal ally over thousands of years.
All of the above are worthy of Calvin’s warmest response to Moloch.
"Your Highness!"
Seeing Calvin's familiar white clothes from a distance, Moloch's three-meter-tall bronze body, which had just stepped off the Storm Eagle gunboat, instantly quickened his pace and threw off the entourage behind him.
When he strode up to the taller Calvin and knelt down on one knee, his chief pastor, Ivanus, had just walked down the gangway with the same shuffling steps.
"The Emperor's blessing!"
Under the helmet of Ivanus's white skull, his eyes widened in disbelief.
What did he see?
The chapter leader who is as burly as a god of war actually met a big guy who was two heads taller than him and twice as big?
And there is still no armor, just the height of the body?
The figure of the leader of his own chapter, who is sitting on the bronze throne like a god for almost eternity, is kneeling down on one knee for others?
"The Empire is dead?"
Ivanus, who no longer knew what day or night it was, couldn't stand it any longer. His taciturn but authoritative persona instantly collapsed, and he asked the Gray Knight beside him in a voiceless voice.
"I-allow-you-have the privilege to say it again."
A cold and calm voice came from behind the Holy Shield Crusader helmet in front of Ivanus, and the crackling Heavenly Punishment Stance Halberd was slowly being grasped by the Gray Knight who greeted him.
It seems as if he will stab the ally in front of him in the next second.
Even if he is an ally who welcomes his original body back, he can only allow one chance to make a mistake!
"Sorry, I made a mistake."
Ivanus, who instantly gave in, no longer tried to maintain his external persona. The Gray Knights in front of him reminded him that these special Astartes were different from those he had seen before.
In front of these "compatriots" who were rumored to have extremely noble blood, his personality did not bring the usual benefits.
Moloch's huge body in the distance has been held up by Calvin's arms, and he is holding his hand towards the back of the crowd.
Ivanus, who was eager to catch up with the group, did not ask any more questions, but quickened his pace and merged into the group.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Calvin took Moloch's hand and said sincerely.
Such words were complained and disliked by him countless times in the film and television works he saw in his previous life;
But when he actually sat in this position, he understood that if he wanted to express the deepest emotions in the simplest words, he really had no choice.
He didn't feel anything after three thousand years of persistence here, but just because he didn't feel anything, he felt even more indebted to these allies who had gone through a long wait.
"Um...is it hard, Your Highness?"
Moloch's memory of him still remains as he was, three thousand years ago, when he was not angry and arrogant, but he was ready to kill him with his own hands.
This "half-immortal" doesn't feel much about the passage of time either:
When Calvin appeared again, apart from the relief that a promise he had made was fulfilled, he only felt the same fear as when he saw his parents after taking an exam.
But the latter was obviously not as severe as he imagined. Now Calvin has an overall thinking and no longer needs to use force to establish authority.
Be it power or military might.
Today, whether he has an internal say in the imperial power system or has cultivated a number of allies in the Astartes Chapter;
This allows him to talk to any force on an equal footing with confidence.
Since Calvin, whose situation is gradually opening up, no longer needs to confirm his status, he will not easily show his thunderous wrath to his allies.
"Hahahahaha... Come on, tell me about your development over the years!"
Being reminded by Moloch's answer, Calvin laughed heartily as he thought of the classic dialogue during the military parade in his previous life.
Then without any explanation, he used his inhuman strength to pull the huge body of the tauren leader away.
In the latter's puzzled eyes, he led the crowd towards the depths of the Soul Redeemer...
The idea is quite interesting, friends who are interested can take a look.