Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 397 Presdia

The function of this chain made Calvin feel helpless.

The key point of the chain named "Helios's Lanyard" is on the "lane rope", and if Calvin understands correctly, the "lane rope" needs a living thing to be used as the traction power of the vehicle. Only when it comes in handy.

This "lane rope" is considerate, and the target has changed from a living thing to a mechanical device, and it has two functions at the level of use:

First, control. "Helios' Lanyard" can break the operating authority of most mechanical creations known to Calvin, as long as it is active and belongs to the ranks of vehicles.

Second, flogging. "Helios" can directly activate, repair or overload and destroy the power core of the mechanical device through the energy of the supernatural level, beyond the defense layer.

Apart from these two functions, Calvin could only treat it as a normal chain.

Like the pocket watch that currently only has basic functions, it is a useful but not very useful stage.

Calvin didn't put too much energy into them either, because after the third day after passing the Furnace Star, the fleet was already close to the planned first supply point in the Limit Star Field - Presdia.

This is a planet marked as a dead world by the empire. The lead-gray weathered rocks all over the planet appear lifeless. The huge storm caused by the abnormal gravity of the star is visible to the naked eye in space, and it lingers all year round.

Death and desolation are the only impressions this planet brings to all outsiders.

Calvin was not surprised that it had no agriculture of its own.

In fact, it doesn't even have its own industrial and mining systems, and all the materials on this planet come from outside transportation.

And the reason why the empire can do this at any cost is that there is an Astartes company stationed on this planet:

An Astartes Chapter founded in the "Second Founding Event" in the 33rd millennium - the Sons of Guilliman.

Of course a fleet could not be supplied here, but the Inquisition was already prepared.

In fact, Calvin's fleet had already seen the material transport fleet prepared for itself the first time it jumped out of the subspace.

But what surprised him was that these fleets did not dock at Presdia's star port as planned to wait for their material handover.

Instead, it was floating alone outside Presdia's orbit, under the surveillance of the entire planet's defense system.

After the fleet appeared at the star system turning point, it immediately initiated a contact application to the surrounding area, and under the background of Presdia's delay in responding, Calvin was the first to get in touch with the fleet delivering the supplies.

"You didn't apply to the starport to dock? Or do you not have the imperial documents in your hands to convince the owner here?"

Calvin didn't consider other reasons for the first time, but attributed the problem to the possible work omissions of the trial court.

But the Imperial Colonel in charge of commanding the transport fleet obviously had other words. According to his narration, the behavior of the owner here was far beyond Calvin's traditional impression of the Ultramarines.

They don't seem to care about the Inquisition and Terra, although the charter captains have taken out all the legal procedures and transfer orders of the Inquisition.

But the Sons of Guilliman stationed here still did not allow them to dock, and refused to give any explanation for this.

Calvin didn't buy all of Captain Charter's claims, but a later direct contact with Presdia confirmed the latter's claims.

"We have not received an order from Macragge, so I am sorry that we cannot provide services to you here."

The Astartes warriors in the video feed were tall, heavily decorated in blue and white Mark IV power armor.

In the process of communicating with Tibbers, who is also an Astartes, the other party didn't even intend to take off the helmet.

And even though Tibers had given all the authorizations from the Council of State and the Eye of the Empire, the sons of Guilliman still rejected the former's request to borrow the star port.

"Shall we call Macragge?" Tibbers asked Calvin, who hadn't shown up, after cutting off the communication with Presdia.

"No need, our time is too tight. First meet with the transport fleet, and then use frigates and airships to transfer."

Calvin shook his head and responded to Fleet Admiral Tibbers.

He really doesn't have time to entangle here right now, but the reason why he gave up continuing to communicate is not time, but the scruples about the Ultramarines, the biggest local snake.

I have long heard of the prestige of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and I have also heard of the Extreme Star Field known as a country within a country, which has its own special national conditions.

But there is no right to speak without really experiencing it.

Calvin also experienced such an experience before he truly realized how fragile Terra's authority was in the Far East of the empire.

"Ultramar... the son of Guilliman." Calvin looked at the bright starlight belonging to the five hundred worlds of Ultramar in the distant starry sky, and said silently in his heart.

In the center of the world group known for its wealth, strength, civilization, and stability, the No. 13 heir of the Emperor, Robert Guilliman, who is known for his talent and boldness, is resting in Macragge's Glory Sanctuary among.

He didn't know whether this arrogance was a special case of the Sons of Guilliman, or a general expression of the Ultramarines Chapter system as a whole.

Calvin was destined to go there.

Whether it is out of an agreement with Stewart, the captain of the Ultramarines stationed on Ophelia 7, or as the leader of the trial court and the founder of the new Eye of the Empire.

He needs to be with the group born from the "Astarte Codex" while trying to change the current difficult situation of the empire and make a difference to the cause of the entire human empire:
A theoretically impeccable compliance with the provisions of the "Holy Code", but in fact it is the largest local military group in the empire, completing basic mutual understanding and consensus.

"Loyal and straightforward border guards? Or a deep-rooted local warlord group with a big tail?"

The Primarch squinted his eyes to examine the direction of Presdia, his burly body was seated on the throne at the highest point of the bridge, stroking the hilt of the Imperial Truth in his hand, and did not say a word for a long time.

The entire bridge seemed to feel the influence of the Primarch's mood, and the depression-like dullness spread silently on the entire command deck.

The honor guards stood quietly behind him, looking at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts;

Fleet Admiral Tabers stood alone in front of the holographic projection platform, without saying a word for a long time;
The chief engineer, Bishop Klein, immersed himself in the servo adjustment in front of him, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her;

The staff on the staff deck and liaison deck unconsciously act lightly when they have to go to the command deck, unwilling to make any unexpected noises;

The Sons of Calvin in the training hall seemed to empathize with the anger that the Gene Father was building up.

They all stopped from their respective training and dormancy, instinctively clenched the weapons at hand and let out a silent roar...

"Heh..." Calvin laughed at himself in a low voice, it's really not a good thing to be in a high position for a long time.

The clang of the sword sounded from above the throne, and the Primarch said "Go back and rest" the moment Tibers turned his head, and strode away from the command deck with the "Imperial Truth" in his hand.

After all, he decided to observe again, and did not make a hasty evaluation and judgment on the Ultramarines.

But in any case, the current encounter made Calvin realize the difference between this place and other strategic directions of the empire on the first day he came to the Limit Starfield.

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