Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 298 Meeting, witnessing

"The Supreme Holy See, the distinguished guest has arrived, you need to go and receive it..."

Behind Saratan, the cardinal in charge of his work schedule whispered something, and his thoughts were interrupted by this voice.

In the silent hall, Saratan took one last deep look at the holy bell, then stretched out his hand to throw away the black cloak that reached his waist, and left the quiet holy hall without looking back.

The priests and slaves along the way knelt quietly at the feet of the saint sculptures on both sides of the cloister, illuminated by dim candlelight.

Against the backdrop of their bowed heads, the old man's still clean and powerful steps were leading the people under his command towards the light outside the hall...

At the same time, in the sky several kilometers away, Calvin and others' airship was flying towards the core of the City of Divine Grace.

In the distance towards the surface, the signal light on the highest apron of the Divine Grace Cathedral can be clearly seen.

The "Dagger" fighter planes driven by the escorting Imperial Navy shook their wings declaratively as Calvin looked out the window, and then flew into the distance in the dim light of the star that was about to sink into the earth's surface.

"Come on, it's time for us to leave."

When the large transport boat stopped in the empty space on the tarmac and nodded to the Ecclesiastical Envoy - Cardinal Jane Harrington - who was sitting opposite him, Calvin whispered to the Gray Knight standing behind him, then stood up and said Go outside.

The welcoming team has arrived. The Supreme Administrator, Cardinal Saratan of the Ofelia Sector, stands at the front of the crowd as the landlord. The second row behind him is the Ultramarines, the Captain of the Imperial Fists, and 6 Grand Sisters of the Sisters of Battle.

Behind them were the entourage composed of the priests of the Ecclesiarchy, the adjutants of the Astartes, and the nuns.

The use of the psychic aura was for confidentiality purposes, and was not necessary for the high-ranking imperial officers and state priests present.

Calvin dispersed the psychic halo with a wave of his hand.

With his tall and suffocating body, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, he walked towards them with six imperial guards and 14 honor guards who arrived later. (There are a total of twelve members of the Templar Honor Guard. Three were killed in the battle with the unknown planet Titan, and one person was later added by Alan Janus, plus the four sons of Calvin he brought as an envoy, for a total of 14 people.)

This was a scene that shocked everyone present physically and mentally. In the eyes of the two Astartes and their accompanying adjutants, it was like an epic scene.

If the Astartes warriors represent the ultimate human imagination of steel and muscle, then on this basis, the larger body of the Primarch has only one meaning in the eyes of mortals and the Astartes themselves. ——Inhuman.

Yes, when a three-meter-tall war machine wearing a full set of power armor, including a helmet, stands in front of a mortal, you will feel shocked.

Then, when you see another giant humanoid beast that is nearly 3.7 meters tall without a helmet, walking towards you with at least twice the dimensions and weight of the former, all you can feel is that you are facing an extraordinary situation. human fear.

Because this has exceeded the possibility and imagination of human beings to realize the highest potential of their own race, which is engraved in their genetic instincts.

"The Emperor's blessing!"

Hornthorne's teeth chattered, and vague Gothic came from the corners of his mouth.

His right hand, which was holding the Roman broadsword at his waist, was trembling violently like his whole body.

His thoughts were confused by the visual impact. For a moment, he didn't know whether to accuse the other party of heresy or to acknowledge the other party's holiness.

The same goes for Stewart.

Born into the noble noble bloodline on Terra, he grew up in the splendid warrior hall on the Phalanx.

During his hundreds of years of life, Donne's image was engraved in every space in his life and in every detail of his memory and soul.

The memory of fighting side by side with the Gene Father is the genetic wealth of every Astartes warrior, and the reunion with the Gene Father is the expectation that every son of Dorne will never forget in his dreams.

What should the Primarch look like, and what characteristics should the Primarch have?

This wealth of memory might have been obliterated by time if it were other second or even third creation battle groups.

But they are different. They are the direct bloodline of Robert Guilliman and the only remaining Imperial Fist of Rogal Dorn!

How could they not recognize the person in front of them? What kind of existence was he?

But how could they believe that in today's post-Emperor era, a Primarch whom they had never seen before would appear openly in front of them? !

Their eyes wandered between Calvin and the honor guards who were also undisguised behind him, and a message that had been vaguely known but never taken seriously rose up in their hearts.

The name of that mysterious battle group and the meaning of its existence were struggling fiercely to break through the memory of their self-isolation.

An impossible possibility finally sounded in their minds in their uncontrollable expressions of horror.

"Gray Knight!"

"Yes! They're not Exorcists, they're Gray Knights!"

The two blurted out their inner answers in unison, and their eyes collided with each other's surprised expressions.

"Their rumors are true!"

"And they have a Primarch too?"

"Why have we never seen him!"

"It's not just us! Why has he never shown up in the Empire?"

"And what role did they play in the Great Crusade?"

"Then where are their legions?"

All kinds of questions and confusions about the Gray Knights all collided in the eyes of two high-ranking officers who were from the founding chapter.

There was no time to communicate more possibilities and speculations, because that sacred and terrifying existence had already walked in front of them.

"You can inform your parent group about my existence."

Calvin nodded with Saratan, who was also shocked, and then walked towards the two giants who were obviously close to losing control.

After his huge body walked in front of the two century-old veterans, his inhuman tallness and burliness were even more vividly displayed.

Astartes' already extremely strong body looked like a completely different species compared to him. From the perspective that he needed to look up to maintain communication, he was forced to be commented on together with a more terrifying existence.

"There is no need to question my existence, for that is also the Emperor's will."

He looked down at the two Astartes who had just reached the lower edge of his breastplate, and there was an undeniable strength in his gentle voice.

The two veterans of the original battle group were shocked and confused. However, after hearing his voice and seeing the imperial guards following him behind him, they bowed and retreated quietly to show their obedience to his orders.

"I…………"

Hornthorne forced himself to calm down, and even more so, he forced the instinctive fear engraved deep in his genes.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and stood it on his chest.

Seeing the suddenly cold eyes of the honor guard behind Calvin, he forced his instinct and said to Calvin's eyes:

"I...can't question your existence, but as far as I am concerned, your authenticity must be proven by my defeat!"

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