Chapter 296 The true resemblance between out-of-control faith and Jinghong Yi Lai

Chapter 296 The true resemblance between out-of-control faith and Jinghong Yi Lai

Humans are a special race, something Calvin has always known and been proud of.

The short life cycle allows this race to have a reproduction speed that is unmatched by the Eldar race; also because of the short life span, the colors and changes in their souls within a hundred years are particularly intense.

The vast space of the Milky Way has experienced the rise, rise and fall of countless races and civilizations.

But among the three races that truly dominate this galaxy, only humans have such special properties.

The souls of the Eldar have stronger colors and desires, but the speed of population reproduction and the basic model of civilization determine that they are destined to self-destruct;

The Necrontyr's civilization relies on external forces and has no sentient beings from its very beginning.

Only human beings can use their souls to provide the universe with the possibility of more variables in the context of the irreversible cycle of death that the universe is heading towards.

This is a blessing, because life is short and people are eager to bloom their brilliance, so the progress of civilization can be accelerated.

It is also a curse. In the ebb and flow of order and chaos based on the time unit of world reincarnation, only the soul output of human beings on this scale is worthy of the gods as the tentacles of the two camps in the eternal holy war. Get the prize for ultimate victory.

Faith is the best nourishment for their growth, and soul is the cornerstone for them to move towards a higher dimension after unifying their divine authority.

Calvin was not yet clear about the relationship between gods and sentient beings.

But when the psychic halo he set up to protect the confidentiality of his identity aroused violent reactions among the millions of people watching the ceremony, he also passively experienced the worship of faith and soul.

The viewing area of ​​the celebration is huge but small. Although the nearly one million spectators can be regarded as a huge crowd, with the population of Ophelia 7 easily reaching tens of billions, only the true believers and the elite population of the sector can attend. Eligible to attend.

More people are not qualified to enter the inner city of the City of Divine Grace, and can only participate in this important celebration ceremony through video broadcast in the outer city or satellite cities.

The atmosphere of the military parade had been set to an extreme before his appearance, and the emotions of the devotees who occupied the majority of the viewing platform had been heightened to the highest peak.

When 300 Gray Knights were wearing red power armor (the livery of the Exorcist Chapter), with an average height of 2.7 meters per person after wearing power armor, holding halberds in their hands and walking in goose, the stars were guarding him like a moon. When the throne comes on stage.

The spiritual aura around him lifted the atmosphere of the entire ceremony in a direction that no one could predict.

The crowd of devout believers became the spark of this storm of faith and were the first to kneel down after seeing Calvin.

The celebration in their eyes was sacred enough. When Calvin appeared on the throne in the eyes of everyone, under the reflection of the spiritual aura, they seemed to see the man who personally led the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Fists eight thousand years ago. The existence of this land recovery.

The crowd was stunned by the holiness they saw, and their enthusiastic cheers and sacred chants were silenced for a moment.

The faithful fell to their knees in tears and prayed in the direction of Calvin with all their hearts to worship the Emperor.

Under the guidance of the pure faith of the believers, huge spiritual power surged toward Calvin. Calvin also sensed this gathering of faith, but he never imagined that the end point of this power would be himself.

A large number of beliefs belonging to others suppressed his soul by chance. While Calvin felt the familiar pain reappearing, powerful external spiritual power was ruthlessly impacting his divine soul.

The Holy Emperor! For the common master of mankind!

Great is the Emperor! Save humanity from darkness!

Countless voices prayed overlapping each other, and countless soul faith powers accompanied these voices and gathered in Calvin's ears.

His divine soul was like standing in front of a reservoir that was opening to release floods, bearing the impact of the faith of millions of imperial subjects on the auditorium.

Calvin also believed in that divine being, but as an outsider, he never had the idea of ​​becoming one with it.

The impact and assimilation of the soul by the torrent of power of faith can only create strong pressure in the face of the stone-hard nature of his divine soul, but cannot assimilate or erase his personality.

The psychic magic ring on Calvin's head began to shine. With the Legion mode automatically activated, the defense mechanism in his soul was awakening and resisting.

