Chapter 422 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (VIII) Share

Soul...

Calvin fell into thought in this temple that belonged to him. This most fundamental and heavy sustenance was undoubtedly an unexpected burden for him.

Fortunately, he had the opportunity to transform his soul at the beginning, and fortunately, he had the authority to purify the soul, otherwise he could hardly imagine how these billions of souls would affect his own will after entering his spiritual world.

These were not those evil demons that could be devoured by Calvin without scruples to make up for his own defects. These were the same kind he recognized in another universe. He could only let them sleep in his spiritual world after making a promise.

How many souls are there? Calvin never paid attention to them after the initial battle of the SATA galaxy.

But just now, as his mind turned, all the souls in the entire spiritual world appeared in his field of vision.

7531095600 people...

A full 7.5 billion souls, and even this number that made Calvin's scalp numb was just a small fraction of the people who were affected or killed in the war in the Storm Star Region in decades of war.

Just like the propaganda of the Imperial Church in the Storm Star Region, Calvin is just an apostle of the Emperor walking on earth.

So when the people in the Storm Star Region finally face death under the cohesion of faith, most of them still choose the direction of the Golden Throne.

And this is just the Storm Star Region.

What about the Taiping Star Region?

What about the Extreme Star Region?

And what about the Misty Star Region, which is always in the highest intensity of war because of the existence of the Eye of Terror?

How many souls flock to the Golden Throne every moment? How many souls have flocked to the Golden Throne in the entire empire in the past ten thousand years?

What is their final result?

How did the Emperor bear this burden that was not enough to describe the weight of a million?

Calvin finally turned around and stared at the Emperor's holy statue behind him, putting this question aside for the time being. This huge statue in Calvin's spiritual world only reflected the ideals in his heart and silently responded to his gaze.

Oh, and indomitable.

After Kerbers left, Calvin once again thought of his latest gain. In response to his call, the newly grown "feather" appeared in his palm with a faint glow.

Unyielding, this is what he gained from Kerberos and the dead sons of Guilliman, and it is also the precious quality that these Astartes showed him through centuries of fierce battles.

This concept has not yet grown up, and it has all the incredible powers of other concepts. It is now just the smallest candle, burning quietly in his hand.

It is not even a fraction of the way to true completeness, but even the most incomplete "unyielding" is just like its name, which will benefit all those who feel it at the soul level.

Calvin could already feel his difference at the moment when this feather appeared.

On the crown of his own source of faith, among the thirteen steel thorns, with the appearance of "unyielding", a new flame has been ignited.

And as this new flame lit up, all the dead souls on the land of the pure land of souls were excited.

After being inspired by this spirit, they showed Calvin various interpretations of this spirit in human civilization according to their different identities.

Unyielding is not tyranny, it is the more determined eyes of the warriors when they hold their weapons.

Unyielding is not anger, it is the sweat of the farmers who still work hard despite the devastation after the war.

Unyielding is not an insatiable desire, it is a scholar who keeps trying despite knowing that the road ahead is dark.

Unyielding is not the instinct that is difficult to let go when facing death, but the heart that still loves this world after truly understanding despair...

And this influence is also happening in the real world, happening to all people closely related to Calvin.

The people on the Unremitting Holy War are the first to bear the brunt. No matter what their identities are, they all feel a kind of baptism and sublimation of the soul at this moment.

The awake people became more resolute in their hearts after work, while the dormant people felt a moment of peace and tranquility in their dreams...

The Grey Knights and Tindalos Legion fighting in the distance felt their hearts filled with new strength after the intense mental exhaustion.

Countless people who chanted the name of St. Calvin in the flames of war also felt the comfort from afar at this moment...

"Let it go where it should go, because if it is Him, more people will probably benefit..."

Calvin thought so and did so.

He looked at this precious "feather" without hesitation, and then knelt on one knee in front of the Emperor's statue in front of him.

He tried to mobilize his will, and while stirring the power of the warp, he established a channel of communication with the Emperor, and then at the moment of connecting to that dazzling star-like existence, he offered this "feather" to Him with both hands.

"Uh, what is that..."

Navigator Harlins sat on his throne, and his energy was always maintained in the vision of psychic energy. The moment Calvin summoned Terra, the Star Torch that was originally used for reference coordinates in his field of vision was lighting up abnormally.

