Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Kill the false emperor! Cleanse the galaxy!"

The giant in the brass armor let out a deafening roar, and swung the blood-red and brass-embellished battle ax vigorously.

The red eyepiece on the ferocious brass helmet was shining, and wherever the heavy footsteps passed, the thick steel plates groaned.

Facing this terror was another equally tall silver-armored giant.

The distance of tens of meters was approaching in an instant, and the soldier's breathing rate did not even fluctuate. His slow but graceful defensive movements showed that he chose to face this terrifying impact head-on.

The right hand holding the shield slowly released and threw down the heavy shield. The moment the long and narrow sword hilt was held by both hands, a silver reverse cassock rose from the giant's feet!

boom!

The battle ax clashed with the sharp blade, and the wildly rotating gear bit the equally strong blade.

The two subconsciously pressed their weight forward, and felt the proximity of each other's strength in the groans of the floor beneath their feet.

The two figures who instantly switched attacks were reduced to afterimages in the eyes of mortals. The high-speed friction between the blade of the weapon and the armor caused sparks to appear.

The rhythm of the battle switched back and forth between the two men in a fast and slow way. The battle ax and the heavy sword were swung out, leaving numerous afterimages, and they overlapped into static pictures during the occasional wrestling.

Three breaths, this is the true combat rhythm of cold weapon melee combat.

The physical quality, experience and physical talent brought by training are fully amplified at this moment, and any small flaws among the three will cause the weak to have their heads taken away in an instant.

Three breaths is what can be called a long time in most real battles. In real fights, there is never any fairness after human intervention.

However, this battle is an exception. The gladiatorial fight in the iron cage is not a fight on the battlefield. The carefully selected targets are not only for targeted training of the target's skills, but also for certain research purposes.

Both sides fighting with all their strength were panting hard, and Superman's lungs were expanding violently to extract oxygen from the air.

Both of them confirmed the rare closeness of each other's strength in a few seconds of fighting. Since they could not complete a crushing kill, the battle was about to turn into a long confrontation.

This is not what they want, neither the choosers nor the chosen.

The two people pulled back in unison, gasping to regain their strength while creating enough space for the next thunderous strike.

die!

The golden-red figure erupted again, its arms as thick as a human waist wielding a tomahawk weighing a hundred pounds as light as nothing, and suddenly launched an offensive at the end of the breathing adjustment.

The silver-armored giant frowned as he looked at the oncoming attack. The attack was even stronger than at the beginning, which was obviously the result of deliberate concealment.

From a tactical point of view, he did successfully interrupt his breathing rhythm, but to say that the Gray Knight only has this skill would be to underestimate his accumulation.

The epee was once again held by both hands at the critical moment. With his chest raised, the giant's whole body's strength was concentrated in his hands.

At the last moment, he did not retreat but moved forward. At the same time, he strode forward and charged the heavy sword instantly. He reached forward with both hands and folded his wrists to exert force, sending a precise and powerful thunderous strike forward.

drink!

The battle ax passed over the low-down helmet of the silver-armored giant, and finally fell down weakly after rubbing against the upper end of the shoulder armor;

The opponent's epee thrust forward and hit the power armor's neck leaf, chopping in a small area to separate the head and neck it was guarding.

The battle was over. The tall silver-armored giant looked at the headless corpse that was slowly kneeling in front of him, and slowly regained his posture.

Severe breathing was the only source of sound in the cage, and even the crowd of spectators outside the cage remained eerily quiet.

Of course, this is just an appearance. The real cheers and appreciation do not rely on the air to spread. The obscure psychic fluctuations among the giants gathered in the hall are their home field.

"A clean sword! But there is an element of risk involved."

This is what the team's arbiter said about Calvin.

"The explosive power of dual-wielding weapons is commendable, but I still think your shield and sword skills are more reliable."

This is affirmation from battle brother Boris.

More comments appeared in an orderly manner in the psychic channel, and the protagonist of the battle took off his sweaty helmet after a fierce battle.

"Okay, I understand your opinion."

