Chapter 608: War in the Gothic Sky (XII) Jialuo

Discipline, or oath...

Galvin's eyes were dim, and the memory of the Death Guard in another timeline emerged in his mind.

He was still born in the remote agricultural world of the Solar Segment, but the difference this time was that his world had been recruited by the fleet from Terra as early as the beginning of the Great Crusade.

Recruitment... training... screening... and then a series of intensive surgical transformations.

At that time, the Empire had already begun to show its strength, and countless genetic scholars from Mars and technical officials from Terra made the transformation surgery of the Astartes Legion of that era almost have a huge production capacity like an industrial assembly line.

And the prosperity and prosperity under this grand background has become a story that can only be engraved on murals today.

Calvin, who woke up again, was taken to the star port and came to Terra on a warship, and then came to a strange square with other chosen ones who were also from Terra.

It was in the underground fortress below this square that they pledged allegiance to the Lord of all mankind under the witness of warriors from several other legions, and then the Emperor's messengers, the Imperial Guards, gave them their original names.

Dusk Raiders.

This was the original name of the Fourteenth Legion of Astartes Warriors, the Emperor's sword;

It was also the name of the legion before the return of the Primarch Mortarion, the source of their gene seeds, the commander bestowed by the Emperor.

Galvan was still powerful at that time, but compared with his fellow Astartes comrades, he did not show his superior excellence.

He and his comrades did not even have the opportunity to witness the return of the Primarch, but were sent to the edge of the battlefield far away from the Great Expedition Fleet at the beginning of the legion's establishment.

There were promotions, but only because of seniority and military exploits. So under the system of legion-large company-squadron-squadron, the adjutant of the squadron was his theoretical upper limit of his position.

Compared with those who were lucky enough to stand beside the Primarch, and then made their mark in the battles of the Great Crusade, and constantly gained the Primarch's affirmation, and thus took up the command position of the Legion, Calvin's service career was nothing but constant fighting, killing, and then being hastily transferred to other battlefields.

But it was also for the same reason that he and the Terra veterans around him did not die on Isstvan III.

On the contrary, Calvin, who was ordered to fight on the border, had his information blocked and failed to arrive at Isstvan III in time after receiving the Primarch's edict.

He and his comrades, even after a long time after the bloody "massacre", were notified by the messenger of the Lord of the Dark Raven, and became members of the Broken Legion wandering behind the traitors with shock and shame.

And this is also the reason why most of the warriors of Terran origin can survive.

Of course, there are exceptions. Calvin's thoughts finally point to the only high-ranking member of the Legion among all Terrans, and the only person who is theoretically qualified to know the secrets of the Legion at that time - the captain of the Seventh Company, Garro.

The next thing will be easy.

Calvin, who has re-immersed himself in the conceptual level, has a clear goal this time. The huge power of order envelops his soul, splitting the clouds of doubts laid by Mortarion in the chaotic time and space, and pointing directly to all the information about the captain of the Seventh Company, Nathaniel Garro.

And the development of things did not disappoint Calvin. When the information belonging to Nathaniel Garro was constantly summarized and accurately located at the conceptual level.

In Calvin's psychic vision, Mortarion, or the concept of the entire Death Guard Corps itself, a particularly strange existence finally caught his eye.

"Scar?" Calvin said to himself.

The conceptual body of the "Death Guard Corps" is a huge monster that can be seen from beginning to end in the disordered subspace.

A scar that was completely opposite to the life and twisted power that filled the entire legion appeared clearly on the neck of the giant beast composed of the entire concept.

The endless life and twisted power could obviously repair this scar in an instant, but I don’t know what the owner of this giant beast considered. This ugly and glaring scar exists like this, and there is no intention to be erased.

"It's you!" Calvin locked onto the scar, and the tentacles of his will climbed on it and plunged into it.

In the roar of time and space shuttle, his will seemed to pass through that distant time again.

Calvin, who regained his perception and hung high above Nathaniel Garro's head with a strange perspective, followed the former's sight and saw a character that he could never have imagined.

"Qile?"

"Euphrates."

Two voices sounded at the same time, but unfortunately only Calvin could hear the former.

The subsequent conversation between the two let Galvin know that this was the day after the tragedy of Isstvan III, and the rebellious Warmaster Horus was leading his legions on the eve of the final attack on Terra.

Mortarion, the Primarch of the 14th Legion, who was led by Typhons and finally succumbed to the God of Decay, was on the opposite side of the battlefield here, intending to use the woman in front of him and Nathaniel, Euphrates Keele, to please Horus's disordered and tyrannical heart.

"Think of the good deeds you can do, the enlightenment you can give, as long as you can get out of this day and get out of the control of that damn treason."

In Calvin's eyes, Nathaniel Garro approached the woman, then reached out and held her hand.

"Ah this..." Calvin, who was caught off guard, grinned, and then remembered that he didn't have a mouth in his consciousness...

However, the bloody plot continued, and the huge ceramic steel glove had already wrapped around the woman's slender fingers.

The huge contrast not only moved Calvin, but also made him more certain of his thoughts after he smelled a familiar sour smell.

"The dangers you face in this fortress..."

Nathaniel was still talking, but Calvin couldn't bear to look at it.

Don't watch it! Long press the screen to speed up! I, a single man for a hundred years, cannot bear to see such a thing!

So Calvin's will intervened again in the overlapping light and shadow, and the fate of Nathaniel Garro was fast-forwarded again.

Garro, the captain of the seventh company of the Death Guard, finally convinced Qile, the first living saint of the Emperor, in a fierce debate.

He persuaded her to give up the idea of ​​dying meaninglessly in this unknown fortress, but to flee to Terra with the few Terran veterans left around Garro, leaving them for future use.

And when the scene changed, with the final farewell between Garro and Galor in front of the spaceship, Calvin finally followed Garro's gaze and saw the final villain, Mortarion, who was walking from the other side of the battlefield.

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