Chapter 32: Out-of-control faith and the true resemblance of Jinghong Yi Lai
Human beings are a special race, which Calvin has always known and been proud of.
The short life cycle allows this race to have a reproduction speed that is unmatched by the Eldar race; also because of the short life span, the colors and changes in their souls within a hundred years are particularly intense.
The vast space of the Milky Way has experienced the rise, rise and fall of countless races and civilizations.
But among the three races that truly dominate this galaxy, only humans have such special characteristics.
The souls of the Eldar have stronger colors and desires, but the speed of population reproduction and the basic model of civilization determine that they are destined to self-destruct;
The civilization of the Necrontyr relies on external forces, and from its very beginning there are no sentient beings.
Only human beings can use their souls to provide the universe with the possibility of more variables in the context of the irreversible cycle of the universe heading towards extinction.
This is a blessing, because life is short and people are eager to bloom their brilliance, so the progress of civilization can be accelerated.
It is also a curse. In the ebb and flow of order and chaos based on the time unit of world reincarnation, only the soul output of human beings on this scale is worthy of the gods as the tentacles of the two camps in the eternal holy war.
Get the prize for final victory.
Faith is the best nourishment for their growth, and soul is the cornerstone for them to move towards a higher dimension after unifying their divine power.
Calvin was not yet clear about the relationship between gods and sentient beings.
But when the psychic halo he set up to protect the confidentiality of his identity aroused violent reactions among the millions of people watching the ceremony, he also passively experienced the worship of faith and soul.
The viewing area of the celebration is huge but small. Although the nearly one million spectators can be regarded as a huge crowd, but with the population of Ophelia 7 easily reaching tens of billions, only the true believers and the elite population of the sector can attend.
Qualified to attend.
More people are not qualified to enter the inner city of the City of Divine Grace, and can only participate in this important celebration ceremony through video broadcast in the outer city or satellite cities.
The atmosphere of the military parade had been set to an extreme before his appearance, and the emotions of the devotees who occupied the majority of the viewing platform had been heightened to the highest peak.
When 300 Gray Knights are wearing red power armor (the livery of the Exorcist Chapter), with an average height of 2.7 meters per person after wearing power armor, holding halberds in their hands and walking in goose, stars are guarding him like a moon.
When the throne appears.
The spiritual aura around him lifted the atmosphere of the entire ceremony in a direction that no one could predict.
The crowd of devout believers became the trigger of this storm of faith and were the first to kneel down after seeing Calvin.
The celebration in their eyes was sacred enough. When Calvin appeared on the throne in the eyes of everyone, under the reflection of the spiritual aura, they seemed to see the man who personally led the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Fists eight thousand years ago.
The existence of this land recovery.
The crowd was shocked by the holiness they saw in their eyes, and their enthusiastic cheers and sacred carols were temporarily silenced.
The devout people were the first to kneel down in tears and prayed wholeheartedly in the direction of Calvin to worship the emperor.
Under the guidance of the pure faith of the believers, huge spiritual power surged towards Calvin. Calvin also sensed this gathering of faith, but he never imagined that the end point of this power would be himself.
A large number of beliefs belonging to others suppressed his soul by chance. While Calvin felt the familiar pain reappearing, powerful external spiritual power was ruthlessly impacting his divine soul. p>
The Holy Emperor! The common master of mankind!
The Great Emperor! Save humanity and the darkness!
Countless voices prayed overlapping each other, and countless soul faith powers accompanied these voices and gathered in Calvin's ears.
His divine soul was like standing in front of a reservoir that was opening to release floods, bearing the impact of the faith of millions of imperial subjects on the auditorium.
Calvin also believed in the divine existence, but as an outsider, he never had the idea of becoming one with it.
The impact and assimilation of the power of faith on the soul can only create strong pressure in the face of the stone-hard nature of his divine soul, but cannot assimilate and erase his personality.
The psychic ring on Calvin's head began to shine, and with the Legion mode automatically activated, the defense mechanism in his soul was awakening and resisting.
