Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Keng... Keng... Keng...

The three-finger-thick steel boots were driven by the thick electromagnetic muscles in the steel armor under the control of the servo. They carried the nearly ton weight of the Dreadnought power armor and trudged forward in the passage of the abandoned battleship.

The thick dust and moss made it difficult for them to move. In an environment where they could not maintain a direct view of the deck, they could only turn on the power supply of the magnetic boots for a long time.

From this, their pace can indeed be called steady, but the speed of the entire team has become a new problem.

"It's incredible that the power supply here is still there..."

The incandescent light shot out from the giant's helmet like a sharp sword. After breaking through the smoke and dust raised in the darkness, it was swallowed by the endless darkness.

Gray Knight Hercules did not rely on the servo's observation array. Instead, he looked through the narrow eyepiece of the Crusader helmet and looked directly at the floating dust stirred up by his footsteps.

Although the lighting system in the ruined ship has failed, you can tell from the centuries of dust accumulated under your feet that at least during this long period of time, the gravity generator here has been working stably.

"Our next goal?"

Hercules asked the team's commander, Sergeant Meyerson, while on the psychic side he encapsulated the collected information in his brain and then sent it backwards through the legion's psychic link.

"Copy that, keep in touch."

Golden's team at the rear landing point in the psychic link gave a clear response. It was a long time ago that this paladin was honored as the Primarch Guard. If this operation was not important enough, you would hardly see him in ordinary combat.

"Go to the gravity generator first, then the power cabin."

Melson's voice rang in Hercules' ears, and the dry voice dragged him back to reality from the ocean of ether.

The answers from the sergeant in front and the brothers in the rear arrived almost at the same time, and the dual messages of reality and ether were almost indistinguishable.

But Hercules was able to adapt to this because of his bloodline and because he was inspired to bring out certain traits hidden in his genes.

All psykers understand how dangerous it is to lose the boundary between reality and the warp. The reason why the Gray Knights have been able to maintain absolute purity for thousands of years is precisely because they may not be the most powerful psykers, but they are definitely the most powerful psykers. The one who can control the strongest.

He barely paused, and even responded directly to Sergeant Meyerson with body language, while still receiving the information flow on the public channel in the psychic link.

“I went to the location of the gravity generator to see what was causing this machine to still be operating.

If there is any sign of life maintaining the equipment, find it and kill it;

The reason for going to the power cabin is the requirement of the mission, which is to install enough explosives on the key nodes of the hulk before evacuation..."

Sergeant Meyerson explained his purpose on the team channel, and by the way, he would turn off the magnetic field generator in the sole of the boot after the deck under his feet became a little clearer.

Hercules also discovered this detail and understood its meaning:

They are running out of time and need to speed up their exploration.

The existing efficiency seems to be very high, but it is actually based on the data support of the auspicious array on the battleship.

With the end of the outer layer detection, the more twisted internal structure exceeded the capabilities of the instruments on the battleship. (Anti-detection devices are a common configuration on battleships, and most of these devices work passively, requiring only very low energy and can work for a long time.)

The force projection on the fleet continues:

There were a total of 25 teams similar to the Hercules/Meerson team in the first batch of landing troops.

Except for the five teams that were used as support and reserve troops and were stationary at the landing point, the remaining twenty teams quickly broke through the outermost battleship wreckage during half an hour of exploration.

With the help of the battleship augur, they successfully identified the structure of these ancient battleships belonging to humans.

Thus, with extremely high efficiency, the gravity generator of the hulk and the backup plasma reactor that maintained operation were found.

After installing the predetermined explosive devices on both, the team continued to move forward according to the drawings in hand.

There are not many large-scale corridors in the damaged warship that can be used normally. However, without intending to recover the ship, taking the repair corridor and occasionally breaking through the wall, the team quickly reached the combination of the ruined ship and other ruined ships. department.

boom! Hey...

The sound of explosions and high-temperature shock waves in the small space left no place to hide. Even if the giants had a full set of armor protection when facing the shock wave, the steel boots under their feet could not help but make a tooth-gripping sound.

Meyerson canceled the joint lock of the power armor from the crouching position, and stood up from behind the thick jump shield.

The team members behind him also shook their heads slightly to expel the discomfort in their bodies. Hercules, who was at the end of the team, was the least affected. When he raised his head and looked forward, where the dust settled at the end of his field of vision was an environment that was completely unfamiliar to him.

It was a gorgeous space, and the design of the equipment and ships in it clearly exceeded the scope of being a war machine.

