Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Malus Hive No. 9, in the residential area adjacent to the upper industrial control hub.

A faint silver flashed, and Calvin's figure appeared in the uninhabited house.

After instinctively radiating his perception to the surroundings, Calvin did not harvest any characteristics of life as expected.

From the decorations in the room and the quality of daily necessities, it can be known that their owners belong to the middle class of the hive.

This part of the population is mainly composed of technical bureaucrats and administrative clerks.

Unlike the top nobles who sit on the merits of their ancestors, they are the core productivity that keeps this huge city alive.

Their personal status may be insignificant, but in the eyes of any strategic ruler, these people are one of the core wealth of the planet.

Even in wartime, their value will not depreciate.

Compared with the local upper class who do not produce or join the army, they are the most worthy of energy protection.

Naturally, the population here was urgently evacuated as early as the beginning of the invasion.

But the scale and development of the war exceeded the highest expectations of the rulers here.

Except for a few lucky ones who were truly qualified to board the escape spacecraft, most people, like their fathers and brothers in the family, were helplessly thrown into the resistance in the increasingly worsening war.

"Hmm?"

Calvin made a noncommittal sound in his nose.

He followed his perception and saw a child in military uniform at the location of the street mall hundreds of meters away.

This little guy had obviously been separated from the army for a long time.

Her uniform that didn't fit her size was rolled up again and again, and it was bloated at the ends of her limbs.

The laser gun that was as high as her body was tied to her back, becoming a heavy but necessary burden.

"A human female cub." Such a thought appeared in Calvin's mind, making him laugh and cry when he reacted.

Has it been too long since he saw a real human civilian?

Or has he almost stopped considering himself a human?

He walked towards the child, and the cub just happened to walk out of the main entrance of the mall.

This was obviously a rewarding adventure.

It can be seen from the girl's cheerful steps and the bags of food in her hands.

But this is another bad trip.

The girl's face covered with dirt and dust can't see her original appearance, but from the horrified look she saw Calvin at the first sight, it can be known that she remembered a lot of bad memories.

"You..." Calvin raised his hand to greet the little guy who was just as high as his knee.

But before he finished speaking, a bullet from farther away shot at him at a high speed that made him alert and strangely quiet in comparison.

Swish!

Calvin took a step back in an instant and looked at the angle where the bullet came from, but there was nothing to gain except the obscure fluctuations in the shadow.

"Interesting."

Calvin turned his head and looked in the direction just now. The girl had already run a block away.

That's you.

Anyway, he wanted a local to understand the situation. Since there was a better option that came to his door, he didn't have the idea of ​​chasing the child.

Calvin turned on the spot and walked towards the place where the shooting just happened.

This was obviously not a premeditated attack, as can be seen from the opponent's style of fleeing far away after missing the first shot.

Calvin, who arrived at the sniper position, looked at the scene carefully:

The opponent's details were very detailed. Except for the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, he did not even leave Calvin with a rubbing of a shell.

But this smell was actually enough.

Calvin remembered this unique sour smell very clearly.

In addition to the standard type of explosive bombs commonly used by Astartes, the primer of the Siren armor-piercing bomb happened to use this substance.

Compared with ordinary gunpowder, its characteristics are high explosive combustion and high volatility, and an additional high intensity characteristic.

This characteristic makes it very expensive to passivate it and make it a stable military product for large-scale deployment, which even the Astartes cannot afford.

In Calvin's impression, except for the Siren armor-piercing bomb with an extremely heavy warhead, only the sniper bullets that are also owned by the Astartes but not commonly used will force its characteristics.

Well, the Assassin's Court also has this technology, but they obviously prefer the technology of the aliens, so they rarely use it.

Feeling the faint abnormality within a hundred meters around him, Calvin couldn't help but smile for his "good luck":

"The descendants of Corax! The Abusers? Who is the person in charge? I want to see him!"

As his voice came out, the obscure fluctuations in the air stagnated.

After a few suffocating seconds, several Astartes who were in stealth around him finally showed up at different angles.

