Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Thought of the Day: Prophecy means nothing when it itself becomes part of the future.

"Tell me why you're here, Apothecary from the Fire Eagle. I'm curious how desperate your warband is before you let an Apothecary be responsible for diplomatic work?"

This was the first sentence Elvis heard after setting foot on the Star Fortress "King of Raptors".

This group of Astartes with similar names to the Elvis Chapter still had such a bad taste, and their yellow and red paint schemes were as annoying as he remembered.

If it weren't for Calvin's mission, he would never want to come here again.

"As you can see, we are indeed a little down. But we also have something that you don't have. Take me to see your elders. I have something to explain."

Elvis restrained his emotions and said to Hercules, the first captain of the Fire Eagles who greeted him.

"The chapter leader is waiting for you in the meeting hall. As I said bluntly, where are the senior leaders of your chapter? Is it possible that they are all dead?"

Hercules turned around and led Elvis inside, without stopping his mouth. He was still testing Elvis's intention in a covert manner with his arrogance and roughness.

But Elvis had no intention of entangled with him. It had been a year since he left Calvin. He had just escaped the attention of the Tribunal and was eager to complete Calvin's mission. He had no extra energy to deal with such trivial details.

He simply stopped, and with his taller body after being purified, he approached Hercules in a suppressive manner, stared into his eyes and said:

"If this is what you want, then as you wish, yes. I am now the only veteran of my regiment. Are you satisfied?"

"...I'm sorry." Hercules took a half step back. He had no doubt at this moment that if he offended again, the other party would be determined to die with him. The information from Elvis's mouth was enough for him to understand the importance of the other party's trip.

There was no other communication between the two people until they entered the meeting hall of the Star Fortress.

"Tell me why you are here, young man of the Fiery Eagle. Although we are not bound by blood, seeing that we are both victims of that incident, I allow you to make a reasonable request for support."

The leader of the Fire Eagle Chapter, Adelaide Adonis, sat on the throne that symbolized his status, looking down at Elvis's figure. Standing beside him were Silas Moore, the chief apothecary, and Hercules, who had just walked behind him.

"The envoy from another battle group across the street was stingy with giving away even a seat. Is this the Fire Eagle's way of hospitality?"

Elvis looked at the three people above him and sneered at their judgmental attitude toward guests.

"If this is your attitude, then I think I can leave."

"presumptuous!"

Hercules' eyes widened with anger. He just wanted to speak, but Adelaide on the throne raised his hand to stop him.

His cunning nature is evident at this moment, and as with their reputation for brutality, arrogance is also one of their weapons to hide their intentions.

"Then it depends on what you bring. Sit down, distinguished envoy of the Brotherhood. Let me hear your purpose."

Elvis walked with his right hand under the guidance of the guard, and sat under Chapter Leader Adelaide.

After the guard exited the hall, he said to Adelaide under the gaze of the three people:

"Let me solve a problem for you, a problem about gene seeds."

"Oh, one question..." Adelaide continued following Elvis's words.

But when the former finished speaking, Adelaide's expression changed suddenly as she understood what Elvis meant.

He smiled with squinted eyes uncharacteristically. He looked at Elvis' head and his chin moved slightly. After receiving the signal, Hercules's upper body did not move, and his hand hidden from sight began to slowly reach for the plasma pistol on his waist.

Adelaide's own big hand also began to rub the hilt of the power sword standing sideways by the armrest of the seat.

The words in his mouth did not stop, and the obscure Gothic language came out from the roots of his teeth as if it had been chewed vigorously:

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Young man, what did you say you wanted to help me solve? Say it again?"

Elvis did not rush to answer. The hall in front of him was now filled with murderous intent that was as real as reality. He knew that if his next words failed to get to the point, he might not have the chance to explain again.

"I have a way to purify your genetic seeds."

His determined voice echoed clearly in this ancient hall and fortress. Just like the information in his words, waves of information hit the top brass of the Fire Eagle Chapter.

“Where is our industrial capacity now? How far away are we from minimum shipbuilding standards?”

Calvin stood in the large forging factory on the iron ring, watching the huge gravitational magnetic field forge working amidst the deafening roar.

