Chapter 214 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows Epilogue
"Broken...?" In the terrifying storm, the body of the fallen demonic original body had long been torn to pieces, leaving only a shadow-like substance muttering unconsciously while maintaining itself.
"Broken? How is that possible?" The incarnation of the gods stood up from the throne.
It was the symbol and epitome of chaos, and no one could damage it. The gods thought that the danger came from their own authority, but who knew that it was the eight-pointed star itself that truly fulfilled this crisis.
What makes them even more angry is that the source of the disaster that caused all this has even broken the original balance and is expanding crazily after swallowing the fragments of the eight-pointed star...
What to do? The current situation has exceeded the expectations of the gods.
Although the danger does not directly threaten them themselves, the damage of the eight-pointed star, which is the epitome of chaos, is actually a worse situation in a sense:
That means that the foundation of chaos has been shaken, and it will no longer have an absolute advantage in the universe;
That means that the cycle constructed by the eight types of authority is broken, and the tacit understanding between the gods based on certain predetermined fates also causes subtle changes.
"Can't wait any longer!"
"Contain it!"
The bloody figure on the brass throne roared, and the Lord of Life in the distance also made up his mind.
The three evil gods coerced the will of the Lord of Joy and worked together to try to eliminate the source of the crisis. However, their attempts failed as expected, and the effort they exerted in the air was like a cow in the sea.
This is the problem without the arrival of incarnations. Their power, after being projected far away, is no longer enough to resist the disaster that is happening on the eight-pointed star head-on.
"Deport it first!" the voice of the Lord of Changes sounded, once again giving a new solution.
"The price..." the voice of the Lord of Life retorted. The power required for expulsion comes from time and space, and this method means that while they pay a high price, they also have to deal with the Lord of Changes who is best at the power of time and space.
Keep trust.
Trust? To the Lord of Change? Are you telling a bad joke?
There was a rare calm in the warp, and the distortion on Khorne's face showed how similar he was to other beings.
"Is there a choice? Haha..." The nervous words of the Lord of Joy broke the calm, allowing them to quickly recognize the reality at hand.
They have plenty of time to recover, but what happened on the Eight-Pointed Star must be stopped.
"Promise!" Khorne roared violently, and the three eyes immediately stared at the divine domain of the Lord of Change.
"Okay, I promise...in the name of my god..."
"Bah! What a fool you are!" Khorne's voice sounded again.
"...In the name of Chaos, I promise that there is no selfishness in this incident..."
"Not even with a public heart!" The voice from Nurgle God's Domain once again interrupted Tzeentch's oath, but this time the interruption was met with a sharp refutation by Tzeentch:
"Tell me, how can I, the Lord of Changes and the Lord of Conspiracies, say an oath without any conspiracy?
Can you? Can you create a world without germs?
And you Khorne! Can you put down your sword when you speak?"
…………A breath of embarrassment spread in the subspace, and the gods fell into a brief silence. It is indeed impossible for them to violate the meaning of their existence, because in a sense, germs and swords are them
itself.
"Then limit..." The Lord of Joy spoke again, but this time no one raised any objection.
The power of the gods once again gathered in the direction of the Lord of Change, and His oath also sounded simultaneously:
"I swear, there will be no conspiracy involving fundamental interests..."
"What to do with the lost fragments?" Nurgle whispered to himself, and Khorne issued a rare admonition:
"It's too late, let's solve the immediate problem first..."
The endless wave rose from the depths of the subspace again, and this time its target was magnified to the entire world of the eight-pointed star. Time and space began to solidify under the power of the gods, and the connection between Calvin's body and the world also
Begin to be stripped away and expelled by this power.
The devouring of dark instincts came to a momentary pause, while Calvin's consciousness broke through the obstacle with a fleeting opportunity.
"Now!" Calvin shouted, his will reconnected with the crown symbolizing authority, and the consciousness deep in his soul completely sank into the cold silver ocean of order...
A heavy sigh came from the rusty steel crown, and silver and platinum intertwined firelight lit up from the crown's spikes.
The light of reason breaks through the darkness and spreads outward in the soul. Under the dual pressure from inside and outside, instinct finally loses its dominance over the soul.
And in the darkness fading towards the subconscious like a tide, in a ray of dazzling silver light, the throne symbolizing authority is rising.
"Come!" The silver thunder gathered in the eyes of the original body again, and the cry from the will penetrated the curtain of space and sounded in reality.
"Come!"
Countless imperial soldiers who died in battle or were dying swore that when they heard that call, they also saw a tall silver angel in a trance. He wore a crown full of thorns on his head and stood high in the sky.
He extended his palms to them.
A white portal emerged behind him, and the moment they saw that portal, they instinctively understood the meaning of that portal—it was not the salvation promised in faith.
It is a path destined to be more cruel and dedicated to oneself. Once they respond to His call, they will face a life-long, endless battle.
Fighting with the enemy, fighting with themselves, endless fighting is all they have for the rest of their lives, and even if they can always win, what awaits them will be a long period of suffering, becoming a sculpture that gradually becomes cold and loses their humanity...
But it is also a path with hope, because they can see through that portal, which is the power that can truly allow them to compete fairly with those demons.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Their sacrifices will not be meaningless. They are destined to be the hope of the entire human race and the pioneers of the entire human race towards a more distant future.
"Come!" The third call sounded, and the soldiers who understood all this no longer hesitated. A little white light emerged from the battlefield, and then more white light spots joined it.
The souls in the spiritual world are also responding to the call, and dense white light like raindrops rises from the ground. All the imperial soldiers who have fought before finally have the opportunity they have been waiting for!
