Chapter 415 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Part 2) Waiting for a Hundred Years of Relief

The silver-white Imperial Truth was carried by Calvin's psychic energy and fell from the sky at a speed beyond the limit of vision.

The psychic energy on the heavy sword manifested the thunder under the rules of the real universe, which made it produce an effect similar to the electromagnetic field during high-speed flight.

The already heavy blade of the Imperial Truth began to turn red in the continuous acceleration. At this time, it was like an armor-piercing cone, carrying the "armor-piercing" attribute of the psychic level and the terrifying kinetic energy in the physical sense, flying towards the ground with heavy sonic booms.

Boom!

Another sonic boom of air being pierced sounded, and the branches and leaves rooted in the earth and growing upwards began to break before the heavy sword fell.

The dark green corrupt power accumulated in the twisted branches, but before they could condense, the flash of thunder had already destroyed it while defeating its body.

Feeling the heavy sword deeply inserted into the ground, Calvin's left hand sank slightly as his mind turned, and the Imperial Truth with residual warmth returned to his hand again, but the electromagnetic field observed in the thunder just now made him feel a little surprised.

Perhaps, this is the correct way to use the Imperial Truth?

Calvin looked at the heavy sword in his hand, and then looked at the corrupted power still struggling under his feet. He recalled all the knowledge he had learned about the destructive psychic energy, and tried to actively operate the psychic energy to imitate the electromagnetic magnetic field he had just seen.

"Buzz!"

The blue lightning extended outward from his arm, and then disappeared immediately, but lit up again in the next moment, and it was significantly stronger than before.

Feeling the magnetic field feedback in his hand, the multi-threaded function in the Primarch's brain was activated again, and the synchronous analysis and calculation were performed for the maintenance and enhancement of this magnetic field. And as this power stabilized and strengthened, the heavy sword in Calvin's hand gradually left his palm, floating in the air and slowly rotating.

"You're pretty tough, huh?" Looking at the Corrupted Wood that was recovering under his feet, Calvin whispered to the two demons in the distance.

The magnetic field extending from the Primarch's hand suddenly intensified, and the slowly rotating heavy sword was also accelerating madly. On the Imperial Truth, which blurred into a silver light, the terrifying kinetic energy was released after being accumulated to the extreme, and after a thunderbolt fell, the sword of the Imperial Truth returned to the Primarch's hand in the next moment.

The silver lightning fell again and again, and the light mark of the previous thunderbolt had not yet dissipated from the pupil, and the next thunderbolt had already fallen.

The Imperial Truth also felt Calvin's intention in this explosive use. With the transformation of the spiritual light in the magic eye on the sword hilt, the entire broad sword body began to adjust to a form that was more in line with fluid mechanics.

So the lightning became more intense, and the two demons who tried to escape followed the footsteps of the former one after the Corrupted Wood was destroyed.

The fall of the former required the Primarch to personally take action and destroy it with the power of thunder, while the demise of the latter only required a thought from Calvin, and the Imperial Truth took off the heads of the two demons in the next moment.

When the blazing thunderstorm ended the war, the Primarch also slowly fell to the ground. The Imperial Truth in his hand, which was originally in the form of a beheading sword, has turned into a teardrop-shaped flame-shaped giant sword.

The new sword body is more slender than the original, but the diamond-shaped faceted sword spine does not reduce its strength at all.

The sharper sword tip makes this heavy sword obviously more suitable for stabbing. The wings extending backwards on the hilt, while maintaining the original hand guard function, are more in line with the new way of use it has been given.

Now there are only Calvin and the nameless demon left on the quiet battlefield, and the demon condensed by Guilliman's son did not continue his madness because of his instinctive fear of the Primarch.

But it does not seem to have the intention to escape, but just stands quietly not far in front of the Primarch, waiting for the final judgment given by Calvin.

"Aren't you going to run?" Calvin asked as he took a step forward.

The hideous being in front of him whimpered and retreated, but seemed to be forcing himself to return with fear.

Its eyes filled with hatred and madness seemed to have regained their sanity at this moment, but its huge mouth full of sharp teeth could not speak human words, and it just looked at Calvin with hope.

"I understand..." Calvin sighed.

So the Primarch stuck the long sword in his hand into the ground, and prayed to the Emperor with both hands on the sword. When he had a slight connection with the distant being, Calvin opened his eyes again in front of this special demon.

"Kneel down!" Calvin rarely showed a stern tone, and he was extremely disgusted with others using this etiquette to show his nobility.

But now is different from the past, Calvin must break his own principles. In front of this demon with a special origin, the rebuke and harsh demands on it are, in a sense, also an identification with it.

What is the identification?

Identify its painful atonement and difficult protection for hundreds of years, and recognize that although it no longer has a human body, it still has a human soul.

And that's exactly what it wants.

