Chapter 375 Man and God (2)

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Calvin knew, "he" should know it too.

Passing through the antechamber of the palace, Calvin saw a golden portal, and after pushing open the thirteen-meter-high and thirty-centimeter-thick pure gold portal, Calvin finally saw the famous "Golden Throne" that all the followers of the Emperor of God talked about.

Psychic energy is as real as substance in the space here, and the air is full of transparent, gelatinous energy.

Justice and evil live side by side here, like ice stuck on a faucet;

The power of reality and the Supreme Heaven maintain a disproportionate balance here, and the power of the subspace seems to be about to burst out in the next second, but it is pressed tightly behind a wall by the former.

The hair on the body spontaneously reacts with static electricity in the first second of entering this space, and the slight tingling in the head is accompanied by severe tinnitus, which makes Calvin frown and every step is extremely difficult.

That is the webway, right?

Calvin followed his perception and listened to the endless resentment and evil howling in the void that had been suppressed by the Emperor for ten thousand years;

Is this the Lord of Mankind?

Calvin looked up and saw that the body covered with a thin smock had shrunk to the extreme. The muscles had completely degenerated and only wrinkled old skin hung on the bones.

This was even a bit disgusting. Calvin had never thought that a human body would become so disgusting after lingering for ten thousand years.

The pale and sticky skin was like a layer of rotten tapestry. Although it had been through years, it still stubbornly covered the thick and inhuman bones.

This was also very sacred, because all those who knew the identity of the person in front of them were shocked by his lifelong dedication.

The smock that covered most of his body could not hide the hideous wounds on his body, and the scarred hands on the armrests also silently told "his" will.

Calvin couldn't help but wipe his eyes.

Well, it must be because the air is too dry...

He wanted to take another look at "him", but found that he couldn't do it.

It was not only the air that was distorted, but even his eyeballs had an imbalance in refraction under the pressure of the environment.

The golden throne surrounded by countless pipes at the end of the hall and the figure sitting on it were distorted into a golden shadow, and the suffocating energy seemed endless, and was still increasing every moment at a number beyond Calvin's perception limit.

Well, there are also souls and faith.

After opening the spiritual vision again, Calvin suddenly realized that the originally empty room had been "filled":

It was not just the energy that increased. Calvin felt like he was standing next to a nuclear reactor without any cover, and it was like observing closely against a core of perseverance.

Countless spiritual energy overflowed from the device called the golden throne like violent radiation;

And more than that, only he could see the endless faith connection that almost filled the entire room.

Calvin suddenly understood something. At least he knew why this being appeared in the contradictory gold and white colors in the idealistic heaven.

It was not because of his deep understanding of the soul and faith, but because the endless, colorful faiths representing their own desires from billions of people in the entire empire gathered in front of him.

Have you learned about the spectrum? This is the principle.

Although those beliefs have different colors due to the desires of their souls, it is precisely when all these colors finally come together that they "just happen" to transform into the most "pure" white.

Pure? It depends on one's opinion.

But what can be determined is that when too much desire gathers together, it just happens to achieve no desire and no humanity...

A star with two colors of gold and white, less gold and more white.

What does this mean? Calvin could not have understood it at first.

But when he "saw" everything in front of him, he understood instantly:

It was this man in front of him who, in the last stage of his life, not only had to fulfill his last mission and suppress the Webway buried deep under Terra alone;

He also had to shoulder the faith of the people of the Empire for nearly ten thousand years and move forward with difficulty.

"Are you... okay?"

This was the first sentence Calvin said after entering the room. His tone was gentle, as if he didn't want to disturb the rest of the man in front of him, and as if he saw something too precious and didn't want to break it.

What he could confirm was that the golden part of the two-color star was thinner than the last time they met;

What he couldn't confirm was how much of his sanity belonged to this man who had dedicated everything to mankind.

"The Emperor's Ascension"? Or "The Words of the Emperor"?

Calvin thought of someone's theory in his heart, and sneered at the ideas that had spread in the Empire.

The poison of faith... Lorga, do you really know what faith means to you and to the Emperor?

If the scene before them really breaks through that boundary, then is what humans are waiting for really what they want?

Is the Emperor still the same Emperor as before? Calvin buried this doubt deep in his heart, and that being seemed to sense Calvin's arrival, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The golden light became hot again, temporarily gaining the upper hand in the struggle with the white:

He slowly opened his only remaining right eye, and looked down at Calvin from the golden throne with an empty gaze; he also had divinity but with a compassionate gaze, staring at the "seed" in front of him for a long time.

"I'm... fine... I'm better after seeing you."

"I'll help you!"

Calvin endured the huge spiritual pressure and forced his body to move forward. The man sitting on the golden throne did not refuse, but just looked at Calvin's recklessness.

Calvin took several minutes to walk the short distance of dozens of meters between him and the huge throne.

Under the spiritual pressure that almost reached his limit, he forced his hand covered with psychic energy through the stagnant position and pressed it firmly on the back of the emperor's hand.

Boom!

A huge sound wave came from the void, and the figures of the two people surrounded the empty and quiet throne court. A huge energy storm blew up from nothing!

Endless faith seemed to have found a way out under the extreme pressure. After passing through the soul of the emperor himself, it surged into Calvin's soul!

Calvin's soul materialized like a comet full of matter that was hit. The entire black star swelled in size under the huge and unimaginable torrent of faith.

Countless incandescent lightnings jumped in the black prismatic crystals on the surface of the sphere. The originally mottled cracks on the sphere closed up visibly, and even the missing parts showed signs of growing again!

His spiritual world seemed to be experiencing a catastrophe. The tides composed of endless desires and emotions, under Calvin's guidance, were like the upside-down river in the sky, pouring down on his "pure land"!

The area of ​​the continent in the spiritual world was growing rapidly, and the changes in the world happened in just a few seconds;

But in reality, Calvin's body was under extreme pressure. A large amount of spiritual energy was guided to Calvin, and then returned to the Emperor's body again.

Every inch of his skin was cracking, and his internal organs were also spasming. The blood flowed down his facial features and skin, and quietly formed a pool at his feet...

The "holy blood cells" felt the unprecedented energy supply, and were frantically deducing and proliferating, but compared with the damage to his body, these remedies were just a drop in the bucket and useless to the overall situation, and only delayed the time for his body to collapse.

But his attempt was also effective.

In his spiritual vision, the golden light in the star was obviously active, while the white part, as a "latecomer", obviously began to wither after losing the supply of faith.

The emperor sitting on the throne began to have the brilliance of humanity in his eyes, and his other hand, just a second before Calvin was on the verge of his limit, quietly pressed on Calvin's shoulder.

"That's it. You... are good, you... have tried your best."

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ps, I don't know why, I can't name the chapter yesterday, and the system doesn't recognize it after changing it several times.