Chapter 184 The Finishing Touch, the Old Father’s Redemption.

Chapter also known as: Chaos, but Warhammer.

Daily Thought: Knowing that it is impossible but still doing it is benevolence.

Of course, the war is not only happening here, there are battles in other directions of the three-dimensional universe at the same time.

The main force of the solar segment fleet received a cross-level transfer order from the Throne Court to ignore the Grand Marshal of the Navy High Lord during a routine segment cruise.

Hundreds of large warships led by Admiral Deros Pan set up an ambush under the starry sky near the Storm Segment without knowing who the enemy was, and fought a fierce battle with the Khorne army that rushed in head-on.

The main fleet of the Grey Knights in the Order of the Holy Hammer suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Inquisition. Under the guidance of the Brotherhood of the Prophet, the entire Grey Knights blocked the Typhons fleet that had just crawled out of the warp in an uninhabited star system somewhere in the Pacific Star Region...

Hundreds of nests in several star systems in the Storm Star Region suddenly rioted, and a large-scale Sarish sect suddenly launched an attack, and the local defense forces and naval ships on the starport were also lost one after another.

The Death Watch and the Ecclesiarchy Sisters who were on their way to suppress it were overwhelmed, and a fleet from the warp was about to appear in a large-scale sacrificial ceremony.

An unknown First Legion passed by and destroyed it, and then left without saying a word. All bystanders were killed, and only the local server had some incomplete data records...

There are more conspiracies brewing in the secret starry sky. Large-scale invasion and resistance battles have already taken place, and small-scale infiltrations are naturally also conducting various contests in silence.

An Orc fleet that had just evolved from the ground to the interstellar age, smelled the almost boiling Waaaaaaah here, and on the way to here happily, they met another Tzeentch warband head-on.

And just over a hundred light years away from where they fought, an army from Comoros just emerged from the webway and saw a dead soul dynasty that had awakened early because it sensed an abnormality...

The entire southeastern part of the empire was in chaos at this time, and the Empire's High Lord Council was powerless in the face of the snowflakes of war reports.

The dense new war zone marks were transmitted to the top leaders of all the armed forces of the empire through the intergalactic communication of the astropaths.

Even the Ultramar lords far away in the Ultramar and the Black Templar Marshal who was still fighting in the Ghoul Star Field knew about the war here.

More details and intelligence were not delivered to them in time, and these soldiers who had fought all their lives could only make decisions based on intuition.

"God Emperor bless them! No matter why they come! As long as they want something, we will do the opposite!" said the Grand Marshal.

This is the most basic intuition of these soldiers, and it is also the tacit understanding they have reached across the stars as the top leaders of the empire's military.

The Ultramarines in the Storm Star Region and the Black Templar Fleet that is on an expedition nearby received their respective orders soon after.

After preparing emergency supplies, they turned the direction of the fleet and rushed to the galaxy where Calvin was.

A large-scale battle involving such a wide range of people for the first time since the Soul Disaster War was launched in the Storm Star Region.

The high lords of the empire found it difficult to find that in the short time of less than 200 years after the end of the split of New Terra, the situation of the empire seemed to be on the verge of losing control again...

Calvin was not aware of this large-scale battle around him. Even if he knew, he had no time to care about the casualties on the battlefield at this moment.

At this time, his psychic energy has been completely revived. After the confinement of the power of time and space was completely broken, the space here is squeezing his existence all the time, trying to kick him back to where he should go.

He was fighting against this repulsive force with all his strength in order to complete this significant ceremony.

Four hundred Astartes warriors had already made preliminary preparations, and the warbands they came from had also completed the corresponding memory and data cleansing procedures.

Once they successfully walked out of this ceremony, what awaited these new Grey Knights would be the beginning of another brand new life.

Four hundred chosen ones entered the venue first, and the equipment for the transformation ceremony was basically in place. The mechanical priests led by the biological sage and the warband pharmacists also entered the venue later.

All preparations were ready. Under the gaze of the warband's senior leaders and cardinal sages, Calvin also walked slowly towards the psychic matrix in the center of the venue.

"Father."

Allen Janus called Calvin in a complicated tone. Looking at everything in front of him, how could he not know his origins.

But the new personality was established less than a hundred years ago, he had no previous memories, and had no interest in the experiences of those times.

