Chapter 180 Fleeting Hope and a Meeting Across Time

Different from the impending storm under the surface of calm outside, the galaxy where Calvin is located is still continuing its own construction.

The iron ring belt on the planet's orbit was successfully completed after one year, marking that the large-scale industrial system centered on this planet has entered a mature stage.

Transport ships are being built in batches at slightly smaller berths to make up for the growing appetite for industrial production capacity supported by the billions of people here.

Two star ports have been built again on the surface to strengthen transportation capabilities and better undertake and utilize the resources of surrounding mining planets.

Corresponding to these increasingly perfect systems, the keel of the first battleship has been laid on the iron ring belt.

This is a standard Mars-class battlecruiser that faithfully fulfills the designer's versatile requirements for high-intensity combat in small fleets.

If there is any difference, then the only difference is the psionic amplification array spread across the entire battleship and the psionic annihilation cannon at the bow of the ship that replaces the nova cannon.

The armor on the bottom of the ship has also been specially modified to be able to deliver nearly a thousand airdrop pods at one time, which was also a requirement specifically mentioned by Calvin.

The Watcher class is Constantine's name for this new series of battleships.

As the first battleship to enter service, its name was naturally followed by convention.

Compared with the busyness here, there is a small alien spacecraft stranded secretly in the corner of the galaxy.

"Have you not received the order yet?" On the ornately decorated bridge, a fair-skinned Eldar woman asked her companions.

The emerald green armor on her body is not gorgeous, but it is exquisite beyond human imagination.

There is no excessive decoration except for a few simple gems. But the curved surface of each piece of armor is extremely smooth, and even the chamfers on the edges seem to have been designed, making every gait of this armor when walking become a collectable art.

"The opinions of the prophets are not the same, and discussions take time. Keep your reason Aqua, being angry is harmful to your soul but not beneficial. Anger and calmness are equally important in the way of a warrior."

Another older Eldar calmed the eagerness of his compatriots, but he was actually just as impatient in his heart. He just chose the way of the war minister and was forcibly controlling his emotions out of the requirements of his own path.

This is their curse. Since the birth of their creditor, the entire race has been endowed with sharper perceptions and more extreme emotions.

Living like years in their near-eternal lifespan is no longer a literal description, but a real torture.

Fortunately, with the rise of racial heroes, they regained the means to control their emotions and avoid self-destruction - the way. The warriors and war divisions chosen by these two Eldar tribes are among the largest tribes.

"Why are there disputes? Don't they see the same result?"

Aqua tried to calm down her emotions. After taking a few breaths, she calmed down again and chose to reward herself by satisfying her curiosity.

"Of course it's different. There are always countless possibilities in the future, but the prophets are always looking for the one that is most beneficial to us."

Elder Theresa expressed her thoughts carefully.

The language of elves is like this, always using complex affixes in an attempt to gain more precision. Efficiency had never been a virtue in their long lives, and it remains so now.

"So? We are waiting for the adults' decision. Should we kill the big guy or capture him?"

Aqua drew out her own war blade. Like the helmet she placed on the shelf, it was also her unique symbol as a howling banshee.

She asked her question nonchalantly, but when she turned her head, she inadvertently saw Theresa's ugly expression.

"On the contrary, it is much harder than those. The prophets were discussing how to send him back to where he should go without being noticed by him..."

Calvin was still stationed on the Mechanical Ark. He was so absorbed in his work that he naturally had no chance to understand the troubles of these two aliens.

The things on the Ark were extremely complicated, and naturally there were not a few left for him.

As the de facto imperial governor, except for specific technical issues, all other administrative matters and people's livelihood are within his scope of responsibility.

While he was still working on the documents in his hands, the alarm in the office sounded without warning.

A scarlet alarm flashed on the data board placed on the table, and high-energy fluctuations were detected at the Manzeville Point in the center of the galaxy.

"Come back? Or..."

Calvin stood up and walked towards the porthole. The end of his field of vision was the subspace rift being torn open.

The real universe was torn apart by objects from the subspace. Under the huge energy fluctuations, floating detection beacons throughout the galaxy were screaming.

But this has not stopped yet. The higher index has exceeded the alarm line of the instrument, proving that the huge size of the visitor far exceeds the specifications of ordinary battleships.

The production of the St. Chris has been urgently stopped, and the turrets densely packed around it like hedgehogs have come out of hiding.

