Chapter 450 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows (Thirty-Five) Vision, the Empire Does Not Need Gods.

On the hills at the edge of the Serinde Crater, the Emperor-class Titan, the Boreas, fell silent again three hours after the Primarch entered.

Calvin, who returned from the cockpit and appeared on top of the Titan, put the Honor Guard and Heper who had been waiting to rest.

But he himself looked at the boiling lava under his feet, recalling the last conversation with Spyr.

"You should come with me, if your vision is true." Calvin said to Spyr solemnly.

"How will you use me?" Spyr's smile disappeared, replaced by a quiet scrutiny. It is good to be able to survive, but if the future given by Calvin does not match his ideas, he would rather stay here forever.

"No, it's not how I want to drive you, but our ideals need more companions." Calvin spread his palms.

In the glorious bloom of psychic energy, the Pure Land of the Soul in his spiritual world showed Spyr its complete form.

"The Empire and mankind do not need a new god." Spyr's expression became more serious.

This is a discussion of ideas, and more importantly, a debate on future visions. If the future Calvin gave was not what he wanted, he would rather stay silent forever in this unknown corner.

"Of course! The Empire and humanity do not need a new god... but at least now, it needs a fulcrum." Calvin repeated Speyer's words, which was equivalent to agreeing with his point of view. And the second half of his sentence was a crazy guess after a long thought.

The help to the Blood Ravens was an exploration based on this guess, and now Speyer's appearance has verified this idea from another direction.

"You, swear?" Speyer looked directly into Calvin's eyes.

Both of them were showing themselves in the most fundamental posture at this time, and the oath here could not tolerate the slightest falsehood.

And if Calvin had a slight possibility of not wanting to fulfill his promise, this oath from the soul would not be established.

"I swear!" Calvin's words were simple and powerful, and Speyer gradually smiled after a serious examination.

He looked at everything around him with some nostalgia, and then made up his mind to ask Calvin:

"Are we leaving here? What do I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything. You just need to sleep for a while and wait for the conditions here to mature."

Calvin said, and took out the emblem of the Order of Omen from his waist. Because of the psychic Titan, this emblem also has some rare psychic crystals, which is perfect for Spyr's temporary shelter.

He also made up his mind to find the home planet of the Storm Lord Legion after returning to Terra to ask for the information that Spyr left there. And if his home planet is no longer there, then trace the source to Mars to find it, because this legion was originally one of the three Titan Legions established by Mars.

And with the Martian style of doing things, the genes of the pilots of this battle group host will definitely be backed up.

He also noticed the regret in Spier's eyes, so Calvin said half jokingly and half seriously:

"Can't bear to part with your old friend? Don't worry, it will come back to you sooner or later."

"It's a deal?" Spier asked.

"It's a deal!"

Calvin replied, and then watched Spier's soul being taken away by himself, and the originally solidified liquid metal also lost its support, turning into liquid and splashing in the Titan's command room...

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On the Titan's shoulder, the wind full of industrial waste gas in the Forge World was whistling. Calvin looked at the red lava sea under his feet, and the communication from the Forge World sounded in his ear.

"Is everything going well, sir?"

"Not bad." Calvin answered Mayne's test while preparing himself mentally.

It's really a terrifying thing to let a living person jump into the magma with a temperature of thousands of degrees. Even Calvin, as the original body, needs to overcome his body's instinct to survive.

"Then can we execute the receiving program?" Mayne was in the mechanical ark on the orbit. The scanning array in front of him was taking in every move of the Primarch from a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers.

"Wait a minute, there is something to be solved." Calvin opened his eyes again, and the life support system of the psychic shield and power armor that he had checked repeatedly finally convinced his body.

Just as Mayne on the orbit was about to ask again, amid the exclamations of the high-level mechanical priests, the mysterious Primarch from Terra jumped high from the shoulders of the Titan, and then jumped heavily into the boiling magma in a standard diving posture!

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The bridge of the mechanical ark was silent, and Mayne, who had been dazed for a while, finally came back to his senses.

He wanted to turn his head and prove from other colleagues that it was his sensory chip that had a problem just now, which caused some kind of hallucination.

But the creaking sound of the metal cervical vertebrae and the garbled electronic throat sound made him realize that he had not made any misjudgment just now - the gene primarch, indeed, fell into the liquid ore vein outside the Serinde Forge.

"Uh..." Mayne groaned, suddenly not knowing what to say.

The master of the forge standing behind him finally reacted and comforted his own foundry director in a relatively calm tone:

"That shouldn't be an accident."

"Not an accident?" Mayne grabbed Fadin's words tightly as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Does that mean he jumped down on his own initiative?"

"It should be... yes." Solan, the deputy foundry supervisor, also came back to his senses and walked forward to start the playback function of the holographic projection.

After the three-dimensional holographic image flickered slightly, Calvin's action of jumping into the sea of ​​​​molten lava appeared again.

The primarch's actions were slowly played back frame by frame, finally letting Mayne put down his hanging heart.

But he still confirmed with his colleagues again and again: "He... that lord, jumped down on his own initiative, right?"

"Yes." Solan stared at Calvin's movements on the holographic projection and gave a cautious answer.

"Although I don't know why this lord took such a risk, since he can jump down, he must have a reason to go, and he should also have the ability to protect himself."

"Mechanica!" Mayne prayed in a low voice.

His particle energy heart has been implanted and has been running stably for centuries, but just now he clearly heard the crazy alarm of this machine!

A Primarch, the only remaining Primarch of the Empire!

If he died on his planet in such an unclear way, then he and his colleagues can prepare their own urns from now on.

There is no need to even find a cemetery, because it is impossible to be buried on the spot...

"You don't have to worry..." Solan wanted to continue to persuade his boss, but Mayne, who closed his eyes and finished a prayer, opened his eyes and interrupted him.

"What about the observation data in other directions? Every bit counts! From now on, collect them all and save them in encrypted form! Oh, yes! There must be backups! Make a hundred copies for me and hide them in the cargo hold of the merchant ship that is about to sail!"

"Yes! Your will!" All the high-ranking priests bowed at the same time to show that they had received the order from the foundry director.

Although this order seems a bit crazy, madness at this time is always better than complete dullness...

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