This is a different power from the Night Lords that Calvin had encountered before:

In addition to the basic visual deception of light and darkness, Calvin also found some psychic stealth techniques similar to his own.

One, two, three, four, five.

Calvin remained calm and counted the iron-gray warriors occupying the advantageous attack points in front and behind.

Well, there are two, no, or three maintaining a sniper posture in the distance.

But with their style of doing things, this should not be all, and there are backup plans beyond his perception.

The Astartes in front of them did not move, maintaining the attitude of rising up at any time.

The power claws on their hands were obviously longer and narrower than the standard models, and the dark and sharp claw blades made Calvin miss his own thing, and at the same time he recognized their model - Black Crow Claws.

A particularly tall figure walked out from the center of them and stood 30 meters away from Calvin.

These former elite members of the Raven Guard were obviously the extermination troops who followed the aftermath of his psychic powers.

Knowing that Calvin had psychic qualities, they cautiously kept their distance from him.

"Who is you?"

Petty Officer Shar, the Invective's team commander, asked him.

Following his question, the silent warriors were silently fine-tuning their center of gravity.

A more dangerous intuition was stimulating Calvin's nerves. He could even smell in the wind that the sniper in the distance had his finger in front of the trigger.

"Inquisition, Order of the Holy Hammer, High-ranking Gray Knight, Calvin."

Facing the group of Astartes warriors and the weapons in their hands, he calmly said to the sergeant...

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"So, which satellite did you come from?"

Next to the track leading from the middle level of the hive to the industrial area of ​​the outer city, Shar, who was still leading the team, asked Calvin beside him.

"And you met our brother?"

he continued to ask. The road ahead became very dark, and behind him, the former Raven Guards were silently merging with the shadows.

"Yes." Calvin answered in the affirmative.

After listening to Calvin's words, Shar was silent for a moment, and then said:

"That was a member of our fifth team, and it was also the first batch of combat operations to save the planetary defense system. Unfortunately, it failed."

"You did your best."

Calvin gave a considerable degree of approval. He ignored the strange feeling that only he and Shar were left beside him, and continued the topic.

"So, how is Walder doing now? Is he okay?" Shar asked seemingly casually.

"It's Valk, he's fine now," Calvin replied, correcting the chief's mistake "with kindness."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped, and Calvin looked back firmly in the face of Shar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Ha! I remembered it wrong! Valk, although we belong to the same company, we rarely cooperate with each other."

Shar said he was careless, but his men were not idle.

Following his gesture, the Astartes who had quietly occupied the surprise position under the cover of shadow dispersed again.

If it weren't for Calvin's spiritual power and genetic induction, he wouldn't be able to detect the details.

He laughed it off and didn't pursue it further.

Anyone who has been fighting fiercely on a planet for ten years with the Night Lord who is good at raids and Alres who is good at conspiracy, if he can believe Calvin just because of a few code words of the Inquisition, then he has seen the devil. .

The doubts and temptations of these scolding warriors were already within his expectation. Apart from proving the rationality of these warriors, the situation in front of him was not really an extreme temptation.

"So, what's your purpose of coming?" Shaer obviously relaxed after the test, but he still pointed out their bottom line:

"Let's talk first. Our current strength is very weak and we don't have any extra troops to cooperate with the orders of the Tribunal. Regardless of your status, we will prioritize the execution of our tasks."

"Understandable." Calvin nodded in agreement and added:

"I arrived here due to an accidental teleportation. I have no orders at the moment. I just want to join your battle order."

"No problem, but what's the use of you alone?" Shar asked.

As if he was afraid that Calvin would not understand, he selectively described the information he knew to Calvin as an explanation to him:

"Our combat mode is special, and I don't think you can cooperate with us.

And we have missions on this trip, and we don’t have the ability to send you back to the company headquarters, so you may have to decide whether to stay or go on your own, sorry. "

"No no no"

Calvin denied the first words of the Shar, explaining seriously to the Astartes veteran:

"As you can see, every emperor's gold coin has its own use. I will not interfere with your battle rhythm. But if necessary, I can still deal with enemies that you are not good at facing."

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