Calvin, who has resurfaced from the river of time, is still busy. In the spiritual world, Calvin observes the flame that represents the possibility of transcending the ordinary, and it stays in the center of his soul.
It is like the heart of the soul, beating breath by breath corresponding to the pulse of the real body.
Each wave absorbs the memories and emotions Calvin gained from those comrades, and in the next wave, the transformed part is given divine gold, feeding back to Calvin's entire soul.
When these memories are completely absorbed, it is also the time when Calvin can fully master the divine power and awaken.
But this efficiency is too slow. According to its current speed, Calvin will not be able to digest tens of thousands of his own memories from different timelines until the end of his life.
This is a happy worry, because mortals will not have the opportunity to be so distressed. This is indeed a curse from this universe, because the birth of every divine creature is nothing more than a great miracle and an act that breaks the rules of the universe.
How can we not be punished?
How could there be no price behind such a dazzling light? It’s just that too many coincidences prevented Calvin from experiencing the hardship behind this divinity.
If it were another person, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to take the first step. After all, it's the essence of the soul that gives Calvin the basic possibility to transcend time. If it were another person, just this first step would be enough for others to hope for.
Xingtan.
And in the process of compressing and igniting the first divine flame, those souls, if it were not for countless similar souls holding the same consciousness, would have allowed them to voluntarily give up themselves when they came together, and even spontaneously suppressed their own.
If it were a memory, then Calvin would not be able to withstand such heavy pressure. What would happen if his schizophrenia were multiplied a hundred thousand times? Calvin couldn't imagine it.
Even so, the price you have to pay is just to be postponed and it is impossible to get rid of the bill.
With the ignition of divinity, the souls finally reunite as one, and this part of the price does not need to be paid. But the massive memories they left behind still remain in the embodiment of Calvin's soul, waiting for him to sort them out. If every external memory cannot be cleaned up, then Calvin's self-understanding may be biased.
Then one day, when he needs to be an enemy of the gods, every vague memory he has now brings incomplete self-understanding. It is a loophole that the opponent can take advantage of, and it can also be used to kill
The poison and sword of his personality.
So Calvin in the spiritual world is now facing a very difficult problem: how to complete the sorting of more than 10,000 memories in a short period of time during the transformation surgery.
Even though the brain's clock is much faster than real time, this late burden is still far beyond Calvin's ability.
In the real world, after several days of replacement and development at the genetic level, the effects of Calvin's transformation surgery began to slowly appear.
From the middle of the operation, his body began to grow rapidly due to the excessive supply provided by the pharmacist brothers regardless of cost: his height once again grew from 215 cm to a full 280 cm, and his weight also increased by 30 kilograms.
The excessive growth rate causes the pituitary gland to distribute most of the nutrients it consumes to bones and organs, leaving unimportant parts like muscles to wait.
So now, in the sight of the pharmacists, floating in the life-sustaining capsule is such a grotesque figure over nine feet tall, with thick joints but not much muscle.
"Has Terra's reply arrived?" the chief pharmacist stood at the same place. He crossed his arms and looked up at Calvin in the cabin while asking the pharmacist in charge of liaison without looking back.
"Here we are, according to the reply, the messenger is already on the way." said the pharmacist in charge of liaison.
"Then get ready to start. If we can survive this, we will have one more brother." The chief pharmacist waved his hand and issued an order to the surgical team in the room.
After receiving the order, the pharmacists began to transfer Calvin from the cabin to the operating table.
On the other side, the last part of the Astartes transformation - the black carapace known as a living cancer has also been cut and ready.
At the same time, the messenger from Terra also rode a spaceship through the fog and arrived at Titan.
After a simple confirmation, this mysterious messenger went straight to the operating room alone with the important supplies that he personally kept. He didn't need any prompts along the way, and he could proceed non-stop through the complex steps of the Gray Knight Fortress.
Going straight to the medical room from the corridor, it is obvious that this is not the first time he has performed this mission.
"Bang-bang-bang" The heavy and steady steps were as precise and powerful as if they were adjusted by a clock. As the steps approached, the door of the medical room was opened, and a man wearing a black watchman helmet
The tall figure wearing the iconic adamantine power armor of the Forbidden Army walked in.
The Imperial Guard, an imperial guard from the Throne Court, came here with direct orders from Trajan, the Marshal of the Imperial Guard, and special supplies promised to the Gray Knights.
The visitor walked straight to the operating table, and after observing Calvin lying on the bed, a deep voice came from under the helmet.
"Is it him?"
"That's him, the only successful candidate for this transformation. The information is here, please check." The chief pharmacist replied while gesturing to the pharmacist next to him to take out Calvin's identity information.
"The information has been confirmed, there are no problems. Then get ready to start." After quickly but carefully reading the information, the envoy of the Forbidden Army did not intend to leave, so he stood beside the operating table.
The pharmacists seemed to take it for granted, and began to make incisions in various parts of Calvin's body in an orderly manner, and inserted black carapace that had been cut into appropriate sizes into the incisions.
During this series of operations, the position of the Imperial Guard miraculously did not affect their operations at all. It seems that this position belongs to the "old place" of these emperor's envoys.
When the carapace was implanted and all wounds were sutured, the envoy of the Imperial Army straightened up and carefully took out a golden box from a storage box on the inside of his breastplate.
When all the pharmacists saw it, they all put away their work and knelt down to it:
"Holy is my emperor! Nurturing me with your blood! How great is my lord! Give me your spirit!"
The imperial envoy calmly took out a small crystal test tube from the box, where the half-gold and half-red liquid gave off strange colors under the pale light in the medical cabin.
He held the test tube more carefully with both hands, suspended it over the only unsewed wound on Calvin's chest, carefully pulled out the stopper, and gently injected the liquid inside until there was nothing in the test tube. He
His posture remained still, as if he was confirming whether his mission was successfully completed.
The pharmacists continued to kneel and remained solemn throughout the process. Looking at the scene in front of them, they felt as if they were witnessing their own birth, and they still did not feel tired even though they had seen it a thousand times. It was not until the envoy of the Imperial Army put away the test tubes that they stood up one after another. The sacred ceremony should have come to an end, and the pharmacists began to prepare to sew up Calvin's wounds and quickly return him to the life-support cabin. However, unexpectedly, the Imperial Guard did not turn around and leave, but calmly spoke again:
"Wait a minute, in the name of Lord Trajan, the Marshal of the Throne Court, I have brought another thing."