Under the control of the servo, they greedily absorb the energy flow in the pipeline. High-energy fluctuations gather on the muzzle and are accurately pointed in the direction of the subspace breach.

Buzz!

After a burst of dazzling light, the huge body of the Raptor King Planet Fortress broke through the light mist and appeared in everyone's eyes.

This fortress, armed to the teeth, was also fierce. The muzzles of a large number of macro cannons and nova cannons were in critical state. Only after confirming the safety here and the clear imperial mark on the galaxy, did they slowly retract them.

At the same time, the Ark had just received a message from the astropath belonging to this interstellar fortress.

"Dear Grey Knight, Lord Calvin. Our Fiery Eagles, with our friendly Astartes Fire Eagles, have come as promised!"

When the newcomers took the lead in putting away their weapons to show their sincerity, the defense of the galaxy was slowly withdrawn.

The tense confrontation lasted less than three minutes from the appearance of the fortress. Under the prying eyes of the Eldar, both sides confirmed their loyal positions from the telegram.

"You, are the Grey Knights who claim to be able to solve our problems?"

In the connected video signal, Adelaide examined Calvin on the other side of the screen.

Although a lot of information has been seen from the height comparison between Calvin and Alan behind him.

But for the sake of caution, he was still unwilling to directly acknowledge the other party's identity.

As the head of the chapter, he had a heavy responsibility and had to be careful with his words and actions.

Once some words were spoken, it was equivalent to endorsing others with his entire chapter. His life was no more than that, so he could not help but call Calvin in an imprudent and awkward way.

Fortunately, Calvin did not mind his offense, but directly proposed to take the initiative to go to the other party's fortress for negotiation.

The atmosphere between the two sides became relaxed under his concession, and basic trust between each other began to be established.

Just as the meeting under the "three-party witness" was about to be concluded, the Manzeville point behind the interstellar fortress lit up again.

The flagships of the Minotaur and Lamenters Chapter once again tore through the barrier of the warp, and they came together with each other's surprised expressions!

"Change place?"

"Change place?"

The two people on the screen proposed at the same time, and then saw the sophisticated side in each other's eyes.

The original bilateral talks were obviously no longer realistic, but from the perspectives of Calvin and Adelaide, they were both worried that the other party would worry that the latecomer was their ally.

The original mutual trust had become a bubble at this time. If the talks were to continue, finding a neutral place would become a top priority.

"Haha, let's change places!"

"Haha, let's change places!"

The two said in unison again, and then they decided to meet at an outpost on the edge of the galaxy in a communication meeting of the two regiments later.

It was half a day before they met again.

Calvin took Alan to the outpost on a small frigate, and the leaders of the three regiments on it had been waiting for a long time.

The outpost did not have the design requirements for large warships to stay, and only had a simple helipad for landing.

Out of respect for Calvin's possible identity, the three high-ranking members of the regiment still stood on the helipad of the outpost with their guards and waited.

Due to the threat of mutation, the three people found it difficult to trust each other. Before Calvin arrived, mutual defense became the short-term main theme here.

With the entry of the Thunder Eagle, the leaders of the regiment raised their spirits, and this mood reached a climax when Calvin's figure officially appeared.

"The Emperor bless you!"

The captain of the Lamenters took the lead in kneeling on one knee.

Some things are destined to be difficult to fake, such as the natural suppression of the Primarchs on the Astartes, and Calvin's huge height of nearly 3.3 meters.

"The Emperor bless you!" The captain of the Minotaur, Moloch, and the captain of the Fire Eagles, Adelaide, also knelt together to show respect for the Primarch they had never seen.

"Stand up. There is no blood relationship between us, and you don't need to respect me."

Calvin's voice rang from their ears. The divine soul that was different from other Primarchs made these captains feel another kind of pressure:

It was an agitation that had nothing to do with blood, and a shock to the soul alone.

"Excuse me, although you are standing in front of us, my reason still tells me that I should ask you why I have never heard of your existence in the history of the Empire!"

Adelaide struggled to speak out his question. He felt that if he didn't say it at this time, he might not have the courage to say it again.

The other two veterans also stared at Calvin and Alan behind him. The will in their eyes showed that if Calvin could not answer, they would fight him to death here.

"I am not from the past!" Calvin thought for a moment, and then said to the four people present.

