Chapter 296: Out-of-Control Faith and the Sudden Appearance of the Truth

Humans are a special race, which Calvin has always known and is proud of.

The short life cycle allows this race to have a reproduction speed that the Eldar cannot match; also because of the short life, the colors and changes in their souls in a hundred years are particularly strong.

The vast space of the Milky Way has experienced the rise and fall of countless races and civilizations.

But among the three races that truly dominate this galaxy, only humans have such a special nature.

The souls of the Eldar have stronger colors and desires, but the speed of population reproduction and the basic model of civilization determine that they are destined to self-destruction;

The civilization of the Necrontyr relies on external forces, and it is not considered a sentient being since its original foundation.

Only humans can use their souls to provide more variables for this universe in the irreversible background of this universe heading towards the extinction cycle.

This is a blessing, because life is short, it will be eager to bloom its own brilliance, and the progress of civilization can therefore be accelerated.

It is also a curse. In the rise and fall of order and chaos with the world cycle as the time unit, only the soul output of this scale of human beings is worthy of the gods as the tentacles of the two camps and the prize for the final victory in the eternal holy war.

Faith is the best nourishment for their growth, and the soul is the cornerstone for them to move towards a higher dimension after unifying theocracy.

Calvin is still unclear about the relationship between the gods and sentient beings.

But when the psychic halo he set up to protect the secret of his identity caused a fierce reaction among the millions of people watching the ceremony, he also passively experienced the offering of faith and soul.

The viewing area of ​​the celebration is huge but small. Although the nearly one million spectators can be called a sea of ​​people, with a population of tens of billions on Ophelia 7, only true believers and the elite population of the star zone are qualified to attend.

More people are not qualified to enter the inner city of the City of Grace, and can only participate in this important celebration ceremony under the video broadcast of the outer city or satellite city.

The atmosphere of the military parade had been set to the extreme before his appearance, and the majority of the believers on the viewing platform had already been heated to the highest peak.

When 300 Grey Knights wearing red power armor (exorcist regiment paint), with an average height of 2.7 meters after wearing power armor, holding halberds, marching, and guarding his throne like stars surrounding the moon, appeared on the stage.

The psychic halo on him raised the atmosphere of the entire ceremony to a direction that no one could have expected.

The crowd of believers became the fuse of this storm of faith, and they were the first to kneel down after seeing Calvin.

The celebration in their eyes was sacred enough. When Calvin appeared on the throne in the eyes of the crowd, they seemed to see again the existence who led the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Fist to recapture this land 8,000 years ago under the reflection of the psychic halo.

The crowd was shocked by the holiness they saw, and the warm cheers and sacred hymns were silent for a while.

The devout were the first to kneel down in tears, praying to Calvin with all their heart for the Emperor.

Under the guidance of the pure faith of the devout, the huge spiritual power surged towards Calvin like a torrent. Calvin also felt the gathering of this faith, but he never thought that the end of this power would be himself.

A huge amount of faith belonging to others, by chance, pressed down on his soul. While Calvin felt the familiar pain reappear, the powerful external spiritual power was ruthlessly impacting his divine soul.

Holy Emperor! The Lord of Humanity!

Great is the Emperor! Save humanity from darkness!

Countless voices prayed in overlapping, and countless soul faith powers gathered in Calvin's ears along with these voices.

His divine soul was like standing in front of a reservoir that was opened to release floodwaters, bearing the impact of faith from millions of imperial subjects on the viewing platform.

Calvin also believed in that sacred existence, but as an outsider, he never had the idea of ​​becoming one with it.

The impact and assimilation of the power of faith on the soul can only create strong pressure in the face of the hard essence of his divine soul, but cannot assimilate or erase his personality.

The psychic ring on Calvin's head began to shine, and the defense mechanism in his soul was awakening and resisting under the spontaneous activation of the legion mode.

