Chapter 172: The Price and the Return

Thought of the Day: Happiness is fleeting, but suffering is lasting.

"It would be difficult for me to completely correct the mutation in him. That would be no different from killing him directly."

Calvin said to Elvis while helping him onto the automatic surgical instrument table.

He secretly looked at the time and space constraints on his soul with some distress - just because of this, he had at least advanced the timeline of his return by one thousandth.

"There is no hope at all? Well, maybe this is his life." Elvis operated the robotic arm on the operating table to completely cut open his breastplate, while observing various parameters in the instrument. Prepare yourself for a dangerous surgery.

General anesthesia is not possible, only local anesthesia. Because both the caster and the recipient are himself.

Under this kind of closed repair surgery involving the entire thoracoabdominal cavity, it is undoubtedly a dangerous self-challenge.

Calvin had no ability to help the pharmacist in this regard. He could only use his own expertise to boost Elvis's little will to survive as much as possible.

"It's not all hopeless, but the outcome may not be what you think..." Galvin said.

The white gauntlet reaching for the operating arm stopped hearing the sound. Elvis, who was lying on the bed, turned his head to look at Calvin but did not dare to speak.

He couldn't take any more blows. This young man who took off his helmet but looked like he was in his 20s had experienced too much pain and failure in a short period of time.

He didn't even dare to ask, he could only lock his eyes with a little hope on the white-haired man in front of him. I hope that this man named Primarch, like his fathers and brothers active in myths and epics, can change the impossible in despair.

"I can give him a chance to undergo the Holy Blood Trial."

Calvin said looking at the young pharmacist.

"Use my own blood to try to cover the broken genetic chain in his body. But don't be too optimistic!"

He raised his hand to stop Elvis from sitting up, and then said to him seriously:

"First, the success rate cannot be guaranteed. I can only tell you that the original Gray Knights are from the Sons of the Legion just like you. They have all undergone such genetic modification, replacing the original gene seeds and ushering in their own new life.

Second, even if he could withstand the genetic replacement in his body, it would no longer be your chapter leader who wakes up. From now on he will be, and can only be, a Gray Knight. "

"I have no objection."

Elvis listened carefully to Calvin's words and then gave his decision:

"It makes no difference which Chapter you belong to if you survive and continue to serve the Emperor."

"There is a difference."

Calvin wanted to indulge his good intentions, but there were some things he had to say clearly enough to handle the matter from beginning to end without leaving any regrets.

"There is a difference. You may have heard of us, but you will never understand our existence, right?"

Elvis blinked to indicate he was listening.

He looked at the solemn-looking Calvin in front of him, knowing that this kind of rescue would come at a price; but when this price was actually spoken by Calvin, his heart felt as heavy and dark as falling into an invisible abyss. …

"Our army was founded by the Emperor himself, and our gene-seed comes directly from the Emperor himself.

This is a great honor and a great mission!

We have only one responsibility in our lives, which is to fight an eternal war against Chaos on behalf of the entire human race!

As a warrior competing against Chaos, he cannot have any human weaknesses, and naturally he cannot have any memories of the mortal era.

Therefore, everyone who becomes a Gray Knight will give up all their memories and past as a mortal and become a new, clean soul. "

The medical room suddenly became quiet.

Elvis blinked violently, and finally simply closed his eyes tightly to persuade himself to accept the reality of what he heard.

Calvin had finished speaking most of his words, but in order not to leave any regrets, he had to turn his voice into the sharpest sword and stab the young man in front of him who had just gained a little hope.

"Like him, you will accept my memory cleansing. From now on, he will always forget you and your brother; and you will never know that he existed in your life."

"Stop talking! Please! Stop talking!"

Elvis' closed eyes did not open, but crystal tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes.

"go a head."

After waiting for a long time, Calvin finally heard his voice from Elvis' mouth.

He saw the young child looking aimlessly at the lead-gray ceiling of the medical room, and then gently waved his hand to Calvin.

Calvin nodded, turned around and walked out. Elvis's voice could still be faintly heard behind him.

"I've already lost him anyway, haven't I..."

Outside the medical room separated by a wall is the battlefield where several people just fought.

Calvin looked at the strong man in front of him who had just regained consciousness and repeated the conversation he had just had with Elvis.

"I can still live to fight, right?"

Gabriel's experience as a Chapter Leader made him much more aware of the cruel reality.

