Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 26 Transformation and Accidents
Deep sleep, still a long deep sleep.

Calvin, who had re-submerged from the long river of time, was still busy.In the spiritual world, Calvin observed the flame that represented the possibility of transcending the ordinary, staying in the center of his soul.

It is like the heart of the soul, pulsating correspondingly to the pulse of the real body.

Each wave absorbs the memories and emotions that Calvin got from those comrades-in-arms, and in the next wave, the transformed part is endowed with divine gold, which feeds back to Calvin's entire soul.

When these memories are completely absorbed, it is also the time when Calvin can fully grasp the divine power and wake up.

But this efficiency is really too slow. According to its current speed, Calvin must not be able to digest tens of thousands of his own memories from different timelines until the end of his life.

This is the worry of happiness, for no mortal man has the opportunity to be so distressed as he is.This is indeed a curse from this universe, because the birth of every divine creature is nothing less than a great miracle, and how can behaviors that break the rules of the universe go unpunished.

How could there be no price behind such dazzling light, but too many coincidences prevented Calvin from experiencing the hardships behind this divinity.

If it were a different person, I am afraid that I would not even be able to take the first step. After all, the essence of the soul makes Calvin have the basic possibility to transcend time. Sigh.

And in the process of those souls compressing and igniting the first ray of divine flame, if it weren't for the countless similar souls with the same awareness, let them voluntarily give up themselves when they come together, and even spontaneously suppress the one that belongs to them. words of memory.Then Calvin must not be able to bear such a heavy pressure. What is the end of schizophrenia and multiplied by a hundred thousand times?Calvin dared not imagine.

If this is the case, the price to be paid is only delayed but not exempt.

With the igniting of the divinity, the souls will eventually become one, and this part of the price does not need to be paid.But the vast amount of memories they left behind belonged to them, but they still remained in Calvin's soul, waiting for him to sort out.

If every external memory cannot be cleaned up, Calvin's self-cognition may be biased.

Then one day, when he needs to fight against the gods, every blurred memory he has now will bring about incomplete self-cognition.It is a loophole that the other party can take advantage of, and it is also a poison and a sharp sword that can be used to kill his personality.

So Calvin in the spiritual world is now facing a very difficult problem: how to sort out more than ten thousand memories in a short period of time after the surgery.

Even if the clock of the brain is far faster than the real time, the burden of being late is still far beyond Calvin's ability.

In the real world, after several days of replacement and development at the genetic level, the effects of Calvin's transformation surgery began to show slowly.

Since the middle of the operation, his body began to grow rapidly under the oversupply of the pharmacist brothers regardless of the cost: his height grew from 215 cm to a full 280 cm, and his weight also increased by 30 kg.

Excessive growth rate allows the pituitary gland to distribute most of the nutrients ingested to the bones and organs, and the unimportant position of muscles can only be discussed later.

So now, in the eyes of the pharmacists, what floated in the life support cabin was this grotesque figure over nine feet tall with thick joints but few muscles.

"Has Terra's reply arrived?" The chief pharmacist stood in the usual place.He crossed his arms and looked up at Calvin in the cabin while asking the pharmacist in charge without looking back.

"Here we are. According to the reply, the envoy is already on his way." The pharmacist in charge said.

"Then get ready to start. If we survive this test, we will have one more brother." The chief pharmacist waved his hand and gave an order to the surgical team in the room.

After receiving the order, the pharmacists began to transfer Calvin from the cabin to the operating table.

On the other side, the last part of the Astartes transformation—the black carapace known as living cancer has also been cut and ready.

At the same time, the envoys from Terra also arrived at Titan VI in a spaceship through the thick fog.

After a simple confirmation, the mysterious emissary was alone, and went straight to the operating room with the important materials he personally kept.Judging from the fact that he was able to go straight to the medical room in the complex corridors of the Gray Knights Fortress without any prompts along the way, this is obviously not the first time he has performed this mission.

"Bang-bang-bang" the heavy and steady pace is as precise and powerful as a clock has been adjusted.As the footsteps approached, the door of the medical room was opened, and a tall figure wearing a black watchman helmet and the iconic adamantine power armor of the Imperial Guard walked in.

The Imperial Guard, an Emperor's Imperial Guard from the Throne Court, came here with direct orders from Marshal Trajan and the special supplies promised to the Gray Knights.

The visitor went straight to the operating table, and after observing Calvin lying on the bed, a deep voice came from under the helmet.

"Is that him?"

"It's him, the only successful candidate for this transformation. The information is here, please check it." The chief pharmacist replied while motioning the pharmacist beside him to take out Calvin's identity information.

"The information is confirmed, there is no problem. Then get ready to start." After flipping through the information quickly but carefully, the emissary of the Imperial Army did not intend to leave, and just stood boldly by the operating table.

The pharmacists also seemed to be used to it, and began to cut Calvin's body in an orderly manner, and implanted black carapaces that had been cut to a suitable size into the incisions.

During this series of operations, the positions of the Imperial Army miraculously did not affect their operations at all.It seems that this location belongs to the "old place" of these emperor's envoys.

When the carapace was implanted and all the wounds were stitched up, the Custodian stood up and carefully took out a golden box from a storage box inside his breastplate.

When all pharmacists saw it, they all put away their work and knelt down to it:
"Holy, my emperor! Raise me with blood! Great, my lord! Endow me with spirit!"

The envoy of the Imperial Army calmly took out a small crystal test tube from this box, where the half-gold and half-red liquid gave off strange colors under the pale light in the medical cabin.

He held the test tube with both hands more cautiously, hung it on the only unsutured wound on Calvin's chest, carefully pulled out the stopper, and gently injected the liquid inside until the test tube was empty.His posture remained motionless, as if confirming whether his mission had been successfully completed.

The pharmacists continued to kneel and remained solemn throughout.Looking at the scene in front of them, they are like seeing their own birth, and they still don't feel tired even after thousands of times.They didn't stand up one after another until the emissary of the Imperial Army put away the test tube.

The sacred ceremony should have come to an end here, and the pharmacists also started to sew up Calvin’s wound and send him back to the survival cabin, but unexpectedly, the imperial guards did not turn around and leave, but spoke again calmly:
"Wait a minute, in the name of Marshal Trajan, Marshal of the Imperial Throne Court, I have brought another thing."

(End of this chapter)