Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

In the days that followed, Calvin continued to travel frequently between Antarctica and the Throne Court.

Even if the Holy Hammer Order has many things, 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 it 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 disappointing result.

But I still want to use everything I have to improve "his" quality of life even a little bit.

The Emperor no longer thwarts Calvin's stubbornness, and Calvin no longer communicates with the Emperor.

The two of them just sat and stood together quietly. In the empty throne court, apart from the sound of the Golden Throne itself moving, there was only the eternal low hum of the stagnant stance.

Such days were like an endless dream, but they finally came to an end after Calvin's last effort failed after lasting for almost two months.

"Stop it."

Under the beam of sunlight penetrating the window, every dust in the air is particularly noticeable.

The skinny body was motionless in the solidification of the stagnant position, but the vast spiritual sound emitted by the soul was like the whisper of the gods.

The silver-armored demigod still stubbornly knelt on the spot and extended his hand forward, but unlike the loud chants coming from the distant palace, his solemn face now showed signs of fatigue.

Calvin tried his best, but the effect of "purification" inevitably deteriorated.

Most of the faith accumulated in the Emperor's body has been eliminated, and his human part has also been greatly restored;

But it is inevitable that the white soul, which belongs to the divine part, has also become more solid with the naked eye due to Calvin's unremitting efforts.

Contrary to the situation on the Emperor's side, Calvin's own power has greatly increased.

His soul has been greatly replenished through multiple purification processes, and his body, which was under pressure, has taken a solid step forward again with an adequate supply of spiritual energy.

We can't go on any longer, thought Calvin.

Otherwise, if this "divine nature" continues to condense at an accelerated pace, more changes will occur.

"Do you have anything else to explain?"

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Calvin looked up at the Golden Throne.

He knew that the emperor's consciousness would not stay awake for long, and it was the man's struggle to maintain communication with him.

And this farewell means that before retrieving those concepts, he will almost never return here to meet "him" again.

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

"Remember," Calvin replied.

That was when he was most embarrassed and helpless, and it was at that time that this man gave him a chance to start over.

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

"We are born as humans to fight for the fate of the human race.

Since we fight for mankind, we should put the interests of mankind first in everything we do.

Have questions? "

"No doubt!" Calvin nodded simply.

It has been decades since he came to this world, and he is no longer a fool who knows nothing about this galaxy or even the universe.

The existence of aliens and alien civilizations in the galaxy is not accidental, and he clearly knows their attitude towards humans from the Inquisition documents.

"Are you shaken?" The voice sounded again.

"Not shaken!"

Calvin paused for a moment, especially when he recalled the blessing he received from the Phoenix Lord of the Eldar until the end.

But he immediately clarified his logic. He is a warrior who belongs to mankind, and he should fight for mankind.

If he met these aliens again, he would still not mind becoming the devil that was sung in the mouths of those creatures even when they met with swords.

"Do you have good intentions?"

"This..." Calvin paused for a rare moment, but the voice immediately gave him an answer that reassured Calvin.

“That’s right, but it’s also wrong.

Human nature is indeed the most precious treasure we protect. You need to see yourself clearly at all times to protect its existence.

But you also need to know your responsibilities. At least the moment you pick up the sword, you don't deserve to have humanity.

You are the sword of mankind and the beast that defends humanity. "

"Your will!" Calvin did not hesitate and lowered his head heavily.

The silver-armored demigod knelt before the golden throne again, but this time it meant a long separation for the two of them.

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

When Calvin raised his head, his consciousness seemed to have returned to silence.

In the empty palace, apart from the sound of machinery, only Calvin was left alone again.

——

Calvin's face was gloomy as he left the throne room, and the Honor Guard and Imperial Guards, who had no idea what was going on in the palace, could only follow cautiously.

The Primarch's worries for the Emperor and thoughts about the future kept him from talking as he strode forward.

Feeling the almost overflowing psychic atmosphere like low pressure on his body, the Honor Guard began to secretly signal to the guarding Forbidden Forces.

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

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

The overflowing spiritual energy continued to strengthen with his mood. With the blessing of the spiritual energy ring that spontaneously lit up on his forehead, by the time he reached the tarmac, the road behind him was already a blur. The frost on the ground.

"Huh? Sorry." Seeing the group of people arriving at the center of the apron, Calvin, who was withdrawn from his thoughts, inadvertently saw something strange about Nicholas.

The power armor of this powerful Forbidden Army Shield Captain was already covered with traces of frost condensed at low temperatures.

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

This is his problem.

It was also the result of the surge of spiritual energy oppressing his body after his soul was replenished in a short period of time.

Although his body has made great progress compared to before, the physical gains are still far behind 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, and on the other hand, he has to re-adapt and regain control of his power.

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

The Honor Guard has become the biggest victim of this phenomenon. During their recent sparring sessions with him, wearing full armor has become a tacit consensus between them.

Worse than that were the psionics. Compared with his vigorous and active soul, he often felt physically tired recently.

Especially at the level of bones and muscles, every time his spiritual energy has just begun to operate, his body has already given him a serious warning of being overwhelmed.

This continued until he met the Admiral of the Custodes at the newly established headquarters of the Imperial Eye within the Imperial Palace.

In their internal restaurant, Trajan, the marshal of the imperial army, stopped Calvin, who was also passing by, during an accidental meal.

"Are you going to 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 the regular Astartes nutritious meal containing ceramite powder in his hand was taken away by Trajan.

"It's true... there's no one around you to tell you what you should eat?"

The latter threw the "synthetic meal" aside, and then, with the former's face full of surprise, ordered the attendant on the side to get a "nutritional supplement" that was labeled as containing fine gold and more rare metals. ".

"No, this is yours."

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