Chapter 474 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows (Fifty-Nine) Changes Beyond the Timeline

"What are you talking about?" Calvin roared and stirred up waves in the mental confrontation.

He originally thought that this was another mental pollution of the Demon Primarch, but this time, Lorgar's mind that attacked Calvin also contained the memory he had heard from Horus thousands of years ago.

The gathering of the expedition fleet in Morro, and the various relics left by the Emperor when he was still a mortal under Horus' guidance after Lorgar arrived here, all flashed through Calvin's mind in this short moment.

The broken, primitive spacecraft with obvious traces of Terra's industry, the Ascended myths shared by the indigenous people of different continental plates;

The gatekeeper of the immortals left by the Emperor in Morro, and the memory of Morro that He erased from all the gene Primarchs.

And most importantly, Horus told Lorgar in person after receiving the revelation of the Chaos Gods, and the great changes that took place after he walked into that portal under Lorgar's witness...

Everything, everything, is proving the truth of the words of the Demon Primarch.

The many records in the Imperial Inquisition that Calvin had in his possession also indirectly confirmed the news that the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet was stranded in this strategically unvalued star zone after the rebellion.

After being pieced together, these incomplete information all pointed to the same fact, that is, this is indeed the place where the Emperor personally descended and attached great importance to, as Lorgar said.

And this memory is more than that, it gives Calvin even more pictures:

That is how the rebellious Horus, from a powerful but still killable Primarch, transformed into a god on earth who ignored the Titans' attacks and roamed the Apocalypse-level battlefield after walking out of this portal...

"Is this your purpose?"

Calvin finally understood Erebus's plan, but he still had doubts about Lorgar's purpose.

He himself was a Primarch and had no desire for the Primarch's blood. Unless there were other hidden conditions in this door, he didn't have to go to the trouble of waiting for Calvin's arrival.

"Of course... of course..." Lorgar's whisper pierced through the darkness and sounded in Calvin's ears.

"Power is authority, so precious that even the gods are stingy with it. Horus is lucky because he needs to carry a great mission.

But I am different. Without a perfect sacrifice, how can I get a rich gift?"

His voice gradually disappeared in the surge of energy, and in the endless tide of darkness, Calvin still stubbornly resisted with his own strength.

The authority of order is still sharp and cold. Wherever the silver thunder goes, it will inevitably bring the annihilation of chaos, but what he is facing at this moment is Lorgar's preparation for decades. In the ceremony covering the star region, tens of millions of souls are sacrificed every moment.

In the projection of the subspace, pain and wailing converge into a tsunami as tall as a mountain, endlessly impacting the silver figure;

The silver giant as magnificent as a god in the subspace will also be gradually submerged in the confrontation with the entire world.

With the help of countless rituals, the demonic tide stubbornly entrenches itself in the entire star region. Every moment, more disasters penetrate the curtain of reality and descend on the land of Janmoro.

The will of the legions of Calvin and the Grey Knights is so small in comparison. Without being able to touch their foundations, they can only stimulate them more and make them more active.

The light of salvation is still penetrating the darkness, and order is also fighting and annihilating in chaos, but the range that Calvin supports is still constantly decreasing.

The holy armor is broken, and the once sharp halberd is gradually dulling.

When the first Grey Knight who died in battle appeared, the silver light representing hope in the subspace gradually dimmed with the fall of these angels.

Yes, dim... When the consciousness of the Primarch is shrouded in the darkness of chaos, when the sacrifice of the warriors who shed their blood cannot exchange for the victory they desire.

The battles and sacrifices of the soldiers and civilians of the Empire on countless battlefields in the Janmoro star region are also stained with the color of tragedy.

Deep in the warp, the silver giant was gradually dimming, and the soul source as huge as a star was also stained by darkness after the fire of order gradually extinguished.

Calvin's consciousness was gradually extinguished, and after losing reason and human control, the beast and instinct hidden in the depths of his soul quietly awakened...

