Chapter 161: Nighttime Talks and Mushroom Planting

"The palace?"

Nicholas fell into his own memories. Apparently, there were too many things worth remembering in this place that occupied most of his life.

Whether it was participating in the selection with his twin brothers when he left home at a young age, or the difficult path to find himself in the throne room.

Whether it was the cold wind and lonely bonfire in the blood game on the plateau, or the guard duty outside the Tower of Hegemony year after year.

Compared with the life after becoming the Emperor's Hand, the memory of life in the noble family in his childhood seemed so frivolous.

Whenever Nicholas recalled, he felt unreal, except for his brother...

But brother? He also forgot what he looked like, and didn't even remember his name.

Whenever he touched this place in the ribbon-like continuous memory, the sharp fracture on it was like someone cut it with a sword, making him feel painful.

Is a broken soul like him worthy of wearing this sacred golden armor?

He asked his superior, the commander of the imperial guards who initially confirmed his qualifications, Trajan, more than once.

The latter's answer always puzzled him:

"You have hidden power that you don't even know. Since the Emperor has chosen you, please believe in the Emperor when you don't believe in yourself."

When the answer to a question is too simple, it may also mean the pain of the answering process.

Nicholas led the team through the palace city more than once. When he saw the palace that truly belonged to the owner from afar, he also thought:

If he was lucky enough to be on duty in that palace one day, would he be unable to resist usurping the right path and ask that person about the meaning of his existence?

There is no answer to this question for the time being, and now as he is getting farther and farther away from the palace, it is even more impossible to talk about it.

"What are you thinking about?"

Calvin's voice seemed to have passed through time and pulled him out of his memories.

"I'm trying to organize my thoughts to describe the glory and greatness there for you."

Nicholas lowered his head and missed Calvin's sight, answering the other party's question.

His expression could not be seen under the gilded helmet, but the atmosphere in the air made Calvin know that he had touched some memories of the royal envoy.

He had no intention of pursuing the matter, so he did not continue the topic.

The conversation with the imperial guard was more of an inquiry into their existence than curiosity.

Inquiring into their roles in the key moments of the empire's fate over the past eight thousand years, in order to determine his attitude towards them.

Unfortunately, these closest relatives hid themselves very well, and Calvin could only get a glimpse of them through occasional fragments in the many materials in the imperial history.

"What do you think of this pollution?"

The hidden inquiry in daily communication did not produce any results, so Calvin decided to change the topic and turn the two people's attention to the matter at hand.

"It's hard to confirm the meaning of it. It's more like an accident than a conspiracy."

Nicholas replied after a brief thought.

This was also Calvin's idea, because he really couldn't understand what strategic value there was in the pollution of Necromunda.

But if it was regarded as an accident, it could be explained.

After all, if there had not been this accident, the ship carrying the disease and pollution should have just left the Eye of the Moon and arrived on the moon above Terra. That would be a truly terrible future.

But can this disease alone really cause any serious damage to Terra?

Calvin is not optimistic, so this should be just one of the countless conspiracies against the Empire, and other plots and infiltrations should still be hidden in the dark.

Calvin has already reached a similar conclusion within the Grey Knights, and the warning to Terra has been solemnly raised to the mother planet Titan.

Calvin has done everything he can here, and the only thing left is to return to the Storm Star Region to deal with the source of pollution on the Orpheus side.

"It's really a troubled time..."

Calvin sighed as he looked at the war data about Orpheus that had lasted for nearly a hundred years.

The Storm Star Region itself is one of the main battlefields of the Empire against the aliens, and Orpheus should have been a stable rear on this battlefield.

Now, it is not only the invasion of orcs and pirates that has caused the Imperial Army to retreat again and again on the front line centered on Orpheus, but even Chaos has also intervened here. The originally complicated situation here is really a headache.

Calvin shook his head. Under the dim candlelight, the portrait of the Emperor behind him was still sacred and noble. At the large table, only two people were preparing again...

