Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Um?"

The scale of the energy stirred up by the two sides was so huge that in the remote and silent galaxy of Verax, they were like two candles of different colors in the darkness, attracting each other's attention immediately.

"Increase the power of the warp tides!"

Typhons cried out that his ship, the Plague End, had not yet been able to pass through the portal to the warp.

In the context of the emergence of unknown forces in the orbit of the planet, this will not only make his next actions likely to be suppressed, but will also cause him to lose the strategic maneuverability of the entire galaxy except for the planet under his feet!

"Psychic Choir! Suppress this subspace wave!"

Calvin was keenly aware of the huge surge of demonic flames coming from the direction of the surface. It was obvious that the ritual there had reached a critical moment.

"We must not let the other side succeed (destroy)!"

The sparks of will of the commanders of the two armies crossed hundreds of kilometers of space at this moment, and thought of one direction at the same time.

"Should we initiate the excommunication trial process?"

The mortal captain of the Angel of Punishment immediately asked Calvin for instructions, but considering the remains of saints buried beneath the episcopal world, Calvin ultimately rejected his proposal.

The air on the quiet bridge began to freeze. Under the watchful eyes of the commanders, the psychic intervention forces of both sides began a head-on competition.

One positive and one negative, one silver and one green, the two forces, the moment they noticed each other, began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with each other on the spiritual level.

Hundreds of Death Guards and an equal number of Nurgle Daemons, surrounded by millions of tainted ones, prayed to the Father's Garden with their souls screaming at the top of their lungs.

Hundreds of psykers were carefully selected and trained by the Empire, and were linked to the Emperor's spiritual energy through mysterious rituals in the Star Torch Court;

With the help of the psionic amplification matrix covering the eight-kilometer-long body of the Angel of Punishment;

Forcefully confront this force head-on and suppress the increasingly huge energy tide!

After all, the strength of the body cannot compete with machinery, and the impurities in the souls of millions of people cannot compete with the purity amplified by the psychic matrix.

What's more, destruction is much easier than construction. The face of Typhons, the Lord of Demonic Flies, hidden under his helmet, was constantly twitching as he watched the demonic flames with the power of corruption become increasingly dim.

Heartbroken, he took out a soul crystal from the pocket on his waist. Imprisoned in the bright crystal was the soul sacrifice he had prepared for his future ascension to the devil.

His plan here must be completed!

Typhons threw the crystal into the crucible on the central altar of the ceremony and witnessed the wailing of countless mortal souls and the annihilation of the soul of the most valuable saint.

His obsession with ascending to the devil and his father's resentment towards him and Mortarion for being generous in rewards after the Death Guard converted have always been his heart ailments.

And the hidden contempt for him by those Nurgle's followers and the possibility of countless deaths in the future prophecies;

Let this man, from the day he became an Astartes, hide a greedy and downright refined egoist;

He always hopes to be favored by Nurgle, so as to obtain the immortality that truly belongs to the devil.

The prayers leading to the Garden of Nurgle became loud again, and the evil god himself, who was obsessed with the evolution and mutation of the disease, finally cast his terrifying gaze on this place.

"Prayer before battle!"

Calvin sensed the emergence of the huge force deep in the subspace, and knew the threat of pollution here.

Leading a group of Gray Knights on the array in the teleportation hall, they first knelt down on one knee to the emperor's icon at the end of the hall.

Along with the process of concentrating on Calvin, the Gray Knight's psychic powers also resonated with his colleagues in the Psychic Choir as they swore an oath to the Emperor.

In the direction of Terra in the subspace, the star torch representing human civilization and spirit brightened visibly to the naked eye under such a call.

The gaze of the Lord of Humanity, also under the prayers of his loyal warriors, gazed towards the edge of the distant Storm Star Territory.

The huge body of the "Pandemic End", the ship that the Lord of the Demonic Flies was thinking about, ultimately failed to pass through the portal opened by the followers of the evil god.

Under their angry gaze, the Warp Gate, which was about to be torn apart within the galaxy, was finally silenced by the Imperial soldiers' ode to the Emperor.

"It's now!"

Calvin shouted over the psychic link.

With the sudden burst of light from the psychic matrix on the Angel of Punishment, Calvin and the first batch of a hundred Gray Knights teleported disappeared into the teleportation hall.

"Enter the enemy!"

Typhons lowered his raised arm with a gloomy expression and looked at the end of the evil god's protective power several kilometers away.

The failure of the Epidemic's entry cast a shadow of failure on his plan.

The flashing psychic energy fluctuations on the track allowed him to see the figure of the Gray Knight, the exclusive force of the Imperial Tribunal.

The enemy came much faster than expected, and the projection of hundreds of souls made him feel even worse.

The establishment of a company?

That means there must be Grand Mentor-level opponents on the opposite side, including two or more champions.

He looked at where he was. The Imperial warship's rat-defying weapon against the catacombs protected his army from the warship's orbital bombardment.

But there must be a bottom line for this kind of tolerance. As long as the strike force in front of him fails, what awaits him will be the excommunication trial that comes above his head.

Fight or go?

If we leave, how to completely retreat to the other side of the subspace under the threat of enemy warships has become a thorny problem today.

Typhons's eyes were wandering vaguely, just like his determination at this time.

And his unfailing experience in the empire's territory for thousands of years finally gave him strong self-confidence.

beat! Must fight!

He wants to settle things, and he also wants people to leave easily!

A hundred Gray Knights were by no means invincible in his eyes, and he had no less than that number;

As long as the tactics are properly allocated, he can take advantage of the lag in the reaction of the warships in orbit to make a leisurely transition after giving the opponent a head-on blow.

He didn't think too much about the details of the tactics. The Death Guards around him were all veterans of the legion era, and their own quality was enough to cope with most situations;

And the blessing they received after taking refuge in the loving father was that they became unscrupulous and fearless after gaining terrifying battlefield survivability.

A green wave of corrupted plague walkers and deranged rebels surged forward from behind.

Typhons held the human reaper upside down and stood on the high ground outside the Velax Cathedral, watching the incoming enemy in the distance.

The Gray Knights who arrived were not in a hurry to attack, but seemed to be waiting for something.

The smell on their bodies also seemed different from before. There was something disgusting about the energy escaping from their souls.

what is it then? He was still thinking in the biting cold wind.

But in the next second, two psychic tides from space orbit caused his expression to change drastically!

besides? One hundred... two hundred Gray Knights?

Three hundred Gray Knights! What's going on!

The sudden change in the situation between the enemy and ourselves on the battlefield caught Typhons off guard.

It was the first time in his memory that three companies of Gray Knights appeared together!

Could it be that I stabbed the false emperor in the butt?

His eyes were filled with cruelty and violence for thousands of years, and for the first time, they were occupied by emotions representing surprise and astonishment.

At the same time, among the first to arrive among the distant Gray Knights, Calvin had raised the scepter "Mission" high in his hand.

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