Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The seventh hour when the Revenant Redeemer entered the subspace navigation state, it was also the 27th hour that Calvin was on duty on the bridge as a diligent, serious, and responsible commander.

Captain Tabers, finally freed from his busy work, removed his eyes from the screen in front of his seat, looked at the motionless Calvin and said:

"You can rest now, please come back."

On the quiet bridge, Bishop Klein, who had also been silent for a long time, raised his head and looked at Calvin after hearing Tabers' voice, but the latter showed no reaction.

"The subspace navigation status has been stabilized. You can go back and rest." Tabers emphasized again, his voice louder than before.

"Well..." Calvin woke up from his meditation.

He was not distracted or dozing off. This would never happen to him again after he fully accepted the physical transformation of the Astartes.

It was because the past twenty hours of duty work was a bit too boring, so he took out the "battle simulator" that he had not used for a long time.

I have to say that this Warhammer version of "pvp single player combat game" is really the best choice to kill time.

Especially when you can't leave your job and really have nothing to do.

When he was in Titan, Calvin would meditate at a fixed time every day whenever he had time. And this kind of simulation training in meditation can effectively improve his technical shortcomings in cold weapon combat.

This is also his biggest weakness in military skills after serving in the army for two generations. No matter in his previous life or in this life, he has always been a little uncomfortable with the fact that humans who have left the universe and spread all over the galaxy still need cold weapons.

But reality does not allow him to ignore this problem, so until this shortcoming is repaired, this kind of meditation will accompany his life for a long time.

But after leaving Titan, he rarely had the opportunity to meditate.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was only when he started to get involved in the mission that he truly understood the intensity and density of these Gray Knights' battles.

This kind of continuous battles and long-distance attacks one after another left him without much time for such luxurious time planning, especially since he also had to take on the responsibilities of a commander part-time, and he did not have such free time. .

As for the intensity and scale of a single battle, the previous battle in the SATA galaxy involving seven planets as battlefields at the same time was not even considered a big scene among the front-line combat troops.

A complete twenty-man Gray Knight strike team, if caught in extreme circumstances, can even participate in nearly a hundred such battles within a unit year.

Due to the distance and personnel reserves, they had no chance to return to their home planet for rest and recuperation.

For many injuries that can be treated on the home planet, the only option on the cruiser is to sleep or have the limb amputated and then replace it with a mechanical prosthetic limb to maintain combat effectiveness.

Under this background that serious injuries cannot return to the rear to recuperate, and minor injuries are even less likely to go to the line of fire. Therefore, it is normal to a certain extent to fight with injuries when the battle situation requires it.

This kind of injury-related non-combat loss is also a major reason why the Gray Knights' combat losses remain high.

And Calvin, who had just arrived, was exhausted in this battle rhythm that the Gray Knights were accustomed to, without any time to rest.

This is of course not to say that the combat intensity of the Gray Knights cannot even be guaranteed to have basic repairs, but that as a Primarch who is expected to become the Lord of the Legion, Calvin's career as a recruit is absolutely unique.

After reviewing the thousands of years of history of the entire Chapter, there is no one who can start his service career from the captain after the recruit trial like Calvin; after reviewing the hero list of the Chapter several times, there is no one anymore. He will be responsible for military functions while also taking courses in politics and diplomacy.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. This is a truth that has been told so often that no one needs to remind Calvin. Faced with such heavy pressure, he did not flinch, nor could he flinch, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Apart from being relatively relaxed due to the long-distance attack on the Supreme Edict, as a recruit who was promoted to the middle-level commander of the Chapter in a short period of time, he had no chance to experience the relatively simple life of other Gray Knights in their recruit period.

Calvin stood up and looked in the direction of Bishop Klein. The latter did not speak after confirming Calvin's status and was immersed in his work again.

Well, people from the Mechanicum are probably like this. If you don't have to, you won't even get a redundant code from her.

Captain Tabers also lowered his head again after confirming that Calvin was fine, and could only hear his hoarse voice coming from that direction:

"You don't have to stay here unless necessary. We will notify you in time if there are any problems."

Your Majesty the Emperor, this is probably what Calvin is most looking forward to saying after taking over the command authority.

He had been waiting for this sentence for almost 30 hours since he boarded the ship, but the two of them had been busy with the preparations for the Revenant Redeemer before it entered the subspace and had no time to give him such a step.

"Well, thank you all. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me."

After barely maintaining the last dignity of a commander, he couldn't wait to walk towards his dormitory.

After nearly 50 consecutive hours of wakefulness, even Calvin, who could allow his brain to rotate and rest, was unwilling to endure it any longer.

His body was already warning him. Although he was still far away from exhaustion, loss was loss, and it should not be squandered in such a meaningless place.

As long as the physical limit exists, it must have its meaning. Calvin does not want to challenge his physical limit unless necessary.

The low-frequency servo sound of the Tactical Dreadnought Armor has been whistling, which has always been an annoying sound to Calvin's ears with advanced hearing.

But now that this noise has been given the meaning of rest, it has unexpectedly become a bit more pleasant.

The sound of heavy but cheerful footsteps became smaller and smaller as the distance increased. It was not until the sound completely disappeared at the end of the passage that the two people on the bridge raised their heads in unison.

The two faces, both young, looked at each other and smiled tacitly in this quiet environment.

"You are a little too mean, Tabers." Bishop Klein rarely said a humane word.

It seems that the lives of these veterans are not necessarily filled with seriousness and earnestness. At least at certain special moments, such as now, they are willing to discuss some more humane topics.

"Well, maybe. Isn't it the same for you?" The corners of Tabers' lips were slightly raised, without explanation. How could he not know that Calvin was waiting for the steps they two handed over?

But he failed to reach this level as he wished, and the same was true for Klein.

The two of them, who had a tacit understanding, were testing the will and sense of responsibility of the young man in front of them in their own way. The result was of course pleasing, but the person involved didn't know it.