On the 30th day of the warp voyage, the rescue fleet led by the Indomitable Will arrived at the Feldman system in a dusty journey.

Elder Richelieu, who had already prepared everything, did not disappoint Calvin. The Supreme Decree and two fully staffed Grey Knight strike teams that came to support nearby, totaling 40 people, were already on standby, waiting for his arrival.

The war was urgent, and Calvin could not stay for long.

After leaving the Purifiers on Titan II, Galvin boarded the battleship Supreme Decree with a battleship, a small fleet of four strike cruisers, a total of 102 Grey Knights (including members of the Honor Guard), and the entire Tindalos Legion of 2 million active soldiers, and disappeared again at Manzeville Point in the Feldman System.

The fleet's target for this jump will be their destination, Orpheus.

War is like a fiery vein, which nourishes the growth of civilization while licking the foundation of civilization like a flame.

If the former can be controlled, the growth of civilization will be further strengthened by the predatory economy;

On the contrary, the former's fiery invasion will fundamentally challenge the survival of civilization. The latter will exert all its potential under this threat to maintain its own continuation.

In the empty space of Orpheus, countless ships shuttle between various planets. Under the special system of wartime economy, the star ports between worlds after putting aside the profit demand are extremely busy.

Transport ships of all sizes set out from the industrial worlds of various galaxies like schools of fish, and finally gather at the star port of the star district capital, and then move together towards the war zone on the edge of the distant star district.

This is the first scene that Calvin's fleet saw when it broke out of the subspace and arrived outside the planet world of Amara, the capital of Orpheus.

The fleets were frightened by the sudden appearance of these warships, but after hesitating for a long time and still not receiving the star port alarm, they calmly continued their tasks, knowing that they were reinforcements from their own forces.

This was obviously not the first time they saw warships from other star regions coming to support them.

In the context of the average life expectancy of the Imperial Hive City being less than 36 years old, the war that lasted for more than three generations has permanently engraved some matters into the hearts of these people, forming a unique local customs and customs.

Calvin was not in a hurry to communicate with the battlefield ahead, after all, the mission he and his fleet were responsible for was not to fight against aliens.

After communicating with the local Inquisition representative to confirm the authority, these behemoths with completely different warship paintwork from the past quietly floated in the orbit of Amara, the capital of the star region.

The huge Inquisition logo on the warship was extremely dazzling, even the civilian observation equipment on the ground could easily identify it.

The stop of these lead-gray warships was very abnormal, making the bigwigs on the planet feel uneasy while they were worried about the front-line wars, and also under the influence of the Inquisition's consistent good reputation within the country.

The communication with the starport has been completed, and the new war zone communication authority and enemy and friendly situation map have been transmitted and received.

The fleet was quietly waiting in the background, and the intelligence personnel of the Inquisition lurking in the entire star zone were activated.

The countless intelligence collected by the personnel sent here before and after the war of Orpheus was summarized by the representatives of the Inquisition and sent to the fleet in space.

The crew members on the fleet are also working hard, trying to find the truly valuable part from these intricate and mostly unrelated intelligence.

After the final intelligence data of the Inquisition was also judged, with the support of this information, Calvin and his subordinates began to patrol the entire Orpheus.

There is no abnormality in the marginal star zone, and the Drusilan sub-star zone behind is obviously not a problem;

Apart from the front-line direction of Heisennibra, Calvin finally locked his eyes on Karakol, which is only one star system away from the capital Amara:

There has been no feedback from the Inquisition personnel since ten years ago.

At first, the Inquisition thought it was due to the transfer and conscription of regional personnel.

It was not a new thing here for the intelligence personnel to lose contact due to the forced conscription of the region, so they did not pay much attention to it.

But under the premise that the Holy Hammer Order had been following the clues all the way, the unusual "silence" here was extremely glaring.

And the data sent by Terra later also indirectly confirmed some of Calvin's guesses:

The merchant ship carrying pollution did come to Karakol after tracing its source.

