Chapter 557: Behind the Words, the Joy and Sorrow of All Living Things

+I remembered, it was the Holy Scripture...+

The shadow calmed down and appeared in Calvin's mind again.

But he seemed to have many puzzles, because the current situation was far from what he and those people had expected.

+What about them? +He did not answer Calvin, but instead raised a new question.

+Who? +Calvin asked back.

+Others... No! +The voice wanted to explain, but was instantly reminded by the actions of the mortals in front of him.

The joy revealed on the faces of those mortals did not seem fake!

And from their emotions and the shocking information overflowing from their bodies, he came to a fact that he was never willing to face!

No, it might be a misjudgment!

His tone became more impatient after a slight pause, as if some unforeseen accident had become a fact.

+Who? Who is in power in the empire now! +

+In power? +

Calvin's thoughts turned instantly, and after finding the target, he packed the system concepts of the Terra Parliament and the Council of State and sent them to the shadow.

+The Terra Council? Isn't that Malcador's toy? +

+Oh my God! What are you doing? +

The shadow responded to Calvin's message irritably, and then after realizing a possible truth, he questioned him in a trembling tone:

+I'm asking my brother! Who is it? Who is actually in control of the current situation! +

+...No more. +

Calvin was silent in his mind for a while, and then answered in a low voice.

He didn't need to answer his question about the identity of the shadow at this point, because he already had the answer.

But facing Corax's question, he didn't know how to respond.

How to answer?

How to make him realize the current situation of the Empire?

Should he tell him the truth at the moment?

Should he tell him that since the end of the Great Heresy, after losing the last Primarch, Robert Guilliman, the Empire has not had a real Primarch for thousands of years.

And those mortals, either to stabilize the situation or for power and selfishness, have used myths and religious ignorance to cover up the former Empire under the ruins of history for thousands of years?

Should he tell him that everything he had fought for was now only heresy recognized by the Empire's state religion on the corpse of the human empire;

The truth of the empire and the future of the human race that he and his brothers had sacrificed their lives to protect had become a bubble that they dared not even dream of under the internal and external difficulties?

How should he say it?

Even though Calvin had held military power in his two lives, and even though he had been fighting for the most cruel power organ in the empire since he came to this world.

His heart, as hard as iron, instinctively rejected this cruel behavior.

This was too cruel for a warrior, and it was more painful than destroying the body;

This was too desperate for an idealist, and it was a more thorough injury than destroying himself...

+Answer me! +

+Answer me! What are you afraid of? +

+Answer me! Don't I even have the right to know the truth? +

The shadow was like thick ink stained by the night, churning under Calvin's feet and in his soul.

He could leave at any time, and Calvin never restricted him, but even in this crazy venting, he still did not step out of Calvin's shadow.

He was angry, Calvin knew it.

He... was also afraid, Calvin... knew it too.

Fear... Calvin's heart was also mixed with mixed feelings, and the complex emotions made him speechless for a while.

Can things like them also have fear?

He had never thought about it before, but subconsciously denied this possibility.

But now, he felt that the answer was yes:

When ideals and beliefs are shattered, even inhuman things like them will hesitate for a moment when they touch the truth.

At this moment, Alnida in the distance looked at the original body with a sense of awareness.

For some reason, his heart was also tightened by the throbbing from the soul and blood at this moment.

After Calvin sorted out his emotions, he tried to speak calmly and casually:

+No more...+

+Since the fall of the last Primarch, the master of the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman, the Empire has been without a Primarch for thousands of years. +——

"God-Emperor bless you!"

And this emotion of joy and hope is separated from the endless sadness in his body by Calvin's body.

The Primarch calmly faced the cheers from his feet, and his sacred face wrapped in aura was like a sculpture and a god.

It seemed that the short cheers and eternal battles were like a breeze, unable to move his will in the slightest.

And the mortals who saw all this from his eyes became more fanatical after feeling the Primarch's great will.

A picture of all living beings was played out under the Primarch's feet.

A truth that implied two extreme emotions of ice and fire was silently played out in Calvin's perception.

The frenzied prayers still echoed in the dome and corridors of the Silver Hall.

The guards of the Imperial Guards looked away after a brief glance at each other.

They confirmed that this was the first time that Calvin had announced to the outside world in his own name.

The high-ranking judges from the Holy Hammer Order quietly retreated, leaving the stage to the Silver Prince who was making his debut as much as possible.