He did not ask for more conditions, but asked straightforwardly about his core demands.

"Yes, if you can survive the risk of genetic recombination, you can stand up completely and continue fighting." Calvin affirmed.

"You promised that the seeds of the war group will be purified by you, and the flag of the Fiery Eagle will be handed over to Elvis to continue to exist?" Gabriel asked again.

This was his last wish. He hoped that the war group that stood up and fought under the Emperor's flag again would still be the one he was familiar with, not just a cover for a certain war group.

"I promise, and I will always promise." Calvin replied again affirmatively.

He had no intention of encroaching on the quotas of other war groups, which was not in line with his creed.

In Calvin's eyes, interests are like the old saying in his hometown: you can only take it directly, not in a roundabout way.

Under the temptation of power and interests, if you give up your principles once, there will only be countless times.

This kind of spiritual corruption is not as fierce as desire in destroying personality, but it is more hidden and difficult to prevent.

All Grey Knights know this truth clearly. As the original master of the Grey Knights, Calvin naturally understands this truth thoroughly after two lives of rich experience, and takes it as a warning and guards against it for life.

Moreover, even if we take a step back, the Grey Knights themselves have a special significance in the Imperial Armed Forces, and from the beginning they were not within the jurisdiction of the infamous Codex Astartes.

The High Lords Council only has the basic right to know about their existence, except for cooperation.

So in terms of the actual number of legion quotas, Calvin still thinks that his own warriors are too few, and as for other warbands, he has no desire to occupy them at all.

"Then let's start..."

Gabriel did not go into the room inside to say goodbye to Elvis, he knew that such behavior would be meaningless in the years of forgetting each other.

So he found a room in the medical room, and under the supervision of medical instruments, he and Calvin began this cruel trial of directly enduring the blood of the original body, bypassing the gentle evolution of the gene seed.

The transformation began with the injection of Calvin's blood.

This tube of blood was not large, but it was obviously different from Calvin's usual blood, which was mixed with gold, which was the embodiment of his latest cell evolution.

Under the gaze of the two, this tube of blood was injected into Gabriel's heart by the mechanical arm.

Then, as expected, a violent erosion reaction soon appeared, and Gabriel had already fallen into a coma before his body temperature rose for the first time.

"It depends on you." Calvin said in his heart.

His psychic power was suppressing the reaction in Gabriel's body throughout the whole process. Whether it was Calvin's own cells or Gabriel's cells that were swallowed and covered, their activity was reduced to the minimum under his deliberate suppression.

This was all he could do for Gabriel, and the rest depended on his own will to survive.

The unconscious Gabriel was put into the prepared life support capsule. There were not many supplies left around, but it was enough for him alone.

Calvin also took time to leave and went to Elvis' room to move him into the life support capsule.

When using psychic power to clear the memory of the unconscious young man, he inadvertently saw transparent water in the light green nutrient solution flowing out of the corner of his eyes, and then it was assimilated into the green ocean...

Five days passed in a flash.

Gabriel was the first to climb through the dangerous transformation process with difficulty under the care of Calvin's psychic power. The cells in his body tried to fight back countless times to resist the genetic erasure of the outsiders.

But under the gene coverage obtained by Calvin from the Emperor himself, all their attempts were effectively resolved one by one within the map of the sacred gene.

His own will acted as a flame in the middle. While insisting on his own existence, it also bought enough time for the rebirth of the first batch of his own cells under the catalysis of the "holy blood".

Gabriel, the former commander of the Flaming Eagles.

Now named Allen Janus by Calvin.

The first half of the name symbolizes his fate-a lonely person; the second half of the surname is derived from the name of the first supreme mentor of the Grey Knights, symbolizing the transformation he and the mentor experienced.

When Elvis regained consciousness later.

His injuries healed very quickly under surgical treatment. The reason why it took a full 5 days was mostly the time for the memory to be cleaned and reorganized.

The memory of the regiment has been permanently changed in his mind, and his commander died in the initial rebellion. And Calvin and his followers are the ones who saved his life.

The monitoring equipment outside the life support cabin was whistling softly, which was a reminder of the fluctuation of brain waves and heart rate.

Calvin and the newborn Grey Knight stood outside the life support cabin and watched the green amniotic fluid in the tank slowly fade away.

Elvis' pale body, which had been soaked in liquid for a long time, was falling down weakly. When he struggled to walk out of the life support cabin like amniotic fluid, he instinctively looked at the silent figure standing behind Calvin at first sight.

