Chapter 422 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (8) Sharing

Chapter 422 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (8) Sharing

Soul...

Calvin fell into thinking in this temple of his own. This most fundamental and heavy sustenance was undoubtedly an unexpected burden for him.

Fortunately, he had the opportunity to transform his soul from the very beginning, and fortunately he had the authority to purify his soul. Otherwise, he would hardly be able to imagine what would happen to him when billions of souls entered his spiritual world. What impact will the will have?

These are not those evil spirits that Calvin can devour without scruples to make up for his own flaws. These are the same kind that he recognizes in another universe. He can only let them live in his own spiritual world after making a promise. Sleep peacefully.

How many souls are there already? Calvin never paid attention to it after the original SATA galaxy war.

But just now, as his mind turned, all the souls in the spiritual world appeared in his field of vision.

7531095600 people……

A total of 7.5 billion souls, and even this number that makes Calvin's scalp numb is just a few more people who have been affected by the war or died in the decades of war in the Storm Star Territory. Just a fraction.

Just like the propaganda of the Imperial Church in the Storm Star Territory, Calvin is just the Emperor's apostle walking on earth.

Therefore, when people in the Storm Star Territory finally face death under the cohesion of their faith, most of them still choose the direction of the Golden Throne.

And this is just the Storm Star Territory.

What about the Pacific Star Territory?

What about the extreme star field?

And what about that hazy star field that is always in the most intense war because of the existence of the Eye of Terror?

How many souls are flocking to the Golden Throne every moment? How many souls have flocked to the Golden Throne throughout the empire in the past ten thousand years?

What was their final outcome?

How did the Emperor bear this burden that even the greatest burden could not describe?

Calvin finally turned around and stared at the imperial icon behind him, putting aside this question for the time being. This huge statue in Calvin's spiritual world only reflected the ideal in his heart and silently responded to his gaze.

Oh, and Indomitable.

After Cerbus left, Calvin thought again of his latest gain. In response to his call, the newly grown "feather" appeared in his palm with a faint light.

Unyielding, this was what he gained from Cerbos and the dead sons of Guilliman, and it was also a valuable quality that these Astartes showed him through centuries of fierce battles.

This concept has not yet grown up and possesses all the incredible powers of other concepts. It is now just the tiniest candle, burning quietly in his hand.

It is not even close to being truly complete, but even the most incomplete "unyielding", just like its name, will benefit everyone who feels it at the soul level.

Calvin could already feel the difference in him, the moment this feather appeared.

On the crown of the source of his own faith, among the thorns composed of thirteen steel branches, with the emergence of "Unyielding", a new flame has been ignited.

And as this new flame lights up, all the dead souls in the entire pure land of souls are inspired by it.

After being inspired by this spirit, they showed Calvin various interpretations of this spirit in human civilization according to their different identities.

Unyielding is not tyranny, it is the eyes of the soldiers who are more determined when they hold weapons.

Unyielding is not anger, it is the sweat of the farmers who are still working hard despite the devastation after the war.

Unyielding is not an insatiable desire, it is a scholar who knows that the road ahead is dark but still keeps trying.

Unyielding is not the instinct that is difficult to let go when facing death, but the heart that still loves the world after truly understanding despair...

And this influence is also happening in the real world at the same time, happening to all people closely related to Calvin.

The people on the Relentless Jihad were the first to bear the brunt. Regardless of their identities, they all felt some kind of baptism and sublimation of their souls at this moment.

People who are awake become more determined after work, while people who fall into dormancy feel a moment of stability and tranquility in their sleep...

The Gray Knights and the Tindalos Legion, who were fighting in the distance, felt that their hearts were filled with new power after intense mental exhaustion.

Countless people who chanted the name of St. Calvin in the flames of war also felt the comfort from afar at this moment...

"Let it go where it should go, because if it were Him, more people would probably benefit..."

Calvin thought so and did the same.

He stared at this precious "feather" without hesitation, and then knelt down on one knee in front of the emperor's statue.

He tried to muster his will, stir up the power of the warp while establishing a communication channel with the Emperor, and then at the moment when he was connected to that star-like dazzling existence, he offered this "feather" to His hands.

"Um, what is that..."

Navigator Harlins sat on his throne, his energy always maintained within the psychic vision. At the moment when Calvin summoned Terra, in his field of vision, the star torch originally used to refer to the coordinates was lighting up abnormally.

