Chapter 82 The Promised Land

What was Calvin doing at this time?

He has given up using the purifying power of order, and also given up the desire in his soul to digest these fragments and complete himself.

The black river continued to pour boundless despair and unwillingness into his world through the gap in the sky that Calvin opened on his own initiative.

In reality, there are also many unknown forces in the ether ocean surrounding the Revenant Redeemer, which are fueling this.

Those evil creatures attracted by the surging force of destiny in the universe are cheering and celebrating the arrival of their carnival moment.

Once Calvin's soul falls, it will undoubtedly be a great victory of chaos over order in the subspace.

When a creature favored by order, one of the most essential forces in this universe, becomes corrupted, abandons his camp and turns to embrace chaos.

This will undoubtedly have an indelible impact on the future destiny of the entire universe.

Even the tone of the entire universe will shift dramatically towards chaotic black.

The basic physical laws of the real universe will be more disordered and biased toward chaos, and the barriers between subspace and reality will be severely weakened throughout the entire universe.

And for this universe that is already leaning towards darkness and despair, such a change may very well be the last straw that breaks the camel's back...

The black rainstorm was still pouring violently over Calvin's spiritual world.

The golden color symbolizing divinity on Calvin's soul is still shining brightly, and his divinity has not yet faded due to the pollution of these mortal souls.

But how long can he hold on?

When his entire spiritual world is invaded by the power of corruption, no matter how noble and sacred his soul is.

After losing the support of the spiritual world, he was unable to survive. When faced with the negative power of two billion souls, he could not escape the fate of being worn out.

Perhaps this process will be slow enough to last for centuries.

But from the moment the spiritual world completely falls, the outcome is already doomed.

And when everything was doomed to be irreversible, how did he know that the powers of chaos would not add new chips to this must-win gamble?

No more hesitation, otherwise things will change.

Although he has not figured out all the details of the matter, he already understands the general consequences of the choice of the current incident:

Either quit immediately and expel these souls from their own world.

The price is that his will is no longer firm, and it may take him dozens or even hundreds of years to repair the gap in his heart. He may never have the chance to repair it, but at least he has gained the peace in front of him.

Or, risk everything. Focus your attention on the rain in your hand, although there is a high probability that you will fall. But at least as a human being, he has a clear conscience.

When he thought clearly about his situation and these two options pointing to different fates were placed in front of him, he already knew his choice.

There has always been a Calvin who died in battle, not a Calvin who retreated to survive for a while.

The light of Calvin's golden soul became more dazzling and gentler. The flame symbolizing the power of order in the center of the soul was put aside by him, and the instinct of swallowing the concrete sphere of the soul was withdrawn from him.

Calvin just used the weak fire of redemption that he initially received to try to redeem the soul in the rain that he held in his palm.

But the reason why redemption is redemption is because of its cherishment and difficulty.

Redemption is not about simply breaking and rebuilding, nor is it roughly erasing; redemption is about rebuilding order among the existing ruins and returning broken souls to reason and light.

Redemption requires strength, but redemption requires understanding even more. Salvation requires sincere giving, but salvation requires that the recipient himself cannot give up his faith.

After experiencing such suffering and torture, do they really still have faith in reason and light?

Having lost most of their souls, is it really worth it for Calvin to give everything he has to try a possibility that is less than one ten thousandth?

Is all this really worth it?

"Bullshit! Is that worth it?

What I hate the most is others giving me value! "

Calvin was thinking a lot at this moment.

He even thought of the little seaside story he had read when he was a child: "This fish cares, this fish cares too."

But in the end, the only thing left in his mind was the above sentence.

The reason is surprisingly simple. He, Calvin, is a soldier!

Whether it is Jiang Wen who lived in the army all his life in his previous life, or Calvin who is a Gray Knight in this life.

There is an unexpected common simplicity and purity in these aspects.

"Is there anything worth it..."

Calvin has seen a lot in this life.

