Chapter 154: One Thousand and One Deaths (3) Final Redemption and Echo

Yes, although the change of the soul is extremely small, Calvin still clearly perceives the change of his soul.

According to his own understanding of himself, the golden light of his soul is like the light of a star, which should be a byproduct of endless burning, and there is no specific concept of "quantity".

But at the moment when the big demon died, he clearly felt the solidification of his soul.

Just like an invisible scale measuring the weight and chips between each other, when the soul of the big demon disappeared, the golden light was forcibly taken away as if it was permanently deducted.

Correspondingly, there are some unknown existences in his own soul.

The disappeared and extra parts are still only tiny existences, but the change is real.

This touched Calvin's bottom line!

He has lived in this world for decades, especially in the special position of the Grey Knight, who lives with Chaos day and night.

Calvin knows that the relatively endless attributes of the Chaos Gods are the real reason for the existence of human nightmares.

Similarly, his confidence in himself has always been based on a similar foundation, that is, the indestructibility of his soul.

When this bottom line and retreat was pried, even if the trace of prying was weak, he inevitably, like every mortal, was shaken in his own existence.

What to do? Should we continue? Calvin felt the fear brought by the unknown for the first time in a long time.

This change that endangered his core existence made him stop and hesitate.

He once again examined his heart and questioned whether his thoughts had changed from the beginning.

Is he still the one who is willing to fight for protection?

Is he still the mortal who regrets his whole life and only wants to fight but can't?

Is he still the warrior who identifies himself as a human being and is willing to defend the interests of the race no matter what changes?

If he is still, then what difference does it make whether he has this special identity or not?

Calvin, who thought clearly, no longer thought about the puzzles deliberately guided by the demons, nor did he think about the prompts in the communication of his comrades.

At this time, these are external interferences rather than help. He even suspected that Tariq's voice might also be an impersonation of Tzeentch.

The war has begun, and the battle should continue.

In the eyes of Calvin, who put his own safety aside, the battle at this time was not about life and death, but only about victory or defeat.

He walked around the iconic buildings on the top floor of Chaodu in full. As expected, in every key building, he saw a big demon waiting for his arrival.

One day passed... Calvin's figure appeared in the core tower on the top floor of Chaodu.

The fierce battle never stopped. Calvin, who had been fighting all the way, had no chance to rest and finally began to be injured.

The Terminator power armor named "Original Heart" faithfully guarded its owner, resisting those injuries that should have been fatal for Calvin in battle after battle.

The folding ground on the shoulder armor was exhausted, and it was restored to its original state under the power supply of the power backpack.

The originally tall and sacred outer relief also began to show scars of war damage.

But none of this worried him more than the changes inside. The essence of the soul was constantly lost, and the extra part inside became more and more obvious.

"Nine" is the extreme of change, so in the ninth battle, he saw a different demon as expected.

Like the original demon, he brought Tzeentch's curse and ridicule, and also brought qualitative changes to Calvin's malignant accumulation of soul after his death.

Calvin half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head and looked into the godless eyes of the dead demon.

Just when the demon was killed by Calvin with a hammer, the unknown existence accumulated in the soul underwent a terrible qualitative change after reaching a certain level.

The golden light in the soul was obviously dimmed by one level, and the extra shadow also vaguely revealed an egg-like shape.

The soul is more sensitive than the body, and the weakened light directly corresponds to the physique, making Calvin feel long-lost fatigue; the foreign body feeling in the core made Calvin dizzy and vomited.

"The ninth..." He muttered, took out the dagger at his waist and carved a scratch behind the Holy Shield Cross Medal, then struggled to lift the warhammer thrown at his feet and walked towards the next battlefield...

Three months later, Calvin was like a lone wolf, sweeping the spire on the top floor of the entire nest alone.

The battle continued, and this lonely journey like a festival also had no end in sight.

The armor was no longer shiny, and after dozens of fierce battles, scratches of all sizes covered his body.

The folding stand on his right shoulder was damaged, and the sharp blade on the tip of the lightning claw on his left hand was also missing.

Dust and sweat mixed on his face, leaving traces of mud like a dried riverbed.

His spiritual energy and physical strength were exhausted, and the weight of the "mission" that was originally as light as nothing became extremely heavy.

