Chapter 154 Ten Thousand and One Deaths (3) Final Redemption and Echo

Chapter 154 Ten Thousand and One Deaths (3) Final Redemption and Echo

Yes, although the change of the soul is extremely small, Calvin still clearly perceives the change of his soul.

According to his own understanding of himself, the golden light of his soul is like the light of a star, which should be a byproduct of endless burning, and there is no specific concept of "quantity".

But at the moment when the big demon died, he clearly felt the solidification of his soul.

Just like an invisible scale measuring the weight and chips between each other, when the soul of the big demon disappeared, the golden light was forcibly taken away as if it was permanently deducted.

Correspondingly, there are some unknown existences in his own soul.

The disappeared and extra parts are still only tiny existences, but the change is real.

This touched Calvin's bottom line!

He has lived in this world for decades, especially in the special position of the Grey Knight, who lives with Chaos day and night.

Calvin knows that the relatively endless attributes of the Chaos Gods are the real reason for the existence of human nightmares.

Similarly, his confidence in himself has always been based on a similar foundation, that is, the indestructibility of his soul.

When this bottom line and retreat was pried, even if the trace of prying was weak, he inevitably, like every mortal, was shaken in his own existence.

What to do? Should we continue? Calvin felt the fear brought by the unknown for the first time in a long time.

This change that endangered his core existence made him stop and hesitate.

He once again examined his heart and questioned whether his thoughts had changed from the beginning.

Is he still the one who is willing to fight for protection?

Is he still the mortal who regrets his whole life and only wants to fight but can't?

Is he still the warrior who identifies himself as a human being and is willing to defend the interests of the race no matter what changes?

If he is still, then what difference does it make whether he has this special identity or not?

Calvin, who thought clearly, no longer thought about the puzzles deliberately guided by the demons, nor did he think about the prompts in the communication of his comrades.

At this time, these are external interferences rather than help. He even suspected that Tariq's voice might also be an impersonation of Tzeentch.

The war has begun, and the battle should continue.

In the eyes of Calvin, who put his own safety aside, the battle at this time was not about life and death, but only about victory or defeat.

He walked around the iconic buildings on the top floor of Chaodu in full. As expected, in every key building, he saw a big demon waiting for his arrival.

One day passed... Calvin's figure appeared in the core tower on the top floor of Chaodu.

The fierce battle never stopped. Calvin, who had been fighting all the way, had no chance to rest and finally began to be injured.

The Terminator power armor named "Original Heart" faithfully guarded its owner, resisting those injuries that should have been fatal for Calvin in battle after battle.

The folding ground on the shoulder armor was exhausted, and it was restored to its original state under the power supply of the power backpack.

The originally tall and sacred outer relief also began to show scars of war damage.

But none of this worried him more than the changes inside. The essence of the soul was constantly lost, and the extra part inside became more and more obvious.

"Nine" is the extreme of change, so in the ninth battle, he saw a different demon as expected.

Like the original demon, he brought Tzeentch's curse and ridicule, and also brought qualitative changes to Calvin's malignant accumulation of soul after his death.

Calvin half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head and looked into the godless eyes of the dead demon.

Just when the demon was killed by Calvin with a hammer, the unknown existence accumulated in the soul underwent a terrible qualitative change after reaching a certain level.

The golden light in the soul was obviously dimmed by one level, and the extra shadow also vaguely revealed an egg-like shape.

The soul is more sensitive than the body, and the weakened light directly corresponds to the physique, making Calvin feel long-lost fatigue; the foreign body feeling in the core made Calvin dizzy and vomited.

"The ninth..." He muttered, took out the dagger at his waist and carved a scratch behind the Holy Shield Cross Medal, then struggled to lift the warhammer thrown at his feet and walked towards the next battlefield...

Three months later, Calvin was like a lone wolf, sweeping the spire on the top floor of the entire nest alone.

The battle continued, and this lonely journey like a festival also had no end in sight.

The armor was no longer shiny, and after dozens of fierce battles, scratches of all sizes covered his body.

The folding stand on his right shoulder was damaged, and the sharp blade on the tip of the lightning claw on his left hand was also missing.

Dust and sweat mixed on his face, leaving traces of mud like a dried riverbed.

His spiritual energy and physical strength were exhausted, and the weight of the "mission" that was originally as light as nothing became extremely heavy.

