Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"So, I have really become an exception with no rules to follow?"

Calvin laughed at himself at his situation, almost ignoring the thought that had passed through his mind before.

Looking at the envoy of the Forbidden Army who represented the will of the Tower of Hegemony in front of him, his words continued the topic from the stagnant air.

Nicholas breathed a sigh of relief, and the gradually increasing heartbeat in the power armor began to slowly relax.

Even if he was mentally prepared before arriving, the thought that he was about to interfere with the authority of a Primarch and face the possible wrath was still beyond Nicholas' ability.

This is also the special nature of Calvin, which allowed the Tower of Hegemony to dare to try this after repeated internal discussions;

If it were any other of the Primarchs, Nicholas would never dare to attempt to touch their will without the Emperor's order.

Nicholas never had the chance to experience the horror of facing the wrath of a Legion-era Primarch.

But even in those difficult seconds, Nicholas, who had no psychic perception at all, still felt helpless in the middle of a furious sea.

It was a silent tide surging under the seemingly calm surface of the sea. It was a force that could destroy the world, violently surging in the darkness that could not be seen but could be felt.

There will be no next time, Nicholas told himself.

But he immediately remembered with a wry smile that accompanying Calvin's growth was his long-term mission.

The two maintained a subtle tacit understanding on the previous topic and avoided talking about his core rights;

The conversation that followed seemed to be about other matters, but the meaning of the words was still within the scope of certain things.

"You have always been an exception. The Emperor has been generous to you precisely because He expects so much from you."

Nicholas struggled to maintain a calm tone, and even had to deliberately control the frequency of his heart.

This is his second transgression in a short period of time.

Discussing his relationship with the Emperor in the presence of a Primarch, Nicholas swore that this was something no Custodes had ever done before.

"Hmm...that's an interesting statement."

Calvin's smile remained unchanged, but the waves in his silver-gray eyes were surging.

He was not one of those brothers who had followed the Emperor in battles since the Great Crusade, so he naturally did not have a huge legion and corresponding unquestionable achievements and status.

He has clearly understood this from the beginning, and is always reminding himself not to be arrogant beyond his abilities;

But when will it start?

Or what gives these mortals courage!

Talking about his relationship with the Emperor in front of him?

Am I too tolerant?

Or is it that excessive weakness makes some people think that he is an object that can be manipulated?

Huge anger accumulated in his heart, and the air in the hall seemed to be frozen, making the breathing of the Forbidden Army Captain clearly audible.

In the huge hull of the Angel of Punishment, starting from the most recent Alan Janus, all the sons of Calvin truly felt the anger from the Gene Father;

Silver light slowly lit up from each pair of eyes, and the shame and anger they felt made them stop what they were doing and clenched the weapons in their hands.

call! drink!

The Gray Knights murmured echoes of the Gene Father's sentiments as the storm continued to brew, Legion mode spontaneously activated by the soul's fury.

On the ice-blue dharma ring, the lifelike carved osmanthus leaves are lighting up one by one. On the soul projection on the other side of the subspace, a silver-black moon is appearing rapidly in the void from small to large.

A passing Tzeentch daemon, traveling through the warp with a disembodied ideology;

When this huge celestial body appeared in front of it, the gentle but fierce silver light swept across the surroundings.

The demon had no time to react in a hurry, and was illuminated by the silver moonlight, forcibly manifesting its form in the physical universe.

Ga?

The purifying flames that penetrated the soul were immediately ignited from its origin. Covered in flames, it only had time to blink in confusion before disappearing silently into this dangerous space.

Wave……!

After absorbing the existence of the Tzeentch demon, the moon burped with satisfaction and disappeared again into the twisted darkness of the warp without the concept of time and space.

In the distant realm of the gods, a certain demon prince with two bird heads was also looking at the scepter in his hand with his eyes looking back in the past in confusion.

"That's not right...do it again?"

Its other bird looking into the future turned its head to the side:

Suddenly, a group of bird-headed demons that were used as test subjects and were several sizes smaller than it, like frightened chickens, crowded around each other and retreated in terror...

In reality, Calvin raised his eyebrows. This unexpected gain finally temporarily drew his attention away from his uncontrollable anger.

When Calvin came back to his senses, he looked at the Forbidden Army Captain who was sweating profusely in front of him, and couldn't blame him after all.

Nicholas is already tall enough, nearly 3.1 meters tall when wearing armor. In the eyes of others, he is the incarnation of the Emperor's Angel.

But in Calvin's eyes at this time, the difference between them can no longer be described in physical terms.

The difference between the two of them at the soul level was even greater than the difference between the battleship under their feet and him.

His current state was like a transparent book in Calvin's eyes. His struggle and restraint were like the power servo working at high speed on his body. From beginning to end, he was just for self-preservation and had to struggle to maintain body functions. balance.

The fear hidden in the deepest part of his soul was just as common as when all mortals faced him. It was just the pride of being a servant of the Emperor, barely maintaining his dignity.

Yes, it is precisely because he is such a special being that those mortals who have been harmed by Horus are so wary of him without checks and balances.

The Imperium could no longer withstand a second rebellion, and its institutions could no longer accept another new Primarch after entering the mortal age.

"So, I need to understand His difficulties and try not to destroy the original structure when the empire is struggling to maintain, right?"

Nicholas, who felt like years, finally waited for Calvin's answer before sweat blurred the corners of his eyes.

He looked at the demigods in front of him, and for the first time he understood the origin of Marshal Trajan's complicated and powerless tone when he mentioned these original bodies.

Hate it?

fear?

fear?

Powerless?

All the negative emotions hidden under the pride of the adamantine ambition were completely torn apart at this moment and placed in front of Nicholas.

The differences and barriers between humans and gods caused a huge wavering in his will.

Without the protection of his faith in the Emperor, it would have been almost impossible for him to face the ugliness of his soul at this moment.

Faith is loyalty, and loyalty is gift.

The correctness of this prayer was vividly reflected in him at this moment.

Only by believing in that divine existence wholeheartedly can Nicholas at this time eliminate the inferiority caused by realizing his own insignificance, and face the behemoth in front of him with the detachment after giving up himself.

"Yes, Calvin...your highness." Nicholas said.

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