Chapter 266 Planning and Ending

"Kill the false emperor! Cleanse the galaxy!"

The giant in the brass armor let out a deafening roar, and swung the blood-red and brass-embellished battle ax vigorously.

The red eyepiece on the ferocious brass helmet was shining, and wherever the heavy footsteps passed, the thick steel plates groaned.

Facing this terror was another equally tall silver-armored giant.

The distance of tens of meters was approaching in an instant, and the warrior's breathing rate did not even fluctuate. His slow but graceful defensive movements showed that he chose to face this terrifying impact head-on.

The right hand holding the shield slowly released and threw down the heavy shield. The moment the long and narrow sword hilt was held by both hands, a silver reverse cassock rose from the giant's feet!

boom!

The battle ax clashed with the sharp blade, and the wildly rotating gears bit into the equally strong blade.

The two subconsciously pressed their weight forward, and felt the proximity of each other's strength in the groans of the floor beneath their feet.

The two figures who instantly switched attacks were reduced to afterimages in the eyes of mortals. The high-speed friction between the blade of the weapon and the armor caused sparks to appear.

The rhythm of the battle switched back and forth between the two men in a fast and slow way. The battle ax and the heavy sword were swung out into heavy afterimages, and they overlapped into static pictures during the occasional wrestling.

Three breaths, this is the true combat rhythm of cold weapon melee combat.

The physical quality, experience and physical talent brought by training are fully amplified at this moment, and any slight defect among the three will cause the weak to have their head taken away in an instant.

Three breaths is what can be called a long time in most real battles. In real fights, there is never any fairness after human intervention.

However, this battle is an exception. The gladiatorial fight in the iron cage is not a fight on the battlefield. The carefully selected targets are not only for targeted training of the target's skills, but also for certain research purposes.

Both sides fighting with all their strength were panting hard, and Superman's lungs were expanding violently to extract oxygen from the air.

Both of them confirmed the rare closeness of each other's strength in a few seconds of fighting. Since they could not complete a crushing kill, the battle was about to turn into a long confrontation.

This is not what they want, neither the choosers nor the chosen.

The two people pulled back in unison, gasping to regain their strength while creating enough space for the next thunderous strike.

die!

The golden-red figure erupted again, its arms as thick as a human waist wielding a tomahawk weighing a hundred pounds as light as a weight, and suddenly launched an offensive at the end of the breathing adjustment.

The silver-armored giant frowned as he looked at the oncoming attack. The momentum was even stronger than at the beginning, which was obviously the result of deliberate concealment.

From a tactical point of view, he did successfully interrupt his breathing rhythm, but to say that the Gray Knight only has this skill would be to underestimate his accumulation.

The epee was once again held by both hands at the critical moment, with the giant's whole body's strength concentrated in his hands in a chest-upright posture.

At the last moment, he did not retreat but moved forward. At the same time, he strode forward and charged the epee instantly. He reached forward with both hands and folded his wrists to exert force, sending a precise and powerful thunderous strike forward.

drink!

The battle ax passed over the low-down helmet of the silver-armored giant, and finally fell down weakly after rubbing against the upper end of the shoulder armor;

The opponent's epee thrust forward and hit the power armor's neck leaf, chopping in a small area to separate the head and neck it was guarding.

The battle was over. The tall silver-armored giant looked at the headless corpse that was slowly kneeling in front of him, and slowly regained his posture.

Severe breathing was the only source of sound in the cage, and even the crowd of spectators outside the cage remained eerily quiet.

Of course, this is just an appearance. The real cheers and appreciation do not rely on the air to spread. The obscure psychic fluctuations among the giants gathered in the hall are their home field.

"A clean sword! But there is an element of risk involved."

This is what the team's arbiter said about Calvin.

"The explosive power of dual-wielding weapons is commendable, but I still think your shield and sword skills are more reliable."

This is affirmation from battle brother Boris.

More comments appeared in an orderly manner in the psychic channel, and the protagonist of the battle took off his sweaty helmet after a fierce battle.

