Chapter 566 The Legacy of Draconion 2
That was the beginning of Draconion's death;
It is also the progressive tense of the death of the concept of "murder".
Calvin stared at the debris burning like smoke. After his vision was magnified tens of millions of times, what appeared in his eyes were countless things similar to the inscriptions he held.
Those are countless inscriptions that are smaller than dust and belong to evil gods and demons;
And these evil words themselves, in similar but countless subtle variations, connect, manifest, describe, and tell all the evil that has been staged in countless corners throughout human history. murder.
In Calvin's eyes, Draconian at this time was composed of billions of such words.
And it is these words that condense and reproduce countless killing scenes with the same essence but different characters. Since the birth of Draconion's body, they have been condensed here, like an eternal festival. , with a dimension and word order that humans cannot imagine, singing the eternity of "murder" over a long period of time.
It was a strange feeling. Calvin looked at the billions of tiny words that were collapsing in front of him, and he somewhat understood the principle.
When a lie is repeated thousands of times, it becomes true in a sense.
And when something is sung repeatedly for tens of thousands of years, its ordinary properties will also acquire extraordinary qualities as time goes by.
This is how murder is born - it imprints itself on a series of specific and ordinary events, and then, over tens of thousands of years, it uses these ordinary things to pile up its own extraordinary;
And this is just the beginning. This is just the foundation that needs to be laid before "murder" begins from the birth of a concept to the "original sin" that is rooted in human civilization.
When the reality of "murder" has been sung countless times over hundreds of millions of years, it has transformed from individual actions into rituals with symbolic meaning.
This seed that grew in the concept of human race finally gained a divinity that covers and transcends time from this event that spreads throughout human civilization.
It is like a tumor covered with countless fine blood vessels, and each blood vessel, which is smaller than a hair, points to a murder with representative significance.
Calvin's divine soul could see in the higher dimensional vision how this ugly tumor used these blood vessels to create patches of ominous darkness under the surface of the entire civilization.
And this is where its power lies.
For as long as murder exists, its life will never end;
As long as there is no threat from something equally traceable to cause and effect, its structure cannot really be touched or destroyed.
The magic sword - Draconion, is not so much a sword as it is an abstract but real concept; a ritual that has lasted for tens of thousands of years; a tumor rooted in civilization... a man who was created from nothingness. Stories "told as true".
This ancient and vicious story is so true that even if you are the master of mankind, you cannot eliminate it with your own power;
Because its "power" comes from all humans, and the same is true for the foundation of the Emperor's power.
To destroy it would be to destroy humanity;
To kill it, you must first kill the entire race.
This vicious and sacred flower swayed its figure openly in front of the emperor;
And even as the sharp blade of the will of the human race, the Emperor cannot lay his hands on it... to inflict destruction on himself.
As a result, Draconion was exiled, fixed in time by the Emperor himself, and imprisoned in the gaps between time and space.
And Abaddon, under the guidance of fate, liberated it, and used his own murder of the source of blood to revive this story that had disappeared from reality.
So that it can continue to be performed and sung by countless human beings in this universe through their own actions in ignorance...
But now, its story can no longer be told.
Because there is finally a being who faces it as a "human being" outside this universe;
And this special individual who is exempt from its authority happens to have mastered a power that is equal to or even more destructive than it.
Like the relationship between sunlight and shadow, the concepts of order and chaos share the same twin and oppositional nature.
It is impossible to verify who was born first, and there is no way to verify it, but there is no doubt that no matter which one appears, it has given birth to another concept.
The existence of order and chaos far exceeds the time scale of "murder".
The starting point of the birth of their authority was far earlier than the birth of the gods; and the movement of their power through time spanned the birth and destruction of the entire universe.
And when Calvin, a special individual, just like the original fire thief, took possession of the flame of order.
Although his use of this power only comes from the most primitive understanding and instinct, even the most marginal power of the Fire of Order can still cause devastating damage to the divinity of "murder"...
Draconion is dead, or in Calvin's eyes, its concept itself is still not dead, but the countless branches of its destiny in time have been cut off.
Imperial Truth—the weapon that comes from the same source as it, with the blessing of the power of order, the war with it is not only a physical collision in reality.
As Calvin saw, to target and cut off something whose essence is more critical than its physical form, we also need to start from its roots.
Therefore, every confrontation is an exchange of information between two rituals and concepts; every collision is a struggle between two powers for the right to define the history and those staged on the timeline.
The embodiment of Draconion's concept has been defeated step by step in countless timelines, and then burned and erased by the fire of order; its power is also continuously weakened as these foundations are disintegrated.
This is also a healing - a healing for human civilization.
Countless killings, after being given a sense of ritual with ominous meaning, were once again redefined by an order that traced back tens of thousands of years later;
And when the fire of order burns through these times, what is left to human civilization is a clean and clear history after the darkness has been eliminated.
Hmm... The Lord of Humanity has sensed something in distant Terra.
He could feel that the shackles and the darkness of the fate of the entire human race were once again cleared away somewhat by the new Primarch.
One and the other, the Lord of Mankind, who has been relieved of some pressure, can use this part of his spared will on other battlefields entangled with Chaos.
Correspondingly, the fate of the entire human race has also quietly solidified a bit since then.
A soldier who was supposed to die from an infection was given life-saving medicine when he was dying;
A heroic commander tilted his head by mistake at the critical moment when he should have died from a stray bullet;
An STC that should be abandoned by conservatism after cursory observation is, after careful identification, defined as uncontaminated;
A hero who should have been frustrated and turned towards ambition and violence in the darkness, also walked in the sunshine again after meditating and praying hard.
renew.