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At the instruction of the biological sage, the pharmacist began to anesthetize the receptors around him. In the artificial crystal syringe they picked up later was Calvin's cold stem cell extract.

It's not that Calvin doesn't want to give them his own blood directly, but that his current blood activity is too strong.

Without Gabriel's last will to survive when he fell into the annihilation of the death group, it would be difficult for these Astartes to withstand the direct erosion of the blood of the original body.

Calvin, who releases psychic energy on a large scale, has an extremely heavy burden. Without the ability to accurately guide individuals, stem cells with one level of reduced strength have become a last resort.

With the injection of these extracts, Calvin's psychic energy also began to build a position on a large scale. Under the shroud of the power of order, the mutations that were constantly occurring in the bodies of these Astartes were killed one by one.

Their original gene seeds and attached superhuman organs are rapidly failing, and are replaced by new cells that are racing against time to grow under the leadership of Calvin.

Most Astartes are undergoing changes that are visible to the naked eye. The large-scale loss of hair follicles on their bodies became the first victims, and the skin that then began to become pale, dry, wrinkled and cracked became the second sign of changes in the body.

Their physical signs were rising and falling every moment, and the repeated fluctuations frightened the pharmacists monitoring them and the chapter leaders watching on the field.

But they soon lost even the right to be frightened.

After a loud noise that could not be called a sound, a huge subspace storm suddenly appeared above the St. Chris.

The starry sky was torn apart at this moment, and time was meaningless at this moment. The huge pressure instantly knocked down everyone present.

They didn't even have the chance to face the will that would manifest later in the space breach, and lost consciousness in the initial tide.

Calvin is still struggling to support the work of the psychic array and maintain the basic survival of everyone present.

The cooling device has long since failed and the cables are close to melting.

But fortunately, the gravitational barrier also failed. The psychic array that lost the protection of the barrier was directly exposed to the vacuum environment.

In the cold of more than minus 200 degrees, although these cables have been deformed, they still barely maintain their original functions.

At this time, Calvin has already tried his best to resist the invasion of subspace and the invasion of sanity from the terrifying alien being above his head.

There are too many people behind him who need to be protected. At this time, he can no longer care about maintaining his anchor point in time and space, but can only try his best to resist the threats above his head.

But fortunately, the gods didn't want him to leave like this. The tentacles from the subspace had already been one step ahead of him, firmly anchoring this existence that they regarded as their own in their pockets.

The veins on Calvin's head popped out, and his blood was swollen. From his perspective, the smoke pouring in from the breach above his head was like a huge tentacle with no end to reach towards him.

The evil god's murmur and wild laughter were ringing in Calvin's ears, and the endless tentacles were twisting and changing with endless blasphemy and madness.

Be thankful for the coma of those mortals. If they hadn't already lost consciousness, if Calvin hadn't broken his teeth to protect them.

The very existence of these powerful powers is enough to instantly distort these mundane objects and turn them into irrational eggs of chaos.

Calvin has never faced their existence directly. Even the most recent time, he only glanced at them from a distance in the long river of time.

And when these beings that have transcended time and space really appeared in front of Calvin, even with the characteristics of his soul, he couldn't help but marvel at these great beings.

But what's more is a sense of crisis. Looking at these tentacles getting closer and closer, Calvin's face remains calm, but there is already a shadow of despair in his heart.

He can't escape, everything behind him will be destroyed; he can't hide, because the Gray Knights behind him who are entering the critical period of transformation cannot withstand any setbacks.

What to do! Is this the end of it? Calvin, who had exhausted his means, thought of his own end for a moment.

And just when he was falling into despair, a sharp black lightning appeared from the distant space!

In Calvin's disbelieving eyes, this bolt of lightning appeared in front of him instantly regardless of the distance of space, sweeping away the tentacles above his head!

"The Emperor's blessing!" Calvin sighed.
Chapter completed!