Chapter 184 The last step, the old father’s redemption.

Chapter 184 The last step, the old father’s redemption.

Chapter aka: Chaos, but Warhammer.

A thought every day: Knowing something is impossible and doing it is benevolent.

Of course, the war is not only happening here, there are also battles starting in other directions in the three-dimensional universe at the same time.

The main force of the sector fleet in the Sun Star Domain received an overstepping order from the Throne Court during a routine cruise in the sector, ignoring the high lord of the navy, the Grand Marshal.

Hundreds of large battleships, led by Admiral Dros Pan, the admiral of the Navy, set up an ambush under the starry sky near the Storm Starfield without knowing who the enemy was, and fought the Khorne army head-on. Secretly.

The main fleet of Gray Knights in the Order of the Holy Hammer suddenly disappeared from the Inquisition's sight. Under the guidance of the Prophet Brotherhood, the entire Gray Knights battle group blocked the Typhons fleet that had just crawled out of the subspace on an unmanned system in the Pacific Star Territory...

Riots suddenly broke out in hundreds of hives in several star systems in the Storm Star Territory. The large-scale Shalish sect suddenly broke out and launched an attack. The local defense forces and the naval ships on the star ports also declared their losses one after another.

The Death Watch and the Sisters of the Ecclesiastical Order were on their way to suppress it, and a fleet from subspace was about to appear in a large-scale sacrificial ceremony.

An unknown First Legion passed by, destroyed it, and then left without saying a word. All bystanders were silenced, and only the local server had some incomplete data records...

There are more conspiracies brewing in the hidden starry sky. Large-scale invasion and resistance battles have already taken place, and small-scale infiltrations are naturally undergoing various contests silently.

An Orc fleet that had just evolved from the ground to the interstellar era, after smelling the almost boiling Waaaaaaah smell here, rushed here happily, and met another Tzeentch warband head-on.

And just over a hundred light years away from where they fought, an army from Commorragh had just emerged from the webway and saw a Necron dynasty that had awakened in advance because it sensed an abnormality...

The entire southeastern part of the empire was in chaos at this time, and the empire's High Lords Council expressed its powerlessness in the face of the snow-like war reports.

The densely packed markings of the new war zone were transmitted to the top brass of all the armed forces of the empire through the inter-galactic communications of the astropaths.

Even the Lords of Ultramar who are far away in the Ultramar Star Territory and the Black Templar Grand Marshal who is still fighting in the Ghoul Star Territory further away are aware of the war here.

More details and intelligence were not sent to them in time, and these soldiers who had fought all their lives could only make decisions based on intuition.

"Blessed by the God Emperor! No matter why they come! As long as they want something, we can do the opposite!" said the Grand Marshal.

This is the most fundamental intuition of these soldiers, and it is also the tacit understanding they have reached across the stars as the top leaders of the imperial force.

The Ultramarines sub-group in the Storm Star Territory and the Black Templar fleet that was conducting an expedition nearby both received their respective orders soon.

After urgently preparing supplies, they turned the direction of the fleet and rushed towards Calvin's galaxy.

Since the Soul Catastrophe War, it was the first time that such a large-scale battle involving such a wide range of things was launched in the Storm Star Territory.

The high lords of the empire discovered with great difficulty that in the short period of time less than 200 years after the split of New Terra, the situation in the empire seemed to be on the verge of getting out of control again...

Calvin didn't know about this large-scale battle surrounding him. Even if he knew about it, he had no time to care about the casualties on the battlefield at this moment.

At this time, his spiritual energy has been completely revived. After the confinement of the power of time and space has been completely broken, the space here is squeezing his existence all the time, trying to kick him back to where he belongs.

He was fighting against this repulsive force with all his strength in order to complete this significant ceremony.

Four hundred Astartes warriors have made advance preparations, and the warbands they came from have also completed the corresponding memory and data cleaning procedures.

Once they successfully emerge from this ceremony, what awaits these new Gray Knights will be the beginning of a brand new life.

Four hundred candidates entered the venue first, and the equipment for the transformation ceremony was basically in place. The mechanical priests and battle group pharmacists led by the biological sages also entered the venue later.

All preparations were in place, and under the watchful eyes of the higher-ups of the war group and the cardinal sages, Calvin slowly walked towards the psychic matrix in the center of the field.

"Father."

