Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

What is Calvin doing now?

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

The black river continues to pour endless despair and unwillingness into his world through the gap in the sky that Calvin opened.

In reality, there are many unknown forces in the ocean of ether surrounding the Soul Redeemer that are fueling this.

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

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 of this universe, falls, 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 greatly towards the black of chaos.

The basic physical laws of the real universe will become more disordered and tend towards chaos, and the barrier between the subspace and reality will be severely weakened throughout the universe.

And such a change is likely to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for this universe that is already dark and desperate enough...

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

The golden color that symbolizes divinity on Calvin's body in the soul state is still shining, and he has not lost his divine essence for the time being due to the pollution of these mundane 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 can't continue to face the negative power of two billion souls, and he can't escape the fate of being worn out.

Perhaps this process will be slow for several centuries.

But from the moment the spiritual world completely fell, the result was doomed.

And when everything is doomed to be irreversible, how can he know that the chaotic forces will not add new chips to this must-win gamble?

He can't hesitate any longer, otherwise things will change.

Although he hasn't figured out all the details of the matter, he has understood the approximate consequences of the choice of the current event:

Either withdraw decisively and expel these souls from his world.

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

Or, bet everything on himself. Focus your attention on the rain in your hand, although there is a high probability that you can't escape the fate of falling. But at least as a human being, he has no regrets.

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

There has always been only Calvin who died in battle, and there is no Calvin who retreated for a temporary survival.

The light of Calvin's golden soul became more dazzling and gentle. The flame in the center of his soul, which symbolized the power of order, was put aside by him, and the instinct of the soul's concrete sphere to devour was withdrawn by him.

Calvin was just using the weak fire of salvation that he had obtained at the beginning to try to redeem the soul in the little rain in his palm.

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

Redemption is not a simple destruction and reconstruction, nor is it a rough erasure; redemption is to rebuild order in the existing ruins, so that the broken soul can return to reason and light.

Redemption requires strength, but redemption requires understanding more. Redemption requires sincere dedication, but redemption requires the recipients themselves not to give up faith.

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

They have lost most of their souls. Is it really worth Calvin to give his all to try the possibility that is less than one in ten thousand?

Is all this really worth it?

"Bullshit! What's worth it? I hate it most when others give me value!" Calvin thought a lot in his heart at this moment. He even thought of the little seaside story he had seen when he was a child, "This fish cares, this fish also cares." But in the end, only the above sentence remained in his mind. The reason was unexpectedly simple. He, Calvin, was a soldier! Whether it was Jiang Wen who lived in the army all his life in his previous life, or Calvin who was a gray knight in this life. There was an unexpected common simplicity and purity in these aspects. "What's worth it..." Calvin has seen a lot in this life. Those mortal auxiliary soldiers who lost their families, relatives and friends, and finally even their names never asked Calvin if it was worth it. Jiang Wen in his previous life was the same. Those young children who jumped into the gap in the dam without hesitation when the flood broke the dam never asked if 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. "Even one is worth it!"

It seemed as if a miracle happened at this moment, moved by his efforts and his piety.

When he used up his last strength, the raindrops in Calvin's hand were finally infected by the warm fire of salvation.

The black despair dissipated from the water drops, and the clear souls stood up from the air one by one.

They were not many in number, but their faces were clear. Their peaceful faces were 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.

"Please give us your holy name!"

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

The souls seemed to be about to leave, and their last will was transmitted with their resonance.

"My name is Calvin..."

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

He was too tired. He needed to sleep for a while, just a little while...

The golden soul was ultimately unable to resist the raging black torrent. The golden angel flying in the sky eventually fell through the clouds against the black background of the storm and fell to the ground...

Calvin, who had exhausted his strength, seemed to see his comrades who had left in a hurry without having time to spend with him.

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

When he saw these familiar and concerned faces, he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Apologize to the brothers. Because of my willfulness, our road...maybe can only go here."

"What are you talking about."

Calvin, the champion of the Extreme Warriors, hugged him and said:

"Well done! If it were me, I would do the same! Brother, you must be tired. If you are tired, take a break, and we will help you hold on for a while."

