Chapter 477 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows Final Chapter Shattered Fate
Chapter 477 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows Finale - Shattered Destiny
"Look, there are still people holding on."
Looking in the direction of Speyer's finger, a little bit of starlight is flickering on the curtain at the end of the world. The unyielding souls in reality have not given up, and their shining light is also reflected in Calvin's world.
And around those flickering "new stars" are the warriors who once sacrificed for the empire in the Pure Land of Souls.
Although instincts cover the sky of the spiritual world like night, these precious souls are still shining.
Those lights are so familiar that each one can remind him of a clear image, and those lights are so shocking that when Calvin sees them, he can't help but think of the hundred-year journey he has completed unknowingly...
"Look, this is a mortal, although life is short, it is dazzling enough."
"Yes, this is a mortal..." Calvin murmured.
He was also one of those mortals, so he can especially understand how much determination is behind the flash of these souls.
Astra Militarum, Astrata, Sisters of Battle, Ecclesiarchy Priests...
They are the elites of the Empire who have been carefully selected, but they are still mortals.
In Calvin's eyes, they will still feel pain, death, regret, and frustration, but their sense of mission and responsibility are driving them, and their armor and uniforms have become masks to cover their own fragility.
But this is not enough... or they have shown enough will to fight the enemy with the most resolute resistance.
But these are still not enough for them to defeat themselves, because the essence of faith in the Emperor is still to place hope on others.
In the face of the will being shattered again and again and the soul being reorganized thousands of times on the road to sublimation, only by always insisting on maintaining the most firm and purest original intention.
And Calvin is not optimistic about this kind of faith placed on the outside.
"But, isn't that the responsibility of the Emperor and you?" Spyr asked Calvin with a smile.
"They already have the initial and most precious qualities, and guiding them and letting them understand these principles, isn't that the meaning of the Emperor and you?"
"Yes, that is the meaning of our existence." Calvin repeated the second half of Spyr's sentence in a low voice, but he was still hesitant in his heart.
Although instinct has taken over the absolute dominance of the soul, it is not completely hopeless to defeat it, but the price to pay for that method is too high, even a warrior like Calvin who puts life and death aside is unwilling to face it.
That requires a thorough embrace of order, which is almost eternal torture. The extremely cold nature of order will continue to deprive him of his humanity, but he can't give up and can only accompany torture until the last breath of his life.
Prometheus in the world... Calvin murmured, never expecting that one day he would face something more terrifying than death.
He can not care about his own life and death, but if he is like the Emperor, he will be stuck on the boundary between life and death forever for the hope of mankind.
To be honest, he was afraid. He could feel the coldness and fear coming from his bones.
And the current situation was not just that.
Because with the merger of the Pure Land of Souls and the War Council, he suddenly realized that his decision not only affected his own fate, but also affected all those who had signed a contract with him.
The decision he had to make was not only to pay with his own soul, but also to make all those who followed him on this path also bear the eternal coldness that was almost like a curse...
"Look, this is your problem." Spyr looked up at the stars in the sky, but mercilessly accused Calvin of being weak.
"How should I describe your mentality? Oh, if you use the language of your hometown, it should be called "pretentious" right?
I can probably understand the moral dilemma you face, although it is too ridiculous in my eyes. But have you ever thought that people in our world... are qualified to talk about tomorrow?
No, we don't. So since death is inevitable, who the hell cares how they die?"
Speyer's tone became more intense, and his accusations became more sharp:
"So what are you struggling with! What are you hesitating about! You know you are now like a person who has just been kicked The wimp who was kicked out of the nest is just about to cry in front of me!
Do you know who you are? Do you know that every moment you struggle here, countless lives are dying?
You know, we are never afraid of death! When has this damn world ever lacked this?
Human life is so cheap that it is even less valuable than a bullet, so how can we be afraid of death?
What we really fear is the slim hope that cannot be exchanged for death with all our strength! "
"I understand..." Calvin took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
And the emotional Spyer was still pouring out his anger:
"You know nothing! You are using the morality of your world to deprive us of the last chance to fight!"
"No... No!" Calvin responded with a wry smile, and as he stood up, his whole image was changing.
Yes, no, no more entanglement and hesitation.
Since the world is so bad, the fate of a few people is indeed insignificant, and since these comrades he cherishes can make such sacrifices, what can he care about?
Anyway, it's just another death, or losing himself forever.
He has been lucky enough to live again, so how can he care about this little gift from others?
If all this can be exchanged for the realization of his ideal, or if he can die on the road of battle, it is not a loss anyway...
Jiang Wen in his mortal form disappeared again, and this separation may be permanent;
The Titan Lord wearing silver power armor has come online again, and this appearance means eternity...
Calvin slowly closed his eyes, and the Primarch in the Pure Land of Souls once again stirred up his psychic energy and called out to all the souls in the spiritual world;
Billions of souls listened to his voice, and countless faint praises gathered together to support the re-condensation of the Primarch's will.
The silver light was raised again, rising to the sky like a star flying in reverse. Reason and instinct reopened the war for the dominance of the soul, and there was a faint flame flickering on the rusty crown, and it seemed that it was only a hair's breadth away from being re-ignited.
Calvin was shouting, shouting, embracing the cold order with everything he had. And this time he no longer hesitated, let alone entangled in his personal destiny.
He needs to use his will to break through the black barrier, to tell those souls the meaning of reason, and thus guide them to break through the barrier of the soul.
He wants to stand on the battlefield of the soul and say to those comrades who are determined to fight to the death with all the enemies of mankind:
"I have a way to go here. Although the price is high, it can kill those Chaos cubs!"
In the body of the Primarch, the spiritual world is undergoing drastic changes. At the same time, in the warp, in the increasingly unstable space of the eight-pointed star, the intervention from the Chaos Gods finally appeared.
On the land of the eight-pointed star, the buildings symbolizing the evil gods at the end of the four roads have become clear and huge.
The power and authority surging in the depths of the warp are simultaneously manifesting in this special space while raising endless waves.
Blood, mutation, disease, desire... The morality of the gods emerges at the end of the intersection symbolizing the path of life;
War, conspiracy, death, distortion... The authority of the power of destruction constructs an eternal cycle at the core of chaos.
This is the eight-pointed star, this is the galaxy filled with despair and darkness that was built by chaos after the complete fall of order...
This may also be a microcosm of chaos itself, the future of the universe dominated by destruction and chaos after the cornerstones of all civilizations and order disappear...
The gods are showing their power and supporting and stabilizing the structure of the eight-pointed star with unprecedented activity.
On the Primarch who has not yet regained the dominant position, the black storm that symbolizes the essence of his soul has been brewing, tearing all the surrounding space like a black hole.
The difference in the size of the two forces is huge, but the difference in the distance of the power makes them fall into a delicate balance.
And just when this balance appeared and the entire space stabilized slightly, with a crisp but trembling sound, in the terrified faces of Lorgar and the messenger, the eight-pointed star that symbolizes the gods and even chaos itself... shattered.
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