Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"There is news from the advance fleet!"

In the huge petal-shaped building, the leader of the astropaths sent a signal from the life-saving cabin, transmitting the perceived scene, and then fell into a deep dream again.

This is already the old man's fourth hundred years of service on the King of Raptors. Physical mutation and decline have made him give up the right to step out of the life-sustaining cabin.

Under the transformation of the medical staff, he has been permanently bound to the Raptor King like his family's predecessors.

The young astropaths attached to him translated his perceptions into words, which were then given to the Space Marines at his side.

Seeing one of the two Astartes in charge of guarding taking the information away, the young man relaxed a little.

There are still more than ten hours until the end of the shift, and he still has plenty of energy.

After slightly adjusting his mental state and reconfirming the anchor point of reality, he re-entered the consciousness space and began to patiently listen and identify the sounds echoing among the stars.

And after he closed his eyes, the Astartes warrior in red power armor remaining behind him also quietly released his finger on the trigger of the bolt gun.

Everything is business as usual, nothing happened.

On the waterway in the subspace corresponding to the northern Katyn Sector, the huge body of the Bird of Prey Star Fortress is leading the way, sailing in the endless subspace with a large fleet of seven strike cruisers.

Balthasar, who was sitting on the throne of the hall above the atrium and under the dome, slowly opened his eyes.

In his commanding view, an Astartes warrior approached him holding a parchment blessed with holy oil.

"News from the bridge? Where is it?"

The current leader of the Fire Eagle Chapter asked in a low voice.

Since the grand fleet set off from the Krieg system, as the fleet commander, he has been sleepless for nearly 20 Terran standard cycles.

The affairs of the fleet were innumerable, and even after being filtered through layers of officers and staff, there were still countless things handed over to him.

Fortunately, the operation of the large fleet gradually got on track with the schedule. Ten days after the fleet set off, he could finally take a break.

"Reply from the advance fleet!" The Astartes who came to report was concise and to the point, but the first word he spoke made Balthasar perk up.

"Read!" He gave the order quickly.

"Titan has been successfully recovered!"

He was relieved by the words of the Astartes warrior, but he felt a little regretful after he relaxed.

"Emperor's blessing!" He couldn't help but say, then looked at the soldiers waiting for his further orders and asked:

"Is there any other information? Does the original body have any orders?"

"Yes!" the Astartes responded.

"read!"

As he spoke, the burly man stood up and straightened his posture to show respect for the original gene.

After he stood up, the Astartes who was delivering the order also lowered his head and began to read aloud:

"Titan's Order:

1. Move your troops closer to the northern theater and establish contact with the Northern Fleet as soon as possible!

2. Act accordingly, try your best to lure Lyak's enemies out of the defense system, and cooperate with the Northern Fleet to destroy them!

3. If the first goal cannot be achieved, drive them in my direction as much as possible, and my troops will arrive soon! "

"Gone?"

Balthasar was full of energy and widened his eyes to confirm with the messenger.

It was a great regret for him that he was unable to participate in the crucial battle in which the Primarch was recovered;

But Calvin's order came shortly afterwards, which cheered him up again after he smelled the smell of war!

"Gone."

The messenger lowered his head to confirm again, and then replied to him.

"Star map!" Balthasar ordered.

The servo skull suspended on standby took off in response, shooting a light curtain in front of the throne from the left eye of the skull, projecting the current position of the fleet from a holographic perspective.

"right here!"

Looking at the jump point where the fleet had just left Katyn, there was a large blank space beyond that. Balthasar reached out and pointed to the Mermoth V star system on the edge of the Lyak sector.

There, the Northern Fleet's declaration of war had already begun with the first cannon fire on the Killer.

And the Krieg fleet is only half a day away from the battlefield there.

He had a mission before, so he could naturally turn a blind eye to the war here.

Now that Calvin's order has been issued, he is naturally willing to join the battlefield here and deliver a fatal blow to the traitors of Chaos!

"Give me the order!"

"1. Convey the Titanic Order to all battle groups!

2. I demand that the command authority be unified from now on, and be ready to launch a naval battle at any time! !

3. Order the Astropath to contact the Northern Fleet immediately and inquire about the location of the enemy’s main force!

Order the navigator to find the nearest favorable position and be ready to guide the large fleet to jump out! "

Between the large fleets in the subspace, the Astropaths reported the news from the Raptor King to their respective commanders.

Following Balthasar's voice, orders to prepare for war were later issued to all levels of commanders of the entire fleet.

The Astartes tactical teams on duty were the first to respond. From their respective garrison positions, each team went to the bridge to repeatedly confirm the status of the team and the inventory of weapons and ammunition at the garrison point;

The members of the second-level tactical team preparing for battle walked out of the common rooms at various nodes in the ship. After arriving at the maintenance hall, they waited for other comrades under the watchful eyes of the chapter leader and company chief officer;

More Astartes warriors began to wake up from hibernation. They climbed up from the bed silently, walked to the weapon display rack, and began to put on various components of the power armor with the help of automatic instruments and servitors.

The mechanical priests were also busy, and the fleet's engines were once again given the blessing ceremony before the battle to appease the excited machine spirits;

The stasis field in the relic room was opened in strict accordance with the sacred binary program. After those veterans who had fallen into dormancy were awakened, one after another thick mechanical arms lifted up the sarcophagi where they lived and put them into into a steel body called the Holy Fearless.

When the final blessing mark was branded, all components of the power armor and the fearless armed machine arm were activated, completed and inspected.

These most powerful warriors in the empire also walked out of their respective cabins, merged silently into the torrent of steel marching in the corridor, and walked towards the preparation hall with uniform steps.

More than 3,000 Astartes warriors, including more than 200 Terminators and more than 60 Holy Dreadnoughts, were assembled on eight ships, including the Raptor King, within half an hour.

The various weapon sequences and vehicle decks in other parts of the ship are also ready after the intense preparation process is completed.

When the various parts of the fleet were in place, the information passed through the hands of the astropaths and finally gathered in the atrium of the Raptor King.

Balthasar stood up from the throne and commanded confidently in front of the seven screens that had completed communication links with each battleship and were synchronized in real time:

"In the name of the Emperor and the Titans! I declare! The fleet has officially entered the state of war! When the combat operation reaches zero with the warp jump, the countdown has officially begun! The operation code name is Punishment Iron Rain!"

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