The sudden brightness made his three eyes sting and shed tears, and in the perception of his heart, the existence that he had been lucky enough to see had already arrived.

"The throne is above!" His shouting sounded at the same time as the astropath next door, and the psychic choirs on the other side of the wall prostrated themselves on the ground, chanting the holy name of the Emperor.

The black light, which was completely different from reality, filled their entire perception. The light was so blazing and so cold. Just when they thought they were going to sacrifice themselves for it, this power passed by them silently like a Leviathan swimming in the void.

The Grey Knights also sensed this power, and they were so familiar with it. All the Grey Knights in the entire fleet saluted with weapons at this moment, paying the highest respect to this existence that shoulders the fate of mankind.

Calvin, with his eyes closed, felt the familiar power, and the moment it descended, the weight in Calvin's hands also became lighter.

He slowly opened his eyes in the spiritual world. The statue in front of him had disappeared without a trace. Only a tall shadow stood on the platform.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" A slightly cold voice asked meaningfully.

This voice was very similar to the one he heard last time, but there was a subtle difference.

"What's a pity?" Calvin looked at the figure, but he couldn't see his face clearly. Endless light surrounded him, but under the white and gold robe was darkness.

"Faith, power... and power. Isn't it a pity?" the figure said.

"I don't think so." Calvin answered simply.

There are no lies in the spiritual world, it's only limited to how much truth you are willing to show. At this time, Calvin had no reservations about this figure, and his whole spirit was under the observation of the existence in front of him.

He was sure that the existence in front of him was still the emperor, but he could feel that his will was not the one he saw last time.

Divine personality? No, not him.

If it was the divine emperor, then the coldness in his bones could not be concealed, and he didn't bother to conceal it. Given His style of doing things, He would most likely just give Calvin the order to continue and then withdraw, and would never stay here for even a second longer for such a question...

Who would that be?

After Calvin immediately ruled out the "God Emperor" speculation, his mind raced as he vaguely remembered some legends about the Emperor...

"Interesting idea... but I have to say, it's quite close to reality."

The tall shadow felt Calvin's thoughts and said in an ambiguous way, but He was not interested in explaining Calvin's doubts, but continued to ask the question just now:

"So what about responsibility, or ambition?"

"Responsibility? Ambition?" Calvin subconsciously repeated the words of the shadow, and the efficiency of will transmission in the spiritual world is far from comparable to language in reality. He understood His implication almost in the next second.

"Ambition? The kind of monster bred by responsibility and ambition..." Calvin habitually confirmed with the latter, and then got confirmation in the silence of the shadow.

"Yes!" Calvin replied.

"In the world where I was born, my people never shy away from saying this. We believe in it and find our place based on pragmatism." Calvin said this without thinking, but the figure fell into thinking because of the semantics.

This is a clear communication of Calvin's will, that is, he is willing to live in peace in prosperous times and take up his destiny in troubled times.

He never shy away from his thoughts on responsibility and ambition, but he also clearly expressed his attitude that he will always put the fate of the entire human race first.

"Interesting ideas, interesting civilization..." The light and shadow left this comment and disappeared in Calvin's spiritual world.

The "feather" also left him and followed the light and shadow. As the concept called "unyielding" returned, Calvin could feel that all the lives in the entire galaxy who thought they were human were benefiting from it, including him.

Their souls were consolidated in this baptism, and their wills became more firm in this sublimation. The corruption and distortion of chaos will pay a higher cost, and the temptation and deception of the devil will also pay a higher price.

After this battle, the positive emotions of the entire human race have increased visibly, and facing the endless negative emotions in the subspace, those newly born positive emotions are like antimatter, fighting against negative energy in the turbulent energy tide, and then annihilating each other...

This change is not strong in the entire galaxy, but it still makes the Chaos Gods open their vigilant eyes.

Because this is the first time that positive emotions in the universe have risen and fought back since the War of Heaven in the entire galaxy and even the entire subspace!

When have they ever been provoked so arrogantly!

When have they ever felt such a threat that endangers the fundamental existence of them!

The bodies of the Chaos Gods in the long river of time have awakened one after another, and the endless bloody battle on the stage of the gods in the depths of the subspace has also rarely stopped!

The eyes of the gods swept all corners in the long river of time, but except for the existence that has already reaped a lot and returned to Terra, they rarely found any traces and opportunities to turn the tables...

