In the Sun Star Territory, on the large apron of the Spiritual Energy Seminary located deep in the palace area, three years later, there is still a huge pick-up team waiting for the messenger from the horizon.
After receiving the message from Titan, these officials appeared on time from the corridors of different heights in the various office buildings of the Psychic Seminary, and silently gathered into a long line as smoothly as streams flowing into rivers, and
There is a tacit understanding without any communication.
People are still the same people as they were three years ago. Taking the average age of the population of this universe and Terra's rich material as a reference, these short three years are not enough to cover the lifespan of civil servants, who are generally longer than the residents of the hive city.
Slow changes in personnel promotions.
And what they are waiting for is still the mysterious Astartes representative from the Tribunal.
People stood silently in a long queue waiting according to their job positions, keeping a standard one-and-a-half step distance from each other.
There was just enough space left for the crowd to step back to both sides and salute the incoming big man at the same time. It neither seemed crowded nor empty. Everything seemed so familiar and orderly.
Such tacit and mature rules benefit from the deep foundation of behavioral inertia brought by the long-established institution of the empire, the Psionic Academy, which has been operating for thousands of years;
It also stems from the fact that in this huge organization with millions of employees, being responsible for welcoming and delivering guests is a heavy responsibility in itself. There is no other way but to be familiar with it.
The team that greeted Calvin and his entourage was of high standard. In addition to the vast majority of low-level civil servants wearing black robes, there were also twice as many red-robed officials temporarily transferred from various places as usual.
Four high-ranking civil servants in red robes stood at the forefront of the team, which also reflected the huge influence from the Tribunal.
The lower-level employees in the back row didn't have the guts to chat. They stood quietly while waiting, with their low-hanging hoods hiding the expressions on their faces.
For these low-level people who have been engaged in reception work all year round since adulthood, the work itself does not have any technical difficulty.
However, considering the number of high-density unit businesses involved in the Psionics School, if you want to live longer, then listening less, speaking less, and asking less will naturally become the way of survival passed down from generation to generation among them.
As the appointed time is approaching, the figure of the Thunder Eagle assault craft, the iconic vehicle representing the Astartes Chapter, also appears in the distant edge of the blue sky.
The Thunder Eagle is very fast. Under the skillful and almost virtuoso operation of the pilot, this powerful mechanical creation, which is specially designed for orbital strikes in the atmosphere and airborne missions, plunges straight from the outside of the atmosphere like a meteor, and then, in
After reaching the predetermined height, it drew a very narrow arc and drove straight to the apron of the Psionic Seminary.
As the iconic roar of the Thunderhawk assault boat engine approached at high speed from the distance, the waiting crowd began to subconsciously check their appearance to avoid offending the majesty of some possible big shot with these unnecessary details. p>
With people's tiny movements, the entire team came to life like a snake awakened from hibernation. The Thunder Eagle in the sky did not have the patience to wait for their little thoughts hidden in their small movements, and simply rushed over.
It lowered from the top of the tarmac. The biting cold wind that followed it from an altitude of 10,000 meters destroyed all the efforts these people had made for their appearance.
The air valve of the landing hatch made a loud jet sound, and the entire thick armored door panel was loosened and then followed the gravitational force and hit the ground on the apron. What followed was a huge explosion that was beyond the expectation of the Psychic Seminary.
Team.
The twelve Gray Knights headed by Calvin, all wearing the pure gray holy shield-shaped power armor without any painting, walked out of the assault boat's hatch with heavy steps.
Although there is no Terminator armor as decoration, nor are they carrying other heavy weapons, when a group of armored giants with a minimum height of more than 2.5 meters walk toward you in neat steps, most people can only do
Ancestors have taught them from their genes the quiet, absolute quiet brought about by their desire for survival.
The waiting crowd, led by the leading official, had already prepared the welcome speech in their mouths, but was shocked by this unexpected scene and was stuck in their mouths, not knowing how to continue.
The huge body also had huge steps. Calvin, who had walked a few steps to the pick-up team, stopped. The soldiers behind him did not need any prompting. The moment after Calvin stopped, they also stopped.
their actions.
Under the sunshine of Terra at three o'clock in the afternoon, the sculpture-like posture of these tall angels and the resonance brought by the 12 neat and heavy steps before made the officials' mouths open and close again, but they still couldn't.
Say something meaningful.
When the color on the leading official's face was almost as bright as the robe on his body, Calvin took off the heavy Crusader-shaped helmet on his head and lowered his head to look down at the mortals in front of him.
There wasn't much expression on his face, only a hint of gloom in his eyes proved that this demigod was not in a happy mood.
Now that the battle group has fully begun to prepare for the restructuring and transformation, due to personnel shortages, even the Silver Blades of the new recruit company have been transferred out under the leadership of Grand Instructor Aidan to support the first and seventh companies fighting abroad. p>
As the future master of this Chapter, Calvin, due to his own special reasons, cannot participate in any missions that may pose threats.
After many requests for war were rejected, he was even ordered by the Supreme Master Walden, who was about to rush to the battlefield, to stay behind on Titan before leaving. This was a frustrating thing for him.
However, everything happened for a reason, and he didn't understand why the mentors were so cautious about his safety. This was not only related to his own fate, but also affected the future of the entire battle group.
So, in the new year, when the black ship once again returned with a full load of psykers collected from all over the empire, due to the absence of all members of the Silver Blade, this completely non-dangerous "sanitary ball" level foreign affairs mission was
fell into the hands of Calvin.
But the reason why he was angry was not because of this, but because even for this kind of mission, the instructors asked him not to go alone.
Behind him are two "Squads of Sinners" pretending to be champion swordsmen, and a whole team of Terminators that can't be hidden in the Thunderhawk. They are the safety guarantee for his trip.
He couldn't refuse yet. Looking at Grand Master Watts who was tired due to the huge workload brought about by the internal restructuring of the war group, he could only hold back his complaints.
"What's wrong with living so long and feeling like you're useless?" were Calvin's helpless words.
Turning around, Calvin, who had arrived in Terra, witnessed the Psychic Seminary's surprise at his guards who far exceeded the specifications, so he didn't think it was strange.
He did not pour out his anger on irrelevant people, nor did he hold these mortals accountable for their natural rudeness.
Calvin just used his low and resonant voice to say to the red-faced young mortal in front of him: "Lead the way, our time should not be wasted here."
The official who was finally rescued from his awkward posture by Calvin's words took a long breath, and then turned around hurriedly to signal to his subordinates behind him. The whole team spread out neatly to both sides, and then he turned around to face Calvin and behind him.
The warriors led the whole team to skillfully salute the Astartes with the Eagle Salute before saying to Calvin:
"Please come with me, angels who have come from afar."