Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 376 Man and God (3)

This is a huge palm.

Even with Calvin's current height of nearly 4 meters, his palm still looks a bit "pocket" compared with it.

It has almost no flesh and blood, only thick fascia and bony joints support it under the shriveled skin.

But this is still much better than just now, at least the originally pale skin is a little more bloody than before.

With the addition of Calvin, a "buffer" with a "purification" function, the Emperor did get a valuable respite from the weight of faith.

"I... can still hold on." Calvin gritted his teeth and said intermittently, ignoring his body that was about to collapse and the large bloodstains on the floor.

"Too late...no point."

The almost skinny skeleton-like face in front of him shook his head slightly, closing the energy cycle in his body that was open to Calvin in one direction.

boom!Calvin, who suddenly lost his energy support, could no longer support his body, and retreated in embarrassment.

The heavy power armor stepped on the floor with a loud sound, but the body still couldn't stop retreating from the steps.

He subconsciously ordered the power armor servo to lock the joints, and only then did he stop his staggering steps and avoid falling in front of the throne.

"What's too late?" Calvin, who knelt on one knee in front of the throne, raised his head and asked.

And what answered him was the Emperor's psychically resonant voice: "Look with your heart, and you can see."

Heart?
Calvin subconsciously turned his attention to psionic energy, but soon found that he was already in the state of spiritual vision.

what is that?
Looking at the existence in front of him, Calvin suddenly remembered the "vision" he saw at the gate of the Throne Court.

Oh, power.

Calvin turned his will to the essence of the soul, and the crown light on the head of the soul incarnation in the spiritual world suddenly lit up.

Calvin "opened his eyes" again and looked in the direction of the Golden Throne, but what he saw at this moment was so shocking.

That is a sword, or it is a conceptual "sword", a sword that has been so polluted that the concept itself that composes it is about to be replaced by foreign pollution.

This sword belongs to the classic cross structure, the sword spine is long and narrow in the shape of a water drop, and the tsuba is almost incorporeal, consisting of two long and narrow wings that exude endless light.

Different from the previous far-sighted observation, this time Calvin understood the meaning of "it" almost the moment he saw the sword for the first time:

Asylum, redemption and hope, but no war...

Yes, it makes sense when you think about it this way.

The meaning of the emperor to mankind is to love and protect mankind from the threat of alien races;

It lies in the redemption of mankind from the clutches of the Chaos Gods in the subspace;

It is the hope to lead all human beings to escape from this hopeless universe.

As for the war itself, it was nothing more than a means.

But the state of the sword is not good now, it can even be described as bad.

The crystal symbolizing hope on the head of the sword has been shattered, leaving only the shattered fragments shining faintly;
Most of the wings that symbolize protection have been broken, but they are still tenaciously stretching out the remaining remaining feathers to the two wings;

There was little left of the golden color that symbolized salvation on the spine of the sword, and the blade on the sword was also broken.

And the scarlet blood all over the sword, while flowing wantonly, is also announcing to the outside world the meaning of "it" that makes Calvin chill to the bone:

Hatred - only the most insoluble, penetrating, endless hatred that comes from the endless beliefs of the entire empire...

Is this what the former emperor represented?

Is this the fate of the current emperor?

It was difficult for Calvin to describe his feelings for a while, but the tears that flowed from his eyes made him know that his mood at this time was probably grief and regret...
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It was already afternoon when Calvin walked out of the throne room.

Although the Primarch's body should theoretically have almost infinite energy, in these short ten hours, Calvin's spirit and body have endured too many tests.

A heavy sense of exhaustion filled his body, making it rare for him who hadn't experienced fatigue for a long time to feel unsustainable.

The imperial guards who escorted him have already stayed behind him, standing in the last gate of the Throne Court like a stubborn stone on the Himalayas;
The people who came to greet him were already in their positions. The honor guards and the guards behind the commander of the shield guards were all in full armor, standing quietly on both sides and waiting for his order.

He could have gone to rest.

Especially after meeting the supreme ruler of this ancient empire, this lofty star and city within a city has completely let go of its arms to him.

After seeing his burly body from a distance, the guards along the way spontaneously knelt down on one knee and lowered their proud heads to show respect;

What's more, some Imperial Fists who vaguely knew his identity raised their guns in uniform and their heavy shields fell to the ground when he passed through those portals that were tall enough for a Titan to pass through.

But he couldn't indulge himself easily, because it was the respect these soldiers of the empire had for him that reminded him every moment that he now had a completely different identity from when he just arrived in the morning.

More rights mean heavier responsibilities, and heavier responsibilities mean that he will use his only life to repay the trust of that man and this ancient empire.

"Have you thought about it? Reputation is naturally irrelevant to my generation, but if you give up this position, it means that you will add a lot of resistance in the future empire."

Calvin recalled the conversation when he parted with the Emperor, and reconfirmed his determination.

"I figured it out, our responsibilities are not for standing in the sun.

Then a commanding position is enough for me to cast it in Terra.

And if we really want to talk about status, that position was not given in the first place. When the legion under my command is enough to undertake its mission, those who should know me will naturally know. "

"Shan, then you go..."

All the way out of the forbidden area of ​​the Throne Court, the sky was almost dark, resisting the sleepiness in his eyes, Calvin still gave the order to go to the Government Affairs Council.

"Go to the Government Affairs Council." Calvin couldn't help but let out a huge yawn.

"You should rest."

The Primarch's fatigue was so evident that even the Captain of the Shield Guard who accompanied him could not help but make a suggestion.

Nicholas didn't know exactly what was going on in the Throne Court, but keeping the Primarch in good shape was part of his responsibility.

"No, time is too tight. Just take a rest on the airship. There is still a meeting waiting for me in the Government Affairs Council.

Well, inform the Imperial Fist of my upcoming itinerary. "

Calvin was talking but didn't stop. When he finished speaking, he had already strode to the side of Thunderhawk who was on standby on the tarmac.

"There is no need to notify separately, the Imperial Fist has opened up all of Terra's airspace authority for you."

Nicholas explained, and then followed Calvin's lead.

"Thank them for me." Calvin responded with a smile.

Calvin understood the style of the Imperial Fists, and it would be a very fulfilling thing to make these sons of Dorne make an exception.

"No need, this is your home, and an exclusive residence has been arranged for you in the throne room."

"A home?...Very well, I really need a home in such a big Terrarium."

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