Chapter 470 Black and Red, the Plot in the Shadows (Fifty-Five) The Final Battle with the War Lord

Chapter 470 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Fifty-Five) Decisive Battle - War Lords

The Titan War, just like the meaning of the word Titan itself, is full of the grand, magnificent, primitive and violent colors of prehistoric myths.

A black giant of more than 20 meters and nearly six stories high, against the backdrop of the mountains behind it, is like a storm god, holding up the lightning and thunder in its hands, charging towards a group of beings as ancient as it.

And in the eyes of the soldiers and demons looking up, the bodies of the Lords of Murder are equally tall and majestic.

The red rays they shoot out are like the spears in the hands of ancient knights, and like the swords in the hands of the demons in myths. In the equally huge but evil bodies, the most essential charm of steel and violence is revealed.

Red lasers as thick as an arm converged on the void shield, constantly forcing it out of the invisible state;

The huge energy impact caused ripples in the shield with a tooth-grinding squeak, and finally penetrated it, leaving a huge red, molten scar on the dark body of the Titan-like giant.

However, the crown of the storm has also been thrown out, and all the matter of the real universe along the way has disintegrated and collapsed in front of this unmatched force...

These ancient and great incarnations of the machine gods, just like the hope they were once given, exchanged and vented each other's anger in a clumsy and tragic way that was completely opposite to the dexterity of fighting between mortals.

When the light that made people unable to look directly dimmed, a wound as big as the dreadnought appeared on the chest of the Imperial Political Commissar, and the price was a full ten machine Titans, which turned into dust in the former's all-out attack.

But it's worth it...

At least in the eyes of the Lord of Murder in the last second, it was worth paying such a heavy price to exchange for the death of the Psychic Titan.

But will the facts really be as he wishes?

Just when the Lords of Murder, who had lost all their strikers and even some core combat group members, saw that the Psychic Titan was silent because of the fatal wound that pierced through the chest.

The Psychic Titan that made them feel afraid once again showed a high-energy active signal!

Dead Souls!

This is the exclusive ability of the Psychic Titan, and it is also a psychic blessing that can only work on itself.

In the era of the operation of the Omen Order, the use of this power means that at the cost of completely draining the life of the psychic, the Psychic Titan, which was originally a mechanical creation, has limited self-repair ability under the influence of supernatural power.

After this Titan was assigned to the Grey Knights, the endless psychic energy infused into it by the Legion's will, starting from Calvin's terrifying soul origin, made the originally limited recovery ability of this psychic law almost infinite!

So when the Lords of Murder thought they had won and were striding forward, a scene that they would never forget appeared:

Subtle psychic fluctuations appeared again, and the Titan's eyes, which should have been dim, began to light up again;

On the land under the Titan, the metal that had been melted and turned into scrap iron defied gravity and time to reorganize and trace back in their eyes. The huge wound that was enough to see through the scenery behind was being repaired and shrunk visibly!

"How is this possible!"

Several fallen Titan pilots who retained their personal consciousness exclaimed in an uncontrollable way. The appearance of this supernatural power completely defeated their reason.

In the psychic Titan that they saw as resurrected, Spyr, who was in charge of and controlled the entire psychic Titan, was leading this miracle while bearing tremendous pressure that the outside world could not understand.

Yes, in a sense, Spyr was indeed performing a miracle.

But as a price, he had to bear the scouring of the psychic wave of the entire legion's will together with the Imperial Political Commissar.

Although this tenacious soul had gone through nearly ten thousand years alone with his own will, he still seemed to have difficulty walking under the impact of this extremely huge force.

The majestic power was impacting his soul every moment, and the unruly machine soul of the Imperial Political Commissar could also escape his control at any time.

His metal body in the real world was becoming unstable with the impact of power, and the connection between the silver liquid metal wire and the Iron Throne was also flickering, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time.

Will, or will.

The star-like soul in Calvin's body is injecting boundless power into his body while constantly questioning his will.

And this questioning is not only related to his own survival, but also closely related to the changes in Calvin's spiritual world.

The magnificent Iron Temple in the Pure Land of the Soul is undergoing corresponding changes in reality, and whether Spyr can survive this test and sublimate again is directly related to an irreversible choice of path in Calvin's soul.

+ What are you? +

A magnificent voice in the majestic power is questioning him.

+ I... I am a human. +

+ What is a human? + That voice is so sacred and indisputable.

+Humanity! We have humanity! +

Speyer struggled to maintain his consciousness.

+Is it possible to stick to the original intention? +

Unlike Calvin's original three questions about the soul, this voice skipped the last question and directly questioned the fundamentals of Speyer's self-preservation.

+…………+

Speyer did not answer immediately, and in his mind, all the time he had experienced was once again traced back to the present.

This is a sign of the soul's demise, because every soul will have a similar experience more or less at the end of its life;

But this is also the starting point of life sublimation, because if there are still people who can always understand and stick to their vision like this soul, then in this idealistic universe, what awaits him must be the re-blooming of life.

+Is it possible to stick to the original intention? +The voice questioned again.

"Yes!" All the past years were first shattered in Speyer's eyes, and then gathered again under his iron-like will.

After sorting out the meaning of his entire life, Spyr's soul became as crystal clear, and in this incomparably pure crystal, his ideal that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Pop...

A subtle cracking sound came from his soul, and countless negative memories representing regrets and reluctance in the past were also peeled off.

In the silver psychic wave, his soul once again gathered into his youngest appearance, and on his head, a crown similar to Calvin's, but simpler, was born.

War Lord!

In Calvin's spiritual world, the Iron Temple in the Pure Land of Souls is undergoing earth-shaking changes!

Countless praying souls in the central square looked up, and countless soldiers in the Pure Land who had fought for the Empire in their lifetime also took off their civilian clothes at this moment and wore military uniforms!

And in the center of the temple, under the gaze of the Holy Emperor, a huge and ancient long table was born from the void.

On the right side of the main seat at the end of the long table, a slightly shorter but equally larger stone chair with carvings of Speyer's life in battle was rising from the ground!

War Lord!

At the top of the Iron Temple, the sacred bell rang without wind! The entire Pure Land world was celebrating the birth of another leader who could protect mankind!

The knowledge possessed by the countless soul branches on the timeline that Calvin possessed was rapidly infusing him according to Speyer's characteristics;

Whether it was Calvin in the distance or Speyer in the Imperial Commissar, they instantly looked up at each other!

Calvin's soul silently celebrated because the Pure Land world finally welcomed a comrade-in-arms who could share and share his huge soul essence;

And on the Iron Throne of the Imperial Commissar, the originally smooth skin on the silver body that was originally the size of a mortal became as gorgeous and solemn as armor in just a few breaths, and it also soared to more than three meters!

Update. Broke my promise. Without further ado, continue writing.