Then he passed Calvin's body and walked towards the way he came from behind.

Iverson assassin Calvin, who had not been seen for a long time, was still as sparse 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 it was not messed up. Take a break, leave the rest to us!"

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

The situation was the same afterwards. Many Calvins came forward one by one to say a simple goodbye to him.

But perhaps because of time constraints, they did not say more greetings to Calvin.

The elderly Governor Calvin, who looked at Calvin with cautious eyes, snorted after looking at him deeply, and limped away;

The captain Calvin, who struck the cruiser with resoluteness and generosity, walked away with three laughs after shaking his fist with Calvin;

Cardinal Calvin, wearing an ascetic sackcloth robe, looked at Calvin with love in his eyes for a long time, and also walked away resolutely.

Galvin, a fighter pilot of the Star Navy...

Mechanic priest Galvin...

Legion warrior Galvin...

Solar auxiliary army Galvin...

Inquisitor Galvin...

Hive civilian Galvin...

Countless Galvins said goodbye to him briefly in the seemingly long but short time in the spiritual world, and then walked towards the way behind him.

And the last one was the original one - old man Galvin.

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

After everyone walked away, he walked in front of Galvin with a cane.

He lowered his head and said to Galvin seriously:

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

Then, he also disappeared in the road behind Galvin...

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

No, it was will! His will became more pure and hard.

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

The golden soul no longer emitted light, but turned the light into armor that matched his real shape and wore it on his body.

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

In his own spiritual world, all the right to interpret belonged to him.

He learned to visualize his flying ability without a teacher, and two huge, silver wings satisfied his imagination and spread out from behind him from nothing to something in an instant, stopping his fall from the air!

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

After it was given more human nature and understanding by Calvin with thousands of different experiences, its light was far better than before.

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

It seemed to urge him to try its new power again.

Calvin satisfied its wish.

He injected his will into it again, then closed his wrists and pointed to 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 the clouds and pushed against the black torrent all the way to the end of the black river!

The sky was filled with such silver warm light, and the clouds disappeared after being penetrated.

Under such power, the remnant soul of the Eternal Cancer was purified in an instant before he could even utter the last curse.

The black rain that fell from the sky but had not yet hit the ground was instantly redeemed when it came into contact with this light.

Souls that had been cleansed of past 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 heaven after regaining consciousness.

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

After the wave, 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 land.

There is the promised land built for these homeless suffering souls.

There is the final destination for these polluted souls.

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

They all saw Calvin's efforts and sacrifices.

Souls are praying for Calvin, and they are grateful for his salvation and blessing.

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

"Holy, Calvin! Show mercy on the way!"

"How great, Calvin! To save me is to suffer!"

The land symbolizes carrying, and the land symbolizes promise.

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

A land without people is a wasteland, and it will never find the meaning of its existence.

It no longer matters what Calvin originally considered in his heart to create this land in his spiritual world that symbolized 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 originally empty land finally waited for its own people.

The symbolic meaning is finally completed at this moment.

The people no longer wander because someone finally made a promise of stability to them; the land is no longer barren because someone exists from now on.

On the desolate plains, villages and fields were born out of nothingness, and roads were separated from each other.

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

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

The numerous towers represent wisdom and reason! The majestic and majestic palace at the top symbolizes the cornerstone of all this - order!

The entire city is like a huge steel crown, located on the central highland of this continent!

And who does the land that carries all this symbolize?

Yes, Calvin.

He symbolizes Calvin's willingness to carry the world on his back.

As a result, Calvin, whose mental time was still in the sky, also followed the changes in the ground beneath his feet, and at the same time, a crown made of pure steel appeared on his head!

A total of 13 thorns correspond to the thirteen tall towers in the city, arranged from small to large, from back to front.

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

That crown is too heavy and upright, because it is made entirely of steel that symbolizes unyielding and responsibility!

A total of 13 thorns correspond to the thirteen tall towers in the city.

The fire of order has been high on the central thorns for some time.

On the smaller one on the left, a flame symbolizing salvation resides in it.

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 at this moment and sounded in Calvin's head:

Holy! Holy!