Lorgar walked towards the door, and he was dragging the unconscious Primarch in his hand.

There was no gorgeous decoration on the ancient stone wall. Under the re-ignited torch, the image simply "painted" on the stone wall looked like the most clumsy graffiti.

But this is it, a chaotic door leading to the warp, and it was this that allowed the two people who walked into it to gain power comparable to that of gods.

Buzz...

The obscure tremor appeared on the stone wall with the blood spilled by Lorgar. After a slight flash, the figures of the two disappeared on the spot.

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In the endless depths of the warp, the place closest to the origin of chaos. Above the eternal waves of the warp, a vast yet tiny land floats quietly.

Its form is so strange because its existence is neither dependent on the present, nor related to the past or the future;

Its existence itself is so sacred, because the eight roads extending outward from the center symbolizing the starting point of the universe and time are silently telling and showing the core truth of chaos.

The eight-pointed star represents the eight most original concepts and powers after the birth of chaos. Each of them means endless power and life;

The eight roads represent eight choices and paths, and four of them have been reached by people.

"Of course you can choose to be their follower. This has nothing to do with glory. It is the result of your vision being the same as theirs;

You can also become an explorer on other roads, and these roads that have no owners at the end, although the rewards will be so rich that you can't imagine, but they are bound to be accompanied by more dangers and ups and downs."

The low chanting seemed to have traveled through time and years. While Luo Jia's eyes were shocked by the miracle in front of him, there was also the same ancient voice telling in his ears.

He slowly blinked his eyes to drain the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned to look at the messenger in front of him, and looked at the intersections representing different paths around him.

The four roads in the right direction can already see the end, and the huge buildings representing the four marks of destruction and different forms are also vaguely visible at the end of these four roads.

Endless praises and chants floated from those sacred buildings, and Lorgar lowered his head after a glance, as if he didn't want to have too much communication with them.

Calvin at his feet was still in a coma, and the red pointer on the Erebus Bell on his body was beeping violently because of the distance from the source of chaos.

But the unconscious Primarch was indifferent to this, but the black pointer in the Erebus Bell was gradually active because of the emergence of some possibility.

"Oh... two lives. Rare records..."

The life that was born with this land took in all these details and said calmly while looking at Lorgar and his spoils.

"I didn't know that fate is so generous? Or has this place become so cheap..."

"No... Only one!" Lorjia corrected the messenger's point of view, and the latter blinked and unexpectedly did not refute.

"Then the other one..."

"Sacrifice!"

"Oh, are you worried about being rejected?... Then it seems that your demands are just as greedy."

The messenger looked at Lorjia and did not rush to respond, but looked at the road still blocked by haze.

"They..." Lorjia asked in a dry tone.

This place is close to his goal for thousands of years. Excitement and tension make this life beyond the ordinary, and it is rare to be unable to control his emotions.

"They are not here..." the messenger replied.

"This is a cross-section of time and space, and it is also a dream that does not exist in time.

They can know this place and interfere with it, but they are not here."

"What about me?" Lorjia was puzzled. If everything here is an illusion, how can the real power be obtained?

"Make the false become real." The messenger prompted.

"When you go far enough on the path you choose, when the ideals you practice are realized one by one, and when false lies are repeated by thousands of people, the boundary between illusion and reality will change."

"He... have they done this before?" Lorgar thought of that man and Horus who left here.

"Of course..." the messenger answered decisively.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, and there will be no gifts that come out of thin air. Your predecessors have also spent a long time here, and have proved their qualifications for everything with countless equally firm choices."

"I understand!" Lorgar exclaimed, and such facts made him believe it even more.

This place will not give him great power for nothing, and this is just an opportunity to prove himself.

"Do you really understand? I have some doubts..." The messenger's words suddenly woke him up.

Following its gaze, Lorgar looked back and saw that Calvin, who was in a coma, was emitting an ominous aura, and at the same time, some changes that made him feel extremely scared were happening...

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