"Ninety-nine..."

The corners of his mouth were already cracked due to the loss of moisture. Calvin, who was too lazy to even speak in order to save all consumption, flashed this number in his mind.

The upper left corner of the back of the cross medal was already full of scratches, and the next one could only be engraved by reducing the scratches.

Now that spiritual energy and physical strength are becoming more and more precious, Calvin's martial arts and will have been tempered in this long journey.

Simple moves become fast and effective after removing meaningless movements. Psychic skills are no longer built on the beach of waste. They are only used when necessary, and they are more condensed and effective.

One month... two months... five months... one year...

Nine hundred and ninety-nine demon heads are Calvin's latest record.

"Original intention" is close to being broken, but still alive. The edges and corners of "mission" are no longer sharp, but it is still worth fighting again.

The gold on Calvin's soul has almost completely faded, the light of divinity has been broken, but he has returned to the mortal world but has not been knocked down.

He calmly searches for food while maintaining the maintenance of his weapons as hard as possible.

In a cold storage on the upper level of the nest, Calvin calmly eats the expired canned food left by mortals.

After washing the canned box with water and drinking the remaining soup, he picked up the red-hot iron nails on the campfire and gently forged them into needles with a war hammer.

Then, under the light of the fire, he carefully repaired his faded robes.

The long battle time made the shadow of his soul core worsen again, and the egg-shaped existence had broken out of the shell, but fortunately, except for making Calvin's soul more easily tired, there was no other harm for the time being.

One year... Two years... Three years... Ten years.

The key nodes of the entire nest have been cleaned and purified, and Calvin's record has reached the key number of 9999.

The original heart armor has been completely destroyed, and only the remaining left shoulder armor is tied to his body with a belt;

The mission hammer has also been broken, and the remaining hammer handle and the lightning claw with only two claws remaining have been transformed into a double-edged spear by Calvin.

At this time, Calvin is like a savage, with no complete cloth covering his body.

But even this body will no longer belong to him.

Since the number of demons he killed reached 5,000, he has understood that the end point of the soul change is the body.

The shadow is constantly nourished after breaking out of the shell, and finally becomes the shape of a fetus.

The fetus continues to grow, and eventually becomes an existence that Calvin does not recognize.

During this period, Calvin's psychic energy was absorbed, and together with the dead demon, it became the nutrient for its growth.

Some parts of his body had some ominous signs, which made Calvin understand that when this fetus grew up slowly, he would be replaced unstoppably.

The few remaining psychic energy made Calvin's battle more difficult, but fortunately, his proficiency in martial arts and precise use of psychic energy allowed Calvin to continue to win the battle.

Huh!

Standing in front of the door of the central engine room of the nest, Calvin took a deep breath. His understanding of the holy number of Tzeentch made him understand:

Perhaps this life journey will reach the end here, and the last battle of the lonely but glorious journey will also be completed here.

After the number of demons killed reached the extreme of 9999, his body had completely lost its own signs at this time.

Except for the eyes, the rest of his body was like the barbarians in the wilderness, full of strangeness and unknown wild power.

The untrimmed hair on his face made him unable to see his current appearance. The exposed torso was covered with bronze skin, sturdy and covered with scars after the fierce battle.

The eyes were the last feature of Calvin's existence, and also the embodiment of his last remaining rationality.

But after this battle, whether he could keep this only anchor of existence, he had no way of knowing, and he didn't care.

At this moment, he had only one goal in his eyes, that is, the evil demon in front of him.

"Do you regret it?"

This was the first and last sentence that the big demon standing in the engine room said to Calvin.

And Calvin responded by throwing the spear in his hand at the evil demon. The strange voice came from an equally strange body, and echoed in the metal hall with Calvin's last anger:

"In the name of the Emperor! Evil demon! Come and die with me!"

In a burst of violent echoes, Calvin finally killed this existence that represented evil and conspiracy.

In the hall that was completely unrecognizable, except for his own violent panting, there were only pipes destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, dripping out cold and transparent liquid.

Hu~ Hu~!

The battle of the end finally ended, and Calvin, exhausted, stood up from his half-kneeling position.