The huge ceramic steel alloy body is like a ball of molten liquid at high temperatures, and is accurately pulled by the magnetic field to change its shape.

This is an efficiency and scale that ground casting technology can never achieve. Breaking free from the constraints of planetary gravity, human manufacturing capabilities have ushered in an explosive leap forward in a vacuum environment. This is a landscape that he had no chance to see in his previous life.

"In fact, it's enough. If we don't take it too slow, even the most primitive planet can take a century to build a standard imperial warship."

Father Constantine rarely took time away from the Ark Mechanica project to meet with Calvin.

Nowadays, as the highest sage of the order, and in a sense half a foundry general, Constantine has too many things to do.

Calvin rarely saw him take a break. Even when he was talking to Calvin, the data interface behind him was still connected to the main body of the Ark.

The endless documents and authorizations that were submitted from all over the world finally converged into the data that was rapidly refreshing on the pupils of his eyes. The huge amount of work is like an endless river, washing away and swallowing up the little sanity left by the mechanical sage.

"You should pay attention to your rest. I don't want to lose your helper early." Calvin said half-jokingly and half-warning.

"Don't worry, I won't die. I'm too busy to die."

Constantine's answer was just like his identity, even the humor had to be found in cold words.

"Could the standard imperial battleship you just mentioned be a "Moon-class" cruiser?" Calvin changed the topic back to what he was most concerned about.

"Yes, as long as there is enough ore, even in a barbaric world, I am confident that I can provide you with such an imperial standard battleship within a century."

Constantine said seriously, as if as long as Calvin gives the order, the inhabited planets in the three nearby galaxies will start this long project.

"No! No! No! I don't want this kind of big and useless ship. Let this kind of garbage serve the Imperial Navy. The Gray Knights and Astartes don't need this kind of thing."

Calvin shook his head repeatedly, denying Constantine's suggestion. Then he belatedly noticed from Constantine's green mechanical eyes that the other party's smile was unique to members of the Mechanicum.

"I suddenly want to dismantle those parts of your body to see which part is responsible for your unusual aesthetic sense of humor."

He gritted his teeth and threatened the Mechanical Sage, and then when the latter was seriously thinking about the reasons why it was not feasible, he laughed and regained his face...

The hearty laughter echoed in the towering towers, a rare expression of emotion that he had rarely seen in the decades since he became the leader of the tribe.

This journey through time and space was coming to an end, and he knew that his time with this mechanical priest who could be called his companion was becoming increasingly scarce.

When the two parted, he looked seriously into Constantine's eyes and said:

"Don't die, my friend. I want to have more memories with you..."

In Imperial Calendar 081.M36, on the edge of the Sun Star Domain, next to the famous *** galaxy, a huge interstellar fortress was running its engine at full power.

Dozens of large plasma reactors are outputting power at full power under servo control, and nearly a hundred nozzles are spitting out blazing tail flames.

The fortress is devouring massive amounts of energy at an alarming rate and is so expensive that it cannot be counted. It is a long journey filled with doubts and worries.

"You'd better pray that what you're telling the truth is true!" Hercules stood beside Elvis and never left his side. This was the chapter leader's highest instruction to him.

For this operation, the Chapter has recovered all five battle barges and the battle companies in them.

The companies carried on these spacecrafts all have their own missions to perform, which even include some battlefields in the middle of the process. So this kind of behavior can be said to be very bad in nature.

Although they had done this kind of thing before without saying goodbye, to be fair, every time they sold their character, they got a reasonable profit.

This is the first time that the Fire Eagle Warriors directly abandoned their allies without any visible benefits...

Thinking of this, Hercules felt a little guilty for no reason. He felt that this violated their principles.

Emperor's blessing! I hope this guy is telling the truth, otherwise they will have to imagine how they will face the anger of the high lord and the Inquisition after this large-scale departure from the battlefield...

The envoy with the new Astartes warriors of the Fire Eagle Chapter has already set off, and other chapters formed in the establishment of the Cursed Army must have received the news at this time.

In the comparison of the two "Eagle Regiment" Astartes warriors, those battle groups will have the same choice.