"Okay, I understand your opinion."

The young figure raised his hands and opened them to his comrades to indicate that the talk of battle was over.

While confirming the results of this training with the servitor beside him, he complained countless times in the psychic channel:

"In the name of the Emperor and Titan, I accept your advice, but please note, please call me Ser Sutherland, and don't call me Calvin again!"

"Okay, little Calvin!"

It is obviously not the first time that the comrades have encountered this scene, and the speed of their responses shows their persistence and proficiency in this topic.

There is some rare joy in the training ground other than iron and blood, but the price is a young man who is worried about his name...

This is the Titan home planet located near Holy Terra, thousands of meters deep underground, the Gray Knights' training ground dedicated to actual combat simulations.

Most of the prisoners of the Inquisition and the Gray Knights who were out fighting were here. In addition to waiting for their destined death as atonement, they laid the foundation for the growth of the new Gray Knights, which is where the little remaining value of these traitors lies.

Due to the excellent bloodline of some beings, the originally expected 50-year cultivation cycle on Titan's home planet was greatly advanced.

The super-planned growth of gene seeds and attached superhuman organs made the pharmacists feel happy about the increase in the number of members of the war group while bearing unexpected work pressure.

The first batch of Calvin's sons cultivated on Titan were born five years ahead of schedule under such a background.

In the first list of 100 people, except for two unfortunate people who could not inherit Calvin's bloodline and were burned to ashes, the remaining 98 seeds successfully survived the Holy Blood Trial.

Chief Grand Master Walden stood on the high corridor of the training ground, accompanied by Mars, the leader of the Purifiers.

"How much of this batch of materials is left?"

Walden did not wear a helmet, and the huge Holy Shield Terminator power armor was full of complex and exquisite inscriptions and engravings.

The holy prayers written with fine gold as pen and saints' ashes as ink were written on parchment under the pure seals, and finally melted and fixed on the arc surface of the silver-black shoulder armor engraved with runes.

Under this cold and sacred armor, his old face looked quite abrupt, like a messenger of God pierced by divinity and steel, retaining a little human soul in the sacredness.

"Fifty-six, counting the one that was just "used", there are still fifty-five."

High-level Purifier Mars answered his brother's inquiry in a low voice. In his pure and ardent belief, these traitors who joined the Chaos were no longer qualified to be human, and were only worthy of being counted as "only" to describe demons and beasts.

The two high-ranking members of the war group did not care about their lives.

In the eyes of Mars, the Lord of Purification, the chief mentor's concern for the recruits was unnecessary, and it was obvious that there was another purpose.

Apart from the slightly immature combat skills of these recruits, the only thing that could attract the attention of the high-ranking members of the war group was the origin of these "training materials".

As he expected, the topic of the Grand Master Walden's mouth was also extended along the spoils from Orpheus.

"The war there should have ended."

"Yes, according to the existing intelligence, it should be so."

"This is a great victory of the Empire over Chaos and Aliens."

Walden confirmed again, but Mars did not see the joy in his eyes.

"Depending on the Emperor's blessing, yes." He replied in a low voice, waiting for Walden to express his concerns.

"A great victory must be accompanied by a feast of spoils."

Walden turned his eyes to the direction of the Storm Star Region and said the problem he was most worried about.

"And as a leader with a heavy mission, he must learn to separate himself from a pure soldier."

"…………Yes"

Mars was silent for a long time, but finally admitted this reality that he did not like.

Faith is so pure in his eyes, but the contradictions in reality cannot be solved simply by faith.

His voice became difficult. When such a matter beyond his ability was placed in front of him, he could only give absolute trust in the Emperor's vision.

"This is his mission, and it is also a field that we cannot touch."

"Yes... This is all we can do to help him..."

Walden sighed softly, and his voice echoed heavily among the sacred sculptures in the corridors of the ancient Titan Monastery.

People only pay attention to what they care about. This is not nonsense, but a sad statement.