This is not the first time. The disappearance of those "seeds" has already aroused the vigilance of the gods.

Across the curtain between the supreme heaven and reality, the Chaos Gods looked at the golden existence indifferently under the convergence of their huge wills. But when the emperor was ready, no one took action rashly.

The subspace is shaking violently, and the endless power of chaos rises from its deepest part. The gods are raising their divine works. Their largest incarnations, who are imprisoned on their own divine thrones, after the arrival of their original will, also Stopped the eternal battle and entertainment, and began to give orders with a serious face.

Endless demons cheered in the unknown, celebrating the rare moment when the gods raised their thrones at the same time. However, in their bizarre temples and kingdoms, all the demon princes who were truly qualified to know the truth lowered their heads like cicadas. Don't dare to make a sound.

"Blood, I want to see more blood!" The blood light gathered on the brass throne, roaring and throwing more power into reality.

The endless blood light was continuously amplified in the subspace. After catching up with the aftermath of the last subspace tide, its accumulated power finally reached a certain limit, so in the Kingdom of Khorne, in response to the call of the Blood God, A red angel slowly opened his eyes...

"A new era is about to begin, and my faith will spread all over the earth!" The twisted shadow in the Six-ring Demon Realm stood in the deepest part of the Demon Palace, spreading his faith into reality with blasphemous and twisted words.

Countless cults lurking in the empire have been blessed with powers that would have required massive sacrifices. They became more fanatical as they found the treasure. Under the shadow of Salis, they began to organize the transition from latent to active.

"Ten thousand changes... Ten thousand changes... Ho ho..." In the endless distortion of time and space, the invisible being said to himself, while the two-headed demon behind him already knew the will of Father God and began to urge Follow the dark shepherds who have reached reality to harvest more lambs for the glory of God the Father.

In the darkness, a huge fleet was floating quietly in the endless subspace, and in one of the huge battleships, the original body of the Word Bearers was awakening.

"...Does Father God really have no will?"

In Nurgle's garden, the anxious Lord of the Pale Legion was circling back and forth, and in the shadow behind him, a small mountain-sized Great Unclean One was intently tending to the cauldron in front of him.

"No, Father God, you know, it's just pretending. The scene was too ugly at that time. It's really unjustifiable if I don't express my anger in a symbolic way. Come on! Stop talking about this and try my new soup... …”

"Taste your ma!" Mortarion roared angrily in his heart, but due to the subtlety of their identities, he still frowned and stepped forward to take the burlwood cup from Kugas' hand.

He didn't hold back when he took it in the middle, so the moment the magic eye in the center of the tree tumor was crushed, the whole cup let out a sharp scream.

After pinching his nose and drinking this thing that had no "poison aesthetics", Mortarion couldn't wait to look at this loving father's "most favored person":

"Then let's forget it? My great son died in an unknown way, and I...I can't even take revenge?"

"That's not to say..." Kugas pinned a Nurgling that climbed up from his waist to his belt to prevent it from accidentally falling into the pot. He also ignored the little guy biting his nails. protest on.

It glanced at Mortarion beside it with a sideways look, but it was thinking in its heart:

What was Typhonse's relationship with you when he was alive? It's not a secret in Nurgle's domain. Do you really have no idea? Now that he came here to mourn with it, was he really trying to avenge his traitorous son?

Pooh! It's better to believe that the emperor can stand up and give him money...

"Then I can go out?" There is no denial but affirmation. After hearing what Kugas said, Mortarion immediately prepared to pack up his troops and go to make trouble in the real universe.

What happened this time was too bizarre. If he didn't hit the empire like this, he would really feel panicked.

Well, maybe it’s not that I’m holding back too much, but it’s probably true that I’m panicking so much…

Looking at the statue of the Emperor standing in front of him again, Calvin knew that the Emperor had left. Although he still had doubts in his mind, he was not prepared to pursue it, but got up and prepared to leave here.

Um?

Calvin, who was about to pull away, suddenly stopped rising and looked firmly at his hands.

In the palm of his hand that he thought was empty, the concept called "Unyielding" floated quietly, as if it had left and returned again, and it seemed as if it had never left.

"So, that's it..." At this moment, Calvin finally understood.

It turns out that the reason why order can fight against chaos is because its equivalent to the distortion of chaos is its purification, and its equivalent to pollution is sharing...

Belated update, a bit tired, I miss you...