He walked to the corpse of the big demon and looked at the remains of the demon in a trance.

The demon that was turning into ashes was left with only the serrated bird head, which made Calvin sneer softly after watching for a long time.

"Bah! A beast is a beast!"

His hands were shaking slightly. This sign of losing control was not the first time, and this time, it was particularly violent.

He knew that there was not much time left for him to control this body.

"The ten thousandth time!"

He picked up the spear on the ground and drew the last line on the back of the medal on his waist with the tip of the spear.

"Is it still one less time? Or..."

He thought thoughtfully, and under the reflection of the coolant that spread under his feet at some point, he looked at his unfamiliar face and said the second half of his words:

"Is I the last time?"

Well, this was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Do you regret it?"

The hallucination appeared again, and the words of the great demon before his death came from the mouth of a strange yet familiar face reflected under his feet.

"Regret it! This is what I want!"

Calvin shook his head and drove the hallucination out of his mind.

Even if he was the last one on the list, he would still sacrifice himself without hesitation.

After all, this was the deal between him and Him, wasn't it?

A soldier's words were a nail! He made a promise in this life:

To fight for humanity with his life's energy. Now it seems that the time is short, but at least he has done it.

Calvin picked up the spear, broke off the claw blade on it, and stretched it to his face. Before he died, he was also curious about what kind of face he had now.

With the sound of a slight beard being shaved, a somewhat familiar face appeared in the liquid under his feet.

But Calvin didn't think much about it. He just took a deep look at the ancient and resolute face revealed by shaving the beard, and then stabbed the narrow and sharp claw blade into his chest with his backhand!

The sharp and curved claw blade pierced Calvin's original heart at the first time, and also extended downwards, cutting off his second abdominal heart.

Blood and organ fragments gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and his body quickly fell down without the support of blood.

At the last moment of his life, Calvin was still gritting his teeth and roaring at the figure reflected in the liquid!

"The 10,000th time! Say it again! I! Damn! I don't regret it!"

"So, very good!"

The face in the liquid suddenly smiled. This was the last scene Calvin saw before he lost consciousness.

Calvin looked at Tabers, who was facing away from him in the corridor of the dead soul redeemer. His expression was still, but he was confused about his situation.

Where am I? Am I not dead? Where is this?

"What are you thinking about?"

Tabers took a few steps forward, and without hearing the footsteps following him, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Calvin.

And Calvin just raised his head and met Tabers' eyes.

"Huh? We are going to a meeting, not a fight! Why do you bring a sword? Wait!"

Tabers' words made Calvin a little confused. He lowered his head and followed Tabers' surprised eyes to find a two-handed sword in his arms.

The scabbard made of mithril and fine gold is more than a palm wide, and several huge gems are inlaid on the back plate engraved with unknown patterns.

Clang!

Calvin subconsciously drew out the ice-blue sword, and the silver cross sword guard composed of a sharp sword and wings spread out to both sides.

The ice-blue sword body is six-sided, and there is a row of psychic runes in the center that flicker on the sword body of unknown material with Calvin's breathing.

"Good sword!" Calvin couldn't help but admire it. There is no need to mention the surging and sharp psychic position on the sword body. The power contained in the sword body alone makes Calvin, who holds it, tremble all over.

"Sword of the Oath! Where did you get it?" Tiberus walked a few steps to Calvin and snatched the sword. After carefully observing it in front of him, he asked.

"Uh... This is a long story. Let's have a meeting first, let's have a meeting first!" Calvin's eyes turned and decided to postpone this matter for a while. After all, even he himself didn't understand the specific situation.

The two continued to walk towards the bridge. Just as they arrived at the front hall of the bridge, Calvin heard the serious voice of Bishop Klein:

"I am against the large-scale replacement of ships! This is a huge waste of the empire's property!"

Calvin, whose heart was instantly touched, stopped walking. He understood the reason for his bizarre experience.

Tibers obviously also heard the voice of the Mechanical Archbishop. He looked at Calvin and said:

"What? Do you have any other opinions?"

"No, I just suddenly became curious about the current location of the Soul Redeemer." Calvin asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Now?" Tibers recalled, then looked at Calvin thoughtfully:

"2000 years ago, this place was called the Tinggus Sector."

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