Alan Janus stopped Calvin in a complicated tone. Looking at everything in front of him, he still didn't know where he came from.

But it took less than a hundred years for a new personality to be established. He had no memories of the past and had no interest in the experiences of those times.

Unlike other Astartes who have memories of their pre-reformation, Alan is sincere to Calvin as a father given his blank personality.

"Any more questions? My child." Calvin agreed.

He also has special feelings for Allen. He has never been married in this life, but fate dictates that with the Emperor's gift, he has a life where he can realize his dreams, and he has one and more children soon.

These children not only inherited his genetic expression, but also inherited his vision spiritually and professionally.

This kind of double inheritance is undoubtedly what any father dreams of. Because only in this way can they be regarded as the continuation of the true meaning of their lives in Calvin's eyes.

"Father, I have a hunch that it's not a good one..."

Alan Janus looked worriedly at Calvin, who was wearing a simple linen robe with a calm expression in front of him and said.

He inherited the blood of Calvin. In this idealistic universe, in a sense, he also inherited a trace of Calvin's soul imprint.

Therefore, after becoming a Gray Knight, he was born with an instinctive ability to control powerful psychic powers. He also had a vague perspective on the future of time and space like all powerful psychics.

This kind of peek into the future has never worked for Calvin before, because the power he represents is so dazzling in Allen's eyes, like a white-gold star that shines and heats all the time, making One cannot look directly.

But now, just as Calvin was about to enter the ceremony venue, he actually felt a rare and huge depression.

In his perception, the white-gold sun is now unable to break free from the prison of fate, and the edge of the brilliant light has begun to have a haze symbolizing doom...

"I understand, I understand."

Calvin nodded gently to Allen, comforting the warrior who was a little too worried about his safety and lost his position.

Of course Calvin understands. With Allen's psychic ability, he can sense things. As a more powerful power holder, how can he not be clear about it?

But there are some things that you can’t just avoid doing if you understand them, let alone knowing that you can’t do them.

Calvin knew that his soul was so special that it played an irreplaceable role in guiding time and destiny.

And his time journey this time is so bizarre, it is an act of transgression. After he tries to go further to change his destiny, he will undoubtedly become more conspicuous in the eyes of the gods.

He was already well aware of the evil god's gaze on him.

During the hundred years of the mortal era on the surface, he had secretly cut off the evil god's tentacles more than once.

War and killing, power and women, fame and complacency, despair and self-abandonment... Chaos' temptation and pollution to him has never stopped, and as his return date approaches, it becomes more and more undisguised and unscrupulous.

He understands that this is the price of crossing the line, and he also understands that this is the irritation and anger after the failure that the gods cannot hide while venturing their power wantonly.

How could anyone refuse their invitation?

How could anyone refuse their kindness?

How dare he?

How could he!

Is it possible that he really compares himself to that collection of human wills?

Could it be that he really wanted to overthrow the dignity of the gods in front of them?

How can this be! How arrogant this is!

The man who tried to play the gods has paid the price! This person is no exception!

The ocean of ether in the subspace is rolling up terrifying waves. The stars seem small under such huge waves, and the space of the galaxy is not enough to accommodate the boundless anger gathered together under the rare unified will of the gods!

This ancient, spiritual world is brewing with great power. After outside intervention failed, the gods have rolled up their sleeves and are ready to end it themselves.

Just wait for the moment Calvin starts the ceremony, and their supreme power will be instantly manifested in the real universe!

Take him away! Take him away!

Facing the existence of the gods will crush his will! corrupt! Let him become the slave of the gods from now on! Become the greatest Four Gods ever chosen!

If not, then destroy him!

The gods have personally come to an end, just like the wheel of fate, as long as it turns, there must be an echo!

They will use their own power to strangle this special existence, pull out his soul and tear his will. Hang his fragments outside the halls of the gods, and use his eternal wail that resounds through the subspace to serve as an example for future generations!

The air on board the St. Chris was condensing. In an environment of constant temperature and humidity, everyone present could clearly feel the abnormal coldness in the air.

This was an ominous omen, but fortunately Calvin was prepared.

He did not have a well-prepared environment like the Emperor and Malcador, so to avoid being affected, the St. Chris had left the system three days ago.

They were performing this significant ceremony in the uninhabited deep space outside the galaxy.

As Calvin stood in the center of the psychic array, rare ice crystals were condensing on the transparent gravitational field dome.

