Chapter 112 Chatting and Laughing with a Blacksmith

In the depths of the quiet warp, the Soul Redeemer was still sailing quietly in the dark background.

There were very few people on board after entering the warp. Most of them entered a specific state of sleep during non-duty hours. This was an effective way for mortals to deal with the disordered sense of time and space when sailing in the warp.

Calvin sat in the equipment room of his dormitory, carefully maintaining his armor and weapons.

The shoulder armor of the finely crafted Terminator power armor had been disassembled at this time, and the one-inch thick ceramic steel and fine gold composite metal shoulder armor was being carefully wiped in his hands.

There was not much dust on the shoulder armor. After Calvin's cleaning, the outer side of the entire metal structure was extremely clean. The three-dimensional relief and the holy scriptures cast in fine gold on the edge were warm and bright under the wiping of holy oil.

This was a ritualistic job, and he rarely gave it to slaves to complete. Because in the quiet maintenance process, Calvin's mind also gained a long-lost tranquility with the wiping action in his hands.

Calvin rarely recited those prayers about the Emperor, because in his concept, the Emperor was never a high god.

No matter whether the existence that retained his wandering soul today was a god or some other existence, he always believed that the other party's original intention had never changed.

And their initial encounter and subsequent agreement were also based on each other's high self-identification with the human race.

With such a solid foundation, Calvin had reason to believe that no matter whether it was the Emperor or himself, no matter how he changed in the future journey, the heart belonging to humans would not change.

Whether it was a god or a human. Their positions would not shift in any way, that was enough.

The door of the dormitory was knocked, and with Calvin's permission, Captain Jules of the Silver Blade walked in.

Passing through the empty living room, Jules entered the equipment room and saw Calvin sitting in front of the equipment rack.

"Do you like this armor? It looks really good." Jules leaned against the door of the equipment room, and his voice came from the direction of the door to Calvin's ears who lowered his head and continued to work.

Calvin frowned. He didn't like such a frivolous tone to discuss his armor. In a sense, this was a comrade who was closer to him than any of his fighting partners.

And to make a frivolous comment on his closest comrade in front of a soldier was no different from saying "Your wife is great" to a person in person.

This was a frivolous provocation, or a well-prepared temptation.

But Calvin was not a young man. His warrior heart had long been as firm as steel and as vast as the deep sea from the forging of two lives.

Whether it was the experience of going from pride to depression in his previous life, or the inhuman training and soul sublimation he received in this life, the part of his soul related to irritability and frivolity had long disappeared.

Anger is also a precious wealth. It is better to accumulate it silently than to squander it casually.

This is a truth he realized as a mature soldier, so he chose to watch and act on Jules' frivolity.

Calvin did not answer Jules' question, but continued to focus on his work. After carefully wiping and oiling the last part of the disassembled parts, he carefully put them back.

When all the parts were put back in place, the power armor that received the activation command gently emitted a clean and regular humming sound.

Calvin knew that no matter whether the machine soul transformed by the omnipotent Ohm Messiah really existed in this outstanding work of art, at least for now, the state of the Thinker Servo in the Terminator Power Armor was healthy and pleasant, and that was enough.

In the quiet equipment room, Calvin, who was wearing a simple linen uniform, had no extra decorations and embellishments except the silver-blue magic ring on his head.

But his existence was not weakened at all, or in other words, when a 3.15-meter-tall giant looked at you with a god-like vicissitudes and wisdom, he himself was a declaration and embodiment of miracles.

Or, when such an existence looked at you in silence with his unique platinum eyes, you could feel the pressure from the soul without any words.

Jules was the first to be hit. He was a little panicked and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I apologize for my frivolous words!" The giant at the door raised his hands to show his concession.

He laughed and complained about the pressure Calvin put on him:

"I said that newcomers nowadays are too serious and can't stand a little joke..."

Then he couldn't continue his speech under Calvin's questioning again. He had to turn the topic to the main topic helplessly:

"I heard from Golden that your armor doesn't fit again."

Calvin glared at Jules. He was really talking about something else. This was the problem that troubled him recently.

Even though the casting sergeants had noticed Calvin's growth expectations under the reminder of the great mentors when making this armor, the space left for him in this power armor still couldn't last too long.

After all, the concept of margin has a limit. It is not impossible to have more, but it will sacrifice the synergy of the power armor.

As a weapon and tool for war, combat performance is the core standard that cannot be compromised in the eyes of technical sergeants.

Any equipment must be based on this core standard, and power armor is no exception. So when Calvin received his power armor, the casting sergeant told him that this power armor could only accompany him for 50 years under the most optimistic estimate.

He had such a psychological expectation, but in less than ten years, his expensive special precision terminator had no surplus.

The hard surplus had been used up before his first return to Terra. If he had not opened the soft structure between the parts as much as possible, the life of this armor would have been even shorter.

But even if the 10 centimeters of soft structure were added, the total surplus of 17 centimeters was no longer available at this time.

Especially for the fingers, the soft conductive structure on the parts at this position is better, but the hard hand armor, especially the nails, is difficult to deal with.

The one-time castings made of pure adamantium have almost no room for adjustment, and the casting sergeants on both the Supreme Decree and the Soul Redeemer are powerless to do anything about it.

He can only make do with the ceramic steel parts temporarily made by the sergeants on the ship.

But temporary things can only be used temporarily, and the structure of ceramic steel castings is far less stable than adamantium, not to mention that his original adamantium gauntlets have complete five psychic conduction crystal engravings!

Faced with this level of precision parts, the casting sergeants stationed on the ship have no materials and no equipment.

With nothing to do, Calvin can only recognize the reality and recognize the reality.

And today, this Jules who came to the door rashly, just picked his pain to talk about, can Calvin give him a good face?

The Primarch also has a temper! He needs to let this veteran know what it means to be a pain maker on the training ground! Back then, Calvin also had a resounding title of "War Blacksmith" on Titan!

Thinking of this, Calvin smiled and extended his invitation to Jules.

As a veteran and a captain of the Silver Blade who specializes in recruit training, he was asked to fulfill his duty and accompany Calvin on the training ground to find out his shortcomings in cold weapon martial arts.

This smile was by no means funny. Captain Jules smelled the smell of conspiracy at the first time. He knew that he had said enough nonsense, and if he continued, his reputation would probably be in jeopardy.

In the face of crisis, he didn't care about his current dignity, and finally told Calvin frankly his purpose under heavy pressure:

"In the equipment room of the training hall, there are good things that the master brought to you before I set off!"

Then, he slipped away like he did on the bridge before.

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