Chapter 158 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (8) Sharing
Soul...
Calvin fell into thinking in this temple of his own. This most fundamental and heavy sustenance was undoubtedly an unexpected burden for him.
Fortunately, he had the opportunity to transform his soul from the very beginning, and fortunately he had the authority to purify his soul. Otherwise, he would hardly be able to imagine what impact these billions of souls would have on him after they entered his spiritual world.
What impact will the will have?
These are not those demons that Calvin can devour without scruple to make up for his own shortcomings. These are the same kind that he recognizes in another universe. He can only let them live in his own spiritual world after making a promise.
Sleep peacefully.
How many souls are there already? Calvin never paid attention after the original SATA galaxy war.
But just now, as his mind turned, all the souls in the spiritual world appeared in his field of vision.
7531095600 people……
A total of 7.5 billion souls, and even this number that makes Calvin's scalp numb is just a few more people who have been affected by the war or died in the decades of war in the Storm Star Territory.
Just a fraction.
Just like the propaganda of the Imperial Church in the Star Storm Territory, Calvin is nothing more than the Emperor's apostle walking on earth.
Therefore, when people in the Storm Star Territory finally face death under the cohesion of their faith, most of them still choose the direction of the Golden Throne.
And this is just the Storm Star Territory.
What about the Pacific Star Territory?
What about the extreme star field?
And what about that hazy star field that is always in the most intense war because of the existence of the Eye of Terror?
How many souls are flocking to the Golden Throne every moment? How many souls are flocking to the Golden Throne in the entire empire in the past ten thousand years?
What was their final outcome?
How did the Emperor bear this burden that even the greatest burden could not describe?
Calvin finally turned around and stared at the imperial icon behind him, putting aside this question for the time being. This huge statue in Calvin's spiritual world only reflected the ideal in his heart and silently responded to his gaze.
Oh, and unyielding.
After Cerbos left, Calvin once again thought of his latest harvest. In response to his call, this newly grown "feather" appeared in his palm with a faint light.
Unyielding, this was what he gained from Cerbos and the dead sons of Guilliman, and it was also a precious quality that these Astartes showed him through centuries of fierce battles.
This concept has not yet grown up and possesses all the incredible powers that other concepts have. It is now just the tiniest candle burning quietly in his hand.
It is not even close to being truly complete, but even the most incomplete "unyielding" is just like its name, and will benefit all those who feel it at the soul level.
Calvin could already feel the difference in him, the moment this feather appeared.
On the crown of the source of his own faith, among the thorns composed of thirteen steel branches, with the emergence of "Unyielding", a new flame has been ignited.
And as this new flame lights up, all the dead souls in the pure land of souls are inspired by it.
After being inspired by this spirit, they all showed Calvin the various interpretations of this spirit in human civilization according to their different identities.
Unyielding is not tyranny, it is the eyes of the soldiers who are more determined when holding weapons in their hands.
Unyielding is not anger, it is the sweat of the farmers who are still working hard despite being devastated after the war.
Unyielding is not an insatiable desire, it is a scholar who knows that the road ahead is dark but still keeps trying.
Unyielding is not the instinct that is difficult to let go when facing death, but the heart that still loves the world after truly understanding despair...
And this influence is also happening in the real world at the same time, happening to all people closely related to Calvin.
The people aboard the Relentless Jihad bore the brunt of the attack. Regardless of their identities, they all felt a certain kind of baptism and sublimation of their souls at this moment.
People who are awake become more determined after work, while people who fall into dormancy feel a moment of stability and tranquility in their sleep...
The Gray Knights and the Tindalos Legion, who were fighting in the distance, felt that their hearts were filled with new strength after intense mental exhaustion.
Countless people who chanted the name of St. Calvin in the flames of war also felt the comfort from afar at this moment...
"Let it go where it should go, because if it were Him, more people would probably benefit..."
Calvin thought so and did the same thing.
He stared at this precious "feather" without hesitation, and then knelt down on one knee in front of the emperor's statue.
He tried to muster his own will, stirring up the power of the subspace while establishing a communication channel with the Emperor, and then offered this "feather" to His hands at the moment when he was connected to that star-like dazzling existence.
"Um, what is that..."
Navigator Harlins sat on his throne, his energy always maintained in the psychic vision. At the moment when Calvin summoned Terra, in his vision, the star torch originally used to refer to the coordinates was not in the right position.
Lights up normally.
