Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

War is an eternal topic, and it is also a topic that every citizen of the Empire in the post-Emperor era cannot escape from from birth to death.

It is like a bell that keeps ringing, giving different people in the same star zone and galaxy completely different feelings according to the distance.

Orpheus is the same, without any exception.

For the people living in Amara, the capital world of the star zone ruling center:

War is the tension from the distant other side; it is the occasional fluctuation of prices in the trading market; it is the administrative order of overtime and adjustment of holidays that is occasionally notified by the work unit; it is the after-dinner talk in the neighboring star zone that is close at hand but far away.

But for this group of lucky people, war does not mean bloodshed and death.

Different people have different fates. The citizens of the Empire living on the edge of the star zone do not have such luck.

For them, war is another kind of feeling from the spot:

It is the panic of being in danger from day to day; it is the bad news of the fall of the city where distant relatives and friends live; it is the embarrassment of not being able to guarantee food and fresh water; it is the death that is everywhere but follows like a shadow.

Katyn, the northern theater of the Orpheus sector, is also the galaxy capital world of the sector's northern fleet's defense line against the Chaos, and is shrouded in such an atmosphere.

The Northern Fleet, led by Admiral Ernest Joseph, a high-ranking general of the Imperial Navy's Orpheus Fleet, is relying on the defense system of this galaxy to maintain a balance with the Chaos Fleet with difficulty.

In 754.M39 of the Imperial Calendar, several decades have passed since the tragic Corridor War of the Imperial Fleet.

Today's Northern Fleet and the Katyn galaxy defense line they are stationed in are no longer the same as before.

After receiving limited support from the Empire, the size of the fleet has barely reached the minimum defense standard.

Although it still does not have the ability to actively seek combat, it has improved a lot compared to the initial days when it was difficult to maintain the defense of the galaxy with three surprises a day.

In the dome hall of the Holy Word battleship, the flagship of the Orpheus Northern Fleet, on the orbit of the Katyn capital world.

Vice Admiral Ernest Joseph was holding his admiral's scepter, standing under the star map in front of him for a long time, lost in the long thinking of this long chess game.

This was a normal life in his life in the past ten years, and it was also a microcosm of the life of the soldiers in the northern theater represented by him.

The war has been going on here for decades, and there is no hope of ending.

Against the backdrop of the short average life expectancy of ordinary citizens in the empire, this resistance to chaos and aliens will surely occupy the memories of several generations.

Since taking over the defense here, this noble-born, 150-year-old general has never had a complete sleep.

The initial war started from the edge of the Hassan sector and spread to the entire sector in a very short time.

The orcs' offensive came so fiercely and suddenly that the Orphic fleet could not even complete the assembly, and watched its neighbors, who were also Orphic's actual allies, fall completely.

As the central star district of the five major star districts established at the same time, after losing the Hassan star district as a strategic depth, the next war will inevitably burn towards the Orpheus mainland.

But the star district has no power to stop the orcs' attack.

Because Orpheus, which has never been in a war crisis, has provided additional supplies to the outside world for three thousand years to support other wars in the Storm Star Region.

The senior generals of the star district's defense force have proposed the maintenance and maintenance of the fleet and the rectification of surrounding defenses more than once.

But under the huge economic pressure, the Orpheus family, which dominates the power of the star district, finally chose to give up.

The bitter fruit of this inaction, after hundreds of years of delay, was finally tasted by their descendants.

When the war boss of the Hassan star district led the overwhelming orc fleet and rushed to the star district with an unstoppable offensive.

The governor of this star district could only watch his fleet, which was less than half of the establishment, helpless.

Yes, in the Imperial Navy's setting for large star zone defense fleets, a full complement of more than 20 medium and large ships, including at least five battleships, is the size that Orpheus should have.

But at that time, the number of warships that met the standard in Orpheus was only 12, of which there were only three battleships.

Even so, one-third of the ships that lost their maneuverability and could only serve as artillery in orbit were excluded...