The City of Souls in the spiritual world sensed the erosion of external forces. Those redeemed souls spontaneously stopped what they were doing, and under the leadership of the warriors in the central hall, began to pray and support the gods they believed in. .

The hymns of voices echoed from that continent, and the huge sound wave surged to the sky and finally penetrated the clouds and appeared in reality.

The imperial subjects living in the distant Orps sector were inspired by the spirit at a certain moment, and were also strongly affected by certain emotions. They put down their things one after another, and stood under the nearest icon of the emperor. , chanting the holy names of the Emperor and the Ashbringer.

Calvin's head hurt even more, and the outline of the real universe in his eyes was almost filled with the light of faith. The chanting in his ears made him irritated and in unbearable pain, but later the addition of the City of Souls and the voice of the Ember Singing in his ears eased his pain slightly.

Two lines of support from different directions saved his body. When a halo like a sun wheel appeared behind Calvin from a spiritual perspective, the prayers and chants of his holy name were also integrated into one place toward the crowd on the auditorium. diffusion.

But the frenzied crowd could no longer distinguish the difference between the holy names in this sound, and their emotions had reached a climax under the leadership of the devotees.

At the moment when these mortals may have the purest faith in their lives, they could also vaguely see the looming halo behind Calvin.

The miraculous response made the crowd on the auditorium kneel down, and the greater emotional resonance caused the tens of billions of people on the planet watching the ceremony to pray in unison outside the City of Divine Grace.

A more powerful torrent of faith began to emerge and gather in the world of Ophelia No. 7. Bells began to ring spontaneously on the domes of countless Gothic churches above the City of Divine Grace.

Countless cloisters, chapels, and confessional rooms were filled with relics and statues of saints. Never had the state priests seen such a magnificent and real miracle. After being shocked by their souls, they knelt down to pray and joined in this carnival of faith. among.

The emotions of tens of billions of human beings achieve epic resonance and synchronization at this moment.

This is probably the first time in human history that such a large-scale gathering of group will has been accomplished.

This huge force gathered and hovered over the City of Divine Grace. After dispersing the clouds in the sky, it followed the ray of light from the sun to the ground and descended towards Calvin's body.

The golden beam of light from the far end shone on Calvin. The Astartes and the nuns of the Anglican Church on the terrace in the distance looked at each other, and then looked at the cardinal beside him.

After sensing the doubts of his colleagues, the latter could only spread his hands innocently.

They paid enough courtesy to Lord Terra's visit, but they would never create an artificial "miracle" for him.

Calvin had completed adjusting his state at this time, and the pure faith of the devotees served as the forerunner of this force, giving him precious reaction time.

After switching to soul projection mode, he no longer uses his fragile body to bear this overwhelming power.

While the silver moon as big as a star appeared silently in the subspace, it also accepted all these external forces without hesitation, and then after filtering out and absorbing the impurities of desire and emotion, Then it refracted towards the distant direction of Terra.

Yes, Calvin did not need faith, at least he did not need faith that did not belong to him.

This carnival of faith caused by a combination of circumstances was a crisis that he had not expected.

With no way to retreat, he could only passively accept these mistakes that led him to his own imperial belief, and then try to sort out and derive them.

This was a disaster that was unique to him, because if another mortal was present, he would not be able to touch the essence of faith at all.

This is also his opportunity, because the emotions and desires generated by the resonance of tens of billions of souls are exactly what he needs to supplement his own soul.

The scars on the core of Calvin's soul have been considerably repaired by tens of billions of emotions;

This gain in his basic base corresponds to the land in his spiritual world, which expands outward again after being nourished by these emotions.

Large tracts of land rose violently in the sea of ​​souls, and the vicissitudes of life emerged from this idealistic land in a short period of time.

From a theological perspective, the crisis caused by this religious riot and carnival eventually turned into a win-win situation for him and the Emperor.

A huge amount of pure, unadulterated faith will greatly benefit the Holy One on Terra;

And the massive and countless emotions and desires catalyzed the growth of the continent in Calvin's spiritual world again, making it a tiny step closer to becoming a reality.

