Chapter 609: War in the Gothic Sky (Thirteen) Garo, the Last Elegy!

"Motarion."

Calvin's eyes passed outside Marcus's fortress, and the thousands of Death Guards who stopped attacking because of the order.

The bursting gunfire and the pungent smoke could not cover the roar of the warship tearing the atmosphere under the support of the void shield. Even if the distance was so far that there was only a little shadow, Calvin could clearly know the identity of the person standing on the deck of the warship.

"Who are you?" The questioner surprised Calvin, and then he withdrew his eyes from the distance.

"Can you see me?" He looked at the gray-armored giant, and the other's eyes penetrated the void.

"No..." The pressure from the sky was still raging in the air, and Garo turned around and faced the figure who jumped off the warship.

He raised his hand and pointed at his helmet, and whispered at a distance where no one could notice:

"But you see, the space here is so small, it's hard for me to pretend that I don't know that there is a second voice."

"But you don't look panicked?" Calvin continued to ask, sensing Garro's state, because he didn't feel any details of vigilance and alertness from this Astartes warrior.

He first found it interesting, and then he suddenly realized it after sensing some kind of power.

"Oh, this is really wonderful!" He looked at Garro in front of him, but seemed to penetrate the giant in front of him and look at the farther space.

His consciousness extended in the void, his vision penetrated steel, soil, mountains, and even air, and then in the sky in the other direction of the fortress, his consciousness passed over several seriously injured Astartes warriors and met the woman who was shrinking in the deepest part of the cabin and looking up in astonishment.

The collision happened in an instant, but it was a simple contact.

At that moment, Calvin's will spread coldly and silently like a sudden river of mercury. After passing through the body and soul of the first generation of living saints, he even had time to go deeper and look at the existence that was still in its infancy.

And feeling this kind of peeping, the existence also briefly awakened from the dormancy that was in the making, and looked at him with a gaze that transcended time and space.

"Who are you?" The gaze was a little confused at first, and then understood in an instant.

"So, there is still hope?"

"Yes." Calvin looked at him and answered affirmatively:

"There is still hope."

"Good!" He looked at Calvin and said, and then fell into a long sleep again.

The conversation in the void started and ended abruptly, without even a millisecond in reality.

Calvin, who stayed in place, was thoughtful and further confirmed some of his conjectures.

"So..."

"Is it because everyone is looking forward to it that you appear? And is it because everyone believes that you exist?"

He whispered to himself, and then turned his eyes to reality.

"As you can see." Calvin said. "You, or you, can trust me to a limited extent."

"Do I have a choice?" The first generation of living saints obviously didn't know what had just happened, but what she knew was:

The person in front of her was not destroyed or hostile after contact with that great existence. She even felt absurdly that there was some complex relationship between the two that was even more difficult for her to understand.

And no matter what the truth was, she needed to make her decision now.

"What is your purpose?" Garo couldn't detect the complexity of Qile's heart, but she could also know her acquiescence from a rough perception.

While looking at the distant sky, the gene primarch who betrayed the Emperor was approaching, and asked Calvin, wanting to know what he could do for him.

It is undeniable that from the beginning of the Eisenstein, this long journey has come to this point, he has seen too many things that subverted his cognition.

Whether he accepts it or not, the rebellious warmaster, the fallen primarch, Qile who holds a certain power, and even Calvin in front of him, let him know that in the field he cannot see, there is another equally important war going on.

"Him." Calvin said briefly, and his communication with the former captain of the seventh company of the Death Guard was directed at the fallen man who was falling from the sky.

"Sure enough, what can I do for you? Can you kill him?"

Garro felt Calvin's thoughts, and unexpectedly learned to communicate with his thoughts without a teacher in a short moment.

"Unfortunately, I can't, at least not now." Calvin's answer made Garro's eyes slightly dim.

"That's a pity." Garro muttered to himself, but his strong character and the oath he made from beginning to end made him behave particularly freely in the predetermined fate of death.

"Unfortunately, but this fate has been determined." Calvin couldn't help explaining to him, and Garro, who knew everything from Calvin's thought flow, was slightly stunned, and then greeted Mortarion who was walking towards him, showing a smile that puzzled the latter.

"What are you laughing at?" The body of the Fallen Primarch was as majestic as a demigod, and the question he asked Garo was as loud as thunder.

But Garo ignored him and just closed his eyes.

"So, we won in the end, and we finally defended Terra, right?"

"Yes, at least in my timeline, they were finally expelled back to their nest."

"That's good... That's good!"

He said softly in his mind, then looked at the person who once had his loyalty, and asked Calvin in his mind: "What should I do?"

"Do whatever you want." Calvin replied.

"I understand." He took a deep breath and tidied his appearance for the final battle.

"You are from the future, so you can't change the current ending?" He asked Calvin.

"Well, in theory, it's like this. The established fate cannot be changed, and even if you interfere, it will be repaired by time." Calvin was also a little uncertain.

But he immediately understood what Garo meant - even if the fate is already determined, even if all this is just a reflection of the tragedy that has already happened, so what?

Is it because all this is already determined, should he sit back and watch the last loyal representative of the Death Guard die in front of him?

"You can try!" His tone began to be excited, and the huge psychic will, like the first generation living saint Euphrates Qile, penetrated into Jialuo's body secretly and quickly!

"Come, accept it!" Calvin felt the soul of the seventh captain, and while marveling at his tenacity, he accurately found his endurance limit.

"One strike, my power is different from it, and comes from a more distant time and space." Calvin told Jialuo:

"You can rely on Qile, trust and use the power she gives you, but my power is only one strike, you can only use it at the critical moment!"

"Understood!" Jialuo opened his eyes from meditation and said as he looked at the huge body that was walking towards him.

"This time, he must remember it forever!"

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