The demon seemed to be greatly comforted. It whimpered and bent its back and hooves, which were not human structures, while trying to hunch its body and curl up in front of the Primarch in the most humble manner.

The Primarch also stepped forward with the greatsword in hand. In the presence of the Emperor, he pointed the tip of the sword in his hand at the demon's heart, then looked directly into its eyes and solemnly announced to it:

"Your guilt cannot be escaped, but your loyalty remains intact. Hundreds of years of watching have paid for your guilt.

In the name of the Emperor!

In the name of the Human Empire!

In the name of Calvin, the Supreme Lord of the Human Empire Inquisition!

Sinner, you are forgiven!"

The sound of the sword cutting into the flesh and bones and the demon's whimper of relief sounded at the same time, and the latter endured the great pain without any resistance, just looking at the ruins behind him.

There was nothing there except rocks and gravel, only a familiar blue flash in the gaps between some broken stones and rubble.

"I will take you back, I promise." Calvin's words made its eyes reveal relief and gratitude, but this was its last expression.

In the quiet square, the footsteps of the crowd sounded behind Calvin, but he just stared at the flames burning on the fallen demon, and did not say a word for a long time.

This tragedy that lasted for hundreds of years finally ended, and what was left for Calvin was even more profound grief and hatred.

No, we cannot fall into the vortex of hatred. Calvin reminded himself in his heart.

He forced himself to examine this matter from a more rational perspective, and also tried to look at all the participants behind this matter from a more far-reaching perspective.

This is not the crime and sin of two people, and it is certainly not a conflict of interests between two forces.

All betrayals have Chaos' conspiracy behind them, and all the loss of humanity is the replication and repetition of tragedies...

He can't make the same mistake as the former, he must be aware of his mission.

This is an eternal holy war against the Chaos Gods who represent darkness and distortion as intelligent beings and sentient beings. This is also a self-cleansing of mankind to remove the cancer on its own body on the road to a higher level of evolution...

He will certainly avenge the Thousand Sons and the Word Bearers, and he will definitely judge the crimes of Ahriman and the Dark Apostles one by one.

But if he loses his reason because of the countless hatred accumulated over tens of thousands of years, it will be a real loss.

"Let's go, Tiberus is still waiting for us." Calvin said to the Grey Knights and the Guards of the Imperial Guards behind him. Then he took the first step towards the ruins and dug out the power armor buried there with his bare hands.

Golden, Nicholas and others followed and participated in the collection of the remains of Guilliman's son.

Pieces of broken plate armor were dug out from the soil, and ancient Mark VI bird-beak helmets were found in the gaps between bricks and stones.

Nineteen sets of power armor were finally found, and only a few of them were worth repairing.

These war-scarred accessories may not be reused, and the stories of their former owners also prevented them from being worshipped as holy relics.

But Calvin still patiently wiped every found accessory, because the owners of these armors may not have honor, but still have the most precious qualities in his eyes: loyalty and perseverance.

Ding...

A sound that only Calvin could hear rang in his ears. Calvin, who was pulled away from his thoughts, looked around calmly, without any abnormality.

That was the sound of the Erebus Bell, which reminded Calvin that there was something that needed his attention.

What was it? Calvin wiped the helmet in his hand clean and slowly placed it on top of the same set of power armor.

Just as he had just placed the parts of the last piece of armor, countless tiny spots of light appeared on the broken armor. These tiny spots of light seemed to be confused about their own existence, and then they found the existence that attracted them.

After a short stay in the air, they began to gather towards his chest the moment they sensed Calvin.

It is unyielding...

Calvin felt the deepest part of his soul, on the feather that came from the Emperor and represented the hope of mankind, a new feather tube was struggling to grow.

It is so weak and so ugly.

Maybe it was not given much nutrition when it was born, or maybe it encountered too many setbacks when it grew up.

The injustice of fate made it have no good environment, so that it even needs to try its best to survive; the cruel environment made its body full of broken scars, making it just want to survive, and it had to be as ferocious as a beast.

But it is still growing, but it is still alive.

Its quills gradually became more beautiful in the painful transformations, and its down, after struggling to shed again and again, was growing feathers that could soar into the sky.

Unyielding...

Calvin sighed, he finally understood what the guidance of the Erebus Bell was, and he finally understood what the most precious qualities of these sons of Guilliman were.

It turns out that the most precious qualities of these humans do not necessarily exist in saints or primarchs; it turns out that the most precious spiritual wealth of these people exists in every ordinary soul.

"My lord, all the armor has been found. A total of nineteen sets, waiting for your order."

The captain of the imperial guards asked behind Calvin, and Calvin also got up from the ground.

"Go back." He said concisely.

He would keep his promise and send the armor and remains of these sons of Guilliman back to Plesdia. He also wanted to vindicate these loyal souls to comfort their unyielding souls.

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