Thought of the Day: Prophecy is meaningless when it itself becomes part of the future.

"Tell me why you're here, Apothecary from the Fire Eagle. I'm curious how desperate your warband is before you let an Apothecary take charge of diplomatic work?"

This was the first sentence Elvis heard after setting foot on the Star Fortress "King of Raptors".

This group of Astartes, whose names were similar to those of the Elvis Chapter, still had such a bad taste, and their yellow and red paint schemes were as annoying as he remembered.

If it weren't for Calvin's mission, he would never want to come here again.

"As you can see, we are indeed a little down. But we also have something that you don't have. Take me to see your elders. I have something to explain."

Elvis restrained his emotions and said to Hercules, the first captain of the Fire Eagles who greeted him.

"The chapter leader is waiting for you in the meeting hall. As I said bluntly, where are the senior leaders of your chapter? Is it possible that they are all dead?"

Hercules turned around and led Elvis inside, without stopping his mouth. He was still using his arrogance and roughness to secretly test Elvis's intentions.

But Elvis had no intention of entangled with him. It had been a year since he left Calvin. He had just escaped the attention of the Tribunal and was eager to complete Calvin's mission. He had no extra energy to deal with such trivial details.

He simply stopped, and with his taller body after being purified, he approached Hercules suppressively, stared into his eyes and said:

"If this is what you want, then as you wish, yes. I am now the only veteran in my regiment. Are you satisfied?"

"...I'm sorry." Hercules took a half step back. He had no doubt at this moment that if he offended again, the other party would die with him. And the information from Elvis's mouth was enough for him to understand the other party's trip.

of importance.

There was no other communication between the two until they entered the meeting hall of the Star Fortress.

"Tell me why you are here, young man of the Fiery Eagle. Although we are not bound by blood, seeing that we are both victims of that incident, I allow you to make a reasonable request for support."

The leader of the Fire Eagle Chapter, Adelaide Adonis, sat on the throne that symbolized his status, looking down at Elvis's figure. Standing beside him was the Chief Apothecary, Silas Moore, and the one who had just walked up.

Hercules behind him.

"The envoy from another war group across the street was stingy with giving away even a seat. Is this the Fire Eagle's way of hospitality?"

Elvis looked at the three people above him and sneered at their judgmental attitude toward guests.

"If this is your attitude, then I think I can leave."

"Presumptuous!"

Hercules' eyes widened with anger. He just wanted to speak, but Adelaide on the throne raised his hand to stop him.

His cunning nature is undoubtedly reflected at this moment. Just like their reputation for cruelty, arrogance is also one of their weapons to hide their intentions.

"It depends on what you bring. Sit down, distinguished envoy of the Brotherhood. Let me hear your purpose."

Under the guidance of the guards, Elvis walked with his right hand and sat under Chapter Leader Adelaide.

After the guard exited the hall, he said to Adelaide under the gaze of three people:

"Let me solve a problem for you, a problem about gene seeds."

"Oh, one question..." Adelaide repeated along with Elvis's words.

But when the former finished speaking, Adelaide's expression changed suddenly as she understood what Elvis meant.

He smiled with squinted eyes uncharacteristically. He looked at Elvis' head and his chin moved slightly. After receiving the signal, Hercules did not move his upper body, and his hand hidden from sight began to slowly reach for the plasma pistol on his waist.

Adelaide's own big hand also began to rub the hilt of the power sword standing side by side of the armrest of the seat.

The words in his mouth did not stop, and the obscure Gothic language came out from the roots of his teeth as if it had been chewed vigorously:

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Young man, what did you say you wanted to help me solve? Say it again?"

Elvis was not in a hurry to answer. The hall in front of him was now filled with murderous intent that was as real as reality. He knew that if his next words could not get to the point, there would be no chance for him to explain again.

"I have a way to purify your genetic seeds."

His determined voice echoed clearly in this ancient hall fortress. Just like the information in his words, it impacted the top brass of the Fire Eagle Chapter one after another.

"How is our industrial production capacity now? How far behind is the minimum shipbuilding standard?"

Calvin stood in the large forging factory on the iron ring, watching the huge gravitational magnetic field forge working amidst the deafening roar.

The huge ceramic steel alloy body is like a ball of molten liquid at high temperatures, and is accurately pulled by the magnetic field to change its shape.

This is an efficiency and scale that ground casting technology can never achieve. Breaking away from the constraints of planetary gravity, human manufacturing capabilities have ushered in an explosive leap forward in a vacuum environment. It is a landscape that he had no chance to see in his previous life.<

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"In fact, it is enough. If we are not too slow, even the most primitive planet can take a century to build a standard imperial warship."

Father Constantine rarely took time away from the Mechanical Ark project to meet with Calvin.

Nowadays, as the highest sage of the order, and in a sense half a foundry general, Constantine has too many things to do.

Calvin rarely saw him take a break. Even when he was talking to Calvin, the data interface behind him was still connected to the main body of the Ark.

