Chapter 127: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (9) Containment - The First Appearance of the Purifier
The battle is like a chess game, but the fight between blood and iron is far more intense and decisive than the chess game.
Talos is still stuck in the mud of Pesma, while wars in other directions are also in full swing.
Looking at the overall situation, using the central star of the Gothic Galaxy as a reference, on the northern battlefield, the two main fleets of the Imperial Navy and the Death Guard Legion are entangled with each other in space like two long snakes;
On the other side of the galaxy, at the Blackstone Fortress, the shadow that could cover an entire continent on the planet's surface was also moving towards the rear of Pestma, seemingly slowly but really quickly.
The orbit near Pesma and the nearby starry sky are the most brutal battlefields. Every front-line weapon platform is under saturated artillery bombardment in the explosion of energy shields, and there are even successive invasions by the Chaos Space Marines of the Death Guard.
Although the battleships of the Inquisition went all out, and countless Chaos battleships fell under the gunfire of the Silver Dawn! But this still cannot change the reality that the nodes on the front line are conquered one by one, and even the entire front is slowly retreating!
And this was exactly Mortarion's response to Calvin after he was attacked by Calvin!
His purpose is not only that, as a large number of pollution sources seep into Pestma, and even the entire Gothic world. In the seemingly turbulent supreme sky, an even more vicious demonic tide begins to accumulate and brew!
This Mortarion conspiracy is also Nurgle’s consistent approach to the real world:
Once reality is polluted, the corrupted soul will reversely trigger the spread of the demonic tide in subspace, and this huge subspace tide will further tear apart the curtain of reality, while strengthening all the polluted servants of Chaos.
, and also drag the entire Goth into a more terrifying abyss!
"We must fight decisively! We must also curb all corruption from the source as soon as possible!"
But Calvin also knew that all of this was just Mortarion's urging, forcing him to take the initiative to seek a decisive battle with Mortarion.
And Calvin also knew that now was not the time.
He should not have rashly put himself in a decisive battle with Mortarion before the concept war was over!
Contamination? Calvin's eyes flickered. Suppressing corruption may be difficult for other Legions of Astartes, but for the Gray Knights, it is their professional counterpart!
His vision switched to the link of the legion's will, and after a simple inspection, he immediately found the most suitable unit.
"Turab." Calvin whispered, but to the Chief Purifier who was far away in the Blackstone Fortress, this voice sounded like a great bell!
After being transformed by the original body and joining the legion, his soul was integrated with the will of the legion, and with the secondary development of gene seeds, his body was restored to its prime.
The external characteristic of this secret rebirth is that although he still has his iconic silver hair, what is different from before is that he has regained his youthful appearance!
"I obey your orders!" The handsome young man with silver hair knelt down on one knee in the astonishment of the Emperor Fist beside him.
His body is so strong that it is two heads taller than the Emperor Fist beside him. He looks even more graceful against the backdrop of the Terminator covered with luxurious and holy inscriptions!
"Go to Pestma and curb the corruption there!"
Calvin's voice was transmitted from the link of the Legion's will, and mission information about the entire direction of Pestma was also carried by complex and three-dimensional inscriptions, coming from the Legion's will at the same time as the original body's order.
The short inscription with the attributes of time and space allowed the reborn Purifier to clearly understand the cause and beginning of the entire mission in just a few breaths. Knowing the importance of the mission, he immediately paid attention to the original mission.
The body responds!
"I will obey the order!" Turab replied, and this oath like a war cry made the Emperor Fist look at him with a newfound understanding of the Gray Knights!
"Is there a mission? Where and how many people are there? I will contact the spacecraft."
Ismir, the liaison officer of the Imperial Fists, saw all this in his eyes. When Turab looked at him, he had no doubts and started to work directly.
He was well aware of the specialness of the unit in front of him, because even in the era of the Imperial Fist Legion, it was rare to find such a unit with all its members equipped with fearless tactics on a regular basis before the war began.
This is the elite of the elite, and it is one of the trump cards of the mysterious original body!
Ismail thought so, and their subsequent performance confirmed Ismail's conjecture:
After arriving at Blackstone Fortress, this troop did not participate in any meetings or tasks. Until Turab received the order just now, they still stood in the secret room like sculptures.
For several weeks, except for eating and routine prayers, they never left the heavy armor for a moment;
At this moment, with Tulab's oath, they stood up from meditation in silence and lined up without any orders!
What about the orders? How were they received?
What is the method of communication? Is it true that they are a legion of all psykers, as has been rumored recently within the Chapter?
But that doesn't matter anymore, at least at this moment.
Ismail understood that this was probably the characteristic of these strange legion warriors, and it was also the special talent given to them by the mysterious original body.
"Pesma." Tulab heard the sound and turned around. Behind the heavy Crusader helmet decorated with pale blue laurel leaves, the blue eyepiece happened to be facing Ismail.
Ismail subconsciously averted his gaze, and immediately felt ashamed of his retreat.
He raised his head and happened to see the other party's raised arm, and the mission briefing from the Inquisition System was also delivered on the screen.
In his ears, Turab's cold and enthusiastic voice also appeared at the same time.
"I need Pestma's air defense identification code, and full authority over the ground forces whenever necessary!"
"No problem! Just a moment..." Ismir took a deep breath, and while agreeing to the other party's request, he also quickly tried to give him more help.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! They are the Imperial Fists! They are the heirs and praetorians of Dorne and the saint on Earth!
Although Dorne has left, they are still proud and will not be lower than any brother legion!
He had to show enough professionalism in front of his brother troops in order to wash away the instinctive envy he felt towards Tulab's legion at that moment!
I don’t envy you for having the original body!
Ismir thought bitterly, then lowered his head and searched for it on the personal terminal screen of the same Terminator.
In just two breaths, he raised his head and said to the Purifier:
"The route information has been set! Specific permissions will come soon, and shuttles and starships will also be arranged!
You can head towards the B5 channel first, and cooperate with your rail train to the star port, which will arrive on time in ten minutes.
If you have any other needs, you can inform me at any time before departure!"
"Thank you!" Tulab nodded and strode away.
Behind him, a total of forty-five Gray Knights also followed in silence, and spontaneously adjusted the order of the team as they marched.
The teams that were originally classified according to the categories of weapons maintenance and ammunition supply are spontaneously splitting in a few breaths and reorganized into tactical teams with complete functions;
What surprised Ismail even more was that they didn't even make eye contact during this process.
But this still makes Ismail feel envious, because from the decorations and badges on these soldiers, he can see that a quarter of the soldiers in this special unit are newcomers.
"Newcomers, what a strong vitality..."
Ismail stood at the door of the secret room for a long time, and then left the empty room without looking back.