The voice of prayer finally calmed down after Calvin's figure disappeared.

As for this wave that was set off by Calvin and occurred at the soul level, apart from pushing his psychic energy to a climax at a certain moment, only the Astartes Think Tank and the psykers in the distance had a slight sense of it.

Astropaths were also affected, but the call to prayer that filled the entire Ophelia galaxy only happened once every few decades. Apart from avoiding this particularly violent wave in time, they did not notice the level of faith. Everything that happened.

The star Ofelia 7 in the subspace became extremely bright at a certain moment.

In the eyes of the navigators on all the ships passing through the Storm Star Territory, there was a moment of spiritual brilliance that was no less than that of the Star Torch Court.

"No! Impossible!"

Stuart, the company commander of the Ultramarines garrison, looked seriously into the distance. His strong will allowed him to break through the outer perimeter of Calvin's psychic aura.

In a sudden glance, he saw some truth hidden in the halo.

The significance of Calvin's huge body made his hair stand on end. The undisguised epic silver power armor on his body, and the regulations represented by the gorgeous carvings on the shoulder armor and chest made him instinctively think of someone who was still there. Sleeping figure.

And when he concentrated again and looked at Calvin, the figure sitting on the throne had once again returned to the Terminator power armor wearing the red paint of the Exorcist Chapter.

"My friend, have you discovered anything?"

Hornthorne, the company commander of the Imperial Fists, noticed something unusual about Stewart, raised his Terminator power armor and walked over to him with heavy steps to ask in a low voice.

"No...no..."

Stewart shook his head in denial. He slowly took off the Mark IV helmet he was wearing, and looked thoughtfully into the distance while breathing in the cool air around him.

The throne in the distance has passed under the terrace, and those strange Astartes warriors, who are obviously higher than the average, have also guarded the huge throne, walking farther and farther in uniform steps.

Hornthorne also took off the bright yellow consul's helmet with bristles, and their eyes briefly collided and then separated.

There are too many details worthy of scrutiny in this military parade, not only the occasional appearance of Calvin and his identity worthy of scrutiny; those unfamiliar Astartes warriors are also suspicious.

Against the background that the average height of the Astartes Chapter warriors under the empire is 2.3-2.5 meters, their height after wearing armor has obviously reached 2.7 meters, which has also significantly exceeded the growth limit brought by normal gene seeds.

This is not an exception of one or two, but all Astartes warriors in the queue!

This couldn't be the Exorcist Chapter, at least not the Exorcist they knew!

The emblems of their chapter and the characteristics of their weapons were now firmly memorized by the two Captains, and speculation about their identities was in vague contrast with some information known only to the Astartes.

After returning to their respective home regiments later, the application for investigation and understanding of this chapter will be sent to their respective home regiments together with this information.

There are many more questions, but they cannot be discussed here.

At this time, apart from the monks of the state religion, only the battle nuns were left around the two of them. These armed orders, which were under the dual leadership of the state church and the Inquisition, were instinctively not on their trusted list.

The accumulation and foundation of the original battle group made them believe in each other's position. On this planet where multiple empires' high-sequence armed forces were stationed, they only had true respect for each other.

Both of them decided to discuss their thoughts and speculations privately after returning to their bases.

Several leaders of the Sisters of Battle also had subtle eye contact after observing the strangeness between the two of them.

The grand military parade gradually came to an end. Behind the balcony, a low-ranking priest belonging to the state church appeared quietly beside the blood-red curtain and made a vague gesture to the cardinal in the tube.

"The Supreme Manager has called me, so I would like to excuse you."

The cardinal remained calm. After apologizing to the commanders in a low voice, he held a preaching staff covered with scriptures and walked inside accompanied by his entourage.

And when his gorgeous blood-red robe disappeared around the corner of the cloister, another cardinal took over the reception task, smiled and extended his right hand to invite everyone:

"The Supreme Lord, the Grand Inquisitor, will meet with the Supreme Administrator in the temples later. There is still time to rest in between. Please come with me..."

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