"You are..."

Elvis hesitated a little, he wondered where he had seen this Grey Knight. But the loss of memory finally made him forget the existence of this person.

"Let's go, everything here is temporarily sealed. Until you can control them again." Calvin said to Elvis.

The three silently collected the bodies of the Astartes in the battleship.

When all the bodies were dealt with and the damaged and intact power armors were recycled and stored, they went to the bridge and slowly shut down the main power source of the entire battle barge under the authority of Elvis, the last member of the battle group.

The lights on the warships began to go out one by one, leaving only a bright lamp hanging at the feet of the emperor's holy statue in the church.

The servo fell silent, the circulation system was reduced to the lowest power, and only the most basic maintenance function was retained.

It was exactly 7 days since Calvin came. The three left the warship and walked in the direction he came from under Calvin's leadership.

The temporary camp more than ten kilometers away was quiet at this time. The first lieutenant Mars's calmness was the last guarantee of the morale of the soldiers in the camp.

But he was not as calm as he seemed.

This was the last day of Calvin's agreed return time, and it was also the last day of his mental defense line.

After today, he could only lead the team back according to Calvin's order. But what to do after returning, he was at a loss.

The scale of the tribe is no longer what it used to be. The huge staff and the population in the ruling area are consuming a huge amount of resources every moment.

Relying on the same operating mechanism as the legion left by Calvin, Mars knew that this behemoth could still operate by inertia.

But the premise of all this is that no accidents can happen.

If there is any major event other than the record, Mars and other high-ranking military holders will not be able to control this unprecedented steel behemoth.

There are very few intellectuals in the tribe, so the management uniform is relatively simple and rough. As for the central data statistics and classification, it is something that only Calvin can do.

He has popularized primary education for this situation, but the talent cultivation cycle is fixed.

Before the new generation completely takes over the management of the tribe, the grassroots' ability to process data is not good.

The central core data processing and feedback to the local model is a last resort, and Calvin can do this, and only Calvin can do it.

The sun in the sky has been tilted, and there is no echo in the distant woods.

Mars sat steadily in the central main tent, but his son, Little Mar, could already read some panic from his father's breathing frequency.

This was further confirmed by the sweat stains he saw on the temples of old Mars when he brought in water later.

"The leader's safety is threatened!" With this thought in mind, little Mal's movements were inevitably stiff:

The veins on the back of his hand, which had been practicing martial arts for many years, bulged, but he was forced to suppress them. Just as he packed up the cups and prepared to get up and leave, old Mars pressed the back of his hand.

Little Mal raised his neck stiffly, and the eyes of the father and son collided in the quiet tent.

Mars, knowing that the fate of the people in the entire northern land depended on him, didn't care about much. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind:

"The army's morale must not be disturbed! The north must not be in chaos!"

Silent murderous intent emanated from Mars, and little Mal, who was closest, was the first to notice it.

He looked at his father's narrowed eyes and the clenched knife handle in his hand, and read a clear and murderous threat from it:

"Little brat, watch your mouth. If you dare to disturb my army's morale, you must know that I recognize you, but not the knife!"

Cold sweat flowed from little Mal's temples and slid down his cheeks. The itchy skin made him want to scratch it, but at this moment, he dared not move.

Others did not know that he knew his father too well. This man with great ambitions since childhood was a typical man with high aspirations but low skills in the eyes of Mal's grandfather, but since he followed the leader, his whole person seemed to have been sublimated.

In the eyes of outsiders, this guard leader and first adjutant who always stayed behind the leader was old-fashioned and never smiled.

In his eyes, this man called father was really impressed by Calvin's strategy and pattern, and he did not think of himself as a person in his heart.

Instead, he was a wolf pack that was in charge of and shouldered the fate of countless people in the entire Northland under the leader's Sulu Ding.

His father really dared to kill his son for military affairs to establish his authority!

Just when the atmosphere in the main tent was so tense that the fixed-point little Mal almost closed his eyes and died, Calvin's long-lost voice made little Mal feel like he had found a treasure. The murderous intent in the entire tent also disappeared and melted in understatement.

His figure reappeared in the main tent, ignoring the two extra people behind him. Calvin's appearance not only saved little Mal, but also comforted Mars's worried heart for the past few days:

"Hey! After seven days, Mars, you have grown up. Come and tell me, what drama are you performing?"

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