Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

How long Mortarion's impotent rage will last, no one except the life growing in Nurgle's Garden will know.

But the undeniable reality is:

Because Typhons once again walked alone and consumed the resources carefully accumulated by his genetic father without authorization. This led to Mortarion's long-planned hunt for Calvin, which was forcibly canceled because he did not have enough power to access reality.

And this delay, I don’t know how far into the future it will be.

After all, it is not easy to sow the seeds of faith in reality. After this battle, the Imperial Tribunal has put the Storm Star Territory on full alert. If they want to start a large-scale operation and sacrifice again, they do not know how to wait until hundreds of years. Years later...

Calvin didn't know the intertwining fate hidden in these details. In his eyes, it was still no different from previous battles.

If he had to say he was doubtful, it could only be said that he was doubtful that a fallen person of Typhons's level would appear in such an unknown place.

Looking at the completely shattered hand bones at his feet and the burned-out power armor fragments with only black ashes left, Calvin slowly squatted down and stretched the hammer handle in his hand towards the ashes.

In the psychic vision, there is a sphere representing the collection of souls.

He knew that it was these imprisoned souls that supported the existence of evil spirits in the real universe;

It was these miserable victims who were trapped in long-dead corpses. They were driven by evil spirits in the battle just now and attacked the soldiers of the empire.

Now all this is over.

When the Warhammer "Mission", bringing with it the will and soul of the entire Gray Knights Legion, brought Typhons to trial;

When the white-gold meteor smashed all the way through the demon's palm, forcibly purifying and crushing the protected traitor from the soul level.

All these sufferings are declared to be over.

Millions of corpses instantly lost the drive of their souls, and fell in pieces on the wasteland heading towards the battlefield.

Under the crazy souls of countless rebels, their bodies were twisted to the point of being inhuman. After losing their connection with the path of faith in the evil god, they were instantly sanctioned by the physical universe and turned into a pool of foul-smelling tissue fluid...

On the ice field where the Velasca Cathedral is located, the battlefield became visibly quiet after the enemy chieftain was beheaded.

The corpses were no longer active, and the fallen corpses stretched for hundreds of miles. The only sound was the sound of the rebel Astartes still resisting.

The green fungus carpet is quietly dying, and the bright green magic core is withering and withering.

Without the gaze of the evil god and the blessing of the power of corruption, this land belonging to the real universe is rapidly losing its unnatural green color under the cold moonlight, returning to its original appearance of the northern ice sheet.

Dark rocks and white snow appeared in the gray knight's field of vision again.

Knowing that the situation was over, the Death Guards, under the leadership of several surviving plague champions, relied on the Cathedral of Velax to make their final death struggle.

When the biting cold wind blew again, under the two silver moons of reality and spiritual energy, the statues of saints in the cathedral were coldly watching the traitors' doom.

The moment Calvin reached out and touched the soul aggregate, the light on the entire planet dimmed for an instant.

Once again, he naturally defeated his desire to devour and chose to bring salvation to these suffering souls.

In the psychic vision, souls that choose to leave and die look like large swaths of dandelions in the moonlight, or like light strips produced by magnetism at the poles of the planet.

Between the sky and the earth composed of the silvery moon and white snow on the plateau, their departing figures moved from the ground to the sky, pulling up a long strip of light.

The gunshots in the cathedral became increasingly rare, and the occasional noise of chain swords also fell silent amidst the spray of flamethrowers.

As the main forces of the three Gray Knights merged, there was less and less space left for the Death Guards to move around in the cathedral.

The dark corridor was accidentally lit by the flames of a bolt gun, and the people in the portrait were watching the battle;

The quiet and empty hall was set on fire by gunfire, and the holy elephant at the end was witnessing the end of the traitors.

The Death Guards were staggering, retreating deeper into the church under the pressure of the Gray Knights.

In this embarrassing and desperate retreat, they could not see any possibility or hope of breaking out.

The explosive bullets have been fired long ago, and the grenades have long been used up.

Now in the hands of this group of traitors, in addition to cold weapons such as chain swords, there are only a small number of plasma pistols that still pose a threat.

The Gray Knights did not give them a chance to counterattack. The Purifier and Sinner squads stopped outside the church and established their positions.

The increasingly narrow space was handed over to the Holy Shield Terminator team and the sacred fearless veterans.

Interceptors and champion swordsmen roamed on the top floor of the cathedral. While maintaining communication with their comrades in the corridors, they also spread the direction of the battlefield to all their comrades in real time.

The traitors can only continue to pay casualties in their fearless struggle, and taste the taste of despair under the steady and orderly offensive of the Gray Knights.

Everything here is silently witnessing the practice of salvation and revenge.

The redemption the Emperor's subjects deserved, and the blood left behind when traitors were executed;

The Gray Knights don't want to let go of any of them, they want to get them all.

Just like the moral principles they practice:

No sacrifice is too great to accept.

There is no betrayal small enough to be forgiven.

When the last Death Guard was killed under the Emperor's icon, the soul held in Calvin's hand also dissipated.

The rituals of redemption and revenge in this land also come to an end at the same time.

Calvin looked at the brilliant light band like the aurora, quickly disappearing into the real space.

In his spiritual perception, the city-state in his spiritual world became increasingly heavy.

Those who choose to leave and fall into the eternal night will naturally choose to stay and join the new world.

The land that had not changed for a long time in Calvin's spiritual world once again silently grew in area under the torrent of massive souls that subsequently entered.

The villages around the central city-state and the roads and farmland between the distant streets have all increased in size accordingly.

This land he built in ignorance is providing shelter for more souls after experiencing two redemptions by chance.

And among them, the warriors guarding in front of the hall are no longer limited to the Gray Knights.

More Astra Militarum and warriors who died fighting for the Empire, after being saved by Calvin, neither chose to leave, nor chose to live quietly in the paradise.

Their final decision was the same as the Gray Knights, choosing to give their faith to the man who would save them.

The path of guardianship is their final destination, based on the fact that their soul strength is less than that of the Gray Knights, but more than their number.

These devout warriors wore simple white robes and stood quietly in the square outside the palace.

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