"That's it."

As Calvin's order was issued, the fleet that had been hovering over Amara for a whole week left without any signs just like when it came.

They didn't even tell anyone where they were going, but the local bigwigs chose to turn a blind eye and remain silent after hearing about it.

"It's good to leave, it's good to leave..."

The local governor and the indigenous nobles of the parliament temporarily put aside their support for the front line and their fights with each other, and celebrated the departure of Calvin and others.

Little did they know that the Inquisition behind them had already turned its stern eyes to them. Once the war was over, the judgment of these imperial termites would come as promised, without a second's delay.

The fleet's jump continued.

From the one of the five routes leading to the outside world from Amara that pointed to Karakol, Calvin could see the figure of Eberlin, the first galaxy under the jurisdiction of this sub-sector in just three days.

The cosmic gravitational environment here is extremely special, and the gravitational trajectory of the galaxy here is a manifestation of some kind of dynamics:

Under the traction of Karakol, a star with a mass of 30,000 times that of the sun, the stars of the three galaxies in the entire Karakol sub-sector are all orbiting Karakol itself from a distance.

In the same spatial coordinates, the galaxies you arrive at are also different depending on the time you come.

But this can't attract Calvin's attention. Calvin, who had just separated from the subspace voyage, looked at the green aura that was almost overflowing from the entire Eberlin galaxy and instantly knew:

The pollution here is almost irreversible.

Extermination order, yes, in this case, exploration and rescue of the ground is completely unnecessary.

Even if the Nurgle demon on the surface is wiped out, it is too late. The pollution here has penetrated deep into the core of the earth, making all attempts at purification futile. Even if tens of thousands of years pass, the pollution here will not fade away. .

Calvin had no choice but to completely purify it.

This is not the first time that Calvin has seen this kind of weapon, but it is definitely the first time that Calvin has initiated it in his own name.

When the fleet set off, it was time for the over-allocated cyclone torpedoes to come into play at the suggestion of Elder Richelieu.

The three inhabited planets in the entire Ebelin system all shined with the unique flares of cyclone torpedoes under the targeted release of the strike cruisers.

"In the name of the Emperor! In the name of the Holy Hammer Order of the Holy Inquisition of the Human Empire! I, High Gray Knight Calvin, announce the final purification of the three worlds of the Amberlin System! I hereby sign the declaration of these worlds Death certificate! Billions of souls, both good and evil, have been destroyed! May the Emperor forgive our sins..."

Calvin's firm voice reverberated throughout the Abelin galaxy through the clear code broadcast of the entire fleet, letting the humans who may still exist on the three planets in this galaxy know that their final salvation has arrived, and this painful period Life is about to be liberated.

As the three planets were completely melted under the attack of the double-stage cyclone torpedo, the purification mission here was temporarily coming to an end.

But Calvin did not take it easy. His frown reminded everyone on the Supreme Decree;

In the three galaxies under the entire Karakol sub-sector, this is just the beginning.

In the following days, Calvin's fleet "visited" the remaining two star systems under the Karakol sub-sector.

Under Calvin's auspices, the fleet left a total of three "mushrooms" in the two systems to prove its goodwill.

By this time, all six cyclone torpedoes in Calvin's hand had been used up, but there were still residues of chaos pollution inside Caracol.

This serious situation was something Calvin faced like never before, but he had no choice.

After dispatching the last fleet macrogun strike force, Calvin faced the last world of Kalava in the starry sky and chose to deal with it personally.

There are signs that the Nurgle sect now active here is the spreader of this disaster and the source of pollution.

Calvin deliberately left them for last processing, just to retain these people and then judge them one by one with his own hands.

Passing through the already deserted galaxy defense system in orbit, Calvin and the Gray Knights under his command sailed toward the surface in thunderhawks as dense as rain.

These angels, deliberately created by the Emperor to punish demons, will use their actions to prove to those filthy things from the subspace:

The verdict of their sinful lives is late but coming.

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