Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Ashes... in the endless light and heat, will only leave the final ashes..."

In the endless subspace, more than one pair of eyes woke up for Calvin's first cry.

For the first time, he exercised the complete Primarch level power. After struggling to release a truly "tactical level" power, he finally touched the perceptions of those who were the real authorities in the realm of chaos.

"what is this?"

In the God of Life's kingdom that has no physical meaning, at the junction of dreams and reality, a unique oak tree is endlessly changing between life, death, and prosperity.

When Calvin's power shines across the far shore of reality, under the strangely knotted trunk of this huge, twisted sacred tree, Mortarion is awakening from the sleep bestowed by his loving father Nurgle.

His dead, moss-like, gray and cracked skin was recovering from its curling cracks, and moist disease abscesses and fluids were surging beneath the skin;

The dust-like spores in the shriveled alveoli rushed out of the mouth and nose with a hoarse voice, and began to spread the deadly plague in the air again.

The skinny big hand, with only skin and bones left without muscles, tightly grasped the war scythe named "Death Silence".

"What is this? A compromise? Or is this another pointless struggle on your part?"

It was as if I had just woken up from an old dream that spanned a long night, and the corners of my mouth that had lost their flexibility were cracked and broken.

But he ignored the pain and still whispered to himself:

"What kind of monster have you created this time because of your stupidity?

Psychic?

Purify?

Redemption?

How ridiculous!

How sad!

But no matter what, I will personally chop off his head as a reward and response to you!

my father! "

As his 7-meter-tall inhuman body stood up straight, the insect wings that shrank behind him like broken curtains suddenly unfolded!

The spore airwaves carrying the deadly plague and virus carried the hot and humid air, and were spread to every land on the planet by the power of his hatred!

In the distant sky, there is the shadow of a huge green warship covered with moss and fungi approaching from the sky, breaking through the barrier of gray fog and approaching the earth full of corruption and mutation.

That was the team of his bodyguards, the 26 divinely chosen champions of Pale Shroud, who came to greet him after sensing his awakening.

Dark green raindrops fell from the sky, and while the thick fog temporarily dissipated under the wash of the rain, with every drop of rain falling, new species emerged from the ground but died in an instant.

Delivered by the warship's empty cabin like a tree, 26 tall Astartes warriors gathered in front of him, holding the huge scythe that they had with their father, representing death.

"Where is Typhons? Still in the Eye of Terror?"

The death shrouds did not answer, acquiescing to his guess in silence.

"Okay, then Zaratul, oh...this name. I should remember him..."

Mortarion looked at his remaining 26 favorite children, and then recalled something in their puzzled eyes.

The existence represented by that name has now completely disappeared in the long river of destiny. Even if he uses the power of his loving father, he cannot find any traces of it.

He lowered his pale head in pain, but couldn't find the answer to his request in this accustomed feeling.

"Pain, well, pain is my fate. Let's go... I may have remembered something wrong... But no matter what, we have something new to do..."

In the more distant kingdoms of the gods, there are also demon princes or demon princes who are awakened by the power of Calvin.

Because of their different positions and bloodlines, they were either happy or angry about Calvin's existence.

But what coincides with this is that they are all gathering in the name of fate and conspiracy in the timeless silence of the gods...

Calvin was still standing alone on the bridge of the Pale Wing, thinking alone as the battleship groaned in pain after being ravaged by him.

He didn't feel any immediate threat:

Because of his special origin, the essence of his power is more inclined to sort out fate and finalize the final outcome of reality. (It’s a very long sentence. I was afraid that you would have difficulty reading it, so I forcibly added a comma. This is a sign of my lack of writing skills. Please forgive me.)

His psychic ability to predict the future was almost completely blocked.

Unlike other psychics who peer into the future endlessly, only when a critical moment comes, Calvin will have an intuitive judgment on the different directions that specific options will lead to.

He was now paying the price for his reckless anger.

The verdict of the full-out blow he just made out of anger was so terrifying that even his body was not immune to damage.

That was the first time since his body entered adolescence that he had exerted all his strength.

The consequences of the soul's full response are not just immediate destruction.

Even he himself could not withstand such a powerful blessing.

Black and red venous blood flowed out from his nostrils uncontrollably. While soaking his clothes, it also accumulated in a pool on the floor full of embers.

"Well……"

Calvin held his forehead in pain.

The bitter consequences of his reckless performance were demanding the price from him. The large number of dead cells in his brain stem and the black blood dripping in front of him were silently accusing him.

He wanted to take a rest, but the planet's surface was clearly visible outside the battleship's porthole window.

There was a new subspace reaction on the distant Manzeville Point. He knew that if he delayed any further, the enemies coming back for reinforcement would arrive in an instant.

"Go!"

He took a last look at the scene of the tragedy he had created on the bridge, and then looked out the window and locked onto the top of a hive tower.

The psychic energy he once again forcibly raised filled his tall but sluggish body, and then disappeared in the silver light of transmission.

And just as he disappeared, the fully charged artillery fire of the fleet that appeared in the subspace had already filled the entire hull of the warship.

In the bow of the Chaos warship that had just left the subspace, the technical priest watched as several cables as thick as a human waist were connected to the main gun with the help of a crane.

"Energy cable No. 1 is connected! You can fire!"

He fed back to the direction of the bridge in the communication channel.

The efficiency of the bridge was much faster than usual.

Before he put down the communication ball, the confirmation order had followed.

"Permitted to fire!"

"Permitted to fire!" He looked at the gunner behind the radiation-resistant shelter, who was also holding the switch tightly in his hand, and squeezed it hard under his command.

"Boom!"

The plasma that was said to be able to melt everything was instantly generated in the barrel of the Nova Cannon, which was several kilometers long. The high temperature and high pressure were forced into a torrent in the narrow barrel, and then shot towards the muzzle.

The jet of tens of meters thick crossed the space and flew from the bow of the warship to the hull of the Pale Wing.

After instantly melting through the warship's armor that was tens of meters thick, it melted the cabin where no one was anymore.

Six house-sized wounds appeared on the warship that did not open the shield, and more artillery fire and lightning strikes were brewing in the fleet's subsequent attack waves.

"Cable group No. 1 enters cooling! Team No. 2 is ready!"

The mechanical priest nervously directed the members of the weapon array of the bow Nova Cannon:

The first team, which had just fired, was using a crane to pull the red-hot cables off the barrel;

And the second firepower team behind them could not wait to pull up the functional cables they were responsible for and began to hoist them towards the connection of the barrel.

"Self-check first time! No problem!"

"Self-check second time! No problem!"

"Self-check third time! No problem!"

The mechanical priest looked at the members of the weapon team with satisfaction at their orderly work. After everyone confirmed that they had finished, he gave feedback to the bridge again:

"Cable No. 2 is in place, the Nova Cannon can fire!"

"Permitted to fire!"

Boom!

The low-frequency vibration echoed in the gun room again.

Despite the danger of the Nova Cannon's high-energy radiation, the mechanical priest's instructions still resounded.

The background is the pale wings that have melted into a pile of scrap metal under the distant starry sky, and the first cable that has not yet cooled down in the nearby gun room and the third cable that is already on standby...

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