The green-gold metal cover and spine are made of fine gold. The one-centimetre-thick and edged metal corners and the carvings on the spine prove that this book is packaged regardless of cost.
The warm, light yellow inner pages made of the leather of an unknown beast and the black crystal-like, shiny writing that was obviously polished into powder from obsidian illustrate the luxury inside this book.
Calvin sat quietly at the desk in the outer room of his apartment, looking at the oversized book on the table in front of him. The metal part of the cover had been polished until it was shiny due to long-term reading.
From a common sense of reason, Calvin did not believe in the authenticity of the signature on this book.
If this thing was really true, he, Calvin, would first have to wonder if all the civil servants of the Tribunal who managed the books had their brains stolen by Tzeentch.
After all, this person is a traitor and heretic who can be ranked in the history of the empire. He just put the other party's works here openly without any notes or control.
This is really not in line with the strength that the Tribunal has shown in the past.
But whether the signature was authentic or not, Calvin was very curious about this special item that could represent an era in a certain sense.
After all, from his point of view, being able to read this book from the Great Expedition era in the 39K era gives him a wonderful sense of participation in witnessing certain historical events.
If I had to describe this feeling, it was surprisingly similar to the feeling of a boy digging out his father's uniform and law enforcement records when he was home alone.
But Calvin still had basic caution. You can't be too careful when books about a Primarch, especially a fallen Primarch, of unknown origin are placed in front of you.
After all, if the signature on this book really belongs to the founder of the state religion, then the book itself should be a sacred object or an evil object.
So after borrowing this book from the library one day, Calvin did not take it back to his residence.
He took the book all the way to the chapel next to the training hall of the Paladins, placed it on the altar directly under the relic shelf, and then used his spiritual power to carefully check it several times.
Fortunately, under such careful observation, this ancient object did not show any strange characteristics.
Calvin breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed to be a fake.
It is likely that it came from the hands of an admirer of the Word Bearers' genetic father during his time in the Legion, or it may be the work of a Legionnaire who fought alongside the 17th Legion and came into contact with the Primarch.
In short, the owner of this book has no ability to resist the inherent personal charm of the Primarchs.
He seemed to fully accept the other's charisma and the ideas about the Emperor that came with it.
This can be seen from the frequent reading of this book.
But Calvin did not agree with Lorgar's self-summary views in this book except for the emperor's own quotations.
He even thought it was ridiculous.
In his opinion, there was nothing worthy of sympathy about Lorgar's tragic life and fate.
Poor people must have their hateful qualities. This is what Calvin said about Lorgar.
Some might say that he ultimately laid the foundation of the original faith for the state religion.
Or, will anyone use the results to deduce the causes, and use a logic similar to the success theory in street stall literature to evaluate the relationship between the state religion and him: For example, the empire’s state religion eventually became the ideal of the Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion. Such nonsense as the appearance in the movie.
Calvin scoffed.
In his eyes, the so-called founder of the state religion and the emperor's first devout believer was nothing more than a stickman covered in faith, a sophisticated egoist in the face of strength, and a deceitful person among the beings of the empire.
Otherwise, how can we explain why the faith he betrayed was as cheap and casual as when he was born.
There really is a person who believes in the Emperor and regards him as a god. And then turn a blind eye to the gods’ edicts repeatedly ordering them to march?
What about your promised faith in God? What about the promised loyalty to God?
There really is a person who regards the Emperor as a god, and this god did create him. When this god punishes him, his first time is not to reflect on his mistakes but to complain and hate. ?
Not to mention that he regards him as the only god in his faith. Even if the father in the mortal world teaches his children, the first thing the children will think of is patricide, right?
When the god he claimed to believe in wholeheartedly asked him to admit his mistake, not only did he not obey the oracle to reflect on himself, but he actually felt that it was a shame to kneel down because of his identity as the envoy who accepted the review on behalf of the god?
Does the identity of the envoy matter? Could it be that at that time, he did not represent the god himself whom he claimed to believe in?
So what about his faith? What about his loyalty?
Why is he so fragile, not even as good as the relationship between father and son in the mortal world?
So does his faith have preconditions?
His beliefs must be in his interest for you to exist?
On the contrary, if it is not in his interest, he will betray without hesitation?
Even if the target of betrayal is the creator of your life and existence, the giver of honor and status?
So when your God, the Father who created you, is not in line with your ideals or interests.
You don't want to reflect or examine. What do you think of is conspiracy and accident?
It turns out that the Primarch's faith is actually a transaction in his eyes.
When interests cannot satisfy him, faith can turn into hatred so smoothly, right?
Really, a faith that is so fragile that it is so hypocritical...
What a refined egotist...
This was Calvin's ultimate view of this generation-changing founder of the so-called state religion, as Lorgar himself famously said in the Book of Divinations.
"The distinction between gods and demons depends on one's position at the time."
To express faith and loyalty in such a cheap and utilitarian manner is a reflection of the essence of this primarch.
Calvin did not bother to refute the remaining points below.
I even saw the sentence that was said to prove "the legal rationality and sanctity of Horus":
“If one man could call upon ten thousand Astartes with the wave of his hand;
If a man could lead these Astartes to take down ten thousand worlds and give them the right to rule;
If one man could command a million ships to sail to the star sea with only a shred of will;
So how could this person not be a god? "
It can be said that Calvin clearly understood Lorgar's so-called "theism of power alone".
Isn't this the Warhammer version of Wu Huan Hua?
Isn't this the space version of "The Son of Heaven will be conquered by those with strong soldiers and horses?"
This strong sense of immediacy gave Calvin an extremely absurd thought:
"Is there really nothing new under the sun?"
The clock of the Supreme Decree began to buzz in the public area, and the special frequency sound let Calvin know that the third eight minutes had arrived. Midnight has passed and a new day has begun.
"No dog dislikes being poor..."
Calvin put the book on the desk while summarizing his views on this "brother".
He turned off the lamp on the table, then turned and walked towards his bedroom.
He has up to 4 hours of rest time.
Four hours later, the next round of staff operations on the bridge will begin again.
And this is also the last day of his month-long duty plan in the staff sequence.
With the guarantee of fully participating in the basic workflow of the battleship in this round, Calvin already has a very deep understanding of the operation of the battleship.
Perhaps he is still far from those professionals who have undergone professional training.
But in terms of minimum capabilities, he can already be put into the commander's replacement options in times of crisis.
Calvin slowly closed his eyes on the steel bed. The muscles in his body and his breathing slowly became relaxed and long as he meditated...
Just when he was about to enter that black sleep, the bridge's direct broadcast sounded in his room:
"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status as soon as you receive the notification."
"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status as soon as you receive the notification."...