The Soul City in the spiritual world sensed the erosion of external forces. Those redeemed souls spontaneously stopped their work and, under the leadership of the warriors in the central hall, began to pray and support the gods they believed in.

The hymns echoed from the continent, and the huge sound waves surged to the sky and finally broke through the clouds and appeared in reality.

The imperial subjects living in the distant Orpheus sector were also strongly affected by some emotions under the spiritual inspiration of a certain moment. They put down their things and chanted the holy names of the Emperor and the Messenger of Ashes under the nearest Emperor's holy image.

Calvin's head hurt even more, and the outline of the real universe in his eyes was almost filled with the light of faith. The chanting in his ears made him extremely irritated and in unbearable pain, but later the addition of the City of Souls and the voice of the Messenger of Ashes chanting in his ears eased his pain a little.

Two supports from different directions saved his body. When the sun-like halo appeared behind Calvin in the psychic vision, the prayers praising his holy name were also integrated and spread to the crowd on the viewing platform.

But the crowd in the frenzy could no longer distinguish the difference between the holy names in the voices. Their emotions had reached a climax under the guidance of the devout believers.

At the moment when these mortals may have the purest faith in their lives, they can also vaguely see the halo behind Calvin.

The miraculous response made all the people on the viewing platform kneel down, and the greater emotional resonance attracted the tens of billions of people on this planet who watched the ceremony to pray in unison outside the City of Grace.

A stronger torrent of faith began to be generated and gathered on the world of Ophelia No. 7. Bells began to ring spontaneously on the domes of countless Gothic churches above the City of Grace.

In countless corridors, chapels, and confessionals, relics and statues of saints shone. The priests of the state religion had never seen such a magnificent and real miracle. After being shocked by their souls, they knelt down to pray and joined the carnival of faith.

The emotions of hundreds of millions of people completed an epic resonance and synchronization at this moment.

This is probably the first time in human history that such a large-scale collective will has been completed.

This huge force gathered and hovered above the City of Grace. After dispersing all the clouds in the sky, it descended on Calvin's body along the ray of light from the sun to the ground.

The golden beam of light from the far end shone on Calvin's body. The Astartes and the state religion nuns on the terrace in the distance looked at each other, and then looked at the cardinal beside him.

After sensing the doubts of his colleagues, the latter could only spread his hands innocently.

They paid enough courtesy to the visit of Lord Terra, but it was impossible for them to create an artificial "miracle" for him.

Calvin had already adjusted his state at this time. The pure faith of the devout as the forerunner of this power gave him precious reaction time.

He switched to the soul projection mode and no longer used his fragile body to bear this overly huge power.

A silver moon as big as a star appeared silently in the subspace, and it also accepted all these external forces without rejection, and then refracted them towards the distant Terra after filtering and absorbing the impurities of desire and emotion.

Yes, Calvin does not need faith, at least he does not need faith that does not belong to him.

This carnival of faith under a strange combination of circumstances was a crisis he had not expected.

With no way to retreat, he could only passively bear these wrong directions to his own Emperor faith first, and then find ways to sort out and derive them.

This is a disaster that belongs to him, because if another mortal is present, he can't touch the essence of faith at all.

This is also an opportunity for him, because the emotions and desires generated by the resonance of billions of souls are exactly what he needs to replenish his own soul.

The scars on Calvin's soul core were repaired significantly under the transmission of tens of billions of emotions;

This basic gain corresponds to the land in his spiritual world, which expanded outward again after being nourished by these emotions.

Large tracts of land rose violently in the sea of ​​souls, and the changes of the sea and the earth appeared on this idealistic land in a short period of time.

From a theological point of view, the crisis caused by the riot and carnival of faith this time eventually turned into a win-win situation for him and the Emperor.

A huge amount of pure and impure faith will have a long-term benefit to the sacred on Terra;

And the vast and countless emotions and desires will once again catalyze the growth of the continent in Calvin's spiritual world, making it take a tiny step closer to becoming a reality.