Taking Hercules' short life as evidence, he swore that when these works of art appeared in a battleship full of steel and gunpowder smoke, he felt that the designer of this battleship definitely exceeded the upper limit of human understanding of art.

"The Spirit Race..."

The sound of Sergeant Melson biting his back teeth freed Hercules from his doubts. Apart from the hatred in the sergeant's mouth, the commander of the team obviously had enough profound knowledge to recognize the origin of the wreck in front of him.

As if sensing the doubts of the Grey Knight behind him, the member of the team codenamed Rock Rat explained to the Grey Knight while checking the heavy bolter he was carrying:

"The boss used to be a veteran of the first company in the regiment and also our tactical instructor. According to the think tank records, he once represented the regiment to serve in the Death Watch and just returned in the last hundred years."

"I understand." Hercules nodded slightly, indicating that he had received the other party's hint and the goodwill behind it:

The explanation is a very good start, it at least proves that both parties have the intention to cooperate.

Just when the team just had a normal cooperative atmosphere, Hercules, who sensed something, suddenly raised his head.

He didn't even have time to call for Meyerson, who had just landed on the Eldar warship, to stop. He only had time to point the scepter in his hand forward and shouted the command:

"True Word - Bless!"

At this moment, all the Grey Knights on the entire space ship stopped, and the power of the Legion's will was revealed again.

They immediately noticed the situation of the brother in front of them, and witnessed and supported that brother's call for the power of the collective will.

The shield that appeared in the space appeared instantly after the long spell ceremony. The platinum bell-shaped field enveloped Sergeant Meyerson and the entire team.

At the same time, a black, surprisingly narrow scimitar was blocked and repelled by the shield.

And the position that forced it to appear from invisibility was just above the back of the sergeant's head.

That's not all. Several other similar weapons appeared beside the team members at some point; if it weren't for the priest's vigilance and blessing, I'm afraid the team would lose more than half of its men in the encounter.

"Tsk! Troublesome monkeys!"

The masters of these scimitars gradually appeared from the air, with slender and tall bodies that were two meters tall.

When the deliberate ambush was discovered, these followers of Kane decided to change a way to please the blood god and kill these monkeys head-on.

"Retreat! Converge defense! Plan C! (Self-protection is the first priority, retreat in a covered manner, and reduce the gap between firepower.)"

Sergeant Melson shouted loudly, obviously he had enough knowledge of these existences. And his choice between milliseconds was already the best choice for the current situation.

Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly, and the team's narrow and long position made them suffer the disadvantage of the terrain.

Facing these assassins who took advantage of the complex environment to fold and jump while holding the knife flower, the whole team could do very little in the moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dense shooting of the bolt bullets tore large, hideous and terrifying bullet marks in the narrow space.

The Astartes fired frantically in the confined space, just to stop the enemy from approaching, so as to buy a chance for the whole team to breathe and adjust.

However, due to the distance of the enemy, the large-scale gun line caused by short-range shooting could not be closed, so the killing efficiency of the target was extremely low.

Their defensive firepower was too slow and crude for these beings, and even when Sergeant Melson gave up the defense, they could only injure the enemy instead of killing him.

When the team encountered a fatal threat, only Hercules and his companions, another Grey Knight who had not spoken a word along the way, could use their expertise to threaten the enemy.

"Law! Whip the heretic!"

Hercules's psychic lightning came later and arrived first, once again saving the neck of the comrade in front from the opponent's scimitar.

The opponent had no way to escape, and while wailing and turning into ashes, his tragic end shifted the dangerous eyes of other assassins to him.

Fortunately, he was not fighting alone, he still had his partner and the entire legion behind him.

The heavy spiritual cannon in the hands of the Sin-Absolver Harpocrates, when abandoning physical ammunition and firing with spiritual energy, its non-physical projectiles have a speed that the flesh cannot dodge.

When this heavy cannon poured out a barrage of bullets in an arc at the opponent at a terrifying rate of fire, these races known for their agility had to pay a heavy price for their previous contempt.

Several black-clothed assassins were harvested by the spiritual cannon in the crisscrossing mid-air. The substantial impact of the attack was immediate, which stagnated the opponent's arrogance.

The assassins who were in a stalemate wanted to fight again, but their leader clearly felt the approach of other nearby gray knights.

"It's really... a disappointing hunt."

She put down the terrifying, huge bone helmet and faced Hercules with a face full of tattoos.

"Ugly monkey, we have plenty of time to get along. Don't rush, take your time..."