Mortals are entangled in whether their faith in the Emperor is pure, because this is the only straw they can grasp when facing endless darkness;

Space Marines are persistent in dedicating their bravery to gain the meaning of their lives;

They can all place their troubles and confusions on faith, and focus on completing their own missions without worrying about the fate of the entire human race.

But the Primarchs are different, they don't have this luck.

These demigods, who are second only to the Emperor himself in the imperial power hierarchy, have been very clear in the eyes of the Emperor since their birth.

They also have different personalities and souls, but they did not choose to participate in the grand cause of the Great Crusade under mandatory orders as soon as they were found.

Noble blood and powerful abilities bring an inherently heavy mission, so that how many of them are truly devoted to the Emperor's cause;

How many of them are truly willing to participate in the Emperor's grand vision from the bottom of their hearts has become a mystery in the history of the Empire that may never be known.

But Calvin does not have this distress, or at this moment he can understand the situation of his brothers in a sense:

The complicated administrative documents are endless like the ocean. Even if he handles the batch in front of him, there are more waiting for his review.

After the war, Orpheus is in ruins, and two large star regions are also beginning to be rebuilt;

The soldiers who have made meritorious contributions in the war need rewards that match their bravery;

The allies who generously donate when Calvin is short of resources also need corresponding remuneration.

He is so busy that he has no chance to think about the meaning of being busy;

He is too tired. After dozens of days of high-intensity work, there is almost no rest time. Even a strong demigod will eventually be exhausted.

"Change the candles here. I will continue my work here after lunch break."

Calvin told the servo skull floating behind him what he needed, then stretched his body and walked out of the office door.

The two Grey Knights of the guards held their halberds in the middle and saluted him as the door opened.

The bureaucrats and department representatives waiting for an interview in the corridor also knelt in two rows as soon as they saw him.

Calvin nodded and continued to walk out.

His adjutant Allen, who followed behind him, was still confirming his next itinerary:

"You only have one hour to rest. The representatives of the star fleet are waiting for your interview. The fleet of the Reza Forge World is also about to return. You need to bid a final farewell."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Calvin raised his hand to stop the adjutant's report, and instead focused his limited energy on the direction he was concerned about:

"How is the progress of the Titan II project?

Where are the experimental samples I want?

Have the training materials sent to Titan been delivered?

When will the nearest recruits arrive in the Storm Star Region?"

A rain of questions rushed towards Allen, but fortunately, none of them could stump this excellent officer who worked hard.

Allen briefly recalled the list of information he had noted, and then gave the relevant information progress:

"The laboratory on Titan II is almost completed, waiting for the choir to perform the final prayer ceremony;

The "Slaveholder" experimental sample has departed from Caliss and should have arrived near Sepra Mundi;

The training progress of the recruits is normal. According to the information fed back from Titan, the first batch of 98 members have good training feedback and are expected to arrive at Titan II within the year to strengthen the guard force there."

Calvin stopped and looked back at the diligent child.

"Well... who is responsible for the protection of the experimental samples?

I heard that the Eye of Terror has been restless recently.

The number of these samples is too small. Once lost, there is almost no alternative."

"The Slanderers have taken over this job. The nearest team has met with the Inquisition personnel, and there should be no accidents."

Alan replied. These were all problems he had thought of in advance, and he had prepared corresponding plans when dealing with them.

"Very good, you did a good job."

Calvin no longer concealed his praise for Allen's work, turned his head and patted him on the shoulder.

The latter's power armor is extremely simple. In addition to the holy sword logo on the chest armor where the holy book is stored, there is only the decoration of the Battle of Orpheus on the shield on the left shoulder.

This gap in qualifications is a common feature of the sons of Calvin, and it is also the proof of their lack of honor as the new generation of Grey Knights.

But this is not important in Calvin's eyes. Qualifications are only one of the ways to prove ability and loyalty, but not the only one.

Moreover, under his leadership, he has absolute confidence that these gaps will be filled one by one in the days to come.

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