The endless documents and authorizations that were submitted from all over the world finally converged on the data that was rapidly refreshing on the pupils of his eyes. The huge amount of work was like an endless river, washing away and swallowing up the mechanical sage.

There is not much sanity left.

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"You should pay attention to your rest. I don't want to lose your helper early." Calvin said half-jokingly and half-warning.

"Don't worry, I won't die. I'm too busy and don't have time to die."

Constantine's answer is just like his identity, even humor must be found in cold words.

"Could the standard imperial battleship you just mentioned be a "Moon-class" cruiser?" Calvin changed the subject and asked what he was most concerned about.

"Yes, as long as there is enough ore, even in a barbaric world, I am confident that I can provide you with such an imperial standard battleship within a century."

Constantine said seriously, as if as long as Calvin gives an order, the inhabited planets in the three nearby galaxies will start this long project.

"No! No! No! I don't want this kind of big and useless ship. Let this kind of garbage serve the Imperial Navy. The Gray Knights and Astartes don't need this kind of thing."

Calvin shook his head repeatedly, denying Constantine's suggestion. Then he belatedly noticed the smile unique to Constantine's Mechanicus personnel from Constantine's green mechanical eyes.

"I suddenly want to dismantle those parts of your body to see which part is responsible for your unusual aesthetic sense of humor."

He gritted his teeth and threatened the Mechanical Sage, and then when the latter seriously thought about the reasons why it was not feasible, he laughed and regained his face...

The hearty laughter echoed in the towering towers, a rare expression of emotion that he had rarely seen in the decades since he became the leader of the tribe.

This journey through time and space was coming to an end, and he knew that his time with this mechanical priest who could be called his companion was becoming increasingly scarce.

When the two of them parted, he looked seriously into Constantine's eyes and said:

"Don't die, my friend. I want to have more memories with you..."

In Imperial Calendar 36, on the edge of the Sun Star Domain, next to the famous *** galaxy, a huge interstellar fortress is running its engine at full power.

Dozens of large plasma reactors are outputting full power under servo control, and nearly a hundred nozzles are spitting out blazing tail flames.

The fortress is devouring massive amounts of energy at an alarming rate and is so expensive that it cannot be counted. It is a long journey filled with doubts and worries.

"You'd better pray that what you're telling the truth is true!" Hercules stood beside Elvis and never left his side. This was the chapter leader's highest instruction to him.

For this operation, the Chapter has recovered all five battle barges and the battle companies in them.

The companies carried on these spacecrafts all have their own missions to perform, which even include some battlefields in the middle of the process. Therefore, this kind of behavior can be said to be very bad in nature.

Although they had done this kind of thing before without saying goodbye, to be fair, every time they sold their character, they got a reasonable profit.

This is the first time that the Fire Eagle Warriors directly abandoned their allies without any visible benefits...

Thinking of this, Hercules felt a little guilty for no reason. He felt that this violated their principles.

The Emperor's blessing! I hope this guy is telling the truth, otherwise they will have to imagine how they will face the anger of the High Lord and the Inquisition after this large-scale departure from the battlefield...

The envoy with the newly born Astartes warriors of the Fire Eagle Chapter has already set off, and other Chapters established in the establishment of the Cursed Army must have received the news at this time.

In the comparison of the two "Eagle Legion" Astartes warriors, those battle groups will have the same choice.

But it’s not absolutely the case, at least the people from the Black Dragon Chapter may not be able to come.

Hercules had cooperated with them before, and the strange culture of that war group that was not ashamed of but proud of its own mutant characteristics was still fresh in his memory.

After Elvis pointed out that the Inquisition would definitely destroy them in the long run, they reluctantly said that they would consider it.

It's not necessarily the case for those who mourn. This group of demons are just glad of their mutation.

If he were to be corrected, compared with their blood thirst and black rage, Hercules felt that he would rather choose melancholy, since melancholy would not kill people anyway...

The Minotaur Chapter could not be trusted, so he discussed with Elvis and went to their Chapter Headquarters in person.

Standing in front of this group of violent maniacs who were rare among the war groups that founded the army at the same time, Hercules admitted with difficulty that there were indeed war groups that were more willing to fight fiercely than they were.

The Astartes, who are known to dislike fighting mortals, in Hercules' eyes, are obviously more interested in them and the Chaos Space Marines who are also Astartes.

And he seriously suspected that there was an unspeakable deal between these tauren and the high lord.

He even had a guess that if Elvis hadn't taken out a mysterious badge at that time, then the fate that awaited them would have been to be sent to Terra tied up.

Don't even count on the blood snake demon. They are not sure whether those people have any brains. After discussion, the two gave up directly.

What about the sons of An Tai? It’s quite embarrassing. Those people’s bodies don’t have any obvious characteristics, but the absence of abnormalities is more terrifying than the presence of abnormalities.

Who knows what dark secrets they have inside...
To be continued...