Chapter 38 Battle and Decameron

Pushed by the heavy hydraulic device, the thick door panel on the iron cage was closed with a low roar.

The two people in the field were also moving their bodies, staring into each other's eyes while slowly trying to close the distance.

Different from Calvin, who had almost no concept of cold weapon combat before, one month later, Calvin's huge progress can be seen just from his rhythmic steps.

Gavins was a little nervous. This was the first time he faced the serious Calvin after the playful brief encounter a month ago.

He was originally confident enough to fulfill the Grand Master's instructions, but when he saw the blood in Calvin's eyes and the unexplained smile on his lips, he became a little uneasy.

This is a Primarch after all! The throne is up! Having the honor to witness His growth is an honor in itself! Gavins thought so.

He calmed down and looked up to see the smile on the face of the young man opposite: "Ready? Let's get started..."

Then, without waiting for Gavins' answer, Calvin stepped forward and stopped exactly 1.8 meters away from Gavins.

The arm span of 1.1 meters and the sword blade of the same length formed an attack range that the opponent could not dodge. At the same time, the sword was violently swung at the waist behind his back, and he instantly flipped Calvin over with a blast that cut through the air. shoulder, heading straight for Gavins' head.

Gavins had no time to dodge and could only choose to parry on the spot. It was not until he heard the roar of the two swords clashing that he heard the second half of Calvin's words from his very close mouth:

"Today! I just want to be a blacksmith!"

I want to escape, but I can't escape... Well, this is not the lyrics, this is the only thought left in Gavins's mind except for the sound of "bang bang bang".

Gavins, whose footwork was completely seen through, had no chance to counterattack under Calvin's continuous heavy blows.

Each parry will only allow the opponent to use his strength to smoothly swing the sword to complete the next more powerful slash.

The various actions he took to try to escape were always inexplicably seen through, so Gavins could only find opportunities in constant parrying to try to escape from this brain-deprived situation.

Looking at Calvin on the other side, a month of one-sided fighting allowed him to completely see through Gavins' direction.

The opponent's approximate endurance capacity has also been known to Calvin from previous intensive battles.

He excitedly danced a dance of death called "Blade Storm" around Gavins, who was standing still, to vent the "suffering" of being killed countless times in the past month.

Calvin never thought of using simple and efficient swordsmanship to directly penetrate Gavins' defense that was almost transparent to him.

That didn't make sense and wasn't what he wanted right now.

All he wants now is a hearty vent.

Every time Gavins tried to release his strength and break away, he was stopped by Calvin with a slash just enough to stop his movement.

The resistance gained from each slash was skillfully transformed and added to the next slash.

Under precise control, Calvin's power was just at the upper limit of what Gavins could bear.

The spectators outside the field were so shocked by this almost storm-like attack that their breathing began to slow down.

From the perspective of outside the iron cage, Calvin is, as he said before, transformed into a blacksmith with precise skills.

In the violent high-frequency blows, he was able to accurately hit Gavins' nail with the "sledgehammer" in his hand.

60 seconds, just 60 seconds, but Gavins felt like a year had passed.

He didn't even have a chance to take a complete breath. He just suppressed his blush and was treated like a nail standing there to bear Calvin's endless blows.

"Is this the speed at which demigods grow? I'm really arrogant..." This was the little reason left in his almost unconscious mind.

Although the outcome of the battle has not yet been determined, the overwhelming aspect of the situation has left everyone present with no suspense about the outcome.

Calvin had no intention of killing the leader of his guard.

After dispelling his own anger and giving a small warning to the champion of the Guards, Calvin no longer pursued a clear victory or defeat to embellish his record.

So, he retreated amidst the long sword cry after a fight, looked at Gavins in front of him, smiled slightly and said, "Okay, that's it for today."

Gavins, who was exhausted and exhausted, had no strength to walk out of the iron cage. He sat down and gasped for breath and said to Calvin: "Of course, this is your will."

The sight briefly pulled away from Titan. At the intersection of the distant Far Eastern Star Territory and the Terra Star Territory, in a certain Inquisition spacecraft, three Lord Inquisitors of the Tribunal gathered together for a rare occasion.

What’s even more rare is that the three people present are all from the Holy Hammer Order. This kind of people can gather so many high-level people without major events as background conditions and under the overwhelming intensity of the Inquisition’s affairs. It is very difficult to become an Inquisitor.

The second of the three is on a mission and will leave this "free ship" soon after entering the Terra star field.

The remaining one was simply decided by the Inquisition to go to Terra to serve as the representative of the Inquisition in the High Lords Council for the next five years.

The ship is still sailing in subspace, and it is still a long way from Terra.

The necessary source of information is a reliable guarantee for the survival of every imperial bureaucrat, and the Inquisition is no exception.

So the three Inquisitors sat together in the ship's bar and played cards to pass the time. The three of them sipped the homemade fruit wine on the ship while discussing the recent rumors within the order.

