Thought of the day: "Those who don't wear helmets are the protagonists..."
After leaving the heating tower at the entrance to the upper level of the hive city, Calvin and others finally reached the upper level of the hive city. The way up is not long.
Strictly speaking, the upper floor and the top floor of the hive capital are not two floors. They belong to the same structure as the laurel wreath on the upper floor of the hive capital. The top floor has always been the spire on the laurel wreath symbolizing authority and wealth on the top of this huge building.
And the gems embellished on it.
The upper levels of the hive city form the laurel wreath itself.
In terms of internal architectural structure, there is no complete physical distinction between the upper floor and the top floor. The man-made checkpoints and palace gates and walls are just to reflect the power of the residence of the owner of this huge city.
But complete isolation is absolutely impossible, because as the actual user of the entire superstructure, he is also the main component of the superstructure of the political building of the planetary capital.
The daily work content of these nobles who live in the upper floors all year round is to handle government affairs and sundries for their masters in the palace on the top floor of the nest city that have been reported by the lower-level managers.
Regardless of their living location or within the specific management organization at the administrative level of the galaxy, the upper-class residents have treatment and privileges that match their status.
Calvin and others quickly walked from the edge of the laurel to the top.
Although it cannot be seen directly, it can be said that the perception of these psychics is filled, and the stench of chaos is already quite obvious.
The group of people was quietly moving towards the target according to the existing map information, and the communication signal with the orbiting strike cruiser, which had been interrupted due to the obstruction of numerous buildings, was also restored unknowingly.
The rear personnel above the orbit were also surprised to find that the life signal representing Calvin and his team appeared again on the auspicious scan results of the Redeemer of the Souls after losing information about the ground team for more than three hours.
They couldn't wait to send a communication request to Calvin, hoping to continue to provide all possible support from the orbital strike cruiser to these Gray Knights who were performing high-risk missions on the ground.
These supports include but are not limited to downloading the latest map information, more accurate psychic teleportation beacon instructions provided by the enhanced auspicious omen, and fixed-point strikes of orbital light lances or macrocannons that may be slightly delayed...
"The Revenant Redeemer has information access..." In Calvin's ear, on the separate communication equipment, the contact signal on the orbit began to prompt. (Not wearing a helmet is a bad habit, and there is data to prove that it is not necessary to wear a helmet on the battlefield.
The helmeted Astartes...are they the protagonist...)
He did not stop, but turned around and glanced at Gavins and Tariq, who immediately understood his intention through the thinking channel.
The two of them silently accelerated through Calvin's position as Calvin slowed down slightly, taking over from him as the spearhead of the entire team's progress.
The same was true for the following four Terminators. They accelerated from both sides in tacit understanding and protected the flanks and rear of Calvin who was preparing to communicate with the strike cruiser above the orbit.
Counting Gavins and Golden at the front of the team, the adjustment of the entire seven-person team's formation from 1-2-2-2 to -2-3-2 was completed in less than 5 steps.
Behind the six terminators are two interceptor teams, and behind them is another five-person terminator team led by Guard deputy captain Golden.
After receiving notifications from the thinking channel, they also began to transform from the original wedge shape into an inverted trapezoid shape that was more suitable for defense.
During the quiet march, your brother troops suddenly changed their marching formation and war preparation posture without any warning or signal, and your troops were still separated in the middle. How would you complete this adjustment within five steps?
Want?
(These grandsons of MUA show off their faces, right? Show off, right? Sooner or later, I will give you all the tutu!)
Well, the above ideas only belong to a writing servitor author who was transformed by a mortal in the Titan underground, and not to the great Gray Knights.
In short, the interceptors may have seen too much along the way and have become numb or for other reasons.
When the two arbiters saw such a change, after confirming that there was no hostility, their final reaction was just a collision of their eyes and nothing more.
"Call the Redeemer of the Dead. This is the ground execution team. I'm Calvin. Please call back."
"Call the ground execution team. This is the Revenant Redeemer. The communication signal is good. Our ship can provide you with support now."
"The ground team received the Revenant Redeemer. Please mark the specific location of the target for me."
"The Revenant Redeemer has received it. The target location has been confirmed and is now transmitting to you. Please go there as soon as possible. The interference from the Psionic Chorus ended half an hour ago. You don't have much time. If necessary, please provide our ship with
Strike Beacon."
"Received..."
Calvin tapped the communicator next to his ear to end the call. He glanced at the latest beacon position and then looked up at the tallest and most gorgeous tower among the many spiers in the hive city to confirm the details of the target.
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Then he turned his head and said to the interceptor brothers behind him:
"Our goal is there, the auditorium on the top floor. Thinking about what we saw along the way, I think there is a chance that we will meet someone there who can tell us the details of the whole story."
In such a situation, with the rich combat experience of the Gray Knights, it is not difficult to understand what Calvin means.
His words are nothing more than a metaphor that in the highest auditorium, the Gray Knights will definitely meet the instigator or the ultimate beneficiary of this disaster, and not surprisingly, there will be a conversation that is not so pleasant for both parties.
……
After Calvin finished what he said, Tarik beside him also complained quietly: "If this person really exists, then my only request for this person is that I hope he can still look like a human being..."
The Gray Knights present were all amused by Tarik's words.
Among the various enemies they encountered during their long service career, there were bird monsters with multiple heads, green and pink dwarfs; there were filth covered in genitals, and there were idiots who only thought about killing.
Donkey.
But the only thing is that completely rational people are extremely rare.
And if such a person really appears, it means big trouble, because rationality can always multiply the results of events based on ability.
Whether it's doing good or doing evil.
Amidst the rare lively laughter from everyone, Golden at the back of the team did not forget to add another blow:
"You'd better hope that something like that doesn't appear, otherwise we will use a toilet brush to clean your crow's beak when we go back."
Calvin smiled quietly, enjoying this rare happiness with his comrades during the difficult mission.
Every scene like this is worthy of his aftertaste and remembrance in the prosperous years to come.
The voices and smiles of every comrade present will be deeply etched in his mind in the years to come, and he does not want to forget them for a moment.