Chapter 529 Living Saint, Living Saint?

Beep... Beep... Beep...

A sharp alarm sounded on the bridge of the Silver Dawn, and this time the source of the problem was pointed to the battleship's clock.

Galvin's ritual had ended, and Tibers was still cleaning up after it.

Alarm... Documents... Alarm... Meeting... Alarm... Emergency Response...

In just a quarter of an hour, the number of matters piled up in front of Tibers increased dramatically.

And these alarms from all over the battleship and the resulting documents and meetings all originated from the impact that the Primarch had just caused on the warp.

Tibers looked calm, but his heart was already full of doubts.

He calmly handled the matters at hand, and then calmly responded to the questions from the Imperial Navy Fleet.

But a series of matters continued to occur, and Tibers' doubts in his heart finally reached a peak after the meeting because of a problem with the internal comparison clock of the battleship.

"How much deviation?" Tibers looked at the screen with a serious face, and the Grey Knight on the other side of the video did the same.

The warship can maintain and find the connection with the real world when sailing in deep subspace, relying on the clock wrapped in the Geller's field inside the warship.

When this device and its backup have problems, the warship will face the horrible ending of being lost.

"Not sure..." The stationed Grey Knight answered in a low voice, and this was obviously the answer that Tabers didn't want to hear the most.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, and then turned to the navigator on the other end of the video conference:

"Can you see the Astronomican? We have to try to float up."

Fortunately, the answer is yes, because the sun has just dimmed.

As a member of the psychic, the navigator certainly couldn't have missed the miracle just now.

Although the Silver Dawn was far away from Terra at this time, the light of the sun was dazzling enough.

"Yes," the navigator replied, and then added the results of his observations in Tabers' eyes.

"The fleet's range has obviously been affected, but the good news is that we are closer than expected."

"How close?" Tibers asked, but he didn't have much hope.

In his expectation, it was a blessing to be able to float smoothly. If it could deviate less, it would be the Emperor's appearance.

But he forgot one thing, that is, the Emperor was indeed online in the ceremony just now.

"…………We have now reached the periphery of the Farr system. If we float immediately, the target time of this jump will deviate greatly, but the distance will hardly change."

"…Are you serious?" Tibers asked hesitantly, and then instantly remembered the experience of the Primarch Ophelia No. 7 World.

He suppressed his emotions and ordered the navigator to guide the fleet to float, and then contacted Calvin's bedroom in the first second after the communication was cut off.

"What is the situation?" Tibers' expression was tangled and contradictory.

At this time, the Primarch had just returned. After hearing Tiberus' question, he thought for a while and explained to the other party:

"Things are complicated... But if I were to summarize, just now, a Holy Spirit who adheres to His will came to the world."

Holy Spirit? What is that? There is such a word in the Inquisition?

No! This is something from those state religion charlatans!

Tiberus subconsciously "translated" this word in his brain, and finally found the corresponding concept in some distant "files".

The expression on his face was struggling and contradictory, constantly changing between disbelief and uncertainty.

"Okay! Stop guessing... It's what you think."

Calvin couldn't bear to continue to see Tiberus's expression of seeing a ghost, so he spoke to save the other party's brain that was about to crash.

He was not surprised by the other party's doubts, because although there were many similar cases, the most recent one that could be confirmed and implemented was a thousand years ago.

"The kind of Saint Celestine?" Tiberus blinked and finally found a suitable metaphor.

As the first generation saint of the battle sisters, her representativeness is more certain than the ancient "Qile".

And the deeds of Saint Celestine, after withstanding the many tests of the entire Terra Council, not only made the state religion regain consensus from the split of faith, but also made the legality of the imperial state religion officially endorsed by the Terra government.

"Yes, the kind of Saint Celestine."

Calvin blinked, and then recalled the information he received when he just acted as a transfer station between the two.

It is not difficult to perceive what happened here with the power of the Emperor.

But at this moment when the entire Chaos and even the Warp are silent because of the shattering of the eight-pointed star.

In order to smoothly project the power, he really needs the appearance of this "signal relay station".

It can be said that Calvin took a small part of the credit for the appearance of this living saint.

But he was not excited about this, because the information he obtained by the way from the psychic ritual just now was worse than he imagined.

But now is obviously not the time to discuss this, and some of his speculations still need some news and intelligence to confirm.

Calvin put these things behind his mind for the time being, and looked at the old soldier in front of him intently. He raised the corner of his mouth to Tiberus in a somewhat mischievous way, and then said:

"If you want, you can call her Saint Padilla..."

"Your Majesty!" Tiberus prayed subconsciously. However, the emotions implied in his tone seemed even more entangled.

The words of the Primarch are not spoken casually, especially in today's Empire. In a sense, Calvin's words are a recognition and endorsement of Padilla.

A living saint appeared before their eyes.

Whether it is this recognition as the Primarch or the vision Calvin just caused. They are all confirming the truth of the faith upheld by the Empire's state religion from different angles.

Tiberus is a veteran, and he is also the most senior among the Grey Knights, second only to the Grand Masters.

But his thoughts, like his origin, still cannot escape the scope of Astartes.

His belief in the Emperor is more like that of other Astartes:

It is a recognition of the Emperor's dedication to the great cause of the revival of the human race, and he is impressed by the unyielding spirit he represents in the fate of the human race.

The Emperor is great, and undoubtedly possesses divinity.

But this understanding of the Emperor is different from the foolish faith and blind faith in his eyes.

He is one of countless subjects of the Empire, and a microcosm of all Astartes who insist on the "Imperial Truth" in this era.

He sincerely hopes that the Emperor really has the power of God;

But he is extremely afraid that the traces of the gods described in religion will really appear in front of him.

"I understand..." Tibers replied.

When doubts are confirmed, when expectations are realized. Especially this veteran from Terra, after getting Calvin's endorsement, the whole person instantly aged a lot.

He knew that this represented the end of an era, and he also knew that it also meant that he needed to re-understand the relationship between the Empire and the Emperor, as well as the fighting will based on this.

And this change was brought about by the gene primarch in front of him.

Although he and his old brothers were unwilling to accept it instinctively, their reason clearly told him:

The appearance of the primarch was a change, and although this change did not meet his expectations, it was undoubtedly a powerful reinforcement for the empire...

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