Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 477 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows Final Chapter - Fragmented Destiny

"Look, there are still people holding on."

Looking in the direction of Spier's finger, a little starlight was twinkling on the curtain at the end of the world. The unyielding souls in reality did not give up, and their blooming light was also reflected in Calvin's world.

And around those twinkling "new stars" are the warriors who once sacrificed for the empire in the pure land of souls.

Although instinct covers the sky of the spiritual world like night, these precious souls still shine brightly.

Those lights were so familiar that each one reminded him of a clear image, and those lights were so shocking that when he saw them, Calvin couldn't help but think of the hundreds of years he had unknowingly gone through. Journey...

"You see, this is a mortal. Although his life is short, it is dazzling enough."

"Yes, this is a mortal..." Calvin murmured.

He was once one of those mortals, so he could understand the determination behind these flashes of soul.

Astra Militarum, Astartes, Battle Sisters, Ecclesiarchs...

Although they are the elites of the empire after thousands of selections, in the final analysis they still belong to the category of mortals.

In Calvin's eyes, they will still feel pain, death, chagrin, and frustration, but their sense of mission and responsibility drives them, and their armor and uniforms become masks to cover up their own fragility.

But this is not enough... In other words, they have shown enough will to fight the most resolutely when facing the enemy.

But these are still not enough to make them defeat themselves, because the essence of their faith in the Emperor is still to place their hope on others.

Faced with the will being broken again and again and the soul being reorganized thousands of times on the road to sublimation, we can only persist in maintaining the firmest and purest original intention.

Calvin was not optimistic about this kind of faith placed outside.

"But, isn't that the responsibility of the emperor and you?" Spier asked Calvin with a smile.

"They already have the first and most precious qualities, and then guiding them in the direction and letting them understand these principles, isn't it the meaning of the existence of the Emperor and you?"

"Yes, that is the meaning of our existence." Calvin repeated the second half of Speyer's words in a low voice, but there was still hesitation in his heart.

Although instinct has taken over the absolute dominance of the soul, it is not completely hopeless to defeat it, but the price to pay in that way is too expensive, and even a warrior like Calvin who puts life and death aside is unwilling to face it.

That requires a thorough embrace of order, which is almost eternal torture. The extremely cold nature of order will continue to deprive him of his humanity, but he cannot give up and can only accompany the torture until the last breath of his life.

Prometheus in the world... Calvin murmured, never expecting that one day he would face something more terrifying than death.

He may not care about his own life or death, but if he is like the Emperor and is stuck on the boundary between life and death forever for the hope of mankind, he will not be able to escape.

To be honest, he was scared. He could feel the coldness and fear in his bones.

But what's going on right now is not just that.

Because with the merger of the Soul Pure Land and the War Council, he suddenly discovered that his decision not only related to his own destiny, but also affected everyone who had made a contract with him.

The decision he has to make is not only to pay the price of his own soul, but also to make all those who follow him on this path also bear the almost curse-like, eternal coldness...

"Look, this is your problem." Spier looked up at the stars in the sky, but mercilessly accused Calvin of being weak.

"How should you describe your mentality? Oh, if you use the language of your hometown, it should be called "hypocrisy", right?

I can sort of understand the moral dilemma you're facing, even though it seems ridiculous to me. But have you ever thought that people in our world...are qualified to talk about tomorrow?

No, we don't. So since death is doomed, who the hell cares how he dies? "

Speyer's tone became more intense, and his accusations became more pointed:

"So what are you struggling with! What are you hesitating about! You know you are like a weakling who has just been kicked out of the nest, and you are about to cry in front of me!

Do you know who you are? Do you know that every moment you are entangled here, countless lives are dying?

You know, we are never afraid of death! When has this damn world ever been missing this?

Human life is already worth less than bullets, so how can we be afraid of death?

What we are really afraid of is the slim hope that even though we try our best to die, we can't get it! "

"I understand..." Calvin took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

And the emotional Spier was still pouring out his anger:

"You know what a fucking hammer! You are using the morality of your world to deprive us of the chance to fight in the end!"

"No more... no more!" Calvin responded with a wry smile, and as he stood up, his whole image was also changing.

Yes, no more, no more entanglement and hesitation.

Since the world is already so bad, the fate of a few people really does not matter, and since these comrades he cherishes can be so dedicated, what can he cherish?

Anyway, it means dying again, or losing yourself forever.

He had been lucky enough to live again, so how could he cherish this little gift from others?

And if all this can be exchanged for the realization of his ideal, or if he can die on the road of fighting, it will not be a loss at all...

Jiang Wen in mortal form disappeared again, and this time the separation may be forever;

The Titan Lord wearing silver power armor has come online again, and his appearance this time means eternity...

Calvin slowly closed his eyes, and the original body in the pure land of the soul once again stirred up spiritual energy, calling out to all the souls in the spiritual world;

Billions of souls listened to his voice, and countless faint voices of praise gathered together to support the reunification of the Primarch's will.

The silver light was lifted high again, rising into the sky like stars flying backwards. Reason and instinct have re-opened the war for soul dominance, and there is a faint flicker of fire on the rusty crown, and it seems that there is only a thin line between it and re-ignition.

Calvin was shouting, shouting, embracing the cold order with everything he had. But this time, he no longer hesitates, let alone worries about his personal destiny.

He needs to use his own will to break through the black barrier and inform those souls of the meaning of reason, thereby guiding them to break through the confusion of the soul.

He wants to stand on the battlefield of the soul and say this to his comrades who are determined to fight to the end against all enemies of mankind:

"I have a way to go here. Although the price is high, I can kill those bastards of chaos!"

In the body of the original body, the spiritual world is undergoing drastic changes, and at the same time in the subspace, in the increasingly unstable space of the eight-pointed star, the intervention from the Chaos Gods finally appears.

On the land of the eight-pointed star, the buildings symbolizing the evil god at the end of the four roads became clear and huge.

The power and authority stirring deep in the subspace are simultaneously setting off boundless waves and simultaneously appearing in this special space.

Blood, change, disease, desire...the morality of the gods emerges at the end of the intersection that symbolizes the path of life;

War, conspiracy, death, distortion...the power of destruction creates an eternal cycle at the core of Chaos.

This is the eight-pointed star. This is the galaxy that was completely built from chaos and filled with despair and darkness when order completely fell...

This may also be the epitome of chaos itself. When the cornerstones of all civilization and order disappear, the future of the universe will be completely dominated by destruction and chaos...

The gods are showing their power and supporting and stabilizing the structure of the eight-pointed star with unprecedented activity.

As for the original body that has not yet regained its dominance, a black storm symbolizing the essence of his soul has brewed and taken shape, tearing apart all the surrounding space like a black hole.

The difference in size between the two forces is huge, but the distance in power puts them in a delicate balance.

And just when this balance appeared and the entire space stabilized slightly, with a crisp but shuddering sound, in the horrified and twisted expressions of Luojia and the messenger, the eight-pointed star that symbolized the gods and even chaos itself appeared. ……Broken.

Update, long awaited.