Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 364 Conversation, the lost truth
The bow of the Lost Truth.

On the flight deck, or the space that used to be the flight deck and the preparation hangar below it, two giants in the ruins were separated by a "face-to-face" distance of less than [-] meters. Watching, no one wants to take a step back.

On the adamantine handle of the warhammer in Calvin's hand, the precise threads were rubbed against the metal gloves of the same material, making a teeth-piercing sound;

The two power swords held in the hands of "Alpharius" also echoed with the breath in front of and behind him respectively, like the emblem of his own legion-a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

It's time to get real.Calvin thought.The pair should have ended peacefully after trying all manner of fighting of a conventional nature.

But a sentence that shouldn't be said and the details of the equipment that were accidentally exposed made the two primarchs tense again, and there was even a clear killing intent surging in the confrontation between each other.

Calvin didn't know what the opponent's cards were, but as far as he was concerned, the biggest hidden card was the power of order itself, which was rarely used directly in spiritual power.

This force is too cruel and extreme. In his eyes, it is actually the same as the twisted power in the hands of the gods of chaos. When the power of order appears in the mortal world as the extreme power on the other side of the balance, it has an unstoppable "power" against real matter. Correction" is equally dangerous and deadly.

Almost nothing can resist this force, and even Calvin himself controls this force entirely by the unreasonable authority brought by his soul.

And even when he uses this fierce power, he also needs to pay attention to its proportion in spiritual energy, so as not to cause a huge burden on his body.

Let alone other people, Calvin did an experiment:
Even cold metals will be destroyed at the atomic level because the crystalline state cannot be completely symmetrical, not to mention the chaotic bodies of mortals and souls occupied by desires.

When pure "order" is not assisted by "salvation", its overly extreme power attribute is like an overly sharp sword.

While Calvin relied on it and cut it to the demon of chaos, he also reminded Calvin all the time that the edge facing him was also dangerous.

But in the current dangerous environment, Calvin obviously couldn't care less about these risks.

A Primarch, or Quasi-Prime-level opponent was right in front of his eyes.

And the specialness of the Primarch lies in the fact that there may indeed be a difference in strength between them.

But if it really comes to the critical moment of life and death, no one is really powerless to resist. (Lorgar is an exception. He had an instinctive rejection of force when he was growing up, especially his rare psychic power, which made him possibly the worst one among all Primarchs to develop personal power. And with Science Lax's battle can be said to be restrained by a complete type, so that such an embarrassing scene will be played.)
As if sensing something extraordinary, the eyes of "Alpharius" on the opposite side moved slightly.The momentum on his body fell instead of rising, but his whole person became more dangerous.

He stared closely at the warhammer in Calvin's hand, where the original surge of spiritual energy was being replaced by a platinum flame that was completely unfamiliar but gave him an extremely dangerous feeling!

"If you can't be hit, you might really die!"

The instincts of soul and body were activated at the same time, and Alpharius's heart fluctuated violently, weighing the current situation:
Of course, this body can be lost, or it is just a one-time consumable.

But he had a strange premonition that once he was hit by Calvin's power, even his body, which was far away in the sky, would not be able to escape the pursuit and damage of the soul level!
"It's a worthwhile trip..." Alpharius admired in his heart.

After careful consideration and weighing, the Hydra Lord finally chose to trust his intuition.

"You, better put that thing away..." Alpharius said.

"Stop fighting?" Calvin raised his brows, sensing a sign of retreat from the other party's body language.

"Hey! Don't be so complacent! Ahem..."

A stream of blood overflowed from the mouth of "Alpharius". Calvin knew from his metabolic system that had begun to collapse that there was not much time left for him to communicate with the body in front of him.

Yes, after all, this is just a fake that swallowed the Primarch's blood.

To be able to fight against him for so long, on the one hand, "Alpharius" suppressed the body's self-protection instinct and unleashed all its potential;
On the other hand, it can only be said that Calvin is still far from the true strength of the Primarch.

"Demigod..." Calvin sighed inwardly.

Although he has already stood at those heights beyond the reach of those Astartes, only when he really reaches that height will he know how powerful those "Emperor's Children" who were once active are.

"You're not a Primarch!" Alpharius looked at Calvin, and said an evaluation that surprised him, but had already been expected.

"Why?" Calvin asked.

"You are too human," Alpharius said.

"Huh?" This answer obviously exceeded Calvin's expectations, but he thought about what Alpharius might say:

For example, the growth rate of one's own strength is obviously slower than that of other Primarchs recorded in the imperial data:

For example, my body is not genetically modified, but developed naturally;

Another example is that I have not yet met the Emperor in the physical universe, and have not received the latter's "official approval";
But what he didn't expect was that the authentic Primarch in front of him, the majestic Lord of the Alpha Legion, would focus on such a strange angle.

