Chapter 26: Transformation and Accidents

Sleeping, still a long sleep.

Calvin, who sank back into the water from the long river of time, was still busy. In the spiritual world, Calvin observed the flame that represented the possibility of transcending the mundane, and stayed in the center of his soul.

It was like the heart of the soul, beating with the pulse of the real body.

Each wave absorbed the memories and emotions Calvin got from his comrades, and in the next wave, the transformed part was given the golden color of divinity, which fed back to Calvin's entire soul.

When these memories were completely absorbed, it was also the time when Calvin could completely master the divine power and wake up.

But this efficiency was too slow. At its current speed, Calvin would not be able to digest the tens of thousands of his own memories from different timelines until the end of his life.

This was a happy worry, because mortals would not have the opportunity to be as distressed as he was. This was indeed a curse from this universe, because the birth of every divine creature was no less than a great miracle, and how could the behavior of breaking the rules of the universe not be punished.

How could there be no price behind such a dazzling light? It's just that too many coincidences prevented Calvin from experiencing the hardships behind this divinity.

If it were someone else, he might not even be able to take the first step. After all, the essence of the soul gave Calvin the basic possibility of crossing time. If it were someone else, I'm afraid that just this first step would be enough to make people sigh.

And in the process of compressing and igniting the first trace of divine flame, if it weren't for countless similar souls who had the same awareness, allowing them to give up themselves when they gathered together, or even spontaneously suppress their own memories. Then Calvin would definitely not be able to bear such a heavy pressure. What would be the end of schizophrenia multiplied by 100,000 times? Calvin dared not imagine.

Even so, the price to be paid was only postponed and could not be waived.

The souls eventually returned to one with the ignition of divinity, and this part of the price did not need to be paid. But the vast amount of memories they left behind were still in the concrete form of Calvin's soul waiting for him to sort it out.

If every external memory cannot be cleaned up, then Calvin's cognition of himself may be biased.

Then one day, when he needs to be the enemy of God, every vague memory of his now, the incomplete self-cognition brought by it, is a loophole that the other party can take advantage of, and it is also a poison and a sword that can be used to kill his personality.

So Calvin in the spiritual world is now facing a very difficult problem: how to complete the sorting of more than 10,000 memories in a short time of transformation surgery.

Even if the clock of the brain is much faster than the real time, this belated burden is still far beyond Calvin's ability.

In the real world, after several days of replacement and development at the genetic level, the effect of Calvin's transformation surgery began to slowly manifest.

Since the middle of the operation, his body began to grow rapidly under the excessive supply of the pharmacist brothers at all costs: his height grew again from 215 cm to a full 280 cm, and his weight also increased by 30 kg.

The excessively fast growth rate caused the pituitary gland to distribute most of the nutrients it took in to bones and organs, and unimportant parts such as muscles could only wait and see.

So now, in the pharmacists' sight, floating in the life support cabin is such a grotesque figure with a height of more than nine feet, thick joints but not much muscle.

"Has Terra's reply arrived?" The chief pharmacist stood in the old place. He crossed his arms, looked up at Calvin in the cabin and asked the pharmacist in charge of contact without turning his head.

"It has arrived. According to the reply, the messenger is on the way." The pharmacist in charge of contact said.

"Then let's get ready. If we can survive this, we will have one more brother." The chief pharmacist waved his hand and gave an order to the surgical team in the room.

After receiving the order, the pharmacists began to transfer Calvin from the cabin to the operating table.

On the other side, the last part of the Astartes transformation - the black carapace known as the living cancer - has been cut and is ready.

At the same time, the messenger from Terra also took the spacecraft through the heavy fog and arrived at Titan.

After a simple confirmation, the mysterious messenger went all the way to the operating room alone, carrying the important supplies that he personally kept. From the fact that he did not need any prompts along the way, he could rush straight to the medical room in the complex corridors of the Grey Knight Fortress without stopping, which obviously was not his first time to perform this mission.

"Bang-bang-bang" The heavy and steady steps were as precise and powerful as if they were adjusted by a clock. As the footsteps approached, the door of the medical room was opened, and a tall figure wearing a black watcher helmet and the iconic adamantium power armor of the Imperial Guards walked in.

The Imperial Guard, an imperial guard from the throne court, came here with a direct order from the Imperial Guards Marshal Trajan and special supplies promised to the Grey Knights.

The visitor walked straight to the operating table, and after observing Calvin lying on the bed, a low voice came from under the helmet.

"Is it him?"

"It's him, the only successful candidate for this transformation. The information is here, please check it." The chief pharmacist replied while motioning the pharmacist next to him to take out Calvin's identity information.

"The information has been confirmed, there are no problems. Then get ready to start." After quickly but carefully reading the information, the envoy of the Forbidden Army did not intend to leave, so he stood beside the operating table.

The pharmacists seemed to take it for granted, and began to make incisions in various parts of Calvin's body in an orderly manner, and inserted black carapace that had been cut into appropriate sizes into the incisions.

During this series of operations, the position of the Imperial Guard miraculously did not affect their operations at all. It seems that this location belongs to the "old place" of these emperor's messengers.

When the carapace was implanted and all wounds were sutured, the Imperial Envoy stood up straight and carefully took out a golden box from a storage box on the inside of his breastplate.

When all the pharmacists saw it, they all put away their work and knelt down to it:

"Holy is my emperor! Nurturing me with blood! How great is my lord! Giving me spirit!"

The imperial envoy calmly took out a small crystal test tube from the box, where the half-gold and half-red liquid gave off strange colors under the pale light in the medical cabin.

He held the test tube more carefully with both hands, suspended it over the only unsewed wound on Calvin's chest, carefully pulled out the stopper, and gently injected the liquid inside until the test tube was empty. His posture remained still, as if he was confirming whether his mission was successfully completed.

The pharmacists continued to kneel and remained solemn throughout. Looking at the scene in front of them, they felt like they were seeing their own birth, and they still didn't get tired of it even though they had seen it a thousand times. It wasn't until the imperial envoy put away the test tubes that they stood up one after another.

The sacred ceremony should have come to an end, and the pharmacists began to prepare to sew up Calvin's wounds and rush back to the life-support cabin. However, unexpectedly, the Imperial Guard did not turn around and leave, but calmly spoke again:

"Wait a minute, in the name of Lord Trajan, Marshal of the Throne Court, I have brought another thing."