Chapter 381 Leaving and Adapting

In the days that followed, Calvin still frequently traveled between Antarctica and the Throne Court.

Even though the affairs of the Holy Hammer Order were numerous enough, and the establishment of the Eye of the Empire had reached a critical moment;

Even though the man had clearly rejected Calvin's help, even though this was destined to be an effort that would not yield results.

But he still refused to give up. Or in fact, he had already anticipated the doomed disappointing result.

But he still wanted to do everything he could to improve "his" quality of life even a little bit.

The Emperor no longer stopped Calvin's stubbornness, and Calvin no longer communicated with the Emperor.

The two of them sat and stood quietly together. In the empty throne court, apart from the sound of the Golden Throne itself, there was only the eternal low hum of the Stasis Stand.

Such days were like a dream without an end, but after almost two months, it came to an end when Calvin's last effort failed.

"Stop."

Under the beam of light from the sun penetrating the window, every speck of dust in the air was particularly obvious.

The skinny body was motionless in the solidification of the static position, but the vast psychic sound waves emitted by the soul were like the whispers of gods.

The silver-armored demigod still stubbornly half-knelt in the same place and stretched out his hands, but unlike the loud hymns coming from the distant palace, his solemn face was now exhausted.

Calvin had tried his best, but the effect of "purification" was inevitably getting worse.

Most of the faith accumulated in the emperor's body had been eliminated, and his human part had been greatly restored;

But it was inevitable that the white soul belonging to the divine part had become more solid with the unremitting efforts of Calvin.

In contrast to the situation on the emperor's side, Calvin's own strength had increased significantly.

His soul had been greatly supplemented in the multiple purification processes, and his body under pressure had taken another solid step forward with sufficient psychic energy supply.

It couldn't go on, Calvin thought.

Otherwise, if this "divinity" continues to accelerate and condense, I'm afraid it will produce more changes.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Calvin looked up at the golden throne.

He knew that the Emperor's consciousness would not be awake for long, and the man was struggling to maintain the communication with him.

And this farewell meant that he would hardly return here to meet "him" again before finding those concepts.

"Do you remember the question I asked you at the beginning?" The psychic energy came to Calvin from the throne, bringing him back to the scene where he first drifted here.

"Remember." Calvin answered.

That was the most embarrassing and helpless time for him, and it was this man who gave him a chance to start over at that time.

"That's good." The voice in the psychic energy changed from warmth to coldness, and Calvin also keenly sensed the Emperor's intentions from this change.

"We are born as human beings, and we fight for the fate of the human race.

Since we fight for humanity, we should put the interests of humanity first in everything.

Are there any questions?"

"No questions!" Calvin nodded simply.

Having come to this world for decades, he is no longer a fool who knows nothing about this galaxy or even the universe.

The existence of aliens and alien civilizations in the galaxy is not accidental, and he also clearly knows their attitude towards humans in the Tribunal's materials.

"Are you shaken?" That voice sounded again.

"No shakes!"

Calvin paused for a moment, especially when he recalled the blessing he received after fighting the Phoenix Lord of the Eldar until the end.

But he immediately sorted out his logic. He is a warrior of humanity and should fight for humanity.

If he meets these alien races again, he still doesn't mind becoming the devil sung by those creatures when they meet with swords.

"Can you have good intentions?"

"This..." Calvin paused for a rare moment, but the voice immediately gave him a reassuring answer.

"This is right, but it is also wrong.

Humanity is indeed the most precious treasure we protect. You need to see yourself clearly at all times to protect its existence.

But you must also know your responsibilities. At least at the moment you pick up the sword, you are not worthy of humanity.

You are the sword of mankind, the beast that defends humanity."

"Your will!" Calvin did not hesitate for a moment and bowed his head heavily.

The silver-armored demigod knelt down in front of the golden throne again, but this time it meant a long separation for the two.

"Good, go." The emperor's voice seemed to come from the sky, getting farther and farther away.

And when Calvin raised his head, his consciousness seemed to return to silence.

In the empty palace, Calvin was left alone again except for the sound of the machine.

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Galvin left the throne room with a gloomy face, and the Honor Guard and the Imperial Guards, who had no idea what was happening in the palace, could only follow carefully.

The Primarch's concern for the Emperor and his thoughts about the future made him not want to talk while striding forward.

And feeling the psychic atmosphere that was almost overflowing from him like low pressure, the Honor Guard began to secretly signal to the Imperial Guards on guard.

The latter also understood the former's concerns. After confirming Calvin's trajectory, he even moved the mortal troops patrolling the route away.

But Calvin was still immersed in his own world. The more he thought about the current situation of the Emperor and the Empire, the more he hated the Primarchs who led the rebellion.

The overflowing psychic energy continued to strengthen with his mood. With the blessing of the psychic ring that spontaneously lit up on his forehead, when he walked to the vicinity of the helipad, the road behind him was already covered with frost.

"Hmm? Sorry." Seeing the group arrive at the center of the helipad, Calvin, who was pulled out of his thoughts, inadvertently saw Nicholas's abnormality.

The power armor of this powerful Imperial Guards Shield Captain was already full of frost marks condensed by low temperature.

And Calvin's own face, the bright red blood flowed from his nostrils.

This is his problem.

It is also the result of the increasing psychic energy that oppressed his body after his soul was replenished in a short period of time.

Although his body has made great progress compared to before, the gains of his body are still far behind the growth of his soul.

The consequence of this rapid growth and disorder is that he now has to deal with the pressure of the soul on the body on the one hand, and re-adapt and regain control of his strength on the other hand.

He always loses the precise control of strength in daily combat, making it difficult to control the weight in confrontation training.

The Honor Guard has become the biggest victim of this phenomenon. In the recent sparring with him, wearing full armor has become a tacit consensus between them.

What's worse than this is the problem of psychic power. Compared with the vigorous and active soul, he often feels physically tired recently.

Especially at the level of bones and muscles, every time his psychic power just starts to work, his body has issued a serious warning to him that it is overloaded.

This situation continued to happen until he met the Imperial Marshal at the headquarters of the newly established Imperial Eye in the palace.

In their internal restaurant, the Imperial Marshal Trajan stopped Calvin who was also passing by during an accidental meal.

"You're just going to eat this?" Trajan said helplessly after seeing the "synthetic meal" on the plate in Calvin's hand.

The latter looked at Trajan with an innocent look on his face, while Trajan took away the regular Astartes nutritious meal containing ceramic steel powder in his hand.

"Really... Is there no one around you to tell you what you should eat?"

The latter threw the "synthetic meal" aside, and then ordered the attendant beside him to take a "nutrient" marked with refined gold and more rare metal ingredients in the former's face.

"Yes, this is yours."

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