"Ninety-nine..."

The corners of his mouth were already cracked due to the loss of moisture. Calvin, who was too lazy to even speak in order to save all consumption, flashed this number in his mind.

The upper left corner of the back of the cross medal was already full of scratches, and the next one could only be engraved by reducing the scratches.

Now that spiritual energy and physical strength are becoming more and more precious, Calvin's martial arts and will have been tempered in this long journey.

Simple moves have become fast and effective after eliminating meaningless movements. Psionic skills are no longer built on the beach of profligacy. They can only be used when necessary, and they have become more condensed and more effective.

One month... two months... May... one year...

Nine hundred and ninety-nine demon heads are Calvin's latest achievement.

The "original intention" is close to being broken, but it is still alive. The edges of the "mission" are no longer sharp, but it is still worthy of fighting.

The golden color in Calvin's soul has almost completely faded, and the light of divinity has been shattered. However, he was not knocked down when he returned to the mortal world.

While searching for food calmly, he maintained the maintenance of his weapons as hard as possible.

In a cold storage on the upper level of the nest, Calvin calmly finished eating the expired canned food left behind by mortals.

After rinsing the can with water and drinking up the remaining soup, he picked up the red-hot iron nail from the campfire and gently forged it into a needle with a war hammer.

Then under the light of the fire, he carefully repaired his faded robe.

The long battle time has worsened the shadow in the core of his soul again, and the oval existence has broken out of its shell. But fortunately, apart from making Calvin's soul more easily exhausted, there is no other harm for the time being.

One year...two years...three years...ten years.

The key nodes of the entire nest have been cleaned and purified, and Calvin's record has reached above the key number of 9999.

The original armor was completely destroyed, and only the remaining left shoulder armor was tied to his body with a belt;

The mission hammer had also been broken, and the remaining hammer handle, together with the lightning claws with only two claw blades remaining, were transformed into a double-edged spear by Calvin.

At this time, Calvin was already like a savage, with no complete cloth covering his body.

But even this body will soon no longer belong to him.

Ever since the number of demons he killed reached 5,000, he has understood that the end point of soul transformation is the body.

The shadow continues to be nourished after breaking out of the shell, and finally becomes the shape of a fetus.

The fetus continued to grow, and eventually turned into a being that even Calvin did not recognize.

Calvin's psychic energy has been absorbed during this period, and together with the dead demon, became the nourishment for its growth.

Some parts of the body already had some ominous omens, letting Calvin know that when the fetus slowly grew up, he would also be inexorably replaced.

The few psychic powers left made Calvin's battle more difficult, but fortunately, his proficiency in martial arts and precise use of psychic powers allowed Calvin to continue to maintain victory in the battle.

call!

Standing in front of the door of the central engine room of the hive, Calvin took a deep breath. His understanding of the sacred numbers of Tzeentch made him understand:

Perhaps this journey of life will reach its end here, and the final battle of the lonely but glorious journey will also be completed here.

After killing demons to the extreme of 9999, his body had completely lost its physical characteristics.

Except for the eyes, the rest of the body is like a barbarian in the wilderness, full of strangeness and containing unknown wild power.

The uncut hair on his face made him unable to see his current appearance. The exposed torso is covered with bronze skin, burly and covered with scars from fierce battles.

The eyes are the last remaining characteristic of Calvin's existence and the last manifestation of his rationality.

But after this battle, he had no way of knowing whether he could leave this only anchor point of existence, and he didn't care.

At this moment, he only has one target in his eyes, which is the demon in front of him.

"Do you regret it?"

These were the first and last words that the great devil standing in the engine room said to Calvin.

Calvin's response was to throw the spear in his hand at the demon. A strange voice came from an equally strange body, echoing inside the metal hall with Calvin's last anger:

"In the name of the Emperor! Evil! Come and die with me!"

In the echo of a violent roar, Calvin finally killed this being that represented evil and conspiracy.

In the unrecognizable hall, apart from his own violent breathing, the remaining pipes destroyed by the aftermath of the battle were dripping with cold and transparent liquid.

Huhhuh!

The final battle finally ended, and the exhausted Calvin stood up from his half-kneeling posture.

He wandered over to the demon's corpse and looked at the demon's remains in ecstasy.