Unlike other legions of Astartes with pre-transformation memories, Allen's blank personality made Calvin's father sincere.

"Any more questions? My child." Calvin agreed.

He also had special feelings for Allen. He had never been married in this life, but fate had given him this dream-fulfilling life with the Emperor's blessing, and he had one and more children.

These children not only inherited his genetic expression, but also inherited his vision in spirit and career.

This double inheritance is undoubtedly what any father dreams of. Because only in this way, in Calvin's eyes, they can be regarded as the continuation of the true meaning of his life.

"Father, I have a feeling that it's not a good one..."

Alan Janus said with some concern as he looked at Calvin, who was wearing a simple linen robe and had a calm expression.

He inherited Calvin's blood, and in this idealistic universe, in a sense, he also inherited a trace of Calvin's soul imprint.

So after becoming a Grey Knight, he was born with an instinctive ability to control powerful psychic powers, and like all powerful psychics, he had a vague perspective on the future in time and space.

This kind of glimpse into the future had never worked on Calvin before, because the power he represented was so dazzling in Allen's eyes, like a platinum star that was shining and heating all the time, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.

But now, just as Calvin was about to enter the ceremony venue, he actually felt a rare and huge depression.

In his perception, the platinum sun is now unable to break free from the prison of fate, and the edge of the brilliant light has begun to have a haze that symbolizes doom...

"I understand, I understand."

Calvin nodded gently to Allen, comforting the warrior who was too worried about his safety and lost his mind.

Calvin certainly understood that Allen's psychic power could perceive things, so how could he, as a holder of more powerful power, not know?

But some things cannot be ignored just because they are understood, and it is not a sentence that you can not do it just because you know it is impossible.

Calvin knows that his soul is so special that it has an irreplaceable role in the guidance of time and fate.

And his journey through time this time is so bizarre, it is an act of crossing the line. After he tries to change his fate further, he will undoubtedly be more conspicuous in the eyes of the gods.

He has long been aware of the evil god's gaze on him.

In the hundred years of the mortal era on the surface, he has cut off the tentacles of the evil god in secret more than once.

War and killing, power and women, fame and complacency, despair and self-abandonment... Chaos never stopped tempting and polluting him, and as his return date approached, it became less and less concealed and more and more unscrupulous.

He understood that this was the price of crossing the line, and that this was the anger and humiliation after the failure that the gods could not cover up while wantonly venting their power.

How could anyone refuse their invitation?

How could anyone refuse their kindness?

How dare he?

How could he!

Could it be that he really compared himself to the will of that human being?

Could it be that he really wanted to overturn their dignity in front of the gods?

How could this be possible! How arrogant!

The man who tried to play tricks on the gods has paid the price! This man will not be an exception!

The ocean of ether in the subspace is rolling up terrifying waves, and the stars seem small under such huge waves. The space of the galaxy is not enough to accommodate the boundless anger gathered under the rare unified will of the gods!

This ancient, soul world is brewing huge power. After the outside intervention failed, the gods have rolled up their sleeves and are ready to take action themselves.

As soon as Calvin opens the ceremony, their supreme power will instantly manifest in the real universe!

Take him away! Take him away!

Facing the existence of the gods will crush his will! Corrupt! Let him become a slave of the gods from now on! Become the greatest four gods in history!

If not, then destroy him!

The gods have taken action themselves, just like the wheel of fate, as long as it turns, there must be an echo!

They will use their own power to strangle this special existence, extract his soul, and tear his will apart. Hang his fragments outside the temple of the gods, and use his eternal wail that resounds through the warp as an example for future generations!

The air on the Saint Chris is condensing. In the constant temperature and humidity environment, everyone present clearly feels the abnormal coldness in the air.

This is an ominous sign, but fortunately Calvin is well prepared.

He did not have the environment that the Emperor and Malcador had prepared, so in order to avoid being affected, the Saint Chris had already left the system three days ago.

They were performing this significant ceremony in the uninhabited deep space outside the system.

As Calvin stood in the center of the psychic array, rare ice crystals were condensing on the transparent gravitational field dome.

"Sir!" The soldier's intuition and sense of danger made Adelaide unable to help but shout a warning, but under Calvin's gaze, he did not know how to dissuade him.