However, Alpharius' evaluation continued, and Calvin continued to listen.

"I don't know where 'that person' found your soul, and how your soul can withstand and adapt to the body in front of you.

But I can say responsibly that the essence of the souls of all the Primarchs before you appeared was inhuman. "

"What's the reason?" Calvin spread his psychic energy outward to prevent any possibility of eavesdropping, and then seriously questioned Alpharius.

All information about the Primarch's body and soul is a elusive secret in the Imperium.

All their materials were also destroyed in that "accidental" subspace storm after the emperor completed their cultivation.

Calvin originally suffered from the lack of a comparison, and did not know the difference between him and the original Primarch, but when a real party involved mentioned this in front of him, he certainly would not miss this opportunity.

"The reason? The reason is that we are not human beings, but you are."

As if anticipating Calvin's next question, "Alpharius" went straight on following his own words.

"We are tools!

was the leader of the legions by which the Emperor accomplished his unification of mankind;
is the genetic template of all Astartes;

It is the cornerstone of his strategy that he uses to replace him when he cannot determine all strategic directions by himself.

But we are still tools!
This has not changed from beginning to end!
In my case, I have had my own consciousness since birth!
I even know how my consciousness is programmed step by step!

I've watched my body grow from nothing to something 'with my own eyes'!
I knew from the beginning that I would have the power, and the mission of my life to go with it! "

Maybe it's recalling those ancient memories, or maybe finding someone to confide in for the first time in a long time.

Alpharius stepped forward, walking up to Calvin's face and looking him in the eye.

"what about you?
Before we have a complete view of the world, we already have to carry this "half-god body" that is far beyond the control of ordinary souls.

what about you?
Before we even had a chance to consider our own priorities, we had to bear the hope of tens of thousands of legionnaires and become their genetic fathers.

what about you? "

"Perhaps this is your personal problem? Other Primarchs I know have grown up in human families"

Calvin retorted.

"Oh! Can you accept that a baby grows from a babbling child to a young man within ten years, and then becomes a giant beyond his cognition?

Can you accept that a person is born with inexhaustible experience and has a learning efficiency as terrifying as a machine?
Can you accept that a person is born with a perception beyond the beast, and can directly read your inner thoughts?

So what if these advantages are concentrated in one person?
That is no longer something a genius can explain..."

Alpharius sighed:

"When such a person appears in the crowd, people only worship and fear.

The fear of beings who resemble humans in appearance but are not of the same race..."

Calvin was silent. After listening to Alpharius' confession, he could almost imagine how those Primarchs grew up under the strange eyes of the crowd in their childhood.

The label of inhumanity will run through the growth stages of these children, and unconscious exclusion because of fear will fill his life and be everywhere.

And if this child has full consciousness from the beginning, then...

Calvin could have imagined nothing worse.

This is like a young dragon hiding in a herd of animals. In order to survive, you must remind yourself not to cross the border, and you must restrain your minions at every moment in your life, so as not to be driven out of the herd because of an outbreak of fear. ...

Or, he can only be determined not to associate with anyone from the very beginning, and hide alone in the corner of the world to complete his growth and transformation.

"You see. That's what we are. And you are another attempt at the Emperor."

Alpharius said slightly mockingly.

"Perhaps he finally discovered the flaws in our tools after being taught a lesson, or maybe your arrival allowed him to complete a certain conjecture.

But no matter what, you are taking a completely different path from ours. "

"Different paths?" Calvin chewed on this word, recalling in his heart his various experiences since he came to this world.Belatedly, he discovered some details that he never cared about, but now it seems that they do not belong to the Primarch.

He has never regarded himself as a different kind, so he will not feel lonely;
He has never regarded himself as a special existence, and naturally he will not put his own destiny above that of human beings;

He never thinks that his wisdom is better than his comrades around him, so he will not make mistakes caused by arrogance;
He's never had to disguise himself as human, so there's so much laughter in his legion, not embarrassment cloaked in seriousness.

"Look, you also understand what I mean." Alpharius looked at Calvin and said.

"You have a human soul from the beginning, not a poor imitator like us.

You don't need to be questioned about your final position, and naturally you won't have the worry of being hidden..."

"So?" Calvin asked back in a shy voice. He somewhat understood the confusion experienced by those Primarchs, and he also felt the heavy burden of the hope of the Legion soldiers when his future was unclear.

"So, you may be the hope...and us."

Alpharius pointed his finger at himself mockingly.

"It's just a joke under a tragedy."

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