For thousands of Gray Knights, they successfully linked their spirits to each other, something that had never been done in previous training;

Their compatriots in the sky brought them tremendous pressure. Under this terrifying oppression, the sons of Calvin broke through the shackles of the past and reached an unprecedented spiritual level.

Phew! Drink!

The breathing of thousands of people proceeds at a unified frequency. Even if the individual voice is small, its neat chest resonance attracts the attention of the inquisitor in front.

"Quiet, the Silver Blade is about to arrive."

The Grand Master spoke with a calm expression, drawing the attention of Ms. Phaethon, the Inquisitor.

The latter was no longer distracted after being reminded by Urdas, and naturally did not see the smile hidden in the corner of the great mentor's eyes.

The sparks between the two troops have been ignited before they have even met. This kind of fighting spirit is something that the veteran appreciates very much. He will never allow the curiosity of the Inquisitor to disturb this competition that belongs only to the Gray Knights.

The sons of Calvin on the ground looked serious. They were excited about the new realm and had a deeper understanding of the spiritual power of order;

It also allowed them to have more awe of the will of the legions above them when they experienced this power.

When the Thunder Eagle descended on their heads with that huge will, a loose but energetic collection of psychic energy had taken shape.
Chapter completed!