"Sir!" Adelaide's soldier's intuition and sense of danger made him shout loudly, but under Calvin's gaze, he didn't know how to dissuade him.

He could only watch the burly figure of the other party slowly turn around and connect the pipes of the psychic array to himself one by one.

Buzz!

As Calvin's psychic energy began to pass through, the cables on the surface began to heat up rapidly. The cooling device began to circulate spontaneously before the temperature alarm device came on, but it still could not stop the alloy pipelines from vibrating at an extremely low frequency.

At the signal of the biological sage, the pharmacist began to anesthetize the receptors around him. In the artificial crystal syringe they picked up later, there was Calvin's cold stem cell extract.

It's not that Calvin doesn't want to give them his blood directly, but that his blood is too active now.

Without Gabriel's last will to survive when he fell into the annihilation of the death group, it would be difficult for these Astartes to withstand the direct erosion of the blood of the original body.

Calvin, who releases psychic energy on a large scale, has an extremely heavy burden. When he is unable to accurately guide individuals, stem cells whose strength has been reduced by one level have become a last resort.

With the injection of these extracts, Calvin's psychic energy also began to build a stance on a large scale. Under the shroud of the power of order, the mutations that were constantly occurring in the bodies of these Astartes were killed one by one.

Their original gene seeds and attached superhuman organs are rapidly failing, and are replaced by new cells that are growing against time under the leadership of Calvin.

Most Astartes are undergoing changes that are visible to the naked eye. The large-scale loss of hair follicles on their bodies became the first victims, and the skin that later became pale, dry, wrinkled and cracked became the second sign of changes in the body.

Their physical signs were rising and falling every moment, and the repeated fluctuations frightened the pharmacists monitoring them and the chapter leaders watching on the field.

But they soon lost even the right to panic.

After a loud noise that could not be called a sound, a huge subspace storm suddenly appeared above the St. Chris.

The starry sky is torn apart at this moment, and time is meaningless at this moment. The huge pressure instantly knocked down everyone present.

They didn't even have the chance to face the will that would manifest later in the space breach, and lost consciousness in the initial tide.

Calvin is still struggling to support the work of the psychic array and maintain the basic survival of everyone present.

The cooling unit had long since failed and the cables were close to melting.

But fortunately, the gravitational barrier also failed. The psychic array that lost the protection of the barrier was directly exposed to the vacuum environment.

Although these cables have been deformed by the cold of more than minus 200 degrees, they still barely maintain their original functions.

At this time, Calvin had already tried his best to resist the invasion of subspace and the invasion of sanity from the terrifying alien creature above his head.

There were too many people behind him to protect. At this time, he could no longer care about maintaining his anchor point in time and space, but could only try his best to resist the threats above his head.

But fortunately, the gods didn't want him to leave like this. The tentacles from the subspace had already been one step ahead of him, firmly anchoring the existence that they regarded as their possession in place.

The veins on Calvin's head popped out and his blood was swollen. From his perspective, the smoke pouring in from the breach above his head was like a giant tentacle with no end in sight reaching out to him.

The whispers and wild laughter of the evil god were ringing in Calvin's ears, and the endless tentacles were twisting and changing with endless blasphemy and madness.

Be thankful for the coma of those mortals, if they hadn't already lost consciousness, and if Calvin hadn't broken his teeth to protect them.

The existence of these powerful powers is enough to instantly distort these mortal objects and turn them into irrational eggs of chaos.

Calvin has never faced their existence directly. Even the most recent time, he only glanced at them from a distance in the long river of time.

And when these beings that have transcended time and space really appeared in front of Calvin, even with the characteristics of his soul, he couldn't help but be amazed by these great beings.

But what's more, there is a sense of crisis. Looking at these tentacles getting closer and closer, Calvin's face remains calm, but there is already a shadow of despair in his heart.

He can't escape, because if he escapes, everything behind him will be destroyed; he can't hide, because the Gray Knights behind him who are entering the critical period of transformation cannot withstand any setbacks.

what to do! Does it stop here? Calvin, who had exhausted his means, thought for a moment of his own end.

And just when he was falling into despair, a sharp black lightning appeared from the distant space!

In Calvin's disbelieving eyes, this bolt of lightning appeared in front of him instantly regardless of the distance of space, sweeping away the tentacles above his head!

"The Emperor's blessing!" Calvin sighed.

Two-in-one update, please vote.