After he said this sentence with a huge amount of information, not only the three veterans, but also Alan Janus behind him looked at him in shock.

"Not the past? That's the future?" Alan murmured.

This perfectly explains why Calvin never mentioned other brothers, but it brings more questions.

If he came from the future, who gave him birth? Could it be that the Emperor stood up from the throne again in the future?

Looking at the eyes of the four people, Calvin understood their thoughts, and he shook his head to deny their hopes:

"I came from an encounter with the Emperor..." In the eyes of the four people who were incredulous, Calvin recalled the story of his initial birth, and picked out the parts that could be told to them one by one...

"In short, I returned to this era by such an accident." Calvin said to Alan and the three veterans.

"Where's the evidence?" Although she had already believed most of it, the experienced Adelaide still asked Calvin the last question according to her own logic.

"As you said, you are the Primarch of the Grey Knights. We have heard of this chapter, but we don't know much about it. But according to your description, your genes come directly from the Emperor? Am I wrong in my understanding?"

"Indeed." Calvin nodded to confirm.

"Then according to this logic, can I think that your genes have different emphases from your brothers, and are the most complete ones?"

Since the words were open, Adelaide simply didn't hesitate to talk about these topics that shouldn't be discussed by them.

"...You can think so." This question also touched Calvin's blind spot. He had never thought about the problem from this angle.

"That is to say, if what you said is true, all three of us present can see our own Astartes universal gene fragments in you?"

As he spoke, the veteran of the regiment who had served for 600 years finally revealed his trump card and took out a simple gene detector from his back...

And Calvin, who had come to his senses, was also touched by the veteran's caution.

"Excuse me, please!"

This was Adelaide's last struggle...

He handed over the instrument with both hands and made a final request to the person in front of him who brought hope to him and the other two.

In the expectant eyes of the three people, Calvin stretched out his fingers with a smile and squeezed his blood into the instrument in front of the three people.

The samples of the three people were then collected, and this large-scale "blood recognition" was successfully concluded under the green indicator light of the instrument.

"Please forgive our offense!" This was the reaction of the three people afterwards, and Calvin also understood the difficulties and did not embarrass himself.

The issues involved were too critical, and Calvin's origins were so bizarre.

It was a pleasant surprise for Calvin to be able to gain their trust so easily.

He had even prepared for the worst and contacted the Inquisition. But once the matter was handed over to these people who would rather kill the wrong person than let him go, the direction of the matter would be completely out of control...

"Get up, let's hurry up and solve your problem."

"Your will!" The three of them stood up after performing the Sky Eagle Salute. Moloch, who was the most impatient among them, proposed to Calvin directly:

"You shouldn't waste time here for us! You should return to Terra and bring hope to more people!"

"...I can't do it." Calvin touched his nose and said with some regret.

"What are you worried about?" Allen finally couldn't help his doubts and asked his gene father.

"Yeah? What are you worried about? As long as you are willing, we are all honored to be your weapons and kill all the disloyal people! We are also willing to be your strong shield to protect you to return to Terra safely!" The captain of the Weepers also asked puzzledly.

"I... don't have much time." Facing the puzzled and worried eyes of the crowd, Calvin told them the secret of the time and space shackles on his body.

He even cautiously stirred up his spiritual energy once, and after the silver space-time power like a chain on it lit up, he said to these people:

"As you can see, the time I stay here has entered the countdown. When this chain is completely broken, it will be the time for me to return. Time is running out, you must cherish it."

"This..." The four people were strangled by the cruel reality and could not say another word.

Reality is so cruel that precious hope was cruelly extinguished just after it bloomed a little bit of light.

"Is there no way at all?" Adelaide asked.

"No." Calvin replied, and his eyes were heavy when he looked at everyone.

How precious are these warriors who have overcome difficulties and obstacles and given him sincerity!

But he can't stay here, nor can he take them away. This meeting is the only time they meet in this life, and after that he can only find their existence in history books...

"Let's go! Under the witness of the Emperor, let us cherish the present."

"Your will!" Three different voices, but equally disappointed, responded to Calvin's order.

The appearance of the new Primarch surprised them, which meant the hope of the empire;

But the subsequent departure made these warriors feel indescribably depressed.

They also understood that the communication between them might be limited to this time, after all, 3000 years was a long distance that they were destined not to cross.

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