The momentary highlight made his three eyes sting to the point of tears, and in his mind's perception, the existence he had been lucky enough to see had arrived at this moment.

"The throne is up!" His shouts sounded simultaneously with those of the astropaths next door, while the psychic choirs located across the wall were prostrate on the ground, chanting the emperor's holy name.

That black light, which was completely different from reality, filled their entire perception. That light was so blazing and so cold. Just when they thought they were about to die for it, this power came back to them. Like Leviathan swimming through the void, it passed them by silently.

The Gray Knights also sensed this power, and they were so familiar with this power. At this moment, all the Gray Knights in the fleet saluted with weapons in hand, paying the highest respect to this being who shoulders the destiny of mankind.

With his eyes closed, Calvin felt the familiar power. The moment He came, the weight in Calvin's hand also lightened.

He slowly opened his eyes in the spiritual world. The holy statue in front of him had disappeared without knowing when, and there was only a tall light and shadow standing on the high platform.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" A slightly cold voice asked meaningfully.

This voice was very similar to the one he heard last time, but there were subtle differences.

"What's the pity?" Calvin looked at the figure, but couldn't see his face clearly. Endless light surrounded Him, but there was darkness under the white-gold robe.

"Faith, power... and rights. Isn't it a pity?" the figure said.

"I have no such intention." Calvin replied simply.

There are no lies in the spiritual world, only how much truth you are willing to reveal. At this time, Calvin had no reservations about this figure, and his entire spirit was under the observation of the person in front of him.

He was convinced that the existence in front of him was still the Emperor, but he could feel that His will was not the one he had seen last time.

Divine personality? No, not Him.

If it were a divine emperor, then there would be no way to hide the coldness in his bones, nor would he bother to hide it. Based on His behavior, there is a high probability that he would just give Calvin the order to continue and then walk away. He would never stay here for even one more second over this kind of problem...

Who could that be?

After Calvin immediately ruled out the theory of "God Emperor", he vaguely remembered some legends about the Emperor...

"Interesting idea... but I have to say, it's pretty close to reality."

The tall light and shadow sensed Calvin's thoughts and said with unclear meaning. However, he was not interested in explaining Calvin's doubts, but continued to ask the question just now:

"What about responsibility, or ambition?"

"Responsibility? Ambition?" Calvin subconsciously repeated the words of the light and shadow, and the efficiency of will communication in the spiritual world was far beyond that of words in reality. He understood what he meant almost in the next second.

"Ambition? That kind of monster born of responsibility and ambition..." Calvin habitually confirmed to the latter, and then got confirmation in the silence of the light and shadow.

"Yes!" Calvin replied.

"In the world I was born in, my nation has never been shy about this. We believe in it based on pragmatism and find our own place." This sentence was said by Calvin without thinking, but the figure was I fell into thinking because of the semantics.

This is a clear communication of Calvin's will, that is, he is willing to live in peace in the prosperous times, and he should rise up in troubled times.

He made no secret of his thoughts on responsibilities and ambitions, but he also clearly expressed his attitude that he would always put the destiny of mankind first.

"Interesting ideas, interesting civilization..." The light and shadow left this comment, and then disappeared into Calvin's spiritual world.

The "feather" also followed the light and shadow after leaving him, and as the concept called "unyielding" returned, Calvin could feel that all the people in the entire galaxy who considered themselves human, including him, Life is benefiting from this.

Their souls have been consolidated in this baptism, and their will has become stronger in this sublimation. The corruption and distortion of chaos will pay a higher cost, and the temptation and deception of evil spirits will also pay a higher price.

After this battle, the positive emotions of the entire human race have increased visibly. Facing the endless negative emotions in the subspace, those new positive emotions are like antimatter existences, interacting with the negative energy in the surging energy tide. Confront each other, and then annihilate each other...

This change is not strong in the entire galaxy, but it still makes the Chaos Gods open their vigilant eyes.

Because this is the first rise and counterattack of positive emotions in the universe since the War in Heaven in the entire galaxy and even the entire subspace!

How had they ever been subjected to such the most arrogant provocation!

How have they ever felt such a threat that endangers the very foundation of their existence!

The bodies of the Chaos Gods have awakened one after another in the long river of time, and the endless bloody battles on the stage of the gods deep in the subspace have also come to a rare stagnation!