He could only watch the other's burly figure slowly turn around and connect the pipelines of the psychic array to himself one by one.

Buzz!

As Calvin's psychic energy began to pass through, the cables on the surface began to heat up rapidly, and the cooling device began to circulate spontaneously before the temperature alarm device lit up, but it still could not stop the alloy pipeline from vibrating at a very low frequency.

At the signal of the biological sage, the pharmacist began to anesthetize the receptors around him. In the artificial crystal syringe they picked up later, there was Calvin's cold stem cell extract.

It's not that Calvin didn't want to give them his own blood directly, but his blood was too active now.

Without the last will to survive like Gabriel did when he was trapped in the extinction of his group, it was difficult for these Astartes to withstand the direct erosion of the Primarch's blood.

And Calvin, who released psychic energy on a large scale, had a very heavy burden on himself. In the absence of accurate guidance for individuals, stem cells with a reduced strength became a last resort.

With the injection of these extracts, Calvin's psychic energy also began to build positions on a large scale. Under the cover of the power of order, the mutations that continued to occur in the bodies of these Astartes were strangled one by one.

Their original gene seeds and attached superhuman organs were rapidly failing, and they were replaced by new cells that were growing every minute under Calvin's leadership.

Most Astartes were undergoing visible changes. The large-scale shedding of hair follicles on their bodies became the first victims, and then the pale, dry, wrinkled and cracked skin became the second sign of changes in the body.

Their physical indexes were rising and falling every moment, and the repeated fluctuations made the pharmacists who were monitoring them and the war leaders who were watching at the venue equally terrified.

But they soon lost even the right to be terrified.

After a loud noise that could hardly be called a sound, a huge subspace storm suddenly appeared above the Saint Chris.

The starry sky was torn apart at this moment, and time was meaningless at this moment. The huge pressure instantly knocked down everyone present.

They didn't even have the opportunity to face the will that subsequently manifested in the space breach, and they lost consciousness in the initial tide.

Calvin was still struggling to support the work of the psychic array and maintain the basic survival of everyone present.

The cooling device had already failed, and the cables were close to melting.

But fortunately, the gravitational barrier also failed. The psychic array without the protection of the barrier was directly exposed to the vacuum environment.

The cold of more than minus 200 degrees made these cables deformed, but they still barely maintained their original functions.

At this time, Calvin had already tried his best to resist the invasion of the subspace and the relatively irrational invasion of the terrifying alien from above.

There were too many people behind him who needed protection. At this time, he could no longer care about maintaining his anchor point in time and space, and could only try his best to resist the threat above his head.

But fortunately, the gods did not want him to leave like this. The tentacles from the subspace had already taken a step ahead of him and firmly anchored this existence that they regarded as a treasure in their pocket.

The veins on Calvin's head bulged and his blood was surging. From his perspective, the smoke and clouds pouring into the gap above his head were transformed into huge tentacles with no end in sight, reaching out to him.

The evil god's whispers and laughter were ringing in Calvin's ears. The tentacles with no end in sight were also twisting and changing wantonly with endless blasphemy and frenzy.

Be thankful that those mortals were unconscious. If they hadn't lost consciousness, if Calvin hadn't gnashed his teeth to protect them.

The existence of these powerful beings is enough to instantly twist these mundane things and turn them into a chaotic egg that has lost its mind.

Calvin has never faced their existence directly. Even the most recent time was just a distant glance in the long river of time.

When these lives that have transcended time and space really appeared in front of Calvin, even with his soul characteristics, he couldn't help but marvel at these great existences.

But there was more of a sense of crisis. Looking at these tentacles getting closer and closer, Calvin's face remained unchanged, but there was already a shadow of despair in his heart.

He couldn't escape, because if he escaped, everything behind him would be destroyed; he couldn't hide, because the Grey Knights behind him who were entering a critical period of transformation could not withstand any twists and turns.

What to do! Is it going to stop here? Calvin, who had exhausted all his means, had a moment and thought of his own end.

And just when he was in despair, a sharp black lightning appeared from a distant space!

In Calvin's unbelievable eyes, this lightning ignored the distance of space and appeared in front of him in an instant, sweeping away the tentacles above his head!

"Emperor's blessing!" Calvin sighed.

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