The young figure raised his hands and opened them to his comrades to indicate that the talk of battle was over.

While confirming the results of this training with the servitor beside him, he complained countless times in the psychic channel:

"In the name of the Emperor and Titan, I accept your advice, but please note, please call me Ser Sutherland, and don't call me Calvin again!"

"Okay, little Calvin!"

It is obviously not the first time that the comrades have encountered this scene, and the speed of their responses shows their persistence and proficiency in this topic.

There is some rare joy in the training ground other than iron and blood, but the price is a young man who is worried about his name...

This is the Titan home planet located near Holy Terra, thousands of meters deep underground, the Gray Knights' training ground dedicated to actual combat simulations.

Most of the prisoners of the Inquisition and the Gray Knights who were out fighting were here. In addition to waiting for their destined death as atonement, they laid the foundation for the growth of the new Gray Knights, which is where the little remaining value of these traitors lies.

Due to the excellent bloodline of some beings, the originally expected 50-year cultivation cycle on Titan's home planet was greatly advanced.

The unplanned growth of gene seeds and attached superhuman organs allowed the pharmacists to endure unexpected work pressure, but they also felt happy about the increase in the number of members of the battle group.

It was against this background that the first batch of Calvin's sons who were cultivated on Titan came to the world five years early.

Among the first batch of 100 people, except for the two unfortunates who were unable to inherit Calvin's bloodline and were burned to ashes, the remaining 98 seeds successfully survived the Holy Blood Trial.

Chief Grand Master Walden stood on the high veranda of the training ground, with Mars, the leader of the Purifiers, by his side.

"How much of the materials are left in this batch?"

Walden was not wearing a helmet, and the huge Holy Shield Terminator power armor was covered with complex and exquisite inscriptions and engravings.

Holy prayers were written with fine gold as the pen and the saint's ashes as the ink on the parchment paper under the purity seals, and were finally melted and fixed on the curved surface of the silver and black shoulder armor engraved with runes.

Under this cold and sacred armor, his old face looks quite abrupt, like an envoy pierced by divinity and steel, retaining a little human soul in the holiness.

"Fifty-six. Counting the one that was just "used", there are still fifty-five."

High-level Purifier Mars responded to his brother's inquiry in a low voice. In his pure and blazing faith, these traitors who surrendered to Chaos are no longer qualified to be called human beings and are only worthy of being counted with the word "only" to describe demons and beasts. .

The two leaders of the war group did not care about their life or death.

In the eyes of Mars, the Lord of Purification, the Chief Grand Master's concern for the recruits is unnecessary and obviously has other purposes.

Apart from the slightly immature combat skills of these recruits, the only thing that can attract the attention of the senior leaders of the battle group is the origin of these "training materials".

In fact, just as he expected, the topic in Grand Master Walden's mouth also extended along the lines of these trophies from Orpheus.

"The war there should be over."

"Yes, according to the existing information, that should be the case."

"This is a great victory for the Imperium over Chaos and the xenos."

Walden confirmed again, but Mars didn't see the look of joy on his brows.

"With the Emperor's protection, yes," he whispered, waiting for Walden to voice his concerns.

"A great victory must be accompanied by a feast for the division of the spoils."

Walden turned his gaze in the direction of the Storm Star Territory and expressed his most worrying question.

"And as a leader with a heavy mission, he must learn to separate himself from being a mere soldier."

"…………Yes"

Mars remained silent for a long time, but finally admitted this reality that he didn't like.

Faith is so pure in his eyes, but the contradictions in reality cannot be solved simply by faith.

His voice became hard. When such a matter that was beyond his ability was placed in front of him, he could only have absolute trust in the emperor's vision.

"This is his mission, and it is also an area that we cannot touch."

"Yes...that's all we can do to help him..."

Walden sighed in a low voice, and his voice echoed heavily among the sacred sculptures in the cloisters of the ancient Titan Monastery.

People only pay attention to what they care about. This is not a nonsense, but a sad statement.

