On the flight deck, or the space that used to be the flight deck and the war preparation hangar below it, among the ruins, two giants were "face-to-face" less than a hundred meters apart, fighting each other in suffocating murderous intent and silence.
Watching, no one wants to take a step back.
The fine gold handle of the war hammer in Calvin's hand was rubbed against a metal glove made of the same material, making a tooth-aching sound;
The two power swords held in both hands by "Alfaris" echo with each other's breathing in front of him and behind him, much like the emblem of his own legion - a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.
It's time to get serious. Calvin thought. After the two tried all conventional fighting methods, they should have ended peacefully.
But a word that shouldn't be said and the details of the equipment that were accidentally exposed made the two original bodies tighten their nerves again, and there was even a clear undercurrent of murderous intention surging in the confrontation between them.
Calvin doesn't know what the opponent's trump card is, but as far as he is concerned, his biggest hidden trump card is the power of order itself, which is rarely used directly among psychic powers.
This power is too cool and extreme. In his eyes, it is actually the same as the twisted power in the hands of the Chaos Gods. When the power of order appears in the mortal world as the extreme power on the other side of the scale, it has an unstoppable "
"Correction" is equally dangerous and deadly.
Almost nothing can resist this power. Even Calvin himself controls this power with unreasonable authority brought by his soul.
And even when he uses this fierce power, he still needs to pay attention to its proportion in spiritual energy to avoid causing a huge burden on the body.
Don’t even think about other people. Calvin did experiments:
Even cold metal will be destroyed at the atomic level because the crystallized state cannot be completely symmetrical, let alone the chaotic body of mortals and the soul occupied by desire.
When pure "order" is not assisted by "redemption", its extreme power attributes are like a sword that is too sharp.
While Calvin relies on it and cuts it towards the demon of chaos, he is also constantly reminding Calvin that the blade directed towards him is also dangerous.
In the current dangerous environment, Calvin obviously cannot care about these risks.
A Primarch or quasi-Primarch level opponent was right in front of him.
The special thing about the original body is that there may indeed be a difference in power between them.
But if it comes to a critical moment of life and death, no one is truly defenseless. (Luojia is an exception. When he was growing up, he had an instinctive rejection of force, especially his rare spiritual power.
, causing him to be the one with the worst ability to develop personal power among all the originals. Moreover, the battle with Corax can be said to be completely restrained by type, which is why such an embarrassing scene occurred.)
As if sensing something extraordinary, "Alfaris" across from him moved his eyes slightly. His aura fell instead of rising, and his whole person became more dangerous.
He stared closely at the war hammer in Calvin's hand. The originally surging spiritual energy fluctuations there were being replaced by a completely unfamiliar white-gold flame that gave him an extremely dangerous feeling!
"If you can't get hit, you might really die!"
The instincts of the soul and body were activated at the same time, and Alpharius's heart fluctuated violently, weighing the current situation:
This body can certainly be lost, or it is a disposable consumable.
But he had a strange premonition that once he was hit by the power in Calvin's hand, even his body far away would not be able to escape the pursuit and damage at the soul level!
"It's a worthwhile trip..." Alpharius praised in his heart.
After careful thinking and weighing, the Lord of Hydra finally chose to trust his intuition.
"You'd better put that thing away..." Alpharius said.
"No fight?" Calvin raised his eyebrows, sensing a sign of concession from the other person's body language.
"Hey! Don't be too proud of yourself! Ahem..."
A stream of blood overflowed from the mouth of "Alfaris". Calvin could tell from his metabolic system that had begun to collapse that there was not much time left for him to communicate with the body in front of him.
Yes, after all, this is just a fake that swallowed the blood of the original body.
Being able to fight against him for so long is partly because "Alfaris" suppressed the body's self-protection instinct and unleashed all its potential;
On the other hand, it can only be said that Calvin is probably still a long way from the true strength of the Primarch.
"Demigod..." Calvin sighed inwardly.
Although he had already stood at a height that was beyond the reach of the Astartes, only when he reached that height did he know how powerful the once active "Children of the Emperor" were.
"You are not the original body!" Alpharius looked at Calvin and made a comment that surprised him but also expected him.
"Why?" Calvin asked.
"You smell too human," Alpharius said.
"Huh?" This answer obviously exceeded Calvin's expectations, and he had thought about what Alpharius might say:
For example, his own strength growth rate is obviously slower than that of other Primarchs recorded in the imperial data:
For example, your body is not genetically modified, but developed naturally;
Another example is that I have not yet met the emperor in the physical universe, and I have not received the latter's "official recognition";
But the only thing he didn't expect was that the genuine Primarch in front of him, the majestic Lord of the Alpha Legion, would focus on such a strange angle.