The mortal auxiliaries who lost their families, friends, and eventually their names never asked Calvin if it was all worth it.

The same was true for Jiang Wen in his previous life. Those young children who jumped into the gap in the dike without hesitation when the flood burst, never asked whether it was worth it.

“Fuck it, is it worth it!”

Calvin used all his strength to look at the rain in his hands with the warmest eyes.

"It's worth one!"

Miracles seemed to be touched by his efforts and came for his piety at this moment.

When the last of his strength was used up, the raindrops in Calvin's hands were finally infected by the warm fire of redemption.

The black despair receded from the water drops, and the clear souls stood up from the sky one after another.

There were not many of them, but their faces were clear. The peaceful and peaceful face is no longer desperate and unwilling.

"Thank you for your mercy..."

"Thank you for your mercy..."

Their tongues could no longer speak, but the singing of their souls made Calvin understand what they meant.

"Give us your holy name!"

"Please allow us to pray for you..."

The souls seem to be about to leave, and their last will comes out with their resonance.

"My name is Calvin..."

After saying these words, Calvin no longer had the will to maintain his soul.

He was so tired, he needed to take a nap, just a little while...

After all, the golden soul failed to withstand the monstrous black torrent. The golden angel flying in the sky finally fell through the clouds against the black background of the storm and fell towards the ground...

With all his strength exhausted, Calvin seemed to see his comrades who left in a hurry without spending any time with each other.

Those Calvins who fought for their common ideals in countless timelines and countless worlds.

He smiled sheepishly when he saw these familiar concerned faces.

"I apologize to my brothers. Because of my willfulness, our path... may only go so far."

"What are you talking about?"

Calvin, the champion of the Ultramarines, hugged him and said:

"Nice job! If it were me, I would do the same thing! Brother, please feel tired. If you are tired, take a break and we will help you support you for a while."

Then he crossed Calvin's body and walked towards the path behind him.

Iverson's assassin Calvin, who he hadn't seen for a long time, was still as talkative and direct as before. He just frowned and looked at Calvin and said:

"The work was a bit rough..."

Then he suddenly smiled:

"But at least I didn't mess it up. Take a break and leave the rest to us!"

Then he lightly hit Calvin's shoulder with his fist and walked towards the path behind him.

The same thing happened after that. Many Calvins came up to him one by one to say a simple farewell.

But perhaps due to time constraints, they did not exchange more greetings with Calvin.

Calvin, the elderly governor, looked at Calvin with cautious eyes. After looking at him deeply, he snorted and limped away;

Captain Calvin, who struck the cruiser resolutely and boldly, laughed three times and walked away after fist bumping with Calvin;

Cardinal Calvin, who was wearing the linen robe of an ascetic, looked at Calvin with loving eyes for a while, and then walked away resolutely.

Astral Navy fighter pilot Calvin...

Mechanic-Priest Calvin…

Legionnaire Calvin…

Solar Auxiliary Calvin…

Inquisitor Calvin...

Hive City Commoner Calvin...

Countless Calvins spent a seemingly long but actually short time in the spiritual world. After saying a brief goodbye to him, they walked back to the way they came from.

And the last one is the original one - old man Calvin.

The old man's body is still so tall and thin.

After everyone had gone away, he walked up to Calvin on crutches.

He lowered his head and said seriously to Calvin:

"You never let us down. On the contrary, please remember that we are always proud of you."

Then, he disappeared on the road behind Calvin...

After an unknown amount of time, Calvin suddenly came to his senses and regained his strength and will.

No, it’s will! His will became purer and stronger.

The strength of his divine soul also increases with the strength of his will.

The golden soul no longer emits light outwards, but turns the light into armor consistent with his real shape and wears it on his body.

Calvin opened his eyes, and the scenery quickly sliding upwards made him know that he was still falling.

All interpretation rights in his own spiritual world originally belong to him.

