Chapter 83: The first glimpse of the true face - the mystery of the Lord of the Crows
"...As you wish, my fleet will not let you down."
Fermat readily accepted this order, but Calvin did not let him go.
"No, no, no." Calvin shook his head, dispelling the former's idea of taking charge of Farr.
"We need your fleet here, but we also need your heavy army."
"So here?"
Fermat understood what the original body meant. The existence of a Titan army was a powerful supplement to the entire fleet.
He hesitated slightly, but in the end he was still unwilling to hand over this legion.
After simply calculating the workload here, he made up his mind and said to Calvin:
"You can let my deputy take charge of the construction here, and I will continue to follow your footsteps."
"very good……"
Calvin nodded in response, then turned his gaze to the rest of the people.
The portion of the crowd that belonged to the Tribunal and the Astartes was automatically ignored by him, but among the remaining people who belonged to Lucius' coalition, Calvin discovered subtle details.
Vasilev stood on the left side of the crowd, opposite Fermat on the other side, closest to the center except for the abusers;
The generals of several Astral Legions stood uniformly on the outside of the crowd, incompatible with the leader of Catachan.
Following Father Fermat, among the crowd belonging to the Ark Mechanic fleet, the nobles of the Knight family stood on the edge of Father Mechanic, looking distant;
But the ruling sages, who were wearing red robes and highly modified by bone-white metal prosthetics, looked down upon the nobles around them.
"What a picture of all living things." Calvin thought in his mind, and Corax responded unexpectedly:
"After seeing it too much, you get used to it. The empire is a unified will, but it is also composed of individuals."
"Same to you?" Calvin asked smoothly, but unexpectedly received Corax's affirmation.
"Of course." Corax replied: "Even between us, the distance of our relationship will vary depending on each other's hobbies and the order of return.
But you need to know that all friendships are not trustworthy, especially..."
"Especially when betrayal comes?"
Calvin used a question to pick up what Corax left unfinished, but Corax never answered.
"Tell me about you." Calvin looked at the people leaving the silver hall, and they also greeted the original body before leaving.
The huge palace, which had been crowded just now, was quickly returning to its former coldness.
"Me?" Corax asked.
"Yes, you. Didn't you say that you want to follow me for a long time? Why?"
Calvin asked him, it is not an honor that everyone can have to have the leader of a legion give up and return to his own territory and keep him by his side.
"No, it's not the time yet."
Corax did not answer his question, but instead pointed the finger at Calvin.
"Do you really think Mortarion left so easily?
Or, even if he doesn't really care about the guy named "Typhons" and just went through the motions with you last time, does he really have reason to let you go?
Don’t forget, he has already..."
Corax did not say any more, because if he continued talking, he would inevitably mention the name of Nurgle.
"No……"
Calvin looked at the deserted silver hall in front of him, and his eyes became serious now that there were no outsiders.
"I have never taken any chances, let alone put my hopes in the hands of my enemies.
But as you can see, Mortarion has completed the first step to reach reality..."
Yes, Corax fell silent after hearing these words.
Before entering the Eye of Terror, his understanding of subspace was limited to rumors.
What was prevented by the "Nikaea Accord" back then was not only the increasingly outrageous exploration of the subspace by the Thousand Sons with the support of Magnus;
What it has contained has spread to all legions, the popularity of the special unit Think Tank, and each legion's understanding of subspace.
But this was only in the past. After returning from the Eye of Terror, Corax already had an extremely deep understanding of some specific rituals and elements from his own instincts.
For a being like Mortarion, the most difficult thing about returning to the real universe is the first step from scratch.
The diametrically opposite properties of the real universe and subspace will make it impossible for this demonic existence to send even a single hair of itself into reality.
But this is not absolute. As long as the conditions are sufficient, he can still return to reality.
And once he continues to have enough strength, and if conditions permit, he can truly tear open the isolated curtain;
If you want to send him back, the only way is to fight head-on.
Killing, it is absolutely impossible to kill.
Their souls no longer belong to themselves, but as the divine epitome and incarnation of the power of destruction, they have been sublimated into the depths of subspace and scattered among the children of all gods.
Physical and spiritual damage cannot truly destroy it, because at the moment they become demons, they have already taken the most enviable path of all demons - becoming one with the gods.
One is ten thousand, and ten thousand is one.
Corax does not understand theology, but his awakening from the nature of subspace allows him to naturally know some valuable knowledge.
And it was this knowledge that told him as if it was alive when he traveled in the depths of the twisted and chaotic space:
“They are wildfire, they are nature;
From the moment they complete their transformation, these beings who dedicated themselves to the gods have lost all self;
And in return for this kind of dedication, as long as the gods still have a trace of divinity, they will share that glory with them and live forever..."
"Three times!" A hoarse voice came out of Corax's mouth.
In the silver hall without a third person, the Lord of the Crows left Calvin's shadow for the first time and showed his lineup in front of him.
Watching the shadow spread from beneath his feet, it turned into something in front of Calvin's eyes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When the original body saw the current appearance of the Raven Lord, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
That face is already inhuman, and that form is definitely not human.
Black but transparent shadows roamed Corax's body like a living creature, and the pale and thin figure also gave people an illusory feeling in the movement of the shadows.
"You are still..."
Calvin instinctively asked what was on his mind, but he thought of something midway through his words and hurriedly stopped under the warning gaze of Corax.
And under Calvin's apologetic gaze, the flame-like shadow on Corax's body became active again.
"Sorry." Calvin said annoyed.
"No need." Corax interrupted Calvin, and then looked at this brother who was a whole head taller than himself.
Similar to Wokan, the overly rigid lines due to his huge size did not appear on Calvin's body.
The face of this young brother with an eccentric background was full of exotic colors that he had never seen before.
"Can you see through my appearance?" Calvin asked subconsciously, and immediately realized that he had asked a stupid question.
His psychic aura is natural and cannot even be seen through by the surrounding Imperial Guards.
But this kind of thousands of people and faces similar to the emperor cannot block the gaze of an equal being.
Not to mention Corax, who has awakened to the nature of the subspace, and discovered that after forging a divine soul, this original body became more and more similar to the face of the previous life under the influence of "appearance from the heart".
"Are you also born in Chagoris?" Corax asked with some confusion.
"No, I'm from Uther, a serious Tailai native."
Calvin was triggered into a passive state and righteously denied the possibility that he was born in the countryside.
"Okay, it's not important...three times."
Corax nodded indifferently, then slightly tilted his cheek covered with thick black hair:
"three times."
The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said the word with a nasal sound while keeping his gaze unchanged.