Chapter 287 The Legacy of Typhons.

How long will Mortarion's impotent rage last? No one knows except the life growing in the Garden of Nurgle.

But the undeniable reality is:

Because Typhons once again went alone and consumed the resources carefully accumulated by his gene father without authorization. As a result, Mortarion's long-planned hunt for Calvin was forcibly cancelled because there was not enough power to reach reality.

And this delay, it is unknown how far into the future it will be delayed.

After all, it is not easy to sow the seeds of faith in reality. After this battle, in the Storm Star Region where the Imperial Inquisition is fully alert, it is unknown how many hundreds of years it will take to set off a large-scale action and sacrifice again...

Calvin is not aware of the fate hidden in these details. In his eyes, it is still no different from the previous battles.

If there is any doubt, it can only be said that he is puzzled that a fallen person of Typhons' level would appear in such an unknown place.

Looking at the completely shattered hand bones and the burnt power armor fragments left with only a piece of black ash under his feet, Calvin slowly squatted down and stretched the hammer handle in his hand towards the ashes.

In the psychic vision, there was a sphere representing the collection of souls.

He knew that it was these imprisoned souls that supported the existence of the evil in the real universe;

It was also these pitiful victims who were trapped in the long-dead corpses and were driven by the evil in the battle just now to attack the soldiers of the empire.

Now all this is over.

When the warhammer "Mission", carrying the will and soul of the entire Grey Knight Corps, launched a trial against Typhons;

When the white-gold meteor smashed through the palm of the evil, forcibly purifying and crushing the protected traitor from the soul level.

All this suffering was declared to be over.

Millions of corpses instantly lost the drive of their souls and fell in groups on the wasteland heading towards the battlefield.

Under the mad souls of countless rebels, their bodies were twisted into inhuman bodies. After losing the connection with the path of faith in the evil god, they were instantly punished by the physical universe and turned into a pool of foul-smelling tissue fluid...

On the ice field where the Verax Cathedral is located, the battlefield became visibly quiet after the enemy chief surrendered.

The corpses are no longer active, and the fallen corpses stretch for hundreds of miles. Only the voices of the rebellious Astartes are still resisting.

The green fungal blanket is quietly necrotic, and the bright green magic core is withering and dying.

Without the gaze of the evil god and the blessing of the corrupt power, this land belonging to the real universe is rapidly fading the unnatural green under the cold moonlight, and restoring its original appearance as it should belong to the northern ice field.

The dark rocks and white snow appeared again in the vision of the Grey Knights.

The Death Guards, who knew that the situation was hopeless, relied on the Verax Cathedral as a support under the leadership of the few surviving Death Plague Champions, to make their last dying struggle.

When the bitter cold wind blew again, under the two silver moons of reality and psychic energy, the statues of the saints in the cathedral coldly watched the end of the traitor.

The moment Calvin reached out and touched the soul collection, the light of the entire planet dimmed for a moment.

He once again naturally overcame his desire to devour and chose to bring salvation to these suffering souls.

In the psychic vision, the souls who chose to leave and perish looked like large patches of dandelions in the moonlight, or like light bands generated by magnetic force on the polar regions of the planet.

Between the silver moon on the plateau and the white snow, their departing figures walked from the ground to the sky, pulling up a long light band.

The gunshots in the cathedral became less and less, and the occasional noise of the chainsaw sword also fell silent in the sound of the flamethrower.

With the confluence of the three main forces of the Grey Knights, the space left for the Death Guards to move around in the cathedral was getting less and less.

The dark corridor was occasionally lit up by the flames of the bolter, and the people in the portraits were watching the battle;

The quiet and empty hall was ignited by the gunfire, and the holy elephant at the end witnessed the end of the traitors.

The Death Guards staggered and retreated to the depths of the church under the suppression of the Grey Knights.

And in this embarrassing and desperate retreat, they could not see any possibility and hope of breaking out.

The bolter bullets had been fired long ago, and the grenades had been used up long ago.

Now in the hands of these traitors, in addition to cold weapons such as chainsaw swords, only a small number of plasma pistols were still threatening.

The Grey Knights did not give them a chance to counterattack, and the Purifier and Sin Washer teams stopped outside the church and built positions.

The increasingly narrow space was handed over to the Holy Shield Terminator team and the sacred fearless veterans.

The Interceptors and Champion Swordsmen cruised on the top of the cathedral, communicating with their comrades in the corridors while transmitting the direction of the battlefield to all their comrades in real time.

Traitors can only continue to suffer casualties in fearless struggles, and taste the taste of despair under the steady and orderly offensive of the Grey Knights.

Everything here silently witnesses the practice of salvation and revenge.

The redemption that the Emperor's subjects deserve, and the blood left when the traitors were executed;

The Grey Knights don't want to let any of them go, and they want to get them all.

Just like the morality they practice:

There is no sacrifice too big to be unacceptable.

There is no betrayal too small to be forgiven.

When the last Death Guard was killed by the Emperor's Holy Statue, the soul held in Calvin's hand also dissipated.

The ritual of redemption and revenge on this land also came to an end at the same time.

Calvin looked at the gorgeous light band like the aurora, which was disappearing rapidly in the real space.

In his psychic perception, the city-state in his spiritual world became heavier.

There are souls who choose to leave and fall into the eternal night, and there are souls who choose to stay and join the new world.

The land in Calvin's spiritual world, which has not changed for a long time, has silently grown a whole circle again under the torrent of massive souls that entered later.

The villages around the central city-state, and the roads and farmlands between the fields in the distance, have all increased slightly in size accordingly.

The land he established in his ignorance, after experiencing two redemptions by chance, is providing shelter for more souls.

And the warriors guarding in front of the hall are no longer limited to the figures of the Grey Knights.

More Astra Militarum and warriors who died for the Empire, after being redeemed by Calvin, chose neither to leave nor to live quietly in the paradise.

Their final decision was the same as that of the Grey Knights, choosing to give their faith to the one who redeemed them.

The Way of Guardianship was their final destination, based on their smaller soul strength than the Grey Knights, but more in number.

These devout warriors wore simple white robes and stood quietly in the square outside the palace.

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