Chapter 122 Aidan’s choice and the bad news from the rear
"Aidan, Aidan! Don't go, stop! Wait for me..."
Calvin was alone in the endless darkness, with nothing in his field of vision that could mark time.
He slept soundly in this black world to make up for his fatigue coming from the bottom.
This kind of sleep is like the memory protection instinct of mortals. While providing repairs to the subject's spirit and soul, it also subconsciously rehearses things experienced in reality.
But this deduction is not linear and has no logic;
It is more like making up for the trauma suffered in one's own experience, and will only reappear unforgettable scenes.
The soul in the subconscious instinctively uses abstract feelings to isolate painful memories layer by layer, and deliberately deletes the details.
This kind of instinctive forgetting comes from the instinct of self-protection, preventing the soul from suffering too real pain when thinking about it again.
But some things are destined to be unforgettable, just like there are some people who, even if you are over fifty, still cry for them every time you dream about them at midnight.
Aidan!
Calvin called unconsciously in the darkness. After the Supreme Decree blocked the fatal blow for him, the scene of disintegration and destruction replayed in his consciousness over and over again.
In his illogical dream, the mental defense mechanism is trying to forget itself in order to heal itself
But memory is like a tape stuck at a certain point. Every time it is extrapolated to this scene, Calvin can immediately associate the name with it.
Aidan...who is he?
He is my teacher...
He is my brother...
He is my guide...
He...died for me...
The mental wound was touched again, and the convulsions caused by the pain made his consciousness clear again.
"Aidan!"
Calvin suddenly opened his eyes and called his name in his soul.
"Are you awake?"
The familiar voice sounded next to Calvin, making him both surprised and shocked.
"You're not dead? Oh no, I mean are you okay?"
Calvin looked at the veteran in front of him. It was not only the order of his words that was confused, but also the memories in his mind that could not tell the difference between true and false.
"That...isn't really..."
The veteran looked at Calvin in front of him and smiled, reaching out to straighten the wrinkles in his clothes, but the denial in his mouth was difficult for Calvin to understand.
It’s not that he didn’t die...
The memory became clearer with the return of reason, and the soreness that he didn't want to admit returned to Calvin's heart again.
"Then...you...this..."
Fortunately, Calvin was in the spiritual world. In reality, he closed his eyes tightly, and clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes like spring water.
"Let me say goodbye to you before I leave."
After sorting out Calvin's clothes, Aidan took half a step back.
He looked with relief at the young man he had brought into the Gray Knights, as if he could see his will continuing in him.
"You can stay!"
Calvin said eagerly that he knew that the souls of his comrades could reside in his spiritual world, but he did not know what the prerequisites for such residence were.
"No!"
Aidan simply rejected Calvin and gave his answer in the latter's confused eyes.
"I don't believe in you, child! I am different from those who place all the hopes of mankind on you. My faith only belongs to the emperor, so after my death, my soul will only return to the throne." p>
"But I also believe in the Emperor!"
Calvin did not agree with Aidan's statement and was still trying to persuade him.
"That's different..."
Aidan shook his head, looked at Calvin thoughtfully and said:
"Your faith comes from the recognition of ideas, not absolute conversion;
And your retinue believes in you, even if they also believe in the Emperor, they are fundamentally different from me."
"But what difference does that make to our career!" Calvin couldn't agree.
"No."
Aidan looked at Calvin and said.
"But there are, after all, you represent the hope of mankind and always move towards the future;
The Emperor and we still have a long old night to guard.
I'm glad to be able to fight alongside you, and I think you are too.
But the missions given to us by fate are different. We will eventually be separated, and we will eventually be different."
As he spoke, Aidan's figure became increasingly blurred, and as Calvin struggled but helplessly to retain him, he finally disappeared from his eyes...
"Don't leave!"
Calvin shouted loudly and jumped up from his sleep.
The cold light replaced the darkness of the spiritual world, and the real breathing and heartbeat replaced the conscious space with only mental activities.
Beep... beep... beep...
The vital signs monitoring equipment is working quietly, with only signal lights and fixed beeping sounds.
Calvin's burly body sat up quietly and powerfully from the cold steel frame bed. While hanging his legs on the edge of the bed, he inspected the entire indoor environment with his eyes.
The Gray Knight pharmacist who was responsible for supervising the medical equipment was the first to notice the awakening of the Primarch;
While Calvin was still thinking, the gray knight in white armor had quietly come three steps away from Calvin, quietly knelt down on one knee and waited for his orders.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Calvin asked in a low voice.
"72 hours, 12 minutes and 59 seconds, my lord."
The pharmacist gave the answer and reminded Calvin.
"Your physical data is fully linked to the bridge in real time. Someone must be on the way to meet you at this time..."
"I don't want anyone..."
Calvin wanted to be willful, but he was still bound by responsibility and couldn't refuse.
At this time, outside the medical room, Alan Janus was opening the door and walking in.
"Father!"
He knelt down on one knee to show respect for Calvin.
The battle on the Metal Battle Moon was so fierce that when the orc Warboss was killed by Calvin's formation, no one could care about Calvin's whereabouts.
This unforgivable behavior was discovered by the sons of Calvin who had recovered from the fierce battle shortly after the orcs were completely repelled.
At this time, Calvin was already in a coma, relying on the excellent performance of his armor to float in space for several hours.
"How's the war going?"
Calvin is most concerned about the current situation:
This battle has cost too much. If we still can't win, it will become a huge scar in Calvin's heart.
"Victory is certain, my lord!"
Allen stood up and handed a data pad to Calvin, and told him the current situation.
"Most of the Orc fleet has been wiped out, and Admiral Juan is leading the main force of the fleet to pursue the remaining enemies;
Storm's ground area has been completely controlled, with only a few orc remnants surviving in the hive;
Lord Moloch has applied for a vortex torpedo strike and plans to conduct a thorough sweep after the strike is completed;
The damage on Storm's orbit is not serious. After evaluation by Mechanicum personnel, the orbital defense system is being rebuilt."
"Well..."
The war went well, and Calvin's mood finally improved.
With the key node of Storm being captured, the entire war to regain the Hassan sector can be considered invincible.
But before he could think about whether he still needed to be in charge in the subsequent battles, Allen gave him another piece of bad news:
"On the 20th hour after you fell into coma, we received a notice from the rear - Lord Harold, the District Governor, is dead."