Needless to say, the subsequent wars, the Orpheus fleet, which fought and retreated, exerted its limited forces to the extreme in decades.

They relied on the defense system of the border galaxy and the unity of the local military and civilians to barely resist the endless number of orcs and the exponentially increasing invasion intensity.

But at this time, in the ruins of the Leyak star zone, which was completely opposite to the Hassan star zone, news of the appearance of the Chaos Fleet came.

Although the Storm Star Zone did not pay attention to the threat here at that time, there were many visionaries in the military command and the navy.

With their efforts, the Storm Sector authorities symbolically dispatched three cruisers from the Sector Grand Fleet to provide support.

However, the situation of being attacked from both sides still made the Sector unable to continue.

The main force of the Sector Fleet could only run repeatedly and in vain between two completely opposite war zones.

Coupled with the premeditated corruption and infiltration of Chaos, it eventually led to the tragedy of the famous "Corridor Sea Battle".

Ernest Joseph's promotion from rear admiral of a battleship to vice admiral was accomplished under such a precarious background.

If he had a choice, he would rather not give up this position that symbolized glory and power in exchange for a relatively stable ending in the second half of his life.

But fate is so cruel, and he, who has been in the army for generations, cannot retreat when the empire's survival is critical.

The military situation was so intense that from the moment he was promoted to lieutenant general to when he was ordered to take over full political power in the northern theater, there were only a few minutes required for the ceremony;

The war was raging. It took him the longest fifteen years of his life to go from the embarrassment of only three warships when he accepted the Northern Fleet to the fact that the fleet has more than doubled and is now able to resist the invasion of Chaos.

Today, Lieutenant General Joseph is much older than his actual age. The life-extending surgery originally scheduled for 50 years may have to be carried out in advance.

But the price is worth it. The stable defense situation in the northern theater has given the entire sector a rare respite.

Under his leadership, the Northern Fleet, relying on the fortress defense system of the Katyn galaxy, achieved brilliant results.

With less than one-half the number of enemy ships, they have repelled several waves of attacks by the Chaos fleet, winning nearly half a year of peace for the entire northern theater.

During this period, more labor and construction materials were continuously gathered from the rear, and then a new defense system was built behind Kating.

The strategic void behind the Katyn Galaxy, which was originally undefendable and smooth, finally had a glimmer of room for error amid the Northern Fleet's desperate defense at all costs.

But the enemy would not do nothing. The recent frontal situation was too calm, so calm that Joseph instinctively felt something strange.

In his eyes, this was not so much a respite from the enemy's long-term attack. Joseph preferred to believe that a larger offensive was being brewed.

The information from the Tribunal also confirmed part of his conjectures:

In the lost forge world of Nazreim, a new and unknown model of huge warship is being built.

The specific information on that kind of battleship has not yet been obtained, but Joseph can imagine its brutality just from the picture of it lying in the berth with its main gun almost as long as the keel!

What is this?

A battleship equipped with huge cannons?

Or is it a giant cannon equipped with a battleship engine?

But no matter what, when this battleship is completed and carries the destructive heavy artillery to the Katyn defense front line, the pattern of war will be permanently rewritten!

A heavy-duty warship purely designed to attack the permanent defense system!

Under the threat of this new sword, Katin and the new defense behind it are meaningless.

You must take the initiative!

The admiral's scepter made of pure gold banged heavily on the table, frightening the staff working beside him and also attracting the attention of the entire hall to focus on him.

It must be destroyed before it reaches the battlefield!

This was the final conclusion that Joseph came to, and it was also the biggest reason for the desire to die in his eyes.

"Whatever the cost!"

These two words were used as a conclusion at the corner of his mouth, and finally turned into words and spit out, which shocked the young staff officer beside him.

He did not dare to ask the commander in front of him where his words came from, but he could smell the endless blood in these two words.