All that was left of the demon that was turning into ashes was the serrated bird's head, which made Calvin chuckle softly after staring at it for a long time.

"Bah! A beast is a beast!"

His hands were trembling slightly. This was not the first time that this sign of losing control had occurred, but this time, it was particularly violent.

He knew that there was not much time left for him to control this body.

"The ten thousandth time!"

He picked up the spear on the ground and used the tip to draw the last line on the back of the medal on his waist.

"Is it still missing once? Or..."

He thought thoughtfully, and under the reflection of the coolant spreading under his feet, he looked at his unfamiliar face and said the second half of the sentence:

"Am I the last one?"

Well, this was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Do you regret it?"

The hallucination appeared again, and the words of the demon before his death were spoken from the mouth of the strange and familiar face reflected under his feet.

"Sorry! This is what I want!"

Calvin shook his head, driving the hallucination out of his mind.

Even if he is the last one on the list, he will still give himself without hesitation.

After all, this was originally the deal between him and Him, wasn't it?

A soldier's spit is like a nail! The promise he made in this life:

He devoted his whole life to fighting for mankind. Although it seems that the time is short now, he has accomplished it anyway.

Calvin picked up the spear, broke off the claw blade on it, and stretched it towards his face. Before he died, he was curious about what his face looked like now.

With the slight sound of a beard being shaved off, a somewhat familiar face appeared in the liquid at his feet.

But Calvin didn't think much. He just took a deep look at the simple and resolute face revealed by shaving off his beard, and then stabbed the long and sharp claw blade towards his chest with his backhand!

The sharp and curved claw blade pierced Calvin's original heart immediately, and at the same time, it also extended downward, cutting off his secondary heart.

Blood and organ fragments poured out from the corners of his mouth, and his body, which had lost the support of blood, quickly fell limp.

At the last moment of his life, Calvin gritted his teeth and screamed at the figure reflected in the liquid!

"The thousand and first time! Say it again! I! He! Mom! No regrets!"

"So, very good!"

The face in the liquid suddenly smiled, and this was the last thing Calvin saw before losing consciousness.

Calvin looked at Tabers in front of him in the corridor of the Redeemer of Souls, who had his back turned to him. His expression was still, but his confusion about his situation was hidden behind his expression.

Where am I? Am I not dead? This is where?

"What are you thinking about?"

Tabos took a few steps forward, and when he didn't hear the footsteps following him, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Calvin.

Calvin also happened to raise his head and met Tabos' eyes.

"Huh? We are going for a meeting, not a fight! Why are you bringing a sword? Wait!"

Tabers' words made Calvin a little confused. He lowered his head and followed Tabers' surprised eyes to find a two-handed sword in his arms.

The scabbard made of mithril and fine gold is more than a palm wide, and the back plate is engraved with unknown patterns and has several huge gems embedded in it.

Canglang!

The ice blue sword was subconsciously drawn by Calvin, and the large silver cross sword grid composed of sharp swords and wings spread out to both sides.

The ice-blue sword has a six-sided shape, with a row of psychic runes in the center that alternately flicker on and off with Calvin's breath on the sword of unknown material.

"What a sword!" Calvin couldn't help but praise. Needless to say, the surging and sharp spiritual power of the sword itself made Calvin's hair tremble all over as he held it.

"The Sword of Oath! Where did you get it?" Tabos, who walked up to Calvin in a few steps, snatched the sword away and looked at it carefully before asking.

"Well...it's a long story, let's have a meeting first, let's have a meeting first!" Calvin rolled his eyes and decided to postpone the matter for a while. After all, even he himself didn't understand the specific situation.

The two continued to walk towards the bridge. As soon as they arrived at the bridge's antechamber, Calvin heard Bishop Klein's serious voice:

"I am opposed to the large-scale replacement of ships! This is a huge waste of imperial property!"

Calvin, whose heart was instantly touched, stopped, and he somewhat understood the reason for his bizarre experience.

Tabos obviously also heard the voice of the Mechanical Archbishop. He looked at Calvin and said:

"What? Do you have any other opinions?"

"No, I'm just suddenly curious about the current location of the Soul Redeemer." Calvin asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Now?" Tabers recalled for a moment, and then looked at Calvin thoughtfully:

"Two thousand years ago, this was called the Tingus sector."

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