In the pure land of Calvin's soul, the structure of the Iron Temple has once again undergone tremendous changes:
The temple made of steel is growing rapidly, and the square outside the temple is rapidly expanding outwards. Wide stairs are erected layer by layer. Angel statues of different shapes symbolizing different stages are also on both sides of the stairs.
rising.
White light points rain down from the sky densely like raindrops. The same dense light points converge to form a light belt, which also converges from all directions to the center of the Pure Land.
On the bottom step, countless souls showed their appearance in life, and as the angels on both sides of the stairs sang, they each smiled at their comrades around them, then closed their eyes and officially entered this cruel selection.
.
Souls, those are countless souls who are willing to dedicate themselves to this path. They are using the reshaping of self-memory as a way to reorganize their core will.
Souls are withering every moment because their faith and belief are not enough to persist in themselves, walk out of the fog of endless memories, and complete the last step of transformation;
Souls are sublimating every moment. With the support of their own firm will, they sort out their memories, discard those useless parts, and appear on the higher ladder with a more relaxed attitude.
The soul of the loser lost the blessing of the light of reason. After opening his eyes sadly and looking at the world with nostalgia, it completely dissipated into the pure land of Calvin's soul;
The souls of successful people disappeared in place and appeared on a higher level of steps. White light pillars descended from their heads. It was the soul origin of the Pure Land blessing them.
"It's so... cruel." Standing high in front of the temple door at the end of the stairs, Speyer whispered as he looked down at the souls below.
The belief in the state religion certainly has its meaning, but it is vastly different from the rational approach upheld by Calvin.
The former allows these warriors to show enough courage in their previous battles. But after they bravely embark on the road to sublimation, the huge difference in philosophy still makes this ceremony a cruel selection.
Souls are sublimating, but more souls are dissipating, but this does not scare the newcomers. On the contrary, more souls are joining this precious ceremony every moment.
Calvin did not answer the exclamation of his comrades, because sitting deep in the temple at this time, he no longer had the energy.
The coldness of the power of order was eroding his humanity all the time, and the fragments of the eight-pointed star deep in his soul were also turbulent from time to time.
The battle in the Eight-Pointed Star is over, or in other words, changes are still happening there, but it has nothing to do with Calvin.
In this world that is separated from time and space, everything that happens seems to be a long time, but in reality it is just a moment.
In the depths of the subspace, the power of the gods fell into a long ebb after a brief burst. After forcibly resetting the time and space of the eight-pointed star world, they also fell into temporary dormancy due to weakness.
The fallen Daemon Primarch was quite lucky, but also extremely unlucky.
He did not die at the hands of Calvin's soul essence, nor did he die in the confrontation between the gods and the soul storm, but his body was completely destroyed by the devouring of the soul essence, and there was no trace of will or memory in it.
remain.
When the gods found him, all that was left of him was his warp essence.
The gods who did not obtain any useful information simply used it as waste, restored his memory to before entering the subspace, and then threw it back to his fiefdom - Sikalus.
On the battlefield in the real world, the cognition of all participating parties is changing due to changes in time and space.
The warriors on the Imperial side ignored all traces of Erebus's existence, but the Word Bearers were even worse. On the one hand, they completely lost all memories of the chief priest, and on the other hand, they had to bear the primarch's death on the battlefield.
A morale hit from the mysterious disappearance.
The dark tide that shrouded the Gian Moro sector finally receded, and the Imperial reinforcements that had been wandering outside the sector also arrived.
The Word Bearers' fleet, after hastily recovering most of its ground forces, began an orderly retreat. The demon legions on the planets in each occupied area also gradually died out because they lost the support of the original body's power.
On the battlefield where contact with the Empire was restored, new allied units continued to appear in the sight of the Imperial soldiers, and in the soul of the original body, another familiar figure quietly appeared next to Speyer.
"Five hundred years..." Amidst the crisp sound of the steel scepter hitting the ground, the figure of Saint Marduk strolled up the steps below.
He first bowed to Calvin in the depths of the temple, then turned around and stood next to Speyer, and heavily vomited out the cruel reality he perceived.
"Yes...five hundred years." Spier repeated the words of the Great Confessor, his tone heavier than the former.
What they are talking about is the lifespan of these sublimated souls, and it is also the cold reality faced by these heroes who have experienced such a cruel integration of wills.
On the road to sublimation, maintaining the soul's will and original intention is the only way to success, but even after such cruel selection and baptism, they still face the problem of lifespan.
Five hundred years is the limit of the existence of these sublimated souls.
And once the time arrives, a new selection and elimination will be waiting for them.
Those who maintain their original aspirations stay, and those who have lost their will leave.
The former received the increase of the Pure Land of Soul, and then inherited the power of order diluted by Calvin. After becoming more powerful psykers, they continued to fight for their ideals.
The latter is completely annihilated, and all souls and powers return to the ocean of consciousness under the pure land of the soul, becoming nutrients for newcomers to gain blessings.
This is the true face of the road to sublimation, and it is also the core law of the War Council organization from top to bottom, without exception, for all members.
Yes, there are no exceptions. Even leaders and commanders like them, who are war lords, are also bound by this rule.
But their time is a thousand years. If they cannot maintain themselves after a thousand years, the same death will still be waiting for them.
"Don't think about it... you may not be able to live until that time..." Spier said with a smile.
"Yes, not necessarily...and if all wars can really end, then I would rather enjoy eternal peace..." Marduk was interrupted by Speyer's words and responded with a smile.
The two turned towards the direction of the temple and walked slowly towards the empty hall.
And when he looked through the reality at the end of the war, fell into the calm subspace, and finally locked his eyes on that distant time and space.
On the crack of the spinning, damaged eight-pointed star, there is a hint of obscure silver slowly growing, and silently joining the eternal cycle...