Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

A thought for the day: Knowledge is ignorance, and what you ask for may not be what you get.

"Is this here? Prophet."

When the nearby Eldar dispersed, Phoenix Lord, who returned to the camp tent, held the strange-shaped weapon in his hand and looked at the prophet Elise in front of him and asked.

"Um...yes, this is it."

Elise endured the abnormality in perception and responded to the Phoenix Lord's question. In her instinctive psychic touch, the body standing before her had no soul.

This existence named Phoenix Lord, its reality on the physical level and emptiness on the soul level, caused a huge tear in Elise's cognition.

Even though she had come into contact with the knowledge of Phoenix Lords on the path of prophet a long time ago, when she was lucky enough to face a Phoenix Lord directly, the confusion caused by this imbalance of senses still made her feel strong discomfort.

No, it's not just discomfort.

After experiencing the death of her best friend in a short period of time, Elise's mental defenses had flaws unknowingly.

And when the impact of sensory imbalance threatened her mental defense line again, the Eldar Prophet, who was in an unprotected state in the subspace, obviously fell into a more dangerous situation.

The huge chaos and negative emotions were like a mudslide, rushing toward her mental defense line with a long and unstoppable force; and in a hurry, she was unprepared and her mental state was extremely poor, but she had no chance to break free and advance to a higher realm. Be defensive.

Fortunately, Anna Suel had enough experience. After she noticed something strange about Elise, she immediately used her own power to intervene.

Her cold soul is like a cursed blade, keeping away those whispering filth.

Taking advantage of this precious window, she reminded the young prophet in a soul-level way:

"quick!

Suppress your instinct to feel and stop trying to understand me!

Or I could give myself a psychological hint and label my existence as something like a spiritual bone construct. "

"Yes, it is."

Elise awkwardly withdrew her psychic perception from the body of her former best friend.

She quickly raised her spirit to a higher state, and rationality and calmness gradually returned as her soul ascended. The disgusting whispers in her ears gradually faded away amid the unwilling curses and curses.

"Huh..." Elise took three deep breaths before slowly opening her tired eyes.

After she dealt with the huge mental pain according to the advice of its source, the danger of mental defense collapse was finally eliminated temporarily.

After the young prophet struggled out of the crisis of losing his soul, his physical pain was reduced to an acceptable level.

But Elise still didn't want to look at the Phoenix Lord in front of her, even though she knew that his soul actually existed based on that armor.

There was no soul fluctuation in the other party's hollow body, and when compared with reality, she had a psychological effect similar to the human "uncanny valley".

The rational panic and sensory imbalance made her extremely embarrassed.

Under this situation, the closer Annasul behaves to ordinary people, the more intense the panic she causes to psychically sensitive people like Elise.

"Don't worry about it, kid.

Ignoring the fact that I occupy your friend's body, theoretically speaking, my current state is indeed a constructed life. "

The Phoenix Lord explained to the young prophet in a voice familiar to Elise, while raising his arm covered with bone armor and moving silently.

Like every gladiator who is told what weapons to use when they appear on the stage, she is seizing every precious minute to become familiar with the flexibility and vitality of this young body.

In Prophet Elise's senses, this body is now like a highly sophisticated doll.

Because of its structure, it mimics its friend's body and movements closely enough.

But precisely because of this, when Elise stood in front of this monster, she seemed to feel that every pore of the monster was exuding the inhuman horror.

"Where are your other colleagues? Are they ready?"

Anasul's calm tone reminded the young prophet, saving her from the endless negative emotions again.

She belatedly breathed in the stale air on the hulk. Just now, her mind was only a few centimeters away from the fingers of the desperate lady.

"Yes, they are ready."

Elise looked at Annasul gratefully, but her soft neck became stiff the next second due to fear.

"Haha~"

After getting the information she wanted, the Phoenix Lord had no reason to stay. She left the small tent with a chuckle and started to warm up with dance steps full of fighting rhythm.

Elise stood there with a complicated expression, speechless for a long time.

This was probably Anna Suel's last battle, her last resurrection from the fate foretold when the altar was created.

"She will eventually die at the hands of the enemy in the cold tomb of endless steel, fighting to save the fate of the Ark."

This fate predicted thousands of years ago is not only known to Elise, but also to Anna Suul.

Elise could not imagine how the young daughter of the first leader of Ark, that pure child known for her talent in music and literature in history, could seal the conscience and sensibility in her soul after putting on the helmet, and become the most powerful among all the tribes in Ark. The cold war blade.

She was the special one, everyone knew it.

Unlike the Phoenix Lords of all other tribes, every time Anna Suul wakes up with a special mission, it is the result of the careful guidance of the prophets.

Because her resurrection is different from other Phoenix Lords in that there is a limit to the number of times she can be resurrected. Her resuscitation is too precious and can only be used at the Ark's most critical moment.

Every time she returns and fights, it means the death of a great enemy. And with the death of the enemy, Anna Suul will be twice as powerful next time he is resurrected.

