Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The reactions of Aidan and Yule will not be expressed for the time being.

But at this moment, Calvin, who was hundreds of millions of kilometers away, was surrounded by several Astartes warriors.

However, it is different from Yule's fear of being surrounded and suppressed.

At this time, Calvin was sitting among several friendly Astartes wearing various types of power armor, ranging from Mark IV to Mark VII.

He is now sitting by a warm campfire, listening to these warriors from different war groups telling their stories.

"We were the first to come...About fifty years ago, we had already responded to the call of the Foreign Order and participated in the battle here. After the last airborne landing thirty years ago, we lost contact with the mothership."

Said an Astartes warrior with bone-white pauldrons emblazoned with flaming skulls.

Calvin's bloodline could not be determined from the markings on his body, but from the iconic blue color on the main body of his scarred power armor and the golden wings on his chest, it was known that he was a descendant of Guilliman.

"What is your regiment's name?" he asked the warrior gently.

Under the firelight, he was still dressed in white, but even when he was sitting, he was much taller than those around him. While he gained awe from many passing mortals, it also made the Astartes' eyes wander even more.

"Angel of the Dead." The Astartes warrior said solemnly.

"Where is the mother planet?" he asked in a calm tone.

"...Still on the base ship."

Understood, Calvin nodded slightly and then turned his attention to the next warrior. There are only two meanings of base ship:

One is those battle groups with profound foundations but special missions. They voluntarily gave up their home planet with favorable conditions and devoted their entire service life to expeditions, thereby better contributing value to the Emperor.

Secondly, the one in front of us is neither a start-up group nor a special mission. They simply formed the group too late, and without special policies to take care of them, they were still looking for a planet to host them.

"What about you? Excellent Twilight Stalker, where do you come from?"

Calvin looked at another Astartes warrior painted in gray and black, staring thoughtfully at the extra buffer device in the gap between his power armor.

After hearing Calvin's words, the latter turned his head and looked directly at Calvin for a long time before replying in a seemingly unfamiliar accent:

"My name is Valk. A little later than them, from the Reviled Chapter."

Oh, a son of Corax, no wonder he is not good with words...

Calvin thought to himself, nodded to him, and then looked past Talos directly opposite to the place farthest from the fire.

It was the darkest place, not suitable for warming up by the fire, but it was the most suitable place for observing Calvin's location.

On a stool transformed from a tree stump in that corner, there was a lady in black robes, looking unscrupulously over Calvin's body with scrutiny and hostility.

The battle robe on her body had not been washed for a long time, the black outer cover was covered with dust, and the white inner lining had been scorched yellow by the flames of war.

The bolt gun on the belt on her waist was in good condition, while the chainsword at her feet was stained with blood.

In contrast to these raunchy details, the white cross on her chest is the most conspicuous.

This medal obviously received special treatment. It still shines and retains its original glory under the careful care of its owner.

Perhaps feeling offended, Calvin met the eyes of this clearly hostile lady and said with a hint of fun:

"Oh, Lady of Courageous Heart, Noble Sister of Battle, Supreme Arms of the Imperial Church, the Emperor's..."

"daughter!"

Before Calvin could finish speaking, the lady interrupted him. Then angrily, before everyone could react, he raised the bolt gun at hand, opened the safety, aimed at Calvin and said:

"Compared to us, I think it is more necessary for you to explain your origins clearly! For someone like you, who is unarmed and yet appears so freely in a chaotic war zone, I am already the emperor's greatest emperor without announcing your death sentence immediately. Kindness!”

"Emperor's blessing!" Talos covered his head, as if he could already see the fate of this overly upright battle nun.

The guy in front of me is a genuine hand-shredded ceramite, an Astartes capable of destroying squadrons; a ruthless man who can kill great demons with his sword and burn the projection of Khorne to ashes!

The most important thing is his identity! Since the battlefield came all the way here, Talos has been separated from the focus of the battle.

Having regained most of his sanity, he looked at Calvin's body and the familiar smell on his body, and already had a vague premonition of Calvin's identity.

He didn't dare to accept this fact alone, so he couldn't wait to bring Calvin back to the outpost.

And it was only just now that several of them, Astartes with different origins, confirmed the feeling on Calvin through the silent understanding in each other's eyes...

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear any sound.

It wasn't until he couldn't help but put his hand down that he saw Calvin still sitting firmly in his seat, with a smile on his face.

The nun continued to point at him with the fire stick in her hand angrily.

"Stop!" He quickly stood up and stood between the two to block the Battle Sister's "provocation", then turned to look at Calvin and begged for his forgiveness.

Yes, anyone who has seen Calvin's battle will understand that this weapon is only worthy of being called a provocation to him...

"My name is Calvin, a high-ranking gray knight of the Holy Hammer Order." Calvin told everyone about his origins, which was an explanation to everyone present.

But the battle nun was obviously irritated. Calvin's previous words touched some taboo of hers, which made her still reluctant to let him go:

"Evidence! No evidence! Your words are still weak!"

"Evidence?" Calvin smiled bitterly and shook his head:

Afraid of what might come next, all his original outfit was left in the center of the twin stars, but not a single bit was taken away. He was really having a hard time asking him to take out some kind of token at this time and here.

Got it! Calvin turned his eyes and thought of something.

He said to the woman who was still angry: "There is no token, but there is testimony! Internal data of the Holy Hammer Order records that during the incident of Supreme Minister Vandil, you had attacked the envoys of the Forbidden Army before entering the palace. Fire..."

"Stop! I admit your identity!"

Under the widened eyes of all the Astartes, the Battle Sister stopped Calvin's words at the speed of light. In order to avoid further leakage of the monastery's information, thereby causing more losses.

Apart from themselves, only the defenders within the royal city knew these secrets from back then.

Among the many forces in the royal city, apart from the Imperial Guards, the only ones who could enter and exit freely were the Gray Knights.

The person in front of him can be recognized by Talos, and he can still cherish this past event. Then most of his identity has been confirmed.

As for the rest, it is too extravagant a request for these precarious people behind enemy lines.

She already believed the identity of the person in front of her and decided to include him in the subsequent battle coordination sequence.

But as a mortal, she is still different from the Astartes.

She was destined not to be able to participate in these groups that once occupied the core power of the empire, and she would not be able to understand their culture and its secrets.

The battle nun, who had just woken up from her anger, thought she just had one more comrade.

But what she didn't and couldn't notice was that the atmosphere here had changed since Calvin entered the outpost.

The conversation just now by the campfire was more of a confirmation of identity than a self-introduction of Calvin's new arrival.

All the Astartes here had silently handed over the decision-making power of command before she was even aware of it.

In her surprised eyes, Calvin stood up.

He completely lacked the temptation and self-consciousness of a newcomer. Instead, he directly spoke to everyone present in the tone of a master:

"Then from now on, there is only one thing we have to do. Do everything possible to find a way to communicate across the sector, and then inform the sector government of our existence!"

Then in her even more surprised eyes, these Asart warriors, who were extremely arrogant in the past and did not belong to each other, actually stood upright in tacit understanding at this time, and responded to Calvin's call with a loud voice. Order:

"God-Emperor's blessing! We obey your will!"

Second update, I am so awesome. Asking for votes.