Chapter 13: The courage to face the storm and the awareness to walk with God.
"So, I have really become an exception with no rules to follow?"
Calvin laughed at himself at his situation, thus skipping the thought that had previously passed through his mind.
Looking at the envoy of the Forbidden Army who represented the will of the Tower of Hegemony in front of him, his words continued the topic from the stagnant air.
Nicholas breathed a sigh of relief, and the gradually increasing heartbeat in the power armor began to slowly relax.
Even if he had made sufficient psychological preparation before coming, the thought that he was about to interfere with the authority of a Primarch and face the possible anger was still beyond Nicholas' ability.
It is also the particularity of Calvin that allowed the Tower of Hegemony to dare to try this after repeated internal discussions;
If it were any other Primarch, Nicholas would never dare to attempt to touch their will without the Emperor's order.
Nicholas never had the chance to experience the horror of facing the wrath of a Legion-era Primarch.
But even in those difficult seconds, Nicholas, who had no psychic perception at all, still felt helpless in the midst of a furious sea.
It is a silent tide surging under the seemingly calm surface of the sea. It is a power that can destroy the world, violently surging in the darkness that cannot be seen but can be felt.
There will be no next time, Nicholas said to himself.
But he soon remembered with a wry smile that accompanying Calvin's growth was his long-term mission.
The two maintained a subtle tacit understanding on the previous topic and avoided talking about his core rights;
The conversation that followed seemed to be about other matters, but the meaning of the words was still within the scope of certain things.
"You have always been an exception. The Emperor is generous to you precisely because He has so many expectations for you."
Nicholas struggled to maintain a calm tone, and even had to deliberately control the frequency of his heart.
This is his second transgression in a short period of time.
Discussing his relationship with the Emperor in the presence of a Primarch, Nicholas swore that this was something no Custodes had ever done.
"Hmm...a very interesting statement."
Calvin's smile remained unchanged, but the waves in his silver-gray eyes were turbulent.
He is not one of those brothers who has followed the Emperor in battles since the Great Crusade, so naturally he does not have a huge legion and corresponding unquestionable achievements and status.
He had a clear understanding of this from the beginning, and always reminded himself not to be arrogant beyond his abilities;
But when?
In other words, what gives these mortals courage!
Talk about his relationship with the Emperor in front of him?
Am I too tolerant?
Or is it that excessive weakness makes some people think that he is an object that can be manipulated?
Huge anger accumulated in his heart, and the air in the hall seemed to be frozen, so that the breathing of the Imperial Army Captain could be heard clearly.
In the huge hull of the Angel of Punishment, starting from the nearest Alan Janus, all the sons of Calvin have truly felt the anger from the Gene Father;
Silver light slowly lit up from each pair of eyes, and the shame and anger they felt made them stop what they were doing and clenched the weapons in their hands.
Phew! Drink!
The Gray Knights echoed the emotions of the Gene Father in low voices. The storm continued to brew, and the legion mode was activated spontaneously under the rage of the soul.
On the ice-blue dharma ring, the lifelike carved osmanthus leaves are lighting up one by one. On the soul projection on the other side of the subspace, there is a silver-black moon appearing rapidly from small to large in the void.
A passing Tzeentch demon is traveling through subspace with an incorporeal ideology;
When this huge celestial body appeared in front of it, the gentle but fierce silver light swept across the surroundings.
This demon had no time to react in a hurry, and was illuminated by the silver moonlight, forcibly manifesting its form in the physical universe.
Ga?
The purifying flames that penetrated the soul were immediately ignited from its origin. Covered in flames, it only had time to blink in confusion before disappearing silently into this dangerous space.
Wave...!
After absorbing the existence of the Tzeentch demon, the moon burped with satisfaction and disappeared again into the twisted darkness of the subspace without the concept of time and space.
In the distant realm of the gods, a demon prince with two bird heads was looking at the scepter in his hand in confusion with his eyes that looked back to the past.
"That's not right...do it again?"
Its other bird observing the future turns its head to the side:
Suddenly, a group of bird-headed demons that were used as test subjects and were several sizes smaller than it, like frightened chickens, crowded around each other and retreated in terror...
In real life, Calvin raised his eyebrows. This unexpected gain finally temporarily drew his attention away from the out-of-control anger.
Calvin came back to his senses and looked at the Forbidden Army Captain who was sweating profusely in front of him. After all, he couldn't blame him.
Nicholas is already tall enough, nearly 3.1 meters tall when wearing armor. In the eyes of others, he is the incarnation of the Emperor's Angel.
But in Calvin's eyes at this time, the difference between them can no longer be described in physical terms.
The difference between the two of them at the soul level is even greater than the difference between the battleship under their feet and him.
His current state was like a transparent book in Calvin's eyes. His struggle and restraint were like the power servo working at high speed on his body. From beginning to end, he was just for self-preservation and had to struggle to maintain body functions.
balance.
The fear hidden in the deepest part of his soul is just as common as when all mortals face him. It is just the pride of being a servant of the emperor, barely maintaining his dignity.
Yes, it is precisely because he is such a special being that those mortals who have been harmed by Horus are so wary of him without checks and balances.
The Empire can no longer withstand a second rebellion, and the Empire's system can no longer accept another new Primarch after entering the mortal era.
"So, I need to understand His difficulties more and try not to destroy the original structure when the empire is struggling to maintain, right?"
Nicholas, who felt like years, finally waited for Calvin's answer before sweat blurred the corners of his eyes.
He looked at the demigods in front of him, and for the first time he understood the origin of Marshal Trajan's complicated and weak tone when he mentioned these original bodies.
Hate?
Afraid?
Afraid?
Powerless?
All the negative emotions hidden under the pride of the adamantine ambition were completely torn apart at this moment and placed in front of Nicholas.
The differences and barriers between humans and gods caused a huge wavering in his will.
If it were not for the protection of his faith in the Emperor, it would be almost impossible for him to face his extremely ugly soul at this moment.
Faith is loyalty, and loyalty is gift.
The correctness of this prayer is vividly reflected in him at this moment.
Only by believing in that divine existence wholeheartedly can Nicholas at this time eliminate the inferiority caused by realizing his own insignificance, and face the behemoth in front of him with the detachment after giving up himself.