Chapter 84: Solving doubts, the power of the pale king
"What three times?" Calvin was attracted by Corax's words and followed his thoughts.
"Three times refers to his power. Either three...or seven.
But the sacrifices on this planet are definitely not enough for him to obtain the latter, otherwise..."
Corax's pale cheeks moved slightly, and the sarcasm in his eyes was clearly visible:
"Otherwise... what you see should be his true perfection - the pale king after he has completed his ascension to the devil."
"Uh..." Calvin's pupils dilated slightly, obviously shocked by this fact.
If such a powerful Mortarion is not his complete body, then what should he really be like?
Yes, the Mortarion in the previous battle fully matched the combat prowess displayed by a Primarch;
But while being suppressed and suffocated, Calvin completely forgot one thing - this guy is Mortarion, who has become the Demon Prince...
Where is his authority? Where is his divinity?
These things may not be perceived by the honor guards who follow him, but shouldn't he himself be able to see them?
"Of course not..." Corax exhaled a breath through his nostrils, and then said with discomfort:
"And even this Mortarion has not shown his true strength at all.
The special nature of the Vengeful Spirit, my threat, the power in you, and even the Emperor's gaze...
There were too many things for him to worry about, and Typhons seemed far less important in his heart than he imagined...
But you have to know that those who really sacrifice themselves to the gods... they are the condensation of the divinity of those gods in the real universe, and they are existences far higher than the great demons.
Just like the phoenix that killed Guilliman.
His power is either powerful enough to distort the planet and kill Guilliman in a one-on-one fight;
Or, the king can command any great demon and summon an army of demons with just a wave of his hand."
"Do I have any objections?" Calvin honestly stretched out his hand and asked to speak.
The Lord of the Crows seemed to have read through his thoughts and directly denied what Calvin had not said.
"Don't compare them to those undifferentiated chaotic garbage!
Although my hatred towards them is equal, I will never ignore the difference between their strengths and weaknesses.
And...you want to say Luo Jia, right?"
Seeing Calvin's affirmative look, Corax let out a long breath of disgust and said:
"He was never a warrior... If he had not chosen the shameful betrayal, then his position in the empire would be our gray bishop.
Because of his weakness, you cannot naively think that he has no achievements of his own among the original bodies.
Even I, who hates him the most, will never deny the threat he and the Word Bearers pose."
Having said this, Corax's eyes finally changed when he looked at Calvin:
"You did a good job, although I don't know how you did it. It is not difficult to defeat him with your current strength, but it is not easy to destroy his essence from the root."
"But he's still not dead." Calvin U replied.
"That's enough." Corax stopped Calvin's review.
"For this kind of cockroach-like thing, if we can make it dormant for a long time, we have achieved our goal.
He is different from others. Chaos is his choice due to greed. This path has the highest limit, but it is also the slowest to recover when injured."
He even looked a little angry, but still insisted on patting Calvin on the shoulder:
"I have been guarding that dirty and decayed place in Sicarus for who knows how many years, but I still haven't found a chance to kill or seriously injure him. But you were only born a few years ago, and you are able to complete such a task.
This is very good, but you can't be proud. Luojia is an exception, and his strength does not lie in frontal combat.
But other people are not so easy to deal with. You must know that there are evil gods behind them."
"I understand..." Calvin nodded, indicating that he accepted Corax's point of view.
The battle with Mortarion, after comparison with Luojia, was simply a battle on another level;
But the Lord of the Word Bearers, who was good at rituals and strategies, posed as much of a threat to Calvin on the battlefield as the Death Guard.
This is Luojia's ability. He can always appear in front of you after he has an advantage. He also always likes to make the final bargaining chip after planning everything.
"Don't miss him. If there is no accident, you won't see him for a long time."
Corax spoke cheerfully, and then brought the focus of the conversation to Mortarion again.
"It's a fact that he is stronger than you, but it doesn't matter because the current Mortarion has failed to bring that power into reality.
And if there are no new sacrifices and no personal blessing from the Plague Lord, then his power will only be enough to support three such battles in reality."
Corax stretched out his finger, and then slowly withdrew one finger in front of Calvin.
"The first time, the battle on the Spirit of Vengeance. So, if there are no accidents, he still has two chances."
"Wait, I don't understand." Calvin interrupted Corax.
"The battle between him and me...even though he doesn't want to admit it, he did gain a suppressive victory."
"So you don't understand, how could he use his power when he clearly didn't pay the price?"
Corax looked at Calvin, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were also shrouded in gloom.
"He no longer has real flesh and blood, but is the incarnation of the true condensed divinity. Do you... know what this means?
This means that he is a creature that does not belong to this world, and all his actions, even breathing, require extra effort."
"Oh..." Calvin nodded clearly, but looking at Corax in front of him, he had more questions in his heart.
But as his thoughts were spinning, he did not raise these questions after all, but followed Corax's words and continued to ask:
"so?"
"So, power is a choice and an authority. You can only use it or not use it. After you don't use it, there is still a question of how much you will have.
And if by chance, he fails to gain corresponding results from this battle, then his strength will be weakened."
"Weakened?" Calvin asked.
"No, you are wrong again." Corax shook his head and rejected Calvin's idea.
"Don't use conventional thinking to understand subspace, let alone use a "quantity" perspective to view the composition of a demon.
We need to look at it from a more transcendent perspective and observe it from a longer dimension.”
"It makes sense..." Calvin nodded back.
"Times, you have to use times." Corax explained to Calvin: "His power comes from the gift of the Lord of Plagues. Before he loses his favor, he is so powerful that no one can see the end.
However, although this power is close to infinite, it is given by gods outside reality after all. It has a limit on the number of times, so..."
"Two more times left." Calvin continued what Corax had said before, then frowned and paced slowly.