He learned to embody his own flying ability without a teacher. Two huge, silver wings that satisfied his imagination instantly unfolded from scratch on his back, stopping him from falling from the air. !

Calvin stood firm again and looked down at the fire of salvation in his hand.

After it was endowed with more humanity and understanding memories by thousands of Calvins with different experiences, its brilliance became far greater than before.

At this time, in Calvin's hands, its light also jumped and beat with Calvin's breathing.

It seemed to be urging him to try its new power again.

Calvin granted its wish.

He poured his will into it again, then closed his hands and wrists and pointed at the dark clouds in the sky, and a silver beam of light shot out from his hands!

This new power is so powerful!

The silver beam of light broke through the blockade of clouds and pushed against the black torrent all the way to the end of the black Milky Way!

The sky was filled with such silvery warm light, and the clouds disappeared without a trace after being penetrated.

Under such power, the remnant soul of the eternal cancer was instantly purified before even saying the final curse.

The black rain that fell from the sky and had not yet landed was instantly redeemed after it came into contact with this light.

Souls that had been cleansed of their previous sins bowed to Calvin.

The mud on the ground began to dry and shrink under the full illumination of this light.

More souls stood up from the mud and prayed to Calvin in the sky after regaining consciousness.

The waves on the sea began to calm down after being illuminated by this light.

After the waves, countless souls stood up from the water and walked towards the land.

At this moment, all the redeemed souls naturally knew the meaning of the existence of that piece of land.

There, it was the promised land built for these homeless and suffering souls.

There, it was the final destination for these polluted residual souls.

And the name of the person who gave them this final peace was also spread to all souls after the initial inquiry.

They all saw Calvin's efforts and sacrifices.

The souls were praying for Calvin, and they were grateful for his redemption and gift.

Apart from praying, they had no other way to repay the mercy and compassion of the golden angel in the sky.

"Holy, Calvin! Show mercy on the dangerous road!"

"Great, Calvin! Saving me is equal to suffering!"

The land symbolizes bearing, and the land symbolizes promise.

People without land are wanderers, and will eventually die in a foreign land.

And land without people is a wasteland, and they will never find the meaning of their existence.

It is no longer important what Calvin thought in his heart at the beginning, so that he would give birth to this piece of land in his spiritual world that symbolizes his willingness to bear the fate of the people of the empire.

All we need to know is that when all the souls in his spiritual world have arrived at that land, the land that was originally empty finally waited for its own people.

The meaning of the symbol is finally completed at this moment.

The people are no longer wandering, because someone finally promised them stability; the land is no longer barren, because there are people from now on.

Villages and fields are born from nothingness on the barren plains, and roads are connected to each other.

And surrounded by the villages, there is a great city rising from the center!

The towering walls symbolize the determination to guard, and the ferocious weapons symbolize the attitude towards foreign enemies!

The towering towers mean wisdom and rationality! And the majestic palace at the top symbolizes the cornerstone of all this - order!

The whole city is like a huge crown made of steel, located on the central high ground of this continent!

And who does the land that carries all this symbolize?

Yes, Calvin.

He symbolizes Calvin's willingness to carry the whole world forward.

So, the spiritual time is still on Calvin's head in the sky, and with the changes in the earth under his feet, a crown made of pure steel has appeared at the same time!

There are 13 thorns corresponding to the 13 towering towers in the city, arranged from small to large, from back to front.

The crown is so exquisite that it looks like a miniature version of the city on the surface.

The crown is too heavy and upright, because it is made of steel that symbolizes indomitable spirit and responsibility!

There are 13 thorns corresponding to the 13 towering towers in the city.

The fire of order had already risen above the thorn in the center.

On the smaller branch on the left, the flame of redemption was in the middle.

At this moment, the crown on Calvin's head also heard the same prayers as the souls on the surface.

The voices of countless souls gathered into a common voice that sounded above Calvin's head:

Holy! Holy!