The Katyn Fortress under the starry sky was still calm when it opened, but Joseph knew that the pace of war had arrived.

Different from the increasingly tense atmosphere here, there is a greater force moving forward in the subspace from Krieg to Orps, passing through Chilos.

A large mixed fleet composed of seven strike cruisers built by the Krieg Industrial System and the Fire Eagle Chapter's own Raptor King star fortress are rushing towards Orps in a silent but oppressive manner.

The Hammer of Order, the Shield of Order, the Spear of Order, and the Sword of Order are four first-generation products of the Krieg Shipyard named after Order;

Plus three second-generation cruisers: Daybreak Light, Dawnfire, and Blood Rebirth;

A total of seven large patrol ships surrounded the King of Raptors in the posture of stars over the moon, carrying 3,500 Astartes warriors among them, coming from afar in a standard marching array.

The subspace fluctuations caused by such a huge fleet are almost comparable to half of a large fleet in the sector.

What is even more frightening to those in the know is the Astartes Chapter logo that these battleships all carry.

This is composed of four battle groups, with at least one complete battle group and ten companies advancing in armed force.

Dozens of planets and hundreds of astropaths in the Chilos sector were all shocked by the majesty of the fleet.

They fell into an unspeakable silence that could not be calmed down until the fleet's tail flame had disappeared for a long time.

The meaning of such a neat action is self-evident.

This situation immediately aroused high vigilance among the entire Storm Star Territory authorities, including the Tribunal.

The Astartes warriors are not only the sharpest swords of the Empire, but also the deepest nightmare of the Empire.

The Empire's attitude towards them is so ambivalent simply because the Empire has never truly achieved complete control over these superhuman warriors.

Without control and obedience, there is no trust and support.

This is also the significance of Guilliman’s setting of the Codex Astartes:

A self-restraint that you know and I know; a shackles of self-imprisonment with the tacit understanding of both parties.

That's all.

He clearly knew that a group purely based on force would not be able to sustain itself for a long time and would sooner or later fall into self-destruction.

Therefore, an imperial government composed purely of Astartes is completely unfeasible.

The opposite is also true. The Legiones Astartes clearly exist, but they can neither be trusted nor make good use of them.

A government completely unable to control the Astartes is also a dead end.

The Imperium and the Astartes must try to re-establish trust between themselves, especially in the turbulent millennia immediately following the Heresy.

No matter who they are, they can no longer bear more losses.

But now, this fragile balance has been blatantly broken.

The empire can paralyze itself and accept individual founding war groups rejecting the "Holy Code" for various reasons, because it proves that they at least still have the desire to explain and the need to be trusted.

But the Empire cannot accept the blatant alliance of a group of second- and even third-generation Astartes Chapters, because that means that the highest order of the Empire's military force is leaving their control.

This is something even more terrifying than the complete fall of Orps itself.

The journey of the Astartes fleet from Krieg continues.

But before they actually achieve their goal, the impact of their existence has spread like ripples to the distance.

In the Storm Star Territory, as well as the Terran Council that received emergency notification further away, countless people are destined to be unable to sleep tonight because of their presence.

This was an extraordinary night, because there were countless pairs of eyes wandering between Terra and them.

Everyone is waiting for the final results of the High Lords Council after dawn.

Because that means the empire's view of them, and some more essential logic hidden behind it.

Compromise or confrontation.

They are two completely opposite options that the High Lords Council is about to make.

The former means the end of the era of mortal rule. The old armed groups will continue Horus's last wish and completely lead the empire to an out-of-control chariot composed of military rule;

The latter means the tragic end of this fleet. The High Lords Council must use the most severe means to deal with them to declare the firm position of the mortals represented by the High Lords.

Only in this way can we frighten those who come after us and maintain the legal rationality of the unified empire.

A huge political storm is about to arise.

And as the initiator of this storm, and the possible direct victim.

The soldiers in the distant fleet were still kept in the dark and had no way of knowing what was happening on Terra.

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