Chapter 605: War on the Gothic Sky (IX) The First Appearance of the Containment Purifier

Chapter 605: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (IX) Containment - The Purifier's First Appearance

The battle is like a chess game, but the fight of blood and iron is far more intense and decisive than a chess game.

Taros is still stuck in the mud of Pesma, and the wars in other directions are also in full swing.

Looking at the overall situation, with the central star of the Gothic Galaxy as a reference, on the battlefield in the north, the two main fleets of the Imperial Navy and the Death Guard Legion are entangled in space like two winding long snakes;

On the other side of the galaxy, the shadow of the Blackstone Fortress, which is enough to cover an entire continent on the surface of the planet, is also moving slowly but quickly towards the rear of Pesma.

The orbit near Pesma and the nearby starry sky are the most tragic battlefields. Every front-line weapon platform is under saturated artillery bombardment in the flash of energy shields, and there are also repeated invasions by Chaos Space Marines of the Death Guard.

Although the warships of the Inquisition went all out, countless Chaos warships fell under the fire of the Silver Dawn! But this still cannot change the reality that the nodes of the front line were conquered one by one, and even the entire front line was slowly retreating!

And this is exactly Mortarion's response to the former after being ambushed by Galvin!

His purpose is not only that, with a large number of pollution sources infiltrating into Pesma and even the entire Gothic. In the seemingly turbulent Supreme Heaven, there are more vicious magic tides beginning to accumulate and brew!

This Mortarion's conspiracy is also Nurgle's usual routine for the real world:

Once the reality is polluted, the corrupted soul will reversely trigger the spread of the magic tide in the subspace, and this huge subspace tide will further tear the curtain of reality, while strengthening all the polluted Chaos servants, it will also drag the entire Gothic into a more terrifying abyss!

"We must fight a decisive battle! We must also curb all corruption from the source as soon as possible!"

But Calvin also knew that all of this was just a means for Mortarion to urge and force him to actively seek a decisive battle with Mortarion.

And Calvin also knew that it was not the right time yet.

Before the Concept War was over, he should not rashly put himself in a decisive battle with Mortarion!

Pollution? Calvin's eyes flickered. Suppressing corruption might be difficult for other Astartes Legions, but it was exactly the right thing for the Grey Knights!

His vision switched to the link of the Legion's will, and after a simple inspection, he immediately found the most suitable unit.

"Turab." Calvin whispered, and this voice sounded like a loud bell to the Chief Purifier who was far away in the Blackstone Fortress!

After being transformed by the Primarch himself and belonging to the Legion, he restored his body to the prime age under the fusion of his soul and the Legion's will, and under the secondary development of the gene seed.

The external characteristics of this secret rebirth are that although he still has the iconic silver hair, what is different from before is his youthful face!

"Waiting for your order!" A handsome young man with silver hair knelt on one knee in the astonishment of the Emperor Fist beside him.

His body, which is so strong that it is two heads taller than the Emperor Fist beside him, is more graceful against the background of the Terminator covered with luxurious and holy inscriptions!

"Go to Pesma and curb the corruption there!"

Calvin's voice was transmitted from the link of the Legion's will, and the mission information about the entire Pesma direction was also carried by complex and three-dimensional inscriptions, which came from the Legion's will at the same time as the Primarch's decree.

The short inscription with the attributes of time and space allowed the reborn Purifier to clearly understand the reason and beginning and end of the entire mission in just a few breaths. He understood the importance of the mission and responded to the Primarch immediately!

"I will obey your orders!" Turab replied, and this war cry-like oath made the Imperial Fists, who had just learned about the Grey Knights, look at him sideways!

"A mission? Where, how many people, I'll contact the spaceship."

Ismuir, the liaison officer of the Imperial Fists, saw all of this, and when Turab looked at him, he had no questions and started to work directly.

He knew the specialness of the troops in front of him, because even in the era of the Imperial Fists in the Legion, it was rare to have such a normalized tactical fearless force that was fully equipped before the war began.

This is an elite among the elite, and it is one of the trump cards of the mysterious Primarch!

Ismuir thought so, and their subsequent performance further confirmed Ismuir's guess:

After arriving at the Blackstone Fortress, this unit did not participate in any meetings or missions. Until Turab received the order just now, they were still standing in the secret room like sculptures.

For several weeks, they had not taken off their heavy armor except for eating and routine prayers;

And now, with Turab's oath, they stood up from meditation silently without any orders!

What about orders? How did they receive them?

What is the method of communication? Is it true that they are a legion of all psykers as the recent rumors within the regiment have said?

But it doesn't matter anymore, at least at this moment.

Ismer understood that this was probably the characteristic of these strange legion warriors, and also the special talent given to them by the mysterious Primarch.

"Peshma." Turab turned around after hearing the voice, and the azure eyepiece behind the Crusader's heavy helmet decorated with pale blue laurel leaves just faced Ismer.

Ismer subconsciously avoided his gaze, and then felt ashamed of his retreat.

He raised his head and happened to see the other party's raised arm, and the mission briefing of the Inquisition system was also delivered on the screen.

And in his ears, Turab's cold and enthusiastic voice also appeared at the same time.

"I need Peshma's air defense identification code, and it is necessary to have full authority over the ground forces at all times!"

"No problem! Wait a minute..." Ismer took a deep breath, and while agreeing to the other party's request, he also quickly tried to give the other party more help.

They are the Fists of the Empire! They are the descendants and guards of Dorne and the saint on Earth!

Although Dorn has left, they are still proud and will not be inferior to any brother legion!

He must show enough professionalism in front of the brother troops to wash away the instinctive envy of the legion that Turaber was in just at that moment!

I don’t envy you for having a Primarch!

Ismur thought bitterly, and then lowered his head to search on the personal terminal screen of the Terminator.

In just two breaths, he raised his head and said to the Purifier:

"The route information has been set! The specific authority will be given later, and the shuttle and starship will also be arranged!

You can go to the B5 channel first, and cooperate with your rail train to the star port, which will arrive on time in ten minutes.

If you have other needs, you can also notify me at any time before leaving the port!"

"Thank you!" Turaber nodded, and then strode away.

Behind him, a full forty-five Grey Knights also followed in silence, and spontaneously adjusted the sequence of the team while marching.

The teams, which were originally classified according to the types of weapons maintenance and ammunition supply, were spontaneously splitting and reorganizing into fully functional tactical teams in a few breaths;

What surprised Ismuel even more was that they didn't even exchange glances during this process.

But this still made Ismuel envious, because from the patterns and badges on these soldiers, he could see that in this special force, a quarter of the soldiers were newcomers.

"Newcomers, what a vigorous vitality..."

Ismuel stood at the door of the secret room for a long time, and then left the empty room without looking back.

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