Mortals are struggling with whether their faith in the God-Emperor is pure or not, because this is the only straw they can grasp when facing endless darkness;

Space Marines are dedicated to dedicating themselves to martial arts to obtain the meaning of their lives;

They can all place their troubles and confusions on faith and focus on completing their own missions without worrying about the fate of the entire human race.

But unlike the Primarchs, they did not have such luck.

These demigods, second only to the Emperor himself in the imperial power hierarchy, have been very clear tools of power in the eyes of the Emperor since their birth.

They also had different personalities and souls, but they had no choice but to participate in the grand cause of the Great Expedition under mandatory orders as soon as they were recovered.

Their noble blood and powerful abilities bring with them an inherent heavy mission, so how many of them are truly devoted to the emperor's cause?

How many people are truly willing to participate in the Emperor's grand vision has become a mystery in the history of the Empire that may never be known.

But Calvin didn't have this trouble, or at this time he could understand the situation of those brothers to a certain extent:

The complicated administrative documents were as endless as an ocean. Even after processing the batch in front of him, there were still more waiting for his review.

After the war, Orps was in dire straits, and two huge sectors were also beginning to rebuild;

Soldiers who have made meritorious service in war need rewards commensurate with their bravery;

Allies who gave generously when Calvin's resources were scarce also needed corresponding remuneration.

He was too busy to think about the meaning of being busy;

He was too tired. After dozens of days of high-intensity work, there was almost no rest time. Even if he was as strong as a demigod, he would eventually get tired.

"Change the candles here. I will continue working here after the lunch break."

Calvin explained his needs to the servo skull floating behind him, then stretched his body and walked out of the office door.

The two gray knights who were guarding him held their halberds in the middle and saluted him as the door opened.

The bureaucrats and department representatives waiting to be received in the corridor also knelt down in two rows as soon as they saw him.

Calvin nodded and continued walking outside.

The adjutant Allen following behind him was still confirming his next itinerary:

"You only have one hour to rest. Representatives of the sector fleet are waiting for your reception. The fleet from Reza Forge World is also about to return, and you need to say a final farewell."

"ok, ok, I got it."

Calvin raised his hand to stop the adjutant's report, and instead focused his limited energy on the direction he cared about:

“How is the Titan 2 project progressing?

Where are the experimental samples I want?

Have the training materials sent to Titan been delivered?

When will the latest recruits arrive in the Tempest Sector? "

Questions rained down on Allen, but fortunately they couldn't stump this outstanding and dedicated officer.

Allen briefly recalled the list of information he had noted, and then gave the relevant information progress:

“The laboratory on Titan 2 is almost completed and is just waiting for the choir to perform the closing prayer ceremony;

The "Slaver" experimental sample has departed from Calixis and should have arrived near Sepra Mundi;

The training progress of the new recruits is normal. Judging from the feedback from Titan, the first batch of 98 members have received good feedback from the training. It is expected that they can arrive at Titan II within the year to enrich the guard force there. "

Calvin stopped and looked back at the diligent child.

"Hmm...who is responsible for the protection of experimental samples?

I hear the Eye of Terror is having a hard time lately.

These samples are so small that if lost, there are few alternatives. "

"The Reviled Chapter has taken over the job. The nearest team has already joined the Inquisition personnel. There should be no surprises."

Allen replied that these were all problems he had thought of in advance and had made corresponding plans when dealing with them.

"Very good, you did a good job."

Calvin no longer concealed his approval of Allen's work, turned his head and reached out to pat his shoulder.

The power armor on the latter's body is extremely simple. Apart from the Holy Sword logo on the breastplate that stores the holy scriptures on the chest, only the Orpheus Battle emblem is embellished on the shield on the left shoulder.

This gap in qualifications is what the Sons of Calvin have in common, and it is also proof of their lack of honor as the new generation of Gray Knights.

But this is not important in Calvin's eyes. Seniority is only one of the ways that ability and loyalty are proven, but it is by no means the only one.

What's more, under his leadership, he has absolute confidence to fill these gaps one by one in the days to come.

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