"The Holy See, the distinguished guest has arrived, you need to go and receive..."
Behind Saratan, the cardinal in charge of his work schedule whispered something, and his deep thoughts were interrupted by this voice.
In the silent hall, Saratan took one last deep look at the holy bell, then stretched out his hand to throw away the black cloak that reached his waist, and left the quiet hall of sacred objects without looking back. p>
The priests and slaves along the way knelt quietly at the feet of the saint sculptures on both sides of the cloister under the dim candlelight.
Against the backdrop of their bowed heads, the old man's still clean and powerful steps were leading the people under his command towards the light outside the hall...
At the same time, in the sky several kilometers away, another airship from Calvin and others was flying towards the core of the City of Divine Grace.
In the distance towards the surface, the signal light on the apron at the highest point of the Divine Grace Cathedral can be clearly seen.
The "Dagger" fighter planes driven by the escorting Imperial Navy shook their wings declaratively as Calvin looked out the window, and then flew into the distance in the dim light of the star that was about to sink into the earth's surface.
"Let's go, it's time for us to leave."
When the large transport boat stood firm in the empty space on the tarmac and nodded to the Ecclesiastical Envoy - Cardinal Jane Harrington - who was sitting opposite him, Calvin whispered to the Gray Knight standing behind him, then stood up and said
Go outside.
The welcoming team has arrived. The Supreme Administrator, Cardinal Saratan of the Ophelia Sector, stands at the front of the crowd as the landlord. The second row behind him is the Ultramarines, the company commander of the Imperial Fist, and
6 Grand Sisters of the Sisters of Battle.
Behind them are the entourage composed of the priests of the Anglican Church, the adjutants of the Astartes, and the nuns.
The use of the psychic aura is for confidentiality purposes, and there is no need for the high-ranking imperial officers and state priests present.
Calvin dispersed the psychic halo with a wave of his hand.
With his tall and suffocating body, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, he walked towards them with six Imperial Guards who arrived later and a 14-person Honor Guard. (Members of the Templar Honor Guard.
There are twelve people in total, three were killed in the battle with the unknown planet Titan, and one person was later added by Alan Janus, plus the four sons of Calvin he brought as an envoy, the total is 14 people.)
This was a scene that shocked everyone present physically and mentally. In the eyes of the two Astartes and their accompanying adjutants, it was like an epic scene.
If the Astartes warriors represent the ultimate human imagination of steel and muscle, then on this basis, the larger body of the Primarch has only one meaning in the eyes of mortals and the Astartes themselves.
——Inhuman.
Yes, when a three-meter-tall war machine wearing a full set of power armor, including a helmet, stands in front of a mortal, you will feel shocked.
Then, when you see another humanoid beast that is nearly 3.7 meters tall without a helmet, walking towards you with at least twice the dimensions and weight of the former, all you can feel is that you are facing an extraordinary situation.
Human fear.
Because this has exceeded the possibility and imagination of human beings who are engraved in their genetic instincts and can realize the highest potential of their own race.
"The Emperor's blessing!"
Hornthorne's teeth chattered, and vague Gothic came from the corners of his mouth.
His right hand, which was holding the Roman broadsword at his waist, was trembling violently like his whole body.
His thoughts were in confusion due to the visual impact. For a moment, he didn't know whether to accuse the other party of heresy or to acknowledge the other party's holiness.
The same goes for Stewart.
Born into the noble bloodline of Terra, he grew up in the splendid warrior hall of the Phalanx.
During his hundreds of years of life, Donne's image was engraved in every space in his life and in every detail of his memory and soul.
The memory of fighting side by side with the Gene-Father is the genetic wealth of every Astartes warrior, and the reunion with the Gene-Father is the expectation that every son of Dorne will never forget in his dreams. p>
What should a Primarch look like, and what characteristics should a Primarch have?
This kind of wealth of memory may have been obliterated by time if it were other second or even third creation battle groups.
But they are different. They are the direct bloodline of Robert Guilliman, and they are the only remaining Imperial Fist of Rogal Dorn!
How could they not recognize the person in front of them and what kind of existence they were?
But how could they believe that in today's post-Emperor era, a Primarch whom they had never seen before would appear openly in front of them?!
Their eyes wandered between Calvin and the honor guard who were also undisguised behind him, and a message that had been vaguely known but never taken seriously rose up in their hearts.
The name of that mysterious battle group and the meaning of its existence are struggling fiercely to break through the memory of their self-isolation.
An impossible possibility was finally remembered in their minds with expressions of uncontrollable horror.
"Gray Knight!"
"Yes! They are not exorcists, they are Gray Knights!"
The two blurted out their inner answers in unison, and their eyes collided with each other's surprised expressions.
"Their rumors are true!"
"And they also have Primarchs?"
"Why have we never seen him!"
"It's not just us! Why has he never shown up in the Empire?"
"Then what role did they play in the Great Crusade?"
"Then where are their legions?"
All kinds of questions and confusions about the Gray Knights all collided in the eyes of two high-ranking officers from the founding Chapter.
There was no time to communicate with more possibilities and speculations, because that sacred and terrifying existence had already walked in front of them.
"You can inform your parent group about my existence."
Calvin and Saratan, who was also shocked, nodded, and then walked towards the two giants who were obviously close to losing control.
After his huge body walked in front of two century-old veterans, his inhuman tallness and burliness were more vividly displayed.
The Astartes, with their extremely strong bodies, looked like a completely different species against him. From the perspective that they needed to look up to maintain communication, they were forced to be commented on together with more terrifying existences.<
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"There is no need to question my existence, because it is also the emperor's will."
He looked down at the two Astartes who had just reached the lower edge of his breastplate, and there was an undeniable strength in his gentle voice.
The two veterans of the original battle group were shocked and confused. However, after hearing his voice and seeing the imperial guards following him, they bowed and retreated quietly to show their obedience to his orders. p>
"I..."
Hornthorne forced himself to calm down, and even more so, he forced the instinctive fear engraved deep in his genes.
In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and stood it in front of his chest.
Seeing the suddenly cold eyes of the honor guard behind Calvin, he forced his instinct and said to Calvin's eyes:
"I...can't question your existence, but as far as I am concerned, your authenticity must be proven by my defeat!"