The Grey Knights officers at the bottom of the stairs had obviously been waiting for this historic moment. When Calvin finished speaking, they turned around in unison and looked at the throne, then knelt on one knee with their halberds in hand.

"Bless the Emperor!"

"Praise the incarnation of the God of All Machines!"

The admiral and the forging priest paid tribute to the sacred son of the Emperor in front of them with their own etiquette.

The priests of the State Church and the captains of the Slander Regiment quietly joined the crowd of people who saluted.

The battle sisters who had just boarded the battleship confirmed the facts they heard in astonishment.

The three Holy Roses, led by Miris, looked at Calvin in a daze, trembled and clasped their hands together to perform the Sky Eagle Salute.

They also saw the owner of this battleship for the first time, and they did not expect to see the Emperor's gift here again after the appearance of Padilla, a living saint.

Outside the two columns in the center of the hall, the black masses of Tindalos officers could not wait any longer.

They saluted their monarch with resounding battle cries at this sacred moment!

"For the Emperor and the Titans!"

"For the Emperor and the Titans!"

The battle cries of the Grey Knights and the Tindalos Legion blended together and resounded in the huge space of the Silver Hall.

As the protagonists of this audience ceremony, several coalition generals who came from afar tried their best to absorb the information they saw and heard in the solemn ceremony.

The 21st Primarch?

The 21st Primarch!

Calvin's words were certainly not to be lied, and the meaning of this sentence itself was terrifying.

The Gein Empire had long since erased all traces of the Great Crusade during its thousands of years of rule.

There were only some general descriptions of the Astartes Legion, even if they were from the Imperial nobility and the Forge World, but no specific details.

The only place that can tell the whole story of the great rebellion of that year, apart from the Throne Court and the Inquisition, may have corresponding records on Mars.

In the heyday of the Empire, how many Primarchs there were and how many legions there were, is a dusty secret for people at this time.

If what Calvin said is true, it means that the Astartes who survive in the Empire today are all from the nine known legions.

And from today, this number will increase by one... and it is a legion with a Primarch alive.

So the question is, why now, why here.

Why did this son of the Emperor, who has the dual endorsement of the Throne Court and the Inquisition, choose to make his identity public at this time?

The people attending the meeting here are high-level members who have little power but can indeed represent the strength of all parties in the Misty Star Region.

Fermat, the forging priest, calculated frantically in his rigorous "logical circuit", and then in the next second, this priest, who represented one of the largest clans in the Mechanicus, asked Calvin a question that made him laugh and cry:

"Do you...want to...convene...an expedition...fleet?"

"Ah?"

Even though Calvin's mood was gloomy enough under his calmness, he couldn't help but laugh at the magical thinking of this mechanical priest.

What does this mean?

Calvin's brain was so fast that he understood the other party's current intention in less than a millisecond.

Clear the court?

Overthrow the Terran Council?

What the hell are you thinking?

The logic circuit board is poorly soldered? Could it be that you have a hidden code name called "Xiao Xin"?

The huge sense of absurdity prompted Calvin to observe the latter's expression carefully. However, like all highly modified high-level priests, he only got low-frequency signal lights and stiff expressions from Fermat's artificial skin and mechanical prosthetic eyes.

"So you are serious?"

Calvin laughed, but then he put away his frivolous expression.

This is certainly not a joke, and it is impossible for anyone to express humor in this kind of problem.

So, no matter what the original intention of this machine in front of him was, at least at this moment, he entrusted his life to Calvin.

"Logical thinking self-examination... Completed, no data disorder... Confirmed."

Fermat's mechanical prosthetic eye flickered slightly, and after listening to Calvin's words and self-examination, he solemnly expressed his position to Calvin.

And at this time, Calvin also knew that no matter what he thought, he had to show at least respect to this mechanical priest.

"No, no." He refused solemnly but without hesitation.

"Oh...no...Received the order!" Fermat's mechanical prosthetic eye made a slight click, and then drooped slightly in a humane way.

If he still had a human muscle system, then this expression would obviously be a very regretful expression.

The original body's answer was "no."

That is to say, the problem does exist, and he has the ability to solve it alone, without their help.

This strong refusal is of course regrettable.

Even after Galvin explicitly refused, he felt that the Primarch's refusal to the expedition to Terra was equivalent to a loss of an opportunity for Lucius Forge World to rise.

But this also made him feel at ease.

Because a commander who can attract the loyalty of him and the forces behind him should have such a strong and unquestionable authority and power.

Update, my brain is stuck, this is all I can say today, sorry.