Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Facing the bone-chilling night wind, Calvin led four temporary subordinates to the edge of the preset battlefield.

During this short journey, he had been keeping vigilant while simulating and deducing the upcoming battle in his mind.

But the more he reasoned, the more his brows tightened.

He simply stopped completely until he was less than 60 kilometers away from the battlefield.

"Is there a situation?"

The three Astartes concentrated their energy to the peak in an instant, and stood vigilantly with Calvin as the center, using their senses and the equipment on their power armor to repeatedly search around.

The Battle Sister rolled on the spot, loaded the bolter behind a bunker, and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the gap left by the three of them.

"Uh..." Calvin looked a little embarrassed at this scene.

But in order to maintain his authority and command effectiveness for the coming battle, he concealed his expression and calmly recalled a few people.

"Remove the alert, let's have a meeting!" he said.

After leading the four people to a basement exposed by ruins, Calvin faced the doubtful looks of the four people and said:

"I am determined to abandon the previous tactical plan and change the tactical intention."

Oh, determination. The four professional war machines immediately understood what Calvin meant:

Decision - I have made up my mind, I just execute it, there is no need to discuss it.

This was no problem, so the four mouths were closed tightly, and their eyes were fixed on Calvin, waiting for the next order.

After looking at several people with satisfaction, especially Battle Sister Claudia, Calvin turned his gaze back and began to describe his intentions.

This was not the time when he had just arrived in this universe and was a new recruit of the Gray Knights.

Calvin is not even the same today as he was when he was the head of Fortress Titan II;

Having experienced a true leadership career in the Krieg system for more than a hundred years, he doesn't have so many scruples now.

The day when he took power was a hundred years ago, and Calvin could not tolerate the emergence of any second will in the team.

The authority and responsibility belong to him. Since he is the person responsible for the fate of the entire group, the source of the order can only be him.

If there really is someone who doesn't understand the overall situation, then for the fate of the entire team, he may have to kill him once.

Not dealing with this kind of team cancer is irresponsible to everyone.

"I previously only considered the emperor's fighting habits and ignored the possible third party joining. This is my problem..."

Waving his hand to stop Talos's persuasion, he continued to convey his still confident will with a firm gaze:

"Since there are Apostles of Khorne, the existence of a third or even a fourth party is possible, and it is very likely to appear!

We must be prepared to deal with both modes of warfare at the same time.

And since it has been confirmed that the emperor is not the main force of the enemy this time, it is likely that they will not be the ones we encounter next.

or……"

His eyes roamed the small basement:

"Or maybe what we are facing will be a trap set by the enemy using these emperors as bait..."

Looking away from the small satellite where they were, there was a warship floating quietly in the now silent orbit of the distant Cavendish planet.

Ink-dyed obsidian and bone-white Nostramo alloy are the main colors of this mobile execution ground.

Just like the visor worn by its owners, only under the cover of darkness of night can the ugly nature behind it be released that one does not want to look directly at.

The Death of Truth cruiser, this is the current name of this warship that belonged to the former Night Lords Legion, but now the Chaos warband known as the Pale Wings.

The people are probably still the same people, and the taste is still the same.

It's just that thousands of years after the Midnight Ghost left them, these already dark personalities have completely torn apart their disguises and no longer maintain the superficial unity of the Legion.

Many Night Lords gathered in the dark meeting hall. There was no sound except for the low hum of the power armor among the black giants who stood silently.

"Anyone else wants to speak, just say so. I don't need Lord Severion's rules here, and there is no need for the bad habits on the Spirit of Vengeance to exist here."

Melville DeWitt's dry voice came from behind his bone-white skull visor, echoing in the dark hall.

In response to the undisguised ridicule of the adult, no one raised any objection except for the Night Lords to silently open their mouths behind their visors to reveal their fangs.

Just as they have never identified with themselves, they have never identified with others.

Other chapter cultures serve no other purpose than to provide them with a temporary sense of novelty.

Anyone who wants to reform them will fail, just like this gentleman, just like that man.

"Then let's let those descendants of Fogg go around. Let us see who gave us such a surprise."

"Who will watch them?" The voice of Malthus, the leader of another warband, came from the darkness.

As the prophet of the warband, his words are more like distributing tickets than assigning tasks.

When the specific order is issued, except for a few lucky ones who are lucky enough to kill in person, the remaining bats can only watch on the sidelines and enjoy the carefully prepared show from a distance.

"Third Claw. Last time they were on guard at the perimeter, this time it's their turn."

After giving the order, Melville DeWitt stood up first and left with his escort.

In the eyes of the bats penetrating the night, the towering crown blade on his helmet not only showed his status, but also declared his power.

But this is not enough to suppress his brothers, or in their culture, just because no one says never means that no one objects.

Conspiracy and assassination, struggle and cooperation, these are the mainstream ideas and values ​​of the Night Lords.

He understands this truth and is naturally the biggest beneficiary of these rules...

After he left, the Lords of Midnight also left in the darkness, and the traces left here will be left to the mortals on the ship to clean up.

As for the next meeting, that's not something the Night Lords want to think about.

Mortals are always a scarce commodity on their ships. Not only can they be used as slaves, but they can also be used for daily killing entertainment, which is also an excellent thing.

The satellite was not far away from them, and dozens of minutes later, the Death of Truth floated quietly above the satellite, blending into the darkness.

The remaining warriors of the fallen Emperor's Sons warband meet the visiting Night Lords.

After a tense wait they learned their fate from their malicious ally.

"Are you betraying friendly forces?" the leader of the warband asked the latter in disbelief.

"Otherwise? Oh, of course you can refuse..."

Even through the blood-red eyepieces, these Chaos Space Marines could detect the interested expression behind the Night Lord's visor.

They were waiting for his resistance, preferably a counterattack.

As long as he dares to attack, these madmen will happily cut open their chests and pierce their hearts.

Their bones were then picked out, and what they called beautiful Nostramo writing was carved on them, so as to serve as one of the countless collections in their boring lives.

"Okay. We get it."

He finally chose to obey, and then led his brother aboard the airship heading for the ground as the other party watched.

This result did not satisfy the Night Lord.

He scraped his teeth with his tongue with some regret, then turned away to report back to Melville de Witt on the bridge.

In the dark sky, the inconspicuous hull of the airship detached from the deck of the battleship and turned into a point of light flying towards the satellite.

At this time, Calvin had just confirmed his final decision with the four people.

Under the gaze of the four people, he slapped his hand on the dynamic diagram temporarily drawn on the data board, and said in a decisive tone:

"Create chaos! But remember to keep your escape route! After luring the enemy's rear guard to the ground, you can withdraw!"

"Then what should you do?" Claudia couldn't help asking.

"Me? I plan to find an opportunity to board their mothership and take a look..."

Facing the battle sister's eyes, Calvin looked through the low ceiling in the basement to the distant night sky.

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