However, Alpharius's comments continued, and Calvin continued to listen.
"I don't know where 'that person' found your soul, and why your soul can withstand and adapt to the body in front of you.
But I can responsibly say that the essence of the souls of all the Primarchs before you appeared were inhuman."
"What's the reason?" Calvin spread his psychic energy outwards to eliminate all possibilities of eavesdropping, and then asked Alpharius seriously.
All information about the body and soul of the Primarch is a secret that is difficult to find in the Empire.
All their information was destroyed in the "accidental" subspace storm after the Emperor completed their cultivation.
Calvin originally suffered from the lack of comparison and did not know the difference between him and the original Primarch. But when a real person involved took the initiative to mention this in front of him, he certainly would not miss this opportunity.
"The reason? The reason is that we are not human beings, but you are."
As if anticipating Calvin's next question, "Alfaris" followed his own words and continued speaking.
"We are tools!
He is the leader of the legion that the Emperor uses to complete his unification of humanity;
It is the genetic template for all Astartes;
It is the strategic cornerstone that he uses to replace him when he cannot determine all strategic directions by himself.
But we are still tools!
Nothing has changed about this from beginning to end!
Take me as an example, I have had my own consciousness since I was born!
I even know how my consciousness was built step by step!
I watched my body grow from scratch with my own eyes!
I knew from the beginning that I would have the power and the lifelong mission that matches it!"
Maybe it's recalling those ancient memories, or maybe it's the first time in a long time that I can find someone to talk to.
Alpharius stepped forward until he stood in front of Calvin and looked directly into his eyes.
"And you?
Before we had a complete world view, we already had to carry this ‘demigod body’ that was far beyond what ordinary souls could control.
And what about you?
Before we even had a chance to consider our own priorities, we had to shoulder the hopes of tens of thousands of legionnaires and become their genetic fathers.
And what about you?"
"Maybe this is a personal problem for you? As far as I know, other Primarchs have experienced growing up in human families."
Calvin retorted.
"Ha! Can you accept that a baby will grow from a babbling child to a young man in ten years, and then become a giant beyond his knowledge?
Can you accept that a person is born with endless experiences and has a terrifying learning efficiency like a machine?
Can you accept that a person is born with a sense that exceeds that of a beast, and can directly read your inner thoughts?
What if these advantages were concentrated in one person?
That is no longer something that a genius can explain..."
Alpharius sighed:
"When such a person appears among the crowd, in addition to admiration, people only have fear.
The fear of a being that looks similar to humans but does not belong to the same race..."
Calvin was silent. After listening to Alpharius's confession, he could almost imagine how those Primarchs grew up under the strange eyes of the crowd when they were young.
The label of inhumanity will run through the growth stages of these children, and unconscious rejection due to fear will fill their lives, everywhere.
And if this child has complete consciousness from the beginning, then...
Calvin could imagine nothing worse.
This is like a young dragon hiding in a herd. In order to survive, he must always remind himself not to cross the line and restrain his minions at every moment in life, so as not to be driven out of the herd due to an outbreak of fear.
……
Or, he can only decide not to interact with anyone from the very beginning, and hide alone in the corner of the world to complete his growth and transformation.
"You see, that's what we are like. And you are completely another attempt by the Emperor."
Alpharius said slightly mockingly.
"Maybe he finally discovered the flaws in our tools after being taught a lesson, or maybe your arrival enabled him to complete some kind of conjecture.
But no matter what, you are taking a completely different path from us."
"Different paths?" Calvin chewed on this word, mentally recalling all the experiences he had since coming to this world. In hindsight, he discovered some details that he had never paid attention to, but now it seems that they do not belong to the original body.
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He never regards himself as an alien, so he never feels lonely;
He has never regarded himself as a special existence, and naturally he will not put his own destiny above the destiny of mankind;
He never thinks that his wisdom is greater than that of his comrades, so he will not make mistakes caused by arrogance;
He never had to disguise himself as a human being, which is why his legions had so much laughter, rather than embarrassment hidden under seriousness.
"Look, you understand what I mean." Alpharius looked at Calvin and said.
"You had a human soul from the beginning, not a poor imitator like us.
You don’t need to be questioned about your final position, and naturally you won’t have to worry about being hidden by all the birds..."
"So?" Calvin asked in a hesitant voice. He somewhat understood the confusion experienced by those original bodies, and he also understood the heavy burden of shouldering the hopes of legionnaires when his future was unclear. p>
"So, maybe you are the hope...and us."
Alpharius pointed his finger at himself mockingly.