Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 112 Talking and laughing, there is a blacksmith

In the depths of the quiet subspace, the Revenant Redeemer is still driving quietly in the dark background
After entering the subspace, there are very few people on board. Most of them have entered a specific sleep state during non-duty hours. Way.

Calvin sat in the equipment room of his dormitory, carefully maintaining his armor and weapons.

The shoulder armor of the finely crafted Terminator power armor has been disassembled at this time, and the one-inch-thick ceramic steel and fine gold composite metal shoulder armor is being carefully wiped in his hands.

There wasn't a lot of dust on the shoulder armor. After Calvin cleaned it, the entire metal exterior was extremely clean. The three-dimensional reliefs and the holy scriptures made of pure gold on the edges were warm and bright after being wiped with holy oil.

It was a ceremonial job that he rarely handed over to slave labor.Because in the process of quiet maintenance, Calvin's mind also obtained a long-lost tranquility with the movement of wiping his hands.

Calvin seldom read those prayers about the God-Emperor, because in his mind the God-Emperor was never a superior god.

Regardless of whether the existence that retains his wandering soul today is a god, or exists in other ways, he has always firmly believed that the original intention of the other party has never changed.

And their initial encounter and subsequent agreement were also established based on each other's high self-identity with the human race.

With such a solid foundation, Calvin had reason to believe that no matter whether it was the God-Emperor or himself, no matter what changes occurred in him in the future journey, the heart that belonged to human beings would not change.

Be it gods or humans.Their positions will not shift in any way, that's enough.

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and with Calvin's permission, Captain Yule of the Silver Blade walked in.

Passing through the empty living room, Yule saw Calvin sitting in front of the equipment rack after entering the equipment room.

"You like this armor very much? He looks really good." Yule leaned leaning against the door of the equipment room, and his voice was heard from the direction of the door to Calvin's ear as he continued to work with his head down.

Calvin frowned. He didn't like the frivolous tone of discussing his armor, which was in a way closer than any of his combat partners.

And making flippant judgments about one of your closest comrades in front of a soldier is no different than saying "Your wife is awesome" to a guy in front of you.

This is a rash provocation, or a well-prepared temptation.

But Calvin is no longer a young man. His warrior heart has long since been forged in two lifetimes as firm as steel and as magnificent as the deep sea.

Regardless of whether it was the experience from being proud of life to dying in depression in the previous life, or the inhuman training and spiritual sublimation he received in this life, the violent and reckless part of his soul has long since ceased to exist.

Anger is also a precious asset, and it is better to accumulate it silently than to squander it randomly.

This is a truth he has realized as a mature fighter, so regarding Yu Le's frivolity, he chose to wait and see before acting.

Calvin did not answer Jule's question, but continued to focus on his own work. After carefully wiping and oiling the last disassembled parts, he carefully put them back together.

When all the parts were in place, the power armor that received the activation command made a soft, clean and regular hum.

Calvin knew that regardless of whether the machine spirit transformed by the omnipotent Ohm Messiah really existed in this outstanding work of art, at least for now, the state of the thinker servo in the Terminator Power Armor was healthy and happy, which enough.

In the quiet equipment room, Calvin, who was dressed in simple linen uniforms, did not have any extra decorations or embellishments except for the silver-blue dharma ring on his head.

But his existence has not been weakened a little because of this. In other words, when a 3.15-meter-tall giant looks at you with vicissitudes and wisdom like a god, he himself is a declaration and embodiment of miracles.

Or, when such an existence looks at you in silence with his unique platinum pupils, without any words, you already feel the pressure from your soul.

Yu Le bears the brunt, Yu Le expressed a little panic, Yu Le expressed his surrender.

"Okay, okay! I apologize, I apologize for my frivolous words!" The giant at the door raised his hands to show his concession.

He laughed and complained about the pressure Calvin put on him:
"I said that the newcomers nowadays are so serious that they can't stand a little joke..."

Then he couldn't continue his rhetoric in the questioning of Calvin's eyes again, and he had no choice but to turn the topic to the main topic:
"I heard from Golden that your armor doesn't fit again."

Calvin glared at Yule. It was really a matter of which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted. This is what he was troubled with recently.

Even when the forging soldiers had noticed Calvin's growth expectations under the reminders of the great mentors when building this armor, the room left for him in this pair of power armor still couldn't hold on for too long.

After all, there is a limit to the concept of margin, and it is not impossible to have more, but that would be at the expense of the synergy of Power Armor.

However, as weapons and tools of war, combat performance is the core standard that cannot be compromised in the eyes of technical sergeants.

Any equipment must take this as the core standard, and Power Armor is no exception.So Calvin could only be told by the casting sergeant when he received his power armor: under the most optimistic estimate, this power armor can only accompany him for 50 years.

He had such a psychological expectation, but in less than ten years, his expensive special Seiko Terminator had no room left.

The hard allowance had been exhausted before his first return to Terra, and if he hadn't opened up the soft structures between the parts as much as possible, the armor's lifespan would have been even less.

But even with the addition of 10 centimeters of soft structure, there is no room for a total of 17 centimeters at this time.

Especially for the finger part, the soft conductive structure on the parts at this position is better, but it is difficult to handle the hard hand armor, especially the fingernails.

The one-shot castings of all adamantium leave little room for adjustment, and neither the High Decree nor the cast sergeant on the Wraith Redeemer can do anything about it.

He could only make do with the pottery steel parts made temporarily by the sergeants on the ship.

But temporary things can only be used temporarily, and the structure of ceramic steel castings is far less stable than fine gold, not to mention that his original fine gold gauntlets have five complete spiritual conduction crystals engraved on them!

Facing this level of precision components, the foundry sergeants stationed on the ship had neither materials nor equipment.

In vain, all Calvin can do is to recognize the reality and recognize the reality.

But today, this Jule, who came to the door rashly, is still talking about his pain. Can he, Calvin, give him a good face?
Primarchs have tempers too!It is necessary for him to let this veteran know what it means to be a pain maker on the training ground!I think Calvin also had a resounding title of "War Blacksmith" on Titan back then!
Thinking of this, the corner of Calvin's mouth was half a smile, and he extended his invitation to Yule.

Ask him, as a veteran, a company commander of the Silver Blade who specializes in recruit training, to fulfill his obligations, and come to accompany Calvin on the training ground to find his lack of cold weapon skills.

This smile is not funny at all, and Captain Yule smelled the conspiracy immediately.He understands that he has talked enough nonsense, and if he continues, there is a high probability that his evening will not be guaranteed.

When the crisis was imminent, he didn't care about his decency at the moment, and finally confessed his intentions to Calvin frankly under the pressure:
"In the equipment room of the training hall, there are good things specially brought to you by the great instructor before I set off!"

Then, just as he had done on the bridge before, he slipped away.

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(End of this chapter)