But it won't be absolutely the case, at least the people from the Black Dragon Chapter may not be able to come.

Hercules had cooperated with them before, and the strange culture of that war group that was not ashamed of but proud of its abnormal characteristics was still fresh in his memory.

After Elvis pointed out that the Inquisition would definitely destroy them in the long run, they reluctantly said that they would consider it.

The mourners are not necessarily the same. This group of demons are just glad that they have mutated themselves.

If he were to be corrected, compared to the blood thirst and black rage in them, Hercules felt that he would rather choose melancholy, since melancholy would not kill people anyway...

The Minotaur Chapter could not be trusted, so he discussed with Elvis and went to their Chapter headquarters in person.

Standing in front of this group of violent maniacs who were rare among the war groups that formed the army at the same time, Hercules admitted with difficulty that there were indeed war groups who were more willing to fight fiercely than they were.

The Astartes, who were known to dislike fighting mortals, in the eyes of Hercules, were obviously more interested in them and the Chaos Space Marines who were also Astartes.

And he seriously suspected that there was an unspeakable deal between these tauren and the high lord.

He even had a guess that if Elvis hadn't taken out a mysterious badge at that time, then the fate that awaited them would have been to be sent to Terra in a bundle.

Don't even count on the blood snake demon. They are not sure whether those people have any brains. After discussion, the two gave up directly.

Where is An Tai's son? It’s also quite annoying. That group of people didn't have any obvious physical characteristics, but the absence of abnormalities was more terrifying than the presence of abnormalities.

Who knows what dark secrets they have inside...

The engine of the Star Fortress has been pushed to its limit, and Manzeville Point is just around the corner.

The moment he was about to enter the subspace, Hercules, who was thinking about it in his mind, found out a little shamefully:

Their group, which is famous for its corrupt character, is actually considered a normal person among the brothers who founded the army at the same time...

"It's better to be normal, it's better to be normal..." he murmured, and received a strange look from Elvis.

The eternal war of empires in the galaxy continues, and the torrent of blood and souls still seems to have no end in sight.

But under the vast territory of the empire and in the context of such a grand war, there are a few relatively inconspicuous forces that are gathering towards Calvin's galaxy.

Some of them were belatedly aware of the situation on the part of the empire, and they finally discovered the strange internal review institutions from the abnormal gathering of materials here, such as the recently established Order of Fighting Foreigners and the Order of Rebellion.

There are also Astartes warbands such as the Fire Eagles, Taurens, and Lamenters who are plagued by curses and are desperate to survive.

Calvin predicted both of these and made arrangements accordingly.

But there were some uninvited guests from outside that Calvin did not expect.

As beings older than humans, they have been hidden under the curtain for thousands of years after civilization collapsed.

These strange but self-contained creatures have unique interests and pursuits, and their whereabouts are secretive.

Led by the prophets of their race who have mixed reputations, they are active in every corner of the history of the human empire, using their unique power to try to change some established or undecided things.

Unfortunately, the results were not ideal.

All in all, these "people" are just a ghost after the demise of their race's civilization, still living in the dream of rebuilding the civilization and rising of the race.

At this moment, they were exploring in the direction of Calvin with a cautious attitude.

This was completely different from their previous style. Even traveling to some more dangerous areas did not require them to experience it with such caution.

This special attitude stems from the prophets within these "people". In their perception, Calvin is both an unfathomable variable and the final conclusion to the course of history.

This contradictory conclusion forced them to approach Calvin cautiously, not daring to easily touch this unknown element to affect the existing prophecies.

PS: ① The badge of a high-ranking member of the Order of Omen has extremely high authority and can go directly to the palace to meet with the imperial army beyond the high lord. There is a similar description in the official original work.

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The entire county was without power from 4 a.m. to 7 p.m. After I finished writing today's update within 4 hours, I once again re-recognized my coding potential.

Sure enough, updates are like that, if you squeeze in, there will still be some. Ashamed, thank you all readers for your continued support. I can only bow my head and do my best, well, there is no second half of the sentence.

Also: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, although it’s a little late.