Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

This is a huge hand.

Even if Calvin is now close to 4 meters tall, his palms still look a bit "small" in comparison.

It has almost no flesh and blood, with only thick fascia and rugged joints supporting it under the shriveled skin.

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

After the addition of Calvin, a "buffer" with a "purifying" function, the Emperor did get a precious respite from the weight of faith.

"I... can still hold on." Calvin said intermittently through gritted teeth, ignoring his body that was about to collapse and the large blood stains on the floor.

"It's too late...there's no point."

The almost skinny, skeleton-like face in front of him shook his head slightly, closing the energy circulation in his body that was open to Calvin in one direction.

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

The heavy power armor made a loud sound on the floor, but his body still couldn't stop retreating from the steps.

He subconsciously ordered the power armor servo to lock his joints to stop his staggering steps and prevent him from falling in front of the throne.

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

And what answered him was the Emperor's voice full of spiritual echo: "Look with your heart, you can see."

Heart?

Calvin subconsciously turned his attention to psychic energy, but immediately discovered that he was already in a 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 room.

Oh, it's power.

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

Calvin "opened his eyes" again and looked in the direction of the Golden Throne, and what he saw at this moment was so shocking.

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

This sword has a classic cross structure. The spine of the sword is long and narrow in the shape of a drop, and the sword is almost incorporeal, consisting of two long and narrow wings that emit endless light.

Different from the last distant view, under this close observation, Calvin understood the meaning of "it" almost the moment he saw the sword for the first time:

Shelter, redemption and hope, but no war...

Yes, if you think about it this way, you will understand everything.

The meaning of the Emperor to mankind is to protect mankind from the threat of alien races;

It lies in the redemption of humanity from the clutches of the Chaos Gods in the Warp;

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

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

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

The crystal symbolizing hope on the sword's head has been broken, leaving only the broken fragments shining faintly;

Most of the wings that symbolize protection have been broken off, but they still tenaciously stretch out the remaining feathers on both wings;

Not much of the golden color that symbolizes salvation is left on the sword's spine, and the blade on the sword is also in disrepair.

The scarlet blood all over the sword, while flowing freely, also announced to the outside world the meaning of "it" that chilled Calvin to the bone:

Hatred - only the most difficult to resolve, the bone-deep, endless hatred from the endless faith coming from the entire empire...

Is this what the former emperor meant?

Is this the fate that the emperor now bears?

Calvin couldn't describe his feelings for a while, but the tears streaming down his eyes told him that his mood at this time was mostly grief and regret...

——

It was already afternoon when Calvin walked out of the throne room.

Although the body of the original body should theoretically have almost unlimited energy, in these short dozen hours, Calvin's spirit and body have endured too many tests.

A heavy feeling of fatigue filled his body, making him feel unusually unsustainable after not experiencing fatigue for a long time.

The imperial guard who had led him had already stayed behind him, standing like a rock in the Himalayas at the last door of the throne room;

The people who came to greet him were already in place. The Honor Guards and several Imperial Guardsmen behind the Shield Captain were fully armored and stood quietly on both sides, waiting for his orders.

He could have gone to rest.

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

After seeing his burly body from a distance, the garrison troops along the way spontaneously knelt down on one knee and lowered their proud heads to show reverence;

What's more, some Imperial Fists who vaguely knew his identity uniformly raised their firearms and stood down with heavy shields when he passed through the portals that were tall enough for Titans to pass through.

But he couldn't indulge himself easily, because it was the reverence of these imperial soldiers for him that reminded him every moment that he had a completely different identity than when he first arrived in the morning.

More rights mean heavier responsibilities, and heavier responsibilities mean that he will use his only life to repay the trust between that man and this ancient empire.

"Have you thought about it? Reputation is of course irrelevant to our generation, but if you give up this position, it means that you will add a lot of resistance to the future empire."

Calvin recalled the conversation with the Emperor when he parted, and reconfirmed his determination.

“I have thought about it, our duties are not suitable for standing in the sun.

Then a leadership position is enough for me to perform 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 shoulder its mission, those who should know me will naturally know it. "

"Shan, then go ahead..."

Walking out of the forbidden area of ​​​​the Throne Court, the sky was almost dark. Resisting the drowsiness in his eyes, Calvin still issued the order to go to the Government Council.

"Go to the Administrative Council." Calvin said and couldn't help but let out a huge yawn.

"It's time for you to rest."

The Primarch's fatigue was so obvious that the Shield Captain tasked with accompanying him could not help but offer advice.

Nicholas did not know exactly what happened in the throne room, but keeping the primarch in good condition was part of his responsibility.

"No, time is too tight. Just take a rest on the airship. There is still a meeting waiting for me in the Government Affairs Council.

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

Calvin kept talking but didn't stop. When he finished speaking, he had already strode to the standby Thunder Eagle on the tarmac.

"There is no need to notify you separately. The Imperial Fist has opened all the airspace permissions of Terra to you."

Nicholas explained, and then followed Calvin's lead.

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

Calvin also understood the style of the Imperial Fists, and it would be a great sense of accomplishment to be able to make an exception for these Sons of Dorne.

"It's not necessary. This is your home, and a dedicated residence has been arranged for you in the throne room."

"Home?... Very good. For such a big Terrali, I really need a home."

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