No matter how big the stone is, the waves it throws into the pool will eventually calm down.
The Grand Master of the Gray Knights Chapter did not make enough waves in this game with the Inquisition.
The autumn wind has begun at the last moment, and the impact of the negotiations between the two parties has not yet begun to appear.
Other departments in the empire that have the right to know about the existence of the Gray Knights Chapter may know about this matter, or they may not know the specific situation. They are just making speculations due to the unusual blockade of Titan this time.
But no matter what, these have not affected the preparations of the Gray Knights. The external disturbances may still continue, or they may have never stopped.
But for Titan, once the seeds of change are planted, no more attention is needed.
Wait calmly for them to break through the ground and sprout, and watch them grow vigorously in the direction they are prepared for.
One day, people will see a towering tree here that can shelter others from the wind and rain.
One day, after seeing this spectacular scenery, someone will look back hundreds of years and discover the humble beginning of this great change in the history books.
As for the person who first planted the seed, or the person who watered and fertilized it as it grew, they probably didn’t care whether they could get its shade.
Perhaps this is the charm of short-lived species. You know clearly that you are a flower that can only bloom for one season, a mayfly that lives and dies.
But there are always some individuals who refuse to surrender to fate.
Whenever a race faces a life-or-death decision, they will stand out from the group and burn themselves without any thought, just to issue a fleeting challenge to fate.
The Emperor is like this, and Prime Minister Malcador is like this. For thousands of years, as the Empire represents all mankind, it has expanded its territory into the Milky Way, overcoming thorns and obstacles along the way. Those enemies of the Empire have shouted the names of mankind and the Emperor, and have been charging.
The same is true for the dead heroic spirits.
Who cares? Probably only this race itself cares. But, this is enough.
As time passed, one month after Terra Time, the Gray Knights Chapter's Grand Master Walden's trip to the Tribunal Headquarters also came to an end.
He appeared in the battle group's conference room as usual at an inconspicuous sunrise, as if he had never left. He seemed tireless despite the travel dust, and once again immersed himself in the battle group's documents. p>
The final result of the negotiations with the Inquisition was relatively smooth. This was also due to the fact that he did not force an immediate change to the thousands of years of practice of the Inquisition, but placed the period of change three hundred years in the future.<
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Time has given both parties enough buffer, and also allowed the relevant stakeholders who were affected by this change enough time to adapt. This is a choice full of political wisdom, and it is also a choice that can be accepted by most people.
300 years is a long time and a short time. By that time, no matter whether he is there or not, or whether the person holding the palm print of the Tribunal has rotated.
With the support of massive gene seeds cultivated from Mars, the Gray Knights Chapter will no longer have the days of being stretched to replenish its military resources.
Mentors don’t need to look at batches of new recruits, and they will say goodbye in the next battle without even memorizing their names;
Pharmacist brothers, there is no need to endure sorrow and find ways to suture new wounds on the old wounds that have not yet healed in these young bodies;
These children no longer have to just crawl out of the medical cabin, and they don’t even have time to mourn their lost comrades before they have to rush to the next battle of life and death...
At that time, the huge number of soldiers in the battle group and the abundant weapons that were finally fully utilized will be riding on those brand-new strike cruisers that have been prepared thousands of years ago, and they will be in the vast territory of the empire in the star area.
Split cruises for units.
On every fleet in every sector, there will be tens of thousands of Gray Knights waiting for the call of the Prophet brothers and the Tribunal anytime and anywhere.
What a magnificent and majestic picture it would be! The Grand Master would occasionally think about the future days while he was busy.
This kind of Gray Knight is what the Emperor's vision looks like; it is also this kind of Gray Knight that is the wall of the Empire that the late Imperial Prime Minister Malcador hoped to see, and only this kind of Gray Knight can take on the responsibility of mankind.
Where hope lies.
There is no longer a need to make a desperate move, because there are more brothers holding up the protective umbrella for them on the frontal battlefield;
There is no longer a need to rush into the devil's castle with several large companies to face countless enemies, because there will be more comrades opening the path to victory for them.
Every time Walden thinks of this, he can't help but clench the gloves in his hands.
He couldn't help but raise his head for a moment. In his excited eyes as he looked out the window at the distant Terra, only such a Gray Knight can better serve the empire; only such a Gray Knight can serve those in the subspace.
Dirty bastards, bring more death!
And when such a Gray Knights Chapter appeared in front of the Inquisition in a brand-new manner, the seemingly unreasonable request of the Grand Master today must have seemed natural.
And all of this was brought about by the young man standing quietly beside him. It was this young man who brought the first spark that lit up the ray of hope for the entire battle group and even for the entire human race. p>
The Supreme Master Walden stopped what he was doing and looked sideways at the young man standing beside him like a sculpture.
The first half of Calvin's first rotation cycle has come to an end after being transferred to the company for one year. The next arrangement is to return from the company to the top of the chapter and serve as the adjutant and leader of the guard beside the Supreme Grand Master. p>
In this position, he will have close contact with the administrative affairs of the Chapter, thereby learning the daily operational logic of the entire Chapter, and making sufficient preparations for him to one day take over this large group of warriors.
This is a unique promotion path carefully arranged for him by the great mentors. Its original intention is not to cultivate a powerful warrior, the empire has no shortage of warriors; it is not to cultivate a decisive commander, the empire's
History has proven that mere commander-in-chief cannot change the dilapidated situation of the empire, which has suffered from political fatigue and loose management for thousands of years.
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The Grand Masters want more. They hope that the young man in front of them can, with their support along the way, eventually become a towering giant who can influence the political situation of the entire empire with the Gray Knights and the Tribunal as the basis. p>
Under such a long-term and even ambitious layout and plan, the Tribunal's thousands of years of practice with the Gray Knights, the game and final compromise over the right to send representatives, are just a matter of this group of veterans.
The final step in our long-term plan.
For eight thousand years, in accordance with the emperor's personal orders, the huge amounts of equipment and materials from Mars have allowed the mentors to have no desire except for the supply of personnel, and do not need the care or preferential treatment of any force in the empire. p>
The arrival of Calvin will make up for the last shortcomings of the Gray Knights Chapter, so that the recruitment of soldiers will no longer be a shackle. When such an existence transcends all the forces of the empire, based on thousands of years of accumulation, it begins to grow wildly into a
When there is a behemoth that no one can ignore, the expressions of these forces who are accustomed to being like flies and dogs will be very exciting.
What happens next requires long-term patience and the help of time to slowly change.
Among them, the Gray Knights Gray Knights Chapter has enough time to wait, and Calvin also has enough patience to wait.
As the initiators of such a plan that covers thousands of years of changes, these great mentors of the Gray Knights may not necessarily have the opportunity to live to witness it.
The mentors don't care, and Calvin doesn't know. But since the seed has been planted, just wait for the moment it breaks out.
Grand Master Walden also expressed his views on this matter with a smile in a meeting: