Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

War is like a glass of freshly brewed strong wine, the excitement of blood and fire will be unforgettable for everyone who is lucky enough to drink it;

But whether you are a mortal or a hero, your deep impression on it is only when you hold the first glass of wine in your mouth.

Against the backdrop of the deep sky dominated by cold black tones, Calvin stood for a long time in the white-gold dome hall of the Redeemer of the Dead.

The incident spectrum of the light-sensitive crystal on the porthole is deliberately adjusted, making the firelight shining in the atmosphere of the distant planet Storm appear soft.

"What's your impression of them?"

Calvin didn't look back and asked a question without beginning or end.

The silver brocade-woven curtains snaked down from the several-meter-high window, like a metal waterfall fixed by time, and finally flowed at the feet of this silver giant.

"A violent life, a disaster for all sentient beings in the galaxy."

Allen lowered his head and thought for a moment before seriously answering the test from the Gene Father.

"Is that all?"

The owner of the voice seems to have entrusted his spirit to the starlight outside the window, leaving only his body and voice here.

"And their special culture or...spiritual nature"

Speaking of this, Allen recalled the scene of fighting the orcs:

These tyrannical and cunning races have traits called tyranny and cruelty that overflow from their very bones.

These inhuman traits have nothing to do with the environment in which they grew up. They can only come from their genetic level, or from deeper places.

"So, you believe that they are intelligent beings, right? Just like our feelings after our spirits collide with them, their spirits are equally real."

"What do you want to express?" Allen raised his head and looked at Calvin's back.

"You gave us life, and you taught us to be loyal to the Emperor."

"It's me," Calvin admitted.

"But now you admit the existence of their beliefs?"

The 3-meter-tall silver-armored giant couldn't help but step forward, and was immediately frightened by the offense against his creator.

"There is no contradiction," replied Calvin.

"But this means that you also recognize the existence of their gods."

Allen asked stubbornly.

"Yes. I don't deny their existence. Just like we must admit that we are only the inheritors of this galaxy, not the creators."

Calvin withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the eldest son in front of him, and spoke his thoughts to the young Gray Knight.

"We were born of the Emperor's final gift to humanity.

We are humanity’s struggle against the reality of existence in this universe.

We dare to face any cruel reality.

We, too, should become sharp knives cutting through other gods under the belief in the Emperor. "

Allen slowly knelt down, and his burly body expressed his respect to Calvin with the most pious Aquila salute.

"As you think, it is our wish."

Calvin smiled, and this wonderful internal discussion came to an end:

“See, we are not lying to ourselves, stubbornly blinding ourselves with lies and refusing to face reality.

On the contrary, we know clearly that our enemies are terrible, but we are still willing to face them.

And only such true bravery can fulfill the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor.

We are never afraid, even if the road ahead is bleak;

We are never confused, even if the road is long and difficult.

This is the meaning of our existence. "

Calvin's gaze became distant again, and in the collision with the orc's will, the two giant statues projected in the subspace, with their heads and tails invisible, appeared in his mind again.

Brutal and cunning, cunning and tyrannical.

hehe. Calvin chuckled and clenched the war hammer in his hand.

Then let fate decide, decide the final ownership of this universe, and decide the fate of the two races who will stay and who will go.

The battle on the Star Fortress continues, and the offensive on Storm itself has begun.

From Calvin's perspective, ever since humans ignited the war to the last core of the defense system, their strategic purpose has been achieved.

The stationing of the Astra Militarum was not so much about wiping out the orcs there as it was about temporarily silencing the unavoidable Star Fortress on the eve of the attack on Storm itself.

The victory or defeat of that city is not worth mentioning to the empire. When the large army is projecting power to the planet, it can complete the goal without destroying it.

The choice before Calvin now actually has nothing to do with whether to stay in Star Castle. What he is struggling with at this time is the whereabouts of the main force of the orcs.

The existence of the Battle Moon may be like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's heads.

The uncertainty it brought prevented Calvin from rashly deploying his main force.

This conversation with Allen confirmed his inner thoughts.

"Inform Moloch and leave this attack to his command. I'm waiting for good news from him in orbit."

"Your will."

Allen responded to Calvin's order and prepared to deliver it.

But looking at Calvin's back, he still couldn't help but ask about the Gray Knight's mission.

"What about us?"

"We?" Calvin seemed to be saying to himself, and seemed to be responding to Allen's question:

"We're right here, we're not going anywhere. We're right here, waiting for our enemies to come."

"yes!"

After receiving confirmation, Allen turned around and left, conveying this order representing Calvin's strategic judgment downwards.

The Astartes in the assembly hall of the strike fleet had suffered some damage from the previous battles.

But they were still organized into battle groups, standing on the heavy metal floor like a steely jungle.

Calvin's order had arrived. Moloch, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating, received the news from the communicator. He suddenly stood up with his burly inhuman body and called other chapter leaders on standby:

"In the name of the Emperor! The Titans are summoned! I am responsible for this strike.

Listen to my orders below!

Combat cruiser orbital bombardment begins immediately!

Within an hour, I will see that only our artillery fire exists in the northern hemisphere of Storm! "

Following his order, the gates at the bottom of the orbiting battleship for the release of large bombs and airdrop pods were opened one by one.

The dense bombs like raindrops are like pieces of dark clouds, falling from space into the atmosphere!

The cruiser's weapon array, which had adjusted its shooting posture in advance, was even more busy.

The locomotive-sized warheads in the macro cannons, which are several meters thick and more than 100 meters long, are hoisted and loaded.

As the crane matched the rear half of the gun barrel with the fixed front section on the outside of the battleship, the gunners dragged the trigger lead and ran towards the bunker in the cabin.

When the firing order on the bridge was issued on time, the gunners immediately pressed the triggers of the huge macro cannons and began bombarding Storm's mainland!

The orcs on the ground were like an invisible green tide, having already regained their morale from the previous regular fire duty.

In their simple brains, there is now only contempt for humans and the expectation of war.

When the first round of macro-cannon shells caught up with the large bomb that was still landing, and within a few breaths of throwing the former away, the entire continent was occupied by a mushroom cloud filled with iron and fire!

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