Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 381 Leaving, and adapting
In the following days, Calvin still frequently traveled between Antarctica and the Throne Court.

Even if there are enough things in the Order of the Holy Hammer, the establishment of the Eye of the Empire has reached a critical moment;
Even if that man has clearly rejected Calvin's help, even if this is destined to be an effort that will not yield results.

But he still refused to give up.In other words, he had actually anticipated the doomed disappointment.

But I still want to do my best to improve the quality of life of "him" even a little bit.

The Emperor no longer held back Calvin's stubbornness, and Calvin no longer communicated with the Emperor.

The two of them sat and stood quietly together like this. In the empty throne room, apart from the sound of the golden throne itself running, there was only the eternal hum of the stagnant position.

Such a day was like an endless dream, but it finally came to an end after Calvin's last effort failed after almost two months.

"Stop."

Every speck of dust in the air is especially noticeable under the beams of sunlight penetrating the windows.

The skinny body remained motionless in the frozen position, but the vast psionic energy sound from the soul was like the whispering of a god.

The silver-armored demigod still stubbornly half-kneeled on the spot and stretched forward, but unlike the loud and clear hymns coming from the distant palace, his solemn face was full of fatigue at this time.

Calvin had tried his best, but the effect of "purification" was inevitably getting worse.

Most of the beliefs accumulated in the Emperor's body have been eliminated, and his humanity has also been greatly restored;
But it was unavoidable that the white soul that belonged to the divine part also became more solidified by the naked eye under Calvin's unremitting efforts.

Contrary to the situation on the Emperor's side, Calvin's own strength has grown substantially.

His soul has gained a huge deficiency in the process of purification many times, and his body under pressure has also taken a solid step forward under the sufficient supply of spiritual energy.

Can't go on anymore, Calvin thought.

Otherwise, let this "divine nature" continue to accelerate and condense, and I am afraid that more changes will occur.

"You, is there anything else you want to explain?"

After wiping the sweat off his brow, Calvin looked up at the golden throne.

He knew that the emperor's consciousness would not stay awake for long, and the ability to communicate with him was already the reason this man was struggling to maintain.

And this farewell means that he will almost never return here to meet "him" until he retrieves those concepts.

"Do you still remember the question I asked you at the beginning?" The spiritual energy came to Calvin from above the throne, bringing him back to the scene where he first wandered here.

"Yes." Calvin replied.

That was the most embarrassing and helpless time for him, and it was also at that time that this man gave him a chance to start over.

"That's good." The voice in the psychic power changed from warmth to coldness, and Calvin also keenly sensed the Emperor's intentions from this change.

"I was born to be human to fight for the destiny of the human race.

Since our generation fights for mankind, we should put the interests of mankind first in everything.

Do you have any questions? "

"There is no doubt!" Calvin nodded simply.

He has been in this world for decades, and he is no longer a fool who knows nothing about this galaxy and even the universe.

The existence of alien and alien civilizations in the Milky Way is not accidental, and he is also clearly aware of their attitude towards human beings in the trial court materials.

"Are you shaken?" The voice sounded again.

"No wavering!"

There was a momentary pause in Calvin's heart, especially when he recalled the blessing he received after fighting the Phoenix Lord of the Spirit Race to the end.

But he immediately clarified his logic. He is a human warrior, and he should fight for human beings.

If he meets these alien races again, he still doesn't mind being the devil that those creatures say.

"Can you have kind thoughts in your heart?"

"This..." Calvin paused for a rare moment, but that voice immediately gave Calvin a reassuring answer.

"It's right, but it's also wrong.

Human nature is indeed the most precious wealth we guard, and you need to see yourself clearly at all times to protect its existence.

But you also have to know your responsibilities, at least the moment you pick up the sword, you are not worthy of humanity.

You are the sword of mankind, the animality that defends humanity. "

"Your will!" Calvin did not hesitate for a while, and lowered his head heavily.

The demigod in silver armor knelt before the golden throne again, but this time meant a long parting for the two.

"Shan, you go." The emperor's voice seemed to come from high heaven, getting farther and farther away.

And when Calvin raised his head, his consciousness seemed to return to silence.

In the empty palace, except for the sound of machinery, Calvin was left alone again.
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Calvin left from the throne room with a gloomy expression on his face, and the honor guards and imperial guards who didn't know what happened in the palace could only follow cautiously.

Worrying about the Emperor and thinking about the future in his mind, the Primarch strode forward without any desire to talk.

Feeling the psionic atmosphere that was almost overflowing like the low pressure on his body, the honor guard began to secretly signal to the guarding guards.

The latter also understood the concerns of the former, and after confirming Calvin's trajectory, he moved away from a distance the mortal troops patrolling along the route.

But Calvin was still immersed in his own world. The more he thought about the status quo of the Emperor and the Empire, the more he hated the Primarchs who led the rebellion back then.

The overflowing psychic power continued to strengthen with his mood, and with the blessing of the psychic magic ring that spontaneously lit up on his forehead, when he reached the vicinity of the tarmac, the road behind him was already one step away. frost on the ground.

"Huh? Sorry." Seeing the group of people arrive at the center of the tarmac, Calvin, who was withdrawn from his thoughts, inadvertently saw Nicholas' strange state.

On the power armor of this mighty Captain of the Guards of the Imperial Army, there were already traces of frost condensed at low temperature.

On Calvin's own face, bright red blood also flowed from his nostrils.

This is his problem.

It was also the result of the pressure on his body due to the increasing psionic energy after his soul was replenished in a short period of time.

Although his body has made great progress compared to before, the gain of his body is still far behind compared with the growth of his soul.

The consequence of this rapid growth and imbalance is that he now has to deal with the pressure of his soul on his body on the one hand, and on the other hand he has to re-adapt and regain control of his power.

He always loses the precise grasp of strength in daily battles, making it difficult to control the weight in confrontation training.

The honor guard has become the biggest victim of this phenomenon. During the recent training with him, wearing full armor has become a tacit consensus between them.

Worse than that is the psionic problem.Compared with his exuberant and active soul, he has often felt physically tired lately.

Especially at the level of bones and muscles, every time his spiritual energy just started to work, his body had already issued a serious warning to him that he was overwhelmed.

This continued to happen until he met the Custodian Marshal at the newly established headquarters of the Eye of the Empire within the Imperial Palace.

In their internal restaurant, Marshal Trajan of the Imperial Army stopped Calvin, who was also passing by, during an accidental meal.

"You just eat this?" Trajan said helplessly after seeing the "synthetic meal" on the plate in Calvin's hand.

The latter looked at Trajan with an innocent face, and Trajan snatched away the regular Astartes nutritional meal containing ceramic steel powder in his hand.

"Really... No one around you tells you what you should eat?"

The latter threw the "synthetic meal" aside, and then ordered the side attendant in the former's astonishment, and brought a "nutritional agent" that was labeled as containing fine gold and more rare metals. ".

"No, this is yours."

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