Chapter 201: Near and Far, Planning and Destruction

"Ashes... in the endless light and heat, only the ashes of the end will remain..."

In the endless subspace, more than one pair of eyes woke up for Calvin's first cry.

He exercised the full power of the Primarch for the first time, and after releasing the real "tactical" power with difficulty, he finally touched the perception of those who belonged to the real authority in the Chaos Realm.

"What is this?"

In the kingdom of the God of Life that has no physical meaning, at the junction of dreams and reality, a unique oak tree is endlessly changing between life and death.

When Calvin's power shines through the other side of reality in the distance, under the twisted and weird trunk of this huge, twisted sacred tree, Mortarion is waking up from the sleep given by his kind father Nurgle.

His moss-like, gray, cracked skin recovered from the curled cracks, and moist disease pus and fluid surged under the skin;

The spores in the shrunken alveoli rushed out of the mouth and nose with a hoarse voice, and began to spread the deadly death plague in the air again.

The skinny hand without muscles, only skin and bones, tightly grasped the war sickle called "Dead Silence".

"What is this? Compromise? Or is it another meaningless struggle?"

As if he had just woken up from an old dream that had traveled through the long night, the corners of his mouth that had lost their flexibility were cracking and breaking.

But he ignored the pain and continued to murmur to himself:

"What kind of monster did you create this time for your stupidity?

Psychic power?

Purification?

Redemption?

How ridiculous!

How pathetic!

But no matter what, I will chop off his head with my own hands as a reward and response to you!

My...father!"

As his 7-meter-tall inhuman body stood up, the insect wings that had shrunk behind him like a broken curtain suddenly spread out!

The spores of death plague and virus carried the hot and humid air, and were spread to every corner of the planet by his hatred!

In the distant sky, the shadow of a huge green warship covered with moss and fungi approached from the sky, breaking through the gray fog and approaching the land full of corruption and mutation.

That was his personal guards - 26 God-chosen champions in pale shrouds, who came to greet him after sensing his awakening.

Dark green raindrops fell from the sky. The thick fog temporarily dissipated under the rain. With each drop of rain, new species broke out of the ground but died in an instant.

Under the empty head cabin of the warship like a tree seed, 26 tall Astartes warriors held the same huge sickle representing death as their father and gathered in front of him.

"Where is Typhons? Still in the Eye of Terror?"

The death shrouds did not answer, and acquiesced to his guess in silence.

"Well, then Zaratul, oh... this name. I should remember him..."

Mortarion examined his remaining 26 favorite children, and then recalled something in their puzzled eyes.

The existence represented by that name has now completely dissipated in the long river of fate. Even if he relies on the power of his loving father, he can't find any traces of it.

He lowered his pale head in some pain, but he couldn't find the answer he was looking for in this accustomed feeling.

"Pain, well, pain is my fate. Let's go... maybe I remembered something wrong... but no matter what, we have new things to do..."

In the more distant kingdom of the gods, there are also demon princes or demon princes who have awakened because of Calvin's power.

Due to their different positions and bloodlines, they are either happy or angry about Calvin's existence.

But what is the same is that they are all in the silence of the gods that transcends time, gathering in the name of fate and conspiracy...

Calvin is still standing alone on the bridge of the Pale Wing, thinking alone in the painful groans of the battleship after being destroyed by him.

He didn't feel any threat immediately:

Because of his special origin, the essence of his power is more inclined to sort out fate and conclude the reality. (Super long sentence, I forcibly added a comma to prevent you from reading it. This is a manifestation of my lack of writing skills. Please forgive me.)

His prediction of the future in his psychic power is almost completely blocked.

Unlike other psychics who peer into the endless possibilities of the future, only when a critical moment comes, Calvin will have an intuitive judgment on the different directions caused by specific options.

He is now paying the price for his reckless anger.

The judgment formed by the full-strength attack just now was so terrible that his body was inevitably damaged.

That was the first time he had used all his strength since his body entered adolescence.

The consequence of the soul's full response was not just the destruction in front of him.

Even he himself could not bear the blessing of such a great power.

The dark red venous blood flowed out of his nostrils uncontrollably, soaking his clothes and accumulating into a pool on the floor full of embers.

"Um..."

Calvin covered his forehead in some pain.

The bitter fruit of reckless and arrogant behavior was demanding the price from him. The large number of dead cells in his brain stem were silently accusing him in the black blood dripping in front of him.

He wanted to take a break, but the surface of the planet outside the battleship's porthole was clearly visible.

There was a new subspace reaction on the distant Manzeville point. He knew that if he delayed any further, the enemies coming back for reinforcement would arrive in an instant.

"Go!"

He took a last look at the scene of the tragedy he had created on the bridge, and then looked out the window and locked onto the top of a hive tower.

The psychic energy he forcibly raised once again filled his tall but sluggish body, and then disappeared in the silver light of transmission.

And just at the moment he disappeared, the fully charged artillery fire of the fleet that appeared in the subspace had already filled the entire hull of the warship.

In the bow of the Chaos warship that had just left the subspace, the technical priest watched as several cables as thick as a human waist were connected to the main gun with the help of a crane.

"Energy cable No. 1 is connected! You can fire!"

He fed back to the direction of the bridge in the communication channel.

The efficiency of the bridge was much faster than usual.

Before he put down the communication ball, the confirmation order had followed.

"Permitted to fire!"

"Permitted to fire!" He looked at the gunner behind the radiation-resistant shelter, who was also holding the switch tightly in his hand, and squeezed it hard under his command.

"Boom!"

The plasma that was said to be able to melt everything was instantly generated in the barrel of the Nova Cannon, which was several kilometers long. The high temperature and high pressure were forced into a torrent in the narrow barrel, and then shot towards the muzzle.

The jet of tens of meters thick crossed the space and flew from the bow of the warship to the hull of the Pale Wing.

After instantly melting through the warship's armor that was tens of meters thick, it melted the cabin where no one was anymore.

Six house-sized wounds appeared on the warship that did not open the shield, and more artillery fire and lightning strikes were brewing in the fleet's subsequent attack waves.

"Cable group No. 1 enters cooling! Team No. 2 is ready!"

The mechanical priest nervously directed the members of the weapon array of the bow Nova Cannon:

The first team, which had just fired, was using a crane to pull the red-hot cables off the barrel;

And the second firepower team behind them could not wait to pull up the functional cables they were responsible for and began to hoist them towards the connection of the barrel.

"Self-check first time! No problem!"

"Self-check second time! No problem!"

"Self-check third time! No problem!"

The mechanical priest looked at the members of the weapon team with satisfaction at their orderly work. After everyone confirmed that they had finished, he gave feedback to the bridge again:

"Cable No. 2 is in place, the Nova Cannon can fire!"

"Permitted to fire!"

Boom!

The low-frequency vibration echoed in the gun room again.

Despite the danger of the Nova Cannon's high-energy radiation, the mechanical priest's instructions still resounded.

The background is the pale wings that have melted into a pile of scrap metal under the distant starry sky, and the first cable that has not yet cooled down in the nearby gun room and the third cable that is already on standby...

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