The momentary highlight made his three eyes sting to the point of tears, and in his mind's perception, the existence he had been lucky enough to see had arrived at this moment.
"The throne is up!" His shouts sounded simultaneously with those of the astropaths next door, while the psychic choirs located across the wall were prostrate on the ground, chanting the emperor's holy name.
It was completely different from reality. The black light filled their entire perception. The light was so blazing and so cold. Just when they thought they were going to die for it, this power came with them again.
Like a Leviathan swimming through the void, it passed by them silently.
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Gray Knights also sensed this power, and they are so familiar with this power. All the Gray Knights in the entire fleet were at this moment.
Hold weapons and salute, paying the highest respect to this being who shoulders the destiny of mankind.
With his eyes closed, Calvin felt the familiar power. The moment it came, the weight in Calvin's hand also lightened.
He slowly opened his eyes in the spiritual world. The holy statue in front of him had disappeared without knowing when, and there was only a tall light and shadow standing on the high platform.
"Don't you think it's a pity?" a slightly cold voice asked meaningfully.
This sound was very similar to the one he heard last time, but there were subtle differences.
"What's the pity?" Calvin looked at that figure, but couldn't see his face clearly. Endless light surrounded him, but there was darkness under the white-gold robe.
"Faith, power...and rights. Isn't it a pity?" the figure said.
"I have no such intention," Calvin replied simply.
There are no lies in the spiritual world, only how much truth you are willing to reveal. At this time, Calvin had no reservations about this figure, and his entire spirit was under the observation of the person in front of him.
He was convinced that the being in front of him was still the Emperor, but he could feel that His will was not the one he saw last time.
The divine personality? No, not Him.
If it were a divine emperor, then there would be no way to hide the coldness in his bones, and he would not bother to hide it. With his behavior, there is a high probability that he would only give an order to Calvin to continue and then leave, and would never do this for this.
If this question stays here even for one more second...
Who could that be?
After Calvin immediately ruled out the inference of the "God Emperor", he vaguely remembered some legends about the Emperor...
"Interesting idea...but I have to say, it's quite close to reality."
The tall light and shadow sensed Calvin's thoughts and said with unclear meaning. However, he was not interested in explaining Calvin's doubts, but continued to ask the question just now:
"What about responsibility, or ambition?"
"Responsibility? Ambition?" Calvin subconsciously repeated the words of the light and shadow, and the efficiency of will communication in the spiritual world was far beyond that of language in reality. He understood the meaning behind his words almost in the next second.
"Ambition? That kind of monster born of responsibility and ambition..." Calvin habitually confirmed to the latter, and then got confirmation in the silence of the light and shadow.
"Yes!" Calvin replied.
"In the world I was born in, my nation has never been shy about this. We believe in it based on pragmatism and find our own place." This sentence was said by Calvin without thinking, but the figure was actually
I fell into thinking because of the semantics.
This is a clear communication of Calvin's will, that is, in prosperous times, we are willing to live in peace in the world, and in troubled times, we should live up to our destiny.
He made no secret of his thoughts on responsibilities and ambitions, but he also clearly expressed his attitude that he would always put the destiny of the entire human race first.
"Interesting ideas, interesting civilization..." The light and shadow left this comment, and then disappeared into Calvin's spiritual world.
The "feather" also followed the light and shadow after leaving him, and as the concept called "unyielding" returned, Calvin could feel all the people in the entire galaxy who considered themselves human, including him.
Life is benefiting from this.
Their souls have been consolidated in this baptism, and their will has become stronger in this sublimation. The corruption and distortion of chaos will pay a higher cost, and the temptation and deception of the devil will also pay a higher price.
After this battle, the positive emotions of the entire human race have increased visibly. Facing the endless negative emotions in the subspace, those new positive emotions are like antimatter existences, interacting with the negative energy in the surging energy tide.
Confront each other, and then annihilate each other...
This change is not strong in the entire galaxy, but it still makes the Chaos Gods open their vigilant eyes.
Because this is the first rise and counterattack of positive emotions in the universe since the War in Heaven in the entire galaxy and even the entire subspace!
Have they ever been subjected to such the most arrogant provocation!
How have they ever felt such a threat that endangers the very foundation of their existence!
The entities of the Chaos Gods have awakened one after another in the long river of time, and the depths of the subspace belong to the stage of the gods, and the endless bloody battle has also come to a rare stagnation!
The eyes of the gods have swept through every corner in the long river of time, but except for the existence that has been harvested and returned to Terra, they have rarely been able to find any traces or opportunities to make a comeback...
