Chapter 146 The giant carrying the mountains on his back
"That's... a battleship?"
Calvin looked above his head and took a breath. The reason for the failure of energy protection in Pestma's atmosphere was obviously found, but judging from the results, he would rather not know what the truth was.
How much mass would a seven-kilometer-long space battleship have? How much damage could it cause to the entire continental plate after being captured by the planet's gravity?
Calvin felt horrified just thinking about it. This was a disaster that could destroy the original ecology of the planet.
And this was the surprise that Mortarion brought to him, and it was also the first official blow that the Death Guard, as an Astartes Legion, brought to the people of the Empire here!
beep... beep... beep... beep...
Hyperion's blessing reminds its owner that the increasingly noisy rhythm heralds the progress of disaster.
Calvin lowered his head and looked at his arm. The large red values on the screen finally turned into a huge sign after rapid flashes - abnormal gravity coefficient!
"Calculate the mass!" Calvin ordered in a dry tone, and then continued to lead the team forward. The servo began to calculate frantically, and then gave Calvin a number that was unacceptable to him more than ten minutes later - at least 170 million tons.
quality.
Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions... No! Calvin shook his head. These are all things that will happen later. The most critical thing at the moment is the first impact of the battleship!
He originally wanted to lead a team to support the core battle zone, but this number and the meaning behind it told him that all ground-based defenses were meaningless under such an attack.
"Are you still going?" Talos asked. The alarm in the communication channel had explained the situation to everyone. This impromptu support was meaningless in the eyes of this veteran.
"Go, I want to see it with my own eyes and record it!"
Calvin issued the order word by word, but his eyes were fixed on the sky. Regardless of victory or defeat, Mortarion's attack will completely destroy the ecology of Pesma - which means the lives of hundreds of millions of people.
He took note of this account.
In another fifteen minutes, a team of dozens of people had climbed to the top of a nearby mountain. Looking ahead, a large group of buildings could be vaguely seen on the plain at the end of the mountains ahead.
Before Calvin, who had just stood firm, had time to react, there was a dull sound in the air!
Boom…boom…boom…boom…
The sound of the air being squeezed was both funny and terrifying, but even though Calvin, nearly a hundred kilometers away, was standing on his head!
He looked up at the source of the sound and saw the black spots burned by the atmosphere. While the tips turned golden red, they also brought up layers of auras!
And it was this thin white air ring that seemed to be thin from a distance, sweeping across the sky of the 35th theater in a rapid expansion that seemed to be slow but actually fast. All the fighter planes along the way were torn apart by all the fighters regardless of the enemy or ourselves, covering hundreds of kilometers.
The battlefield was actually completely cleared!
But no one cares, neither the servants of Chaos nor the warriors of the Empire!
More enemies continued to descend from the clouds, surrounding the battleship and launching attacks on the ground. The Imperial Air Force on the ground also continued to take off, even though they knew that their battle was of no use!
Hovering... getting close... shooting, and then being torn into pieces in the turbulence of the air explosion, and then falling...
Including fighters taking off from nearby adjacent theaters, within just ten minutes, this air battle that took place over the 35th theater had turned the loss of precious fighter pilots into cold figures.
In Calvin's eyes, the battleship, which symbolized destruction, had changed from a black spot that was difficult to see with the naked eye, to a black shadow that could be observed by mortals!
Three minutes...
Two minutes...
One minute...
Seeing that the black shadow had descended to an altitude of one hundred kilometers, Calvin's eardrums began to feel uncomfortable, and blood stains were flowing down the faces of the surrounding Astartes warriors.
His heart sank suddenly. He knew that this was the combined effect of pressure and infrasound waves. He had to prevent this disaster, but he asked himself, could he do it?
Psychic power, he needs this power that can change reality like never before!
The original body of the Gray Knight closed his eyes and took a deep breath in the expectant eyes of the people around him. His soul was constantly rising in the subspace, but his spirit was constantly sinking in his subconscious ocean!
This is the biggest difference between him and all the psychics in this world, and it is also the authority that only he and the man on the golden throne have!
Psykers have no authority and rely only on the original application of spiritual power by the soul. As the source of power, the soul does not have the cohesion and protection of divinity, so it can only be exposed in the subspace and watched by others!
But he is different. The greatest reliance of the Gray Knight's original body is that his soul naturally possesses divinity, and his indescribably huge soul essence makes this divinity's deterrent worthy of the name in the subspace!
God’s power cannot be looked upon directly! God’s power cannot be blasphemed!
Even if his soul has only recovered slightly in the past hundred years, even if he has just ignited the sacred flame on the path to god!
But divinity is divinity. Beings who have crossed this level will no longer be afraid of the covetousness of the inanimate, and will even be qualified to have driving authority on it!
Stop it, stop it!
The giant in the pure land of the soul awakened from the clouds, and the flames on its crown soared! Countless praises lingered in the ears, and the whispers of the subspace appeared as expected, but they were swallowed up in less than half a second!
A silvery moon is slowly emerging in the endless darkness, and the inanimate beings running around crazily are proof of its existence!
Psionics! Psionics!
Cold turbulence surged in the bone marrow, and the bone-piercing pain was followed by a heavier numbness. However, this pain was nothing compared to the coldness in Calvin's soul. The silver authority of order was using a force that could freeze everything.
The cold showed him that the reason why a miracle is precious is that its greatness comes with an equally expensive price.
But it is no longer important. Calvin opened his eyes that were filled with silver light. The silver light under his feet spread like mercury pouring down the ground. His slowly opened hands were raised to the sky!
In the sky dozens of kilometers away, a pair of giant palms magnified tens of millions of times are being shaped. And at the moment when the steel mountains descending from the sky meet these giant hands, a halo centered on Calvin appears.
, also happens to cover the mountains at his feet!
boom!
The huge smoke and dust obscured everyone's vision, and the sharp and silent roar, which was sharper than the noise, had pierced everyone's eardrums!
For tens of seconds, there was only silent silence in the world of the Astartes, and after the dust settled, they were even more shocked to see that the invisible force lifted the hills under their feet out of thin air.
Press three points!
Talos swore that he clearly heard the painful groans of the original body at that moment, and what made his hair stand on end was the shattering sound coming from the mountains at his feet and the original body's bones!
"Not enough! Still not enough!"
Calvin's voice woke Talos out of his sluggish state. He turned to look at the original body, who was slowly controlling the giant palm in the sky, lowering the height of the hand little by little.
But the hill below was still unable to withstand this huge force, and even the structures inside the mountain were visibly collapsing!
He could hear the primarch's teeth chattering, and even after removing the noise, he could still hear that while the primarch was fighting against the invisible force, he was also talking to other beings.
"Bigger! Bigger!" Calvin groaned, while the psychic aura under his feet continued to spread.
And at this critical moment, a hoarse and dry voice mocked in his ear:
"What are you doing? My brother...do you want to be like that idiot who really thinks he is an angel after growing a pair of wings? Want to be the savior of this world?"