The city of souls in the spiritual world sensed the erosion of external forces. Those redeemed souls spontaneously stopped what they were doing, and under the leadership of the warriors in the central hall, began to pray and support the gods they believed in.
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The hymns of voices echoed from that continent, and the huge sound waves surged to the sky and finally penetrated the clouds and appeared in reality.
The imperial subjects living in the distant Orps sector were inspired by the spirit at a certain moment and were strongly affected by certain emotions. They put down their things one after another and walked among the nearest emperor's icon.
Below, chanting the holy names of the Emperor and the Ashbringer.
Calvin's head hurt even more, and the outline of the real universe in his eyes was almost filled with the light of faith. The singing in his ears made him irritable and unbearable, and later the City of Souls joined in and sang in his ears.
The voice of the Ash Emissary eased his pain slightly.
Two rays of support from different directions saved his body. When a halo like a sun wheel appeared behind Calvin from a spiritual perspective, the prayers and chants of his holy name were also integrated into one place toward the crowd on the auditorium.
Diffusion.
But the crowd that was caught up in the frenzy could no longer distinguish the difference between the holy names in this sound, and their emotions had reached a climax under the leadership of the believers.
At the moment when these mortals may have the purest faith in their lives, they can also vaguely see the looming halo behind Calvin.
The miraculous response made the crowd on the auditorium kneel down, and the greater emotional resonance caused the tens of billions of people on the planet watching the ceremony to pray in unison outside the City of Divine Grace.
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A more powerful torrent of faith began to emerge and converge on the world of Ophelia No. 7. On the domes of countless Gothic churches above the City of Divine Grace, bells began to ring spontaneously.
In countless cloisters, chapels, and confessional rooms, relics and statues of saints shone brightly. The state priests had never seen such a magnificent and real miracle. After being shocked by their souls, they knelt down to pray and joined in this carnival of faith.
Among.
The emotions of tens of billions of human beings achieve epic resonance and synchronization at this moment.
This is probably the first time in human history that such a large-scale gathering of group will has been accomplished.
This huge force gathered and hovered over the City of Divine Grace. After dispersing the clouds in the sky, it followed the ray of light from the sun to the ground and descended towards Calvin's body.
The golden beam of light from the far end shines on Calvin. The Astartes and the nuns of the Anglican Church on the terrace in the distance looked at each other, and then looked at the cardinal beside him.
After sensing the doubts of his colleagues, the latter could only spread his hands innocently.
They paid enough courtesy to Lord Terra's visit, but they would never create an artificial "miracle" for him.
Calvin has completed the adjustment of his state at this time, and the pure faith of the believers serves as the forerunner of this force, giving him precious reaction time.
After switching to soul projection mode, he no longer uses his fragile body to bear this overwhelming power.
While the silver moon as big as a star appeared silently in the subspace, it also accepted all these external forces without hesitation, and then after sifting out and absorbing the impurities of desire and emotion,
Then it refracts away in the direction of distant Terra.
Yes, Calvin is not allowed to have faith, at least he does not need faith that does not belong to him.
This carnival of faith caused by a strange combination of circumstances was a crisis that he had not expected.
With no way to retreat, he could only passively bear these mistakes that led him to his own belief in the emperor, and then sort out and derive his thoughts.
This is a disaster that is unique to him, because if another mortal was present, he would not be able to touch the essence of faith.
This is also his opportunity, because the emotions and desires generated by the resonance of tens of billions of souls are exactly what he needs to supplement his own soul.
The scars on the core of Calvin's soul were objectively repaired by tens of billions of emotions;
This gain in basic base corresponds to the land in his spiritual world, which also expands outward again after being nourished by these emotions.
Large tracts of land rose violently in the sea of souls, and the vicissitudes of life emerged from this idealistic land in a short period of time.
From a theological perspective, the crisis caused by this religious riot and carnival eventually turned into a win-win situation for him and the emperor.
A huge amount of pure, unadulterated faith will greatly benefit the Holy One on Terra;
And the massive, countless emotions and desires have once again catalyzed the growth of the continent in Calvin's spiritual world, making it a tiny step closer to becoming a reality.