This is not the first time. The disappearance of those "seeds" has aroused the vigilance of the gods before.
Across the curtain between the supreme heaven and reality, the Chaos Gods looked at the golden existence indifferently under the convergence of their huge wills. But when the Emperor was ready, no one took action rashly.
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The subspace is shaking violently, and the endless power of chaos rises from its deepest part. The gods are raising their divine works. Their largest incarnations, who are imprisoned on their own divine thrones, after the arrival of their original will, also
Stopped the eternal battle and entertainment, and began to give orders with a serious face.
Endless demons cheered in the unknown, celebrating the rare moment when the gods raised their thrones at the same time. However, in their bizarre temples and divine kingdoms, all the demon princes who were truly qualified to know the truth lowered their heads like cicadas.
Don't dare to make a sound.
"Blood, I want to see more blood!" The blood light gathered above the brass throne, roaring and throwing more power into reality.
The endless blood light was continuously amplified in the subspace. After catching up with the aftermath of the last subspace tide, its accumulated power finally reached a certain limit, so in the Kingdom of Khorne, in response to the call of the Blood God,
A red angel slowly opened his eyes...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "A new era is about to begin, and my faith will spread all over the earth!" The twisted shadow in the Six-ring Demon Realm stood in the deepest part of the Demon Palace, using blasphemous and twisted words
Words spread their faith into reality.
Countless cults lurking in the empire have been blessed, possessing powers that originally required a large number of sacrifices. They became more fanatical as they found treasures, and under the shadow of Salis, they began to organize
From latent to active.
"Ten thousand changes... Ten thousand changes... Ho ho..." In the endless distortion of time and space, the invisible being said to himself, while the two-headed demon behind him already knew the will of Father God and began to urge
Follow the dark shepherds who have reached reality to harvest more lambs for the glory of God the Father.
In the darkness, a huge fleet was floating quietly in the endless subspace, and in one of the huge battleships, the original body of the Word Bearers was awakening.
"...Does God the Father really have no will?"
In Nurgle's garden, the anxious Lord of the Pale Legion was circling back and forth, and in the shadow behind him, a small mountain-sized Great Unclean One was intently tending to the cauldron in front of him.
"No, Father God, you know, it's just pretending. The scene at that time was too ugly. It's really unjustifiable to be angry without being symbolic. Come on! Let's not talk about this and try my new soup...
…”
"Taste your ma!" Mortarion roared angrily in his heart, but due to the delicate status of each other, he still frowned and stepped forward to take the burlwood cup from Kugas' hand.
When he took it in the middle, he couldn't hold back the force, so the moment the magic eye in the center of the tree tumor was crushed, the whole cup let out a sharp scream.
After pinching his nose and drinking this thing that had no "poison aesthetics", Mortarion couldn't wait to look at this loving father's "most favored person":
"Then let's forget it? My great eldest son died in an unknown way, and I...I can't even take revenge?"
"That's not to say..." Kugas pinned a Nurgling that climbed up from his waist to his belt to prevent it from accidentally falling into the pot. At the same time, he also ignored the little guy biting his nails.
protest on.
It glanced at Mortarion beside it with a sideways look, but it was thinking in its heart:
What kind of relationship did Typhons have with you when he was alive? It's not a secret in Nurgle's domain. Do you really have no idea? Now that you're here to mourn with him, you're really the one who wants to give it to him.
Can the traitor take revenge?
Bah! If you believe what he says, it’s better to believe that the emperor can stand up and give him money...
"Then I can go out?" There is no denial but affirmation. After Mortarion heard Ku'gas' words, he immediately prepared to pack up his troops and go to make trouble in the real universe.
What happened this time was too bizarre. If he didn't hit the empire like this, he would really feel panicked.
Well, maybe it’s not that I’m holding back too much, but I think it’s true that I’m panicking so much…
Looking at the icon of the Emperor standing again in front of him, Calvin knew that the Emperor had left. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he was not prepared to pursue it, but stood up and prepared to leave.
Um?
Calvin, who was about to pull away, suddenly stopped getting up and looked firmly at his hands.
On the palm of his hand that he thought was empty, the concept called "Unyielding" floated quietly, as if it had left and returned again, and it seemed as if it had never left.
"So, that's it..." At this moment, Calvin finally understood.
It turns out that the reason why order can fight against chaos is because its equivalent to the distortion of chaos is its purification, and its equivalent to pollution is sharing...