Chapter 252: Choice and Destruction-Like Opening

War is like a cup of freshly brewed strong wine. The stimulation of blood and fire makes every person who is lucky enough to drink it unforgettable for a lifetime;

But no matter whether it is a mortal or a hero, the deep impression of it is limited to the first cup of wine in the mouth.

Against the background of the cold black deep space, Calvin stood in the platinum dome hall of the Soul Redeemer for a long time.

The incident spectrum of the light-sensitive crystal on the porthole was deliberately adjusted, making the firelight on the atmosphere of the distant Storm planet also appear soft.

"What is your impression of them?"

Calvin did not look back and asked a question without a beginning or an end.

The curtains made of silver brocade meandered down from the window several meters high, like a metal waterfall fixed by time, and finally flowed at the feet of this silver giant.

"A tyrannical life, a disaster for all living beings in the galaxy."

Alan lowered his head and thought for a while, and answered the test from the father of genes seriously.

"Is that all?"

The owner of the voice seemed to have entrusted his spirit to the starlight outside the window, leaving only his body and voice here.

"And their special culture or...spiritual essence"

Speaking of this, Allen recalled the scene of fighting with the orcs:

These tyrannical and cunning races, from the bones overflow with the characteristics of tyranny and cruelty.

And these inhuman characteristics have nothing to do with the environment in which they grew up, they can only come from their genetic level, or deeper.

"So, you believe that they are intelligent, right? Just like the feeling after our spirit collides with them, their spirit is also real."

"What do you want to express?" Allen raised his head and looked at Calvin's back.

"It was you who gave us life, and you taught us to be loyal to the emperor."

"It was me." Calvin admitted.

"But now you admit the existence of their beliefs?"

The 3-meter-tall silver-armored giant couldn't help but step forward, and was immediately frightened by the offense to his creator.

"This is not contradictory," Calvin replied.

"But this means that you also recognize the existence of their gods."

Alan asked stubbornly.

"Yes. I don't deny their existence. Just like we must admit that we are only the heirs of this galaxy, not the creators."

Calvin retracted his gaze from the window, looked at the eldest son in front of him, and told his thoughts to the young Grey Knight.

"We were born from the Emperor's last gift to mankind.

We are mankind's struggle against the real existence in this universe.

We dare to face any cruel reality.

We should also become the blade that cuts other gods under the belief in the Emperor."

Alan knelt down slowly, and his burly body expressed his respect to Calvin with the most pious Sky Eagle Salute.

"As you think, it is what we wish."

Calvin smiled, and this unique internal discussion came to an end:

"Look, we did not deceive ourselves, stubbornly blind ourselves with lies, and were unwilling to face reality.

Only on the contrary, we clearly know the horror of the enemy, but we are still willing to face them.

And only such true courage is enough to complete the mission given to us by the Emperor.

We have never been afraid, even if the road ahead is dim;

We have never been confused, even if the road is long and difficult.

This is the meaning of our existence."

Calvin's eyes became distant again, and in the collision with the orcs' will, the two giant statues projected in the subspace with no end in sight appeared in his mind again.

Tyrannical and cunning, cunning and tyrannical.

Haha. Calvin laughed and clenched the warhammer in his hand.

Let fate decide, decide the final ownership of this universe, and decide the fate of the two races, who will go and who will stay.

The battle on the star fortress is still going on, and the offensive against Strom's homeland has begun.

From Calvin's perspective, since humans started the war on the last core of the defense system, their strategic goal has been achieved.

The deployment of the Astra Militarum was not so much a clearing of the orcs there as a temporary silence of the star fortress that could not be avoided on the eve of the attack on Strom's homeland.

The victory or defeat of that city was not worth mentioning to the empire. It was enough to leave it without time to destroy it when the large army was sending forces to the planet's homeland.

The choice before Calvin now had nothing to do with the fate of the star fortress. He was entangled with the whereabouts of the main force of the orcs.

The existence of the battle moon might be like a sword hanging over everyone's head.

The uncertainty it brought made Calvin dare not rashly deploy the main force.

And this conversation with Allen confirmed his inner thoughts.

"Notify Moloch that this attack will be under his command. I'm waiting for his good news in orbit."

"Your will."

Allen accepted Calvin's order and prepared to convey it.

But looking at Calvin's back, he couldn't help asking about the mission of the Grey Knight.

"What about us?"

"We?" Calvin seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be responding to Allen's question:

"We are here, not going anywhere. We are here, waiting for our enemies to arrive."

"Yes!"

After receiving the confirmation, Allen turned and left, passing on this order representing Calvin's strategic judgment.

The Astartes in the assembly hall of the strike fleet had suffered some damage after the previous battle.

But they still stood on the heavy metal floor in groups like a steel jungle.

Calvin's order had arrived. Moloch, who had been resting with his eyes closed, got the news on the communicator. He suddenly stood up with his burly inhuman body and called other warband leaders on standby:

"In the name of the Emperor! The Titans have called! I am responsible for this strike operation.

Listen to my orders!

The strike cruiser orbital bombardment will begin immediately!

Within an hour, I want to see only our artillery fire on the northern hemisphere of Strom!"

Following his order, the gates at the bottom of the orbital warships for the delivery of large bombs and airdrops were opened one by one.

The dense bombs like raindrops were like pieces of dark clouds, falling from space into the atmosphere in pieces!

The weapon array of the cruiser, which had adjusted its shooting posture in advance, was even more busy.

The warheads as big as the locomotives in the macro cannons, which were several meters thick and more than a hundred meters long, were hoisted and loaded.

As the crane matched the rear half of the barrel with the fixed front section on the outside of the warship, the gunners dragged the trigger wires and ran towards the bunkers in the cabin.

When the firing order on the bridge was issued on time, the gunners instantly pulled the triggers of the huge macro cannons and began to bombard the continent of Storm!

The orcs on the ground were like an invisible green tide, and they had already regained their morale from the previous routine fire duty.

In their simple brains, there is only contempt for humans and expectations for war.

When the first round of macro cannon shells caught up with the large bombs that were still falling, and within a few breaths of throwing the former away, the entire continent was occupied by a mushroom cloud filled with iron and fire!

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