The voice of prayer finally calmed down after Calvin's figure disappeared.
As for this wave of waves set off by Calvin that occurred at the soul level, apart from pushing his psychic energy to a climax at a certain moment, only the Astartes Think Tank and the psykers in the distance had a slight sense of it. The Astropaths were also affected, but the call to prayer that filled the entire Ophelia galaxy only happened once every few decades. Apart from evading this particularly violent wave in time, they did not notice the level of faith.
Everything that happened.
The star Ophelia 7 in the subspace became extremely bright at a certain moment.
In the eyes of the navigators on all ships passing through the Storm Star Territory, there was a moment of spiritual brilliance that was no less than that of the Star Torch Court.
"No! Impossible!"
Stuart, the company commander of the Ultramarines garrison, looked seriously into the distance. His strong will allowed him to break through the outer perimeter of Calvin's psychic aura.
In a moment of shock, he saw some truth hidden in the halo.
The significance of Calvin's huge body made his hair stand on end. His undisguised epic silver power armor, and the regulations represented by the gorgeous carvings on his shoulder armor and chest, made him instinctively think of someone.
A still sleeping figure.
And when he concentrated again and looked at Calvin, the figure sitting on the throne once again returned to the Terminator power armor wearing the red paint of the Exorcist Chapter.
"My friend, have you discovered anything?"
Captain Hornthorne of the Imperial Fists noticed something unusual about Stewart, picked up his Terminator power armor and walked over to him with heavy steps to ask in a low voice.
"No...no..."
Stewart shook his head in denial. He slowly took off the Mark IV helmet he was wearing, and looked thoughtfully into the distance while breathing in the cool air around him.
The throne in the distance has passed under the terrace, and those unfamiliar Astartes warriors who are obviously higher than the average have also been guarding the huge throne, walking farther and farther in uniform steps.
Hornthorn also took off the bright yellow consul's helmet with a mane, and their eyes briefly collided and then separated.
There are too many details worthy of scrutiny in this military parade, not only the occasional appearance of Calvin and his identity worthy of scrutiny; those unfamiliar Astartes warriors are also suspicious.
Against the background that the average height of the Astartes Chapter warriors under the Empire is 2.3-2.5 meters, their height after wearing armor has obviously reached 2.7 meters, which has also significantly exceeded the growth extreme value brought by normal gene seeds.<
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This is not an exception of one or two, but all Astartes warriors in the queue!
This can't be the Exorcist Chapter, at least not the Exorcist they know!
The emblem of their chapter and the characteristics of their weapons have been firmly memorized by the two company commanders, and the speculation about their identities is in vague contrast with some information that only the Astartes know.
After returning to their respective home regiments later, the application for investigation and understanding of this chapter will be sent to their respective home regiments together with this information.
There are still many questions, but they cannot be discussed here.
At this time, apart from the monks of the state religion, only the battle nuns were left around the two of them. These armed orders, which were under the dual leadership of the state church and the Inquisition, were instinctively not on their trusted list.
The accumulation and foundation of the original battle group made them believe in each other's position. On this planet where multiple empires' high-sequence armed forces are stationed, they only have true respect for each other.
Both of them decided to discuss their thoughts and speculations privately after returning to their base.
Several leaders of the Sisters of Battle also had subtle eye contact after observing the strangeness between the two of them.
The grand military parade gradually came to an end. Behind the terrace, a low-ranking priest belonging to the state church appeared quietly beside the blood-red curtain, making a vague gesture to the cardinal in charge.
"The Supreme Manager has called me, so I would be sorry to excuse you."
The cardinal's face remained calm. After apologizing to the commanders in a low voice, he held a preaching staff covered with scriptures and walked inside accompanied by his entourage.
And when his gorgeous blood-red robe disappeared around the corner of the cloister, another cardinal took over the reception task, smiling and extending his right hand to invite everyone:
"The Supreme Lord, the Grand Inquisitor, will meet with the Supreme Administrator in the temples later. There is still time to rest, so please follow me..."