A little further outside their seats, the guards and vassals of these Inquisitors sat quietly. The same wine glasses and the same fine wine on the table had not been touched since they were filled.

These armed elements of all kinds were different from the three bosses who were relaxed in the center. Quietly wiping weapons and seemingly relaxed but actually tense vigilance were the real way they got along with each other.

Without any mission, they might seem to outsiders that there was no need to be so nervous on their own ships, but considering that even within the Inquisition, there is also a bad tradition of turning against each other like turning over a book.

Perhaps it is common sense that a colleague who was drinking with you in the previous second would hand you a rapier to pierce his heart in the next second.

Therefore, as employees and subordinates of the direct troops, they, whose lives and property depend on the boss, can only keep a close eye on all the information of their boss in the central position, so as not to miss the opportunity and be preempted by the surrounding enemies.

"Have you heard? The closure of Titan is over."

One of the judges who boarded the boat, Ms. Ambole, the youngest person present. While throwing the cards in her hand, she seemed to be calm.

"Well, I want this card! I heard that it is over, isn't it?"

The judge Jean Maridus, who was about to take office, also took up the topic calmly. He was the one who was most worried about his situation among the three.

After all, in the more than 100 years since he joined the Inquisition, more than one high-level judge was overwhelmed by the appointment order from the headquarters.

Then he died at the hands of a colleague who received a secret execution order. As for the two colleagues in front of him, whether they really had another mission to go to the Solar Star Region, he had always been reserved.

The bar with chic decoration in front of him was the location he carefully selected. The walls of the entire bar were filled with automatic laser weapons and heavy logging guns without dead corners.

He only needed to snap his fingers to eliminate everyone present except him, including his followers.

And he could easily leave calmly from the secret door reserved in the floor under his feet in one move.

It’s no wonder that Maridus is so cautious. After all, who doesn’t have some unspeakable little secrets after being at the forefront of the Empire’s fight against the warp for so many years?

But since the bottom card has not been revealed, he is not in a hurry to put himself in danger.

So Maridus, who wanted to wait and see, was happy to accompany these two uninvited guests to play cards and pass the time, just as a pastime during the long journey.

"But the representative of the Inquisitor stationed in Titan heard that he was under full control during the lockdown, and he has lost the trust of the headquarters."

The other person who took over the conversation was the other "boat duo", the senior Inquisitor Stadler.

Unlike the other two, he was born in Terra and was well-informed. His words also made the other two people prick up their ears.

"What's the reason? How do those cans explain it?"

Ms. Ambole put down the cards in her hand, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

The atmosphere between the followers not far away also became tense with the wine glass in her hand. It seems that the practice of breaking the cup as a signal has a long history in this universe.

"It's a conventional equipment problem, so perfunctory, but you can't do anything about it. Could it be that you also give them an extermination order?"

Stadler leaned back leisurely, and his whole body sank into the soft velvet sofa.

His slightly frivolous voice came from the sofa: "Mr. Maridus, this sofa is really good. I heard that you waited for two years in Terra when you ordered it?"

"It's just a rumor. If you like it, take it when you leave." Maridus responded with a smile.

It's a good thing to have a demand, at least it means that the other party still has a place in his plan to get along with him for a long time.

He also relaxed slightly, leaning on the equally soft sofa and gently asked:

"So let it go? When have we suffered such a loss?"

Ambora also put down the wine glass in his hand when he heard this, ready to listen to the final result of this "accident" from Terra.

Stade's body was still sinking in the sofa, the shadow blocked his face, and only his slightly low voice could be heard:

"The Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights arrived at the headquarters yesterday. I heard that he made a different suggestion to the Holy Hammer Convent this time."

"What?" The two asked at the same time.

"The Supreme Grand Master proposed to the headquarters to change the practice of the Inquisition to station representatives on Titan for 8,000 years, and change it to the Grey Knights stationed at the Inquisition headquarters."

"Did they agree?" It was still the two of them who asked in unison. After all, such a thing was unique in the past.

It itself represents a lot of hidden meanings, not to mention the many changes that will be brought about after its specific implementation.

"Why not? After all, these cans, in terms of true affiliation, have always been directly under the Throne Court, and we are only in a cooperative relationship." This was the final explanation from Stadler.

The three of them had no intention of continuing the conversation, and it was only through this incident that they realized:

The Order of the Holy Hammer without the Inquisitor is still the Order of the Holy Hammer; but is there any need for the Order of the Holy Hammer without the Holy Hammer to exist?

Following Stadler's last words, the two people's thoughts also drifted to the distant Terra with the meaning contained in these words.

No one noticed that Stadler in the shadows had a tattoo on the inner side of his crossed fingers representing the Temple of Vennum, and he looked at the two people with a meaningful smile.

In the subspace, the spaceship carrying three people was still sailing quietly.

But how many people could arrive alive in the end could only be decided by fate.