The voice of prayer finally calmed down after Calvin's figure disappeared.

And this wave of waves raised by Calvin at the soul level, in addition to pushing his psychic power to a climax at a certain moment, was only slightly perceived by the Astartes think tank and psychics in the distance.

The astropaths were also affected, but the prayers that filled the entire Ophelia galaxy only occurred once every few decades. Apart from avoiding this particularly violent wave in time, they did not notice what was happening at the level of faith.

Ophelia 7 in the subspace became extremely bright at a certain moment.

In the eyes of all the navigators on the ships passing through the Storm Star Region, there was a moment of psychic brilliance that was no less than that of the Star Torch Court.

"No! Impossible!"

Stuart, the captain of the Ultramarines garrison, looked seriously into the distance. His strong will allowed him to break through the outer periphery of Calvin's psychic halo.

In a glimpse at a certain moment, he saw some of the truth hidden under the halo.

The meaning of Calvin's huge body made him shudder. The epic silver power armor without disguise on his body, and the regulations represented by the gorgeous carvings on his shoulder armor and chest, made him instinctively think of a figure who was still sleeping.

When he focused his attention on Calvin again, the figure sitting on the throne turned back into a Terminator Power Armor wearing the red paint of the Exorcist Regiment.

"My friend, have you found anything?"

The captain of the Imperial Fists, Hornthorne, noticed Stuart's abnormality, and walked to him with heavy steps in the Terminator Power Armor and asked in a low voice.

"No...no..."

Stuart shook his head in denial. He slowly took off the Mark IV helmet on his head and looked into the distance thoughtfully while breathing the cool air around him.

The throne in the distance had passed under the terrace. Those strange Astartes warriors who were obviously taller than the average had also guarded the huge throne and walked farther and farther in a uniform pace.

Hornthorn also took off the bright yellow Archon's helmet with mane decoration. The two people's eyes collided for a moment and then separated immediately.

There are too many details worth pondering in this parade. It is not just Calvin's occasional true appearance and his identity that are worth pondering; those strange Astartes warriors are also suspicious.

Against the background of the average height of 2.3-2.5 meters of the Astartes warriors under the Empire, their height after wearing armor has obviously reached 2.7 meters, which has obviously exceeded the growth limit brought by normal gene seeds.

This is not one or two exceptions, but all the Astartes warriors in the queue!

This cannot be the Exorcist Regiment, at least not the Exorcist they know!

The emblems and weapon features of their chapters have been firmly remembered by the two captains at this time, and the speculation about their identities has formed a vague contrast with some intelligence known only to the Astartes.

After returning to their own chapter base later, the application for investigation and understanding of this chapter will be sent to their respective mother group bases together with this information.

There are still many questions, but they cannot be discussed here.

At this time, besides the monks of the State Church, there are only combat sisters around the two people. These armed sequences, which are led by both the State Church and the Inquisition, are instinctively not on the list of people they trust.

The accumulation and foundation of the original chapter made them believe in each other's position. On this planet where multiple high-sequence armed forces of the Empire are stationed, they only have real respect for each other.

Both of them decided to communicate their thoughts and speculations privately after returning to the base.

And after observing the strangeness of the two, the leaders of the several combat sisters also had a subtle collision of eyes.

The grand military parade gradually came to an end. Behind the terrace, a low-ranking priest belonging to the state church quietly appeared beside the blood-red curtain and made an obscure gesture to the cardinal in the tube.

"The Supreme Administrator has summoned me. I am sorry to be away."

The cardinal remained calm. After whispering an apology to the commanders, he walked inside accompanied by his followers, holding the sermon staff covered with scriptures.

When his gorgeous blood-red robe disappeared at the corner of the corridor, another cardinal took over the reception task, smiled and stretched out his right hand to invite everyone:

"The Supreme Lord Inquisitor will meet with the Supreme Administrator in the Holy Temple later. There is still time to rest in between. Please follow me..."

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