Chapter 568 Sura, Help!

Soul forges will, and will forges reality;

Reality condenses inscriptions, and inscriptions are the foundation of authority and power.

Calvin's eyes flickered slightly, thinking about his next path.

With his physical strength at this level, the pressure that people around him can bring to him in battle and training is close to zero;

The so-called training, apart from his own continuous efforts in control, naturally does not talk about any other training and progress.

But Calvin still did not stop training, and would still appear in the center of the training hall as usual when there was no battle; because he knew that he was standing in this position, and his every move itself also had a strong role model meaning.

And this is also a kind of practice, a consistent repetition of the mind and will.

For the Astartes warriors of other legion bloodlines, boring training may only be a means for them to maintain their state after reaching the peak of their military power.

But for the Grey Knights with psychic characteristics, it is also a foundation for building their spirit.

Similarly, it is also a belief and ritual.

This is Calvin's new understanding of those seemingly ordinary commandments after a few days.

Forefathers in the era of the warband, perhaps no one can truly witness the meaning of "ritual" from his perspective.

But it is undeniable that they still summed up a complete and feasible set of commandments in the darkness without any theoretical guidance, using their own blood and souls to fight again and again.

As for the growth of the soul, Calvin did not have a clear direction before.

The divine soul is already a pioneer on the soul path of the entire human race by accident.

After reaching this peak, Calvin looked around, and no matter in front of him or behind him, there was a desolate darkness.

There is no theory, or even practice.

The essence of the Emperor is not an ordinary human being. His experience can neither be repeated nor has any reference significance for anyone other than him.

And Magnus's exploration of the warp is no different from a blind man touching an elephant in Calvin's eyes today.

You can't deny his efforts and the significance of them, but compared with the vast and endless Chaos itself, even if he and the Thousand Sons spent their entire lives, the knowledge they gained was just a matter of seconds.

Is it meaningful? Yes, but not much.

Just like what a research monk said in Garer's previous life:

Assuming that the distance home is fixed, can frog jump shorten the distance home?

Yes, but Garvin decided to take the bus...

As for other psychics, no one can reach the depth that Garvin is at now.

The psychic school and the secret arts handed down from the Legion period certainly gave the priests or shamans of these war groups power far beyond that of mortals.

But after thousands of years, none of them could reach the path that the Thousand Sons had walked, let alone Garvin's current depth.

He had no predecessors or companions, and even his subsequent followers only had a little sign after the emergence of the inscription system.

The psychic power that was so powerful that there was no reference gave Calvin a false sense of security, and also made him unable to see the way to move forward from the divine soul.

He didn't know how to move forward, so the enhancement of his own power was just a side job to fight those Chaos Demons on the way to perform the mission.

This is also the tradition and consensus of all Grey Knights, even other Primarchs and Astartes.

This universe does not believe in growth, and there has never been a way to ascend from mortals except for degeneration.

Bloodline and technological transformation are all sources of power, and whether it is Astartes or others, they are just using the rest of their lives to realize the potential given by the former.

And Calvin's embarrassment is also here, that is, in theory, he can obtain more powerful power by devouring demons.

But the problem is that demons are common, but demons worthy of his action are not common.

Or to put it in more detail:

There are actually quite a few demons that can really make the Inquisition helpless, but it is extremely rare that he can drag them to deal with them personally.

Because this is war, not a game. No demon will wait in the same place after entering the reality.

Even less will any demon wait for the protagonist to come and gain experience like the NPC in the game.

The real situation is that when the real demon comes, all local resistance will be destroyed in the shortest time;

And the Empire can usually only harvest a devastated dead world after a long time through passing merchant ships or the investigation of the Inquisition after losing contact.

Or, even this world disappears in the waves of the subspace, and the Empire can only harvest the blank space marked as the human world on the star map.

As for the demon? It has long disappeared from the Empire's vision.

But this situation is not absolute, and the Empire certainly has corresponding defense measures.

In the depths of the Throne Court, in addition to the occasional oracles from the Emperor himself, the prophets under the Star Tongue Court have never given up predicting the future of the Empire.

Even more professional than these prophets who rely on psychic powers and the Emperor's Tarot is the Brotherhood of Prophets, an organization under the Titan Order specifically established to warn against the advent of demons.

But their manpower is also limited, especially limited by the capabilities of the Grey Knights themselves. They can only be cautious and vigilant about some turning points related to the fate of the empire;

Compared with those great demons that are enough to threaten the foundation of the empire, the borders and remote places in the vast sea of ​​stars of the empire can only be helplessly abandoned.

But now, this situation should change.

While waiting for the Thunder Eagle to respond, Calvin gently moved his wrist.

Above his head, the soul essence that echoed with him in the depths of the void was continuously transforming the souls and true names of demons and evil spirits under the battle of the Grey Knights;

And what is reflected in the real world is that the clouds and atmosphere in the sky of Farr are returning to normal.

He was thinking, after returning to Titan, under what name should he use to further strengthen the organization of the Brotherhood of Prophet, and under what name should he use to further expand the observation range of the Brotherhood of Prophet to ordinary great demons.

And as if it had also gained something from Draconian, on Calvin's chest, the long-silent Erebus Bell was also calling Calvin's will softly.

Communication request intervention...

The sudden sound interrupted the Primarch's thoughts. Calvin looked at the source of the signal on his arm, and the direction shown was the bridge of the Silver Dawn.

Seeing the Thunderhawk appearing in the sky, Calvin's eyes were slightly confused.

"At this time? Can't wait?" He thought about it and pressed the switch of the communication ball.

And Tibers on the other end of the signal did not disappoint him, and indeed brought him a difficult problem:

"My lord, a bad news.

The medical layer sent a message 5 minutes ago that one of the soldiers in the Death Watch's killing team had worsened his injuries and was extremely dangerous.

The pharmacist team said that they could not solve it even if they tried their best, and they are... waiting for your opinion."

It was said to be an opinion, but Calvin knew that this was a death sentence.

He was not a pharmacist, so what help could he provide for the rescue work of the medical layer?

He couldn't. All he could do was to send an obituary to the Deathwatch and the warrior's regiment as a diplomatic lord, and to transfer gene seeds according to the diplomatic procedures...

"Wait! Deathwatch? Sura?"

Calvin finally remembered what he had forgotten in the Silver Hall.

This Ultramarines, who had met once in Plesdia, was the person he wanted to see the most after hearing the news.

But the pressure from the Black Legion and Mortarion was too great, and after the battle on the Spirit of Vengeance was finally over, the reinforcements from Lucius took up a lot of his energy.

"...I'm sorry, it's him." Tibers' voice was a little vague over the long communication, but Calvin could still hear the regret in his tone.

The adjutant who followed the Ultramarines' Fourth Company left a deep impression on more than just Calvin.

For this sudden bad news, the Grey Knight veteran also had the same regret.

"Damn! Forgot about him!" Calvin slammed his fist on his palm in annoyance.

"Tell the medical floor to open the psychic shield! I'll be there soon!"

After giving the order, Calvin looked at the Thunderhawk that landed in front of him and walked straight towards the hatch without hesitation, against the huge airflow brought by the engine;

What he failed to see was that on the nest tower several kilometers away from him, there was a bird covered with scars, which was looking at him from a distance with its peripheral vision.

Update, there may not be a second update, I will try my best.