Chapter 376 Man and God (3)

This is a huge hand.

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

It has almost no flesh and blood, and only thick fascia and jagged joints support the dry skin.

But this is still much better than before, at least the originally pale skin has a little more blood color than before.

After Calvin, the "buffer" with the function of "purification", joined, the Emperor did get a precious respite from the pressure 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 amount of blood on the floor.

"Too late... meaningless."

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

Bang! Calvin, who suddenly lost energy support, was no longer able to support his body and retreated in embarrassment.

The heavy power armor made a loud noise when it stepped on the floor, but the body still could not stop retreating from the steps.

He subconsciously ordered the power armor servo to lock the joints, and then stopped his staggering steps and avoided falling in front of the throne.

"What is too late?" Calvin, who was kneeling on one knee in front of the throne, raised his head and asked.

And the answer was the Emperor's voice full of psychic echoes: "Use your heart to see, you can see."

Heart?

Calvin subconsciously turned his attention to psychic energy, but then he found that he was already in the state of psychic vision.

What is that?

Looking at the existence in front of him, Calvin suddenly remembered the "vision" he saw at the door of the throne.

Oh, it's power.

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

Calvin, who "opened his eyes" again, looked in the direction of the golden throne, and the scene he saw at this moment was so shocking.

It was a sword, or rather, a conceptual "sword", a sword that had been seriously polluted, so that the concept that made it up was about to be replaced by external pollution.

This sword was a classic cross structure, with a narrow and teardrop-shaped spine, and a nearly intangible hilt, consisting of two narrow wings emitting endless light.

Unlike the last time he looked at it from a distance, this time Calvin understood the meaning of "it" almost at the first sight of the sword:

Shelter, salvation and hope, but there was no war...

Yes, it was all clear when I thought about it this way.

The significance of the Emperor to mankind lies in the shelter of mankind from the threat of alien races;

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

It lies in the hope of leading all mankind to escape from this desperate universe.

As for the war itself, it is just a means.

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

The crystal on the sword head, symbolizing hope, has been shattered, leaving only broken fragments that are flickering with a faint light;

The wings that symbolize protection have been broken by more than half, but they are still stubbornly stretching out their remaining feathers;

The gold on the sword spine, symbolizing salvation, is almost gone, and the blade on the sword is also broken.

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

Hatred - the most difficult to resolve, bone-chilling, endless hatred that can only be resolved by the endless faith from the entire empire...

Is this the meaning of the former emperor?

Is this the fate that the current emperor bears?

Calvin couldn't 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 feeling of fatigue filled his body, making him, who had not experienced fatigue for a long time, feel that it was difficult to continue.

The guards of the imperial guards who led him had stopped behind him, standing in the last door of the throne room like a stubborn stone on the Himalayas;

The people who came to greet him in front of him were already in place, and the honor guards and several imperial guards behind the shield guard captain were fully armored, standing quietly on both sides just waiting for his order.

He could have gone to rest.

Especially after meeting the supreme ruler of this ancient empire, this high star among stars, city within city, has fully opened its arms to him.

The guards along the way all knelt on one knee and lowered their proud heads to show respect after seeing his huge figure from afar;

What's more, some of the Imperial Fists who vaguely knew his identity raised their guns and slammed their shields in unison when he passed through the gates that were tall enough for Titans to pass through.

But he couldn't indulge himself easily, because it was the respect of these imperial soldiers that reminded him all the time that he had a completely different identity at this time than 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 unimportant to my generation, but if you give up this position, it means that you will add a lot of obstacles to the future empire."

Calvin recalled the conversation with the Emperor when they parted, and reaffirmed his determination.

"I have thought about it. Our duties are not suitable for standing in the sun.

Then a commander's position is enough for me to display in Terra.

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

"Good, then you go..."

Walking out of the restricted air zone of the throne court, the sky was almost dark. Calvin still issued an order to go to the Administrative Council despite the fatigue in his eyes.

"Go to the Administrative Council." Calvin said and couldn't help yawning.

"You should rest."

The fatigue of the Primarch was so obvious that the captain of the shield guard who was responsible for accompanying him couldn't help but make a suggestion.

Nicholas didn't know what happened in the throne court, but keeping the Primarch in good condition was one of his responsibilities.

"No, time is too tight. Just take a break on the airship. There is a meeting waiting for me in the Administrative Council.

Well, inform the Imperial Fists of my next trip."

Calvin said this but did not stop. When he finished speaking, he had already strode to the Thunderhawk on the tarmac.

"No need to notify separately. The Imperial Fists have opened up all the airspace rights of Terra for you."

Nicholas explained, and then followed Calvin's steps.

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

Calvin also understood the style of the Imperial Fists. It was a very fulfilling thing to make these sons of Dorne make an exception.

"No need. This is your home. The throne court has also arranged a special residence for you."

"Home?... Very good. In such a big Terra, I really need a home."

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