The eyes of the gods have swept through every corner in the long river of time, but except for the existence that has been harvested and returned to Terra, they have rarely been able to find any traces or opportunities to make a comeback...

This is not the first time. The disappearance of those "seeds" has already aroused the vigilance of the gods before.

The Chaos Gods stared coldly at the golden existence across the curtain between the Supreme Heaven and reality, with their huge wills gathered. But with the Emperor ready, no one dared to act rashly.

The Warp was shaking violently, and endless Chaos power was rising from its deepest point. The gods were raising their masterpieces. Their greatest incarnations imprisoned on their thrones also stopped their eternal battles and entertainment after their original will descended, and began to issue orders with serious faces.

Endless demons cheered in the unknown, celebrating the rare simultaneous raising of the thrones of the gods, but in their bizarre temples and kingdoms, all the demon princes who were truly qualified to know the truth lowered their heads like cicadas, and dared not make a strange sound.

"Blood, I want to see more blood!" The blood light on the brass throne gathered, and in the roar, it threw more power into reality.

Endless blood light was constantly magnified in the subspace. After the aftermath of the last subspace tide, its accumulated power finally reached a certain limit. So in the kingdom of Khorne, responding to the call of the blood god, a red angel slowly opened his eyes...

"A new era is about to begin, and my faith will spread all over the earth!" The twisted shadow in the six-ring magic domain stood in the deepest part of the magic palace, spreading his faith to reality with blasphemous and distorted words.

Countless cults lurking in the empire were blessed and possessed the power that originally required a large number of sacrifices. They became more fanatical while they were getting a treasure. Under the shadow of Shalish, they began to turn from lurking to active in an organized manner.

"Ten thousand changes... Ten thousand changes... Ho ho..." In the endless distortion of time and space, the existence whose shape could not be seen spoke to himself, and the two-headed demon behind him already knew the will of the Father God, and began to urge the dark shepherd who had already arrived in reality to harvest more lambs for the glory of the Father God.

In the darkness, a huge fleet was floating quietly in the endless warp, and in one of the giant warships, the Primarch of the Word Bearers was awakening.

"…………Does the Father really have no will?"

In the garden of Nurgle, the anxious Lord of the Pale Legion was turning back and forth, and in the shadow behind him, a large unclean one as big as a hill was concentrating on watching the crucible in front of him.

"No, Father, you know, it's just pretending. The scene was too ugly at that time. It's really unreasonable not to be angry symbolically. Come on! Let's not talk about this, try my new soup..."

"Try you!" Mortarion roared angrily in his heart, but because of the subtlety of their identities, he frowned and walked forward to take the knotty wooden cup in Kugath's hand.

When he passed it in the middle, he didn't hold back, so the magic eye in the center of the knot was crushed at the moment, and the whole cup screamed sharply.

After pinching his nose and drinking this thing without any "poison aesthetics", Mortarion couldn't wait to look at the "favored one" of this loving father:

"So that's it? My good son died in an unclear way, I... I can't even take revenge?"

"That's not the case..." Kugath put a Nurgling that climbed up from his waist on his belt to prevent it from accidentally falling into the pot, and ignored the protest of the little guy biting his nails tightly.

He glanced at Mortarion beside him with his eyebrows tilted, but he was muttering in his heart:

What was the relationship between Typhons and you when he was alive? It's not a secret in the realm of Nurgle. Don't you have any idea? Now you come here to mourn with it, are you really going to avenge his rebellious son?

Bah! It is better to believe that the Emperor can stand up and give him money than to believe his words...

"Then can I go out?" There is no denial, but it is affirmation. After hearing what Kugath said, Mortarion immediately prepared to pack up his men and go to the real universe to make trouble.

This time, the incident was too bizarre. He was really anxious if he didn't hit the empire like this.

Well, maybe he was not really anxious, but he was really anxious...

Looking at the Emperor's statue standing again in front of him, Calvin knew that the Emperor had left. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he didn't plan to pursue it, but stood up and prepared to leave here.

Hmm?

Calvin, who was ready to withdraw, suddenly stopped getting up, and his eyes were fixed on his hands.

On the palms that he thought were empty, the concept called "unyielding" floated quietly, as if it had left and returned again, and as if it had never left.

"So, that's it..." At this moment, Calvin finally understood.

It turns out that the reason why order can fight against chaos is that the equivalent of its distortion to chaos is its purification, and the equivalent of its pollution is sharing...

A late update, a little tired, want to postpone it...