Chapter 612: War in the Gothic Sky (XVI) Soul as Embryo

"You can't stop him!"

"Nonsense!"

"I have an idea, but there are side effects..."

"I agree!"

"Huh?"

The spiritual dialogue does not take time, but it still does not hinder the urgency of Calvin's tone.

But the various reasons that were originally prepared for persuasion were smashed to pieces by Garro's too straightforward agreement.

"Huh?" Calvin was at a loss, this was completely different from what he expected. He thought that trying to persuade this thoughtful Astartes captain was a challenge no less than asking the Imperial Fist to tell a joke.

Well, not cold.

"That's not important." Garro said.

As if he saw through Calvin's thoughts, he communicated with Calvin while facing Mortarion's offensive, and his face, which should have been serious, actually had a hint of smile:

"You said you came from the future, right?"

"Yes." Calvin replied.

Garro's unexpected answer made him vaguely have another guess, and the current conversation seemed to further prove this idea.

"If all this is really as you said, then the battle between me and Mortarion is just a story that has already happened and the ending is predetermined, right?"

"...Yes," Calvin murmured, as if he could already guess what Garro would say next.

"So... you see..." Garro smiled with relief:

"So the truth is - I am not Garro, but just his reflection in time after his death."

"He and I..." He pointed his eyes at Mortarion in the air, "It's just a repetition of the past."

"Yes..." Calvin really didn't want to answer, but he didn't want to lie even more. He didn't expect Garro to be so sharp that he could infer the truth of the matter from just a few words from him.

"Then you see, what else can I care about?"

The smile on Garro's mouth became more and more obvious. It seemed that knowing the falsehood of his identity could not defeat him. On the contrary, because the mystery was revealed, he almost freed himself from the heavy responsibility.

"Euphrates has left and will surely arrive safely on Terra. Although the traitorous legion is huge, the Emperor finally defended the Empire."

"That's good..."

Garro said this, took a deep breath, and then said to Calvin:

"Although I am destined to die, I can finally change some things according to my own wishes without worrying about their fate."

"Come on, while I still have time."

Garro looked at Calvin and also looked at the direction where Qi Le left in the distant sky.

Garvin, who got a positive answer, turned and looked behind him. A figure who looked like him but was wearing heavy bronze armor walked out of the void.

"Who are you?" Garro looked at the familiar armor. The Thunder Eagle emblem from Terra was clearly visible on the iconic breastplate structure of the ancient Mark III.

The mottled Dusk Raider emblem on the shoulder armor, the tactical positioning mark on the right arm, the legion serial number on the right knee, and even the service history emblem on the lower half of the left leg armor...

This is not a fake that was temporarily fabricated, this is a real son of Terra!

But... why does he feel so familiar, but he can't find any impression in his memory?

Is he also someone's shadow, recruited from another battlefield?

"Go." Calvin nodded to the warrior, and he also met Garo's eyes.

When the four eyes met, Garo suddenly understood everything.

He understood his next fate, and what this strange brother would pay next.

He had to give up his innate independence and fully open his heart to Garo;

He had to put down all his experiences to build a worldview and dedicate himself to him!

Can it work?

Whether he is willing or not, this is a fusion of two wills!

Even if he is cruel enough to himself, what about instinct? How could the instinct hidden in the subconscious mind sit and wait for death when faced with the greatest survival crisis?

Garo also hesitated for a moment, but after feeling the same anger in the other's heart, he no longer hesitated.

That was the same reluctance and anger towards his own fate as a son of Terra;

That was the most thorough disappointment and hatred of the Astartes warriors of the Dusk Raiders towards their genetic father!

"Come!" Garo said.

So the two figures walked towards each other, and under the gaze of the Grey Knight Primarch, they merged into one at the moment of intersection.

Memory, soul, will, and all traces of existence in the entire life.

Calvin of the Death Guard put down everything in his heart and completely opened the first two to Garo;

While the latter covered the former with his own information, he also used his own reality on this timeline to build a newer and more complete fulcrum for Calvin's power of order!

Boom!

Just like a blocked flood channel being blown open, the power of order, which had been looking for a breakthrough, instantly rushed to the distant timeline!

In Calvin's spiritual vision, Garo and his other face were slowly and irreversibly merging;

The deepest fusion is equal to the most intimate battle. In the process of fusion, both souls felt huge pain uncontrollably...

Can it work?

Seeing this, Calvin was also shaken for a moment, but Mortarion's threat was right in front of him, and he couldn't think of any other way!

And at this time, he also unexpectedly noticed some unexpected changes in the following battle...

The surface soul fusion has been completed, and the power of order has begun to penetrate Garo through new channels.

And the fusion between the deep consciousness, and even more memories and details, still needs time to complete.

But the battle in reality will not wait forever. In the eyes of Calvin and Garo, Mortarion, who is wrapped in unprecedented huge power, is already in front of them!

"Die!"

The scythe of Silence carried a force of ten thousand kilograms, and it even slashed forward before the evil wind it brought!

Although for the dignity of the Primarch, Mortarion had already used a battle cry to warn in advance.

But in the eyes of Garo and Calvin, that voice had already fallen behind the body of Silence.

Hide?

Can't hide!

Without thinking for a millisecond, two equally battle-hardened warriors came to the same conclusion!

Bear it!

That's all they can do!

Without any communication, the three souls exerted their strength at the same time!

Hey! Garo's eyes widened, and his muscles were tensed to the extreme at this moment, and behind him, a phantom of the same color also posed the same posture!

Qile, who was far outside the atmosphere, also knelt on the ground at the same time, praying to that existence for the protection of his loyal warriors!

Three souls, three powers! Triple reinforcement!

So in Mortarion's unbelievable eyes, the body that should have been shattered by this blow actually withstood the slash of Silence and was not killed, but was just knocked out again like before, creating a new ruin on the already broken fortress of Marx.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The Death Guards watching the battle were not aware of the details and were still cheering for their gene father with their blind war cries.

Only Typhons, who was still on the warship in mid-air and overlooking the entire battle, knew that this group of idiots with maggots in their brains had inadvertently acted as the worst atmosphere group in history.

Mortarion, who missed the attack, first experienced a mental journey of anger and then astonishment.

When those inappropriate war cries sounded, he was already furious after his blood pressure subconsciously surged. After calming down, he noticed that Jialuo was abnormal, and began to hover in the sky, suspiciously examining the ruins...

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