Chapter 566: The Legacy of Draconian 2

That was the beginning of Draconian's death;

It was also the ongoing death of the concept of "murder".

Calvin stared at the burning debris like smoke and dust, and after his vision was magnified thousands of times, what appeared in his eyes were countless things similar to the inscriptions he held.

There were countless inscriptions belonging to evil gods and demons that were smaller than dust;

And these evil words themselves, in similar but countless subtle variations, connected, manifested, described, and told all the murders that had been staged in countless corners throughout human history.

In Calvin's eyes, Draconian at this time was composed of billions of such words.

And it was these words that condensed and reproduced countless scenes of killing with the same essence but different roles. Since the birth of Draconian's body, they have been condensed here, like an eternal festival, with dimensions and word order that humans cannot imagine, praising the eternity of "murder" in a long time.

It was a wonderful feeling. Calvin looked at the billions of tiny words that were collapsing in front of him, and he understood the principle.

When a lie is repeated thousands of times, it becomes true in a sense.

And when something is sung over and over again for tens of thousands of years, its ordinary nature will also have extraordinary characteristics under the implementation of time.

Murder was born in this way - it imprinted itself in a series of specific and ordinary events, and then used these ordinary events to pile up its own extraordinaryness over tens of thousands of years;

And this is just the beginning, this is just the foundation that needs to be laid before "murder" starts from the birth of a concept and rises to the "original sin" rooted in human civilization.

When the truth of "murder" has been sung countless times over hundreds of millions of years, it has transformed from individual behaviors into a ritual with symbolic meaning.

This seed that grew on the concept of human race finally gained the divinity that covers and transcends time from this event that spread throughout human civilization.

It is like a tumor covered with countless fine blood vessels, and each blood vessel, which is thinner than a hair, must point to a murder with representative significance.

Calvin's divine soul can see from the higher dimension how this ugly tumor uses these blood vessels to create pieces of ominous darkness under the surface of the entire civilization.

And this is exactly where its power lies.

Because as long as there is murder, its life will never end;

As long as there is no threat from something that can trace the cause and effect, its structure will not be truly touched or destroyed.

The magic sword - Draconian, is more of an abstract but real concept than a sword; a ritual that has lasted for tens of thousands of years; a tumor rooted in civilization... a story that is "told from nothingness to reality".

This ancient and vicious story is so true that even if you are the Lord of Humanity, you cannot eliminate it with your own power;

Because its "power" comes from all humans, and the foundation of the Emperor's power is the same.

Destroying it is equivalent to destroying humanity;

To kill it, you must first kill the entire race.

This vicious and sacred flower swayed openly in front of the Emperor;

And even as the sharp blade of the human race's will, the Emperor could not do it... to bring destruction upon himself.

So, Draconian was exiled, fixed in time by the Emperor himself, and then imprisoned in the gap between time and space.

And Abaddon, under the guidance of fate, liberated it, and used his murder of the source of blood to revive this story that had disappeared in reality.

So that it continues to be performed and sung by countless humans in ignorance in this universe...

And now, its story can no longer be told.

Because there is finally an existence that faces it as a "human" outside this universe;

And this special individual who can be exempted from its authority happens to have the same or even more destructive power as it.

Just like the relationship between sunlight and shadow, the concepts of order and chaos also have the same twin and opposing nature.

It is impossible to verify and prove which one was born first, but there is no doubt that no matter which one appeared, it has already given birth to the birth of the other concept.

The existence of order and chaos is far beyond the time scale of "murder".

The starting point of their authority is far earlier than the birth of the gods; and the time of their power and time runs through the birth and destruction of the entire universe.

And when Calvin, a special individual, got the flame of order like the original fire thief.

Although his use of this authority is only out of the most primitive understanding and instinct, even the most marginal power of the fire of order can still cause devastating damage to the divinity of "murder"...

Draconian is dead, or in Calvin's eyes, its concept itself is still not dead, but the countless branches of its destiny in time have been cut off.

Imperial Truth - the weapon that came from the same origin as it, with the blessing of the power of order, the war with it is not just a physical collision in reality.

As Calvin saw it, to target and cut off this kind of thing whose essence is more important than its physical form, it is also necessary to start from its root.

So every confrontation is an information exchange between two rituals and concepts; every collision is a struggle between two powers for the historical and definition rights played out on the timeline.

The concept of Draconian was embodied, and it retreated step by step in countless timelines, and was then burned and erased by the fire of order; its power was continuously weakened as these foundations collapsed.

This is also a healing - a healing for human civilization.

Countless killings, after being given a sense of ritual with ominous implications, were redefined by the order that traced back tens of thousands of years later;

And when the fire of order burned through these times, what was left to human civilization was a clean and clear history after the darkness was eliminated.

Hmm... The Lord of Mankind, in the distant Terra, felt something.

He could feel that the shackles and the darkness of the entire human destiny were once again cleared by the new Primarch.

As one side gains, the other side loses. The Lord of Humanity, who has been relieved of some of the pressure, can use this part of his willpower on other battlefields entangled with Chaos.

Correspondingly, the fate of the entire human race has quietly solidified since then.

A soldier who should have died of infection waited for life-saving medicine when his life was in danger;

A brave commander, who should have died from a stray bullet at the critical moment, tilted his head by mistake;

An STC that should have been abandoned by conservatism after a rough observation was defined as uncontaminated after careful identification;

A hero who should have been frustrated and turned to ambition and violence in the dark, also walked under the sun again after bitter meditation and prayer.

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