But these have their limits after all. This resurrection is Anna Suul’s last elegy:

It had been prophesied when she first established the Nightblade Shrine, and this battle would be her last contribution to Ark Esalen.

"Where is the enemy?" The dancer who is about to take the stage makes final confirmation to the announcer. The costumes were ready, and all she was waiting for was the bright lights and the spotlight.

"Right ahead, on the stage of destiny."

Elise said to Anasul.

——

"what is that?"

A certain Astartes veteran passed through the dusty gap after the explosion and looked at the glorious and majestic space in front of him and said in shock.

The tactical team at the front moved forward and had penetrated deep into the third layer of the space hulk.

After passing through the remains of human hulks on the outer layer and the wreckage of alien civilization hulks on the second layer. The soldiers of the team unexpectedly saw traces of suspected human civilization again in the third layer of the hulk.

It was a sanctuary, and its gorgeous decoration and tall pillars illustrate its function.

But it is not only a family that satisfies spiritual needs. Anyone who understands the splendid civilization in the fog of history can understand the functional essence of its superb technology under its gorgeous decoration just by taking a glance.

The huge hall unfolded in front of the team that broke through the door. The hundreds of meters high dome and surrounding corridors have obvious aesthetics of human civilization.

There is a huge circular platform in the central open space, which is climbed up by metal steps made of the same material as the dome.

The Astartes maintained battle formation, marching slowly forward within the majestic hall. From the perspective of the high dome, these giants are as small as insects.

Bang...bang...bang...

Heavy footsteps stepped on the smooth ground. While the Astartes carefully observed the surroundings, their queue was gradually approaching the center of the hall.

The originally gentle steps in the distance looked particularly huge when viewed up close. The gold sculptures and ornaments surrounding the entire circular platform at the top of the steps, while the gems inlaid on them shone brightly, they also emitted familiar mechanical sounds. Buzz.

oh! Machinery, machinery in action!

These battle-hardened and well-informed Astartes finally began to get excited.

Relics of civilization!

There is basic energy supply!

There are tons of complete equipment!

This information was gathered in the minds of the team at the front, and finally formed the ultimate word that all imperial technicians dream about - STC!

After being shocked, they immediately began to use the equipment on their bodies to record the details here and prepare to send a report to the rear.

The Gray Knights accompanying the team directly converted what they saw into psychic information and sent it to the rear through the will of the legion.

"Marked as HH5, depth 65. Unit number 11. Our unit has arrived at the core of the target. It is suspected that civilization relics have been discovered. We are now reporting to the command node..."

The team members were working nervously and excitedly, and the original tense emotions and fighting consciousness were gradually replaced by the excitement of being discovered.

The members of the team also walked up the steps while taking pictures of the surrounding facilities.

Bang...bang...bang...

The Terminators' footsteps stepped on the metal floor, and the thick echo showed the reliability of its material.

The Astartes all focused their attention on the surrounding facilities and possible threats in the distance, while the open space in the center of the "platform" was ignored due to previous repeated reconnaissance.

Bang...bang...bang...

The approaching footsteps caused the smooth metal mirrors on the "platform" to tremble strangely. Circles of invisible vibrations caused these metals to break away from their solid disguise, revealing their liquid reality...

"In my name, order the fleet to stop the current troop projection!

The exploration team ahead retreat immediately! If you encounter an enemy, you are allowed to defend on the spot and wait for rescue!

The minimum number of reserve teams at the landing point is reserved!

Troops above the baseline are sent forward to cooperate with the troops at the front! "

On the Angel of Punishment, after watching the fleet commanders complete the landing plan, Calvin, who had been in a meditative state, suddenly felt some kind of intuitive warning.

He changed his previous attitude and immediately ordered to intervene in the operations ahead.

The original body had absolute authority in the fleet. When his series of orders were issued, the team on the hulk ahead responded immediately under the will of the legion.

But it was still too late. The moment the Gray Knights in the hall received the Legion's will, it was the veteran at the front who stepped on the "platform" with his steel boots.

Some kind of defense mechanism was triggered in the center of the huge palace. When some kind of energy supply switch was activated, the originally mirror-like metal began to become spontaneously active!

Countless humanoid units stood up from the metal "platform", and these metal monsters, after a brief stasis, pounced directly on the Astartes team members!

"Enemy attack!"

The leading veteran noticed an abnormality the moment he lost balance under his feet. The self-balancing of the electromagnetic muscle bundles under the power armor and the locking function of the joints were activated at the same time, saving the veteran's nearly ton-weight body from the imbalance.

It only takes half a second to go from extreme movement to extreme stillness; from extreme stillness to extreme movement, it only requires a helping hand from a comrade.

The moment the comrade behind him pulled him back, the steel boots he stepped forward at that time were less than half a hand away from the once smooth "platform".

The team's bolt guns were firing wildly forward. Under the seemingly chaotic barrage, the veterans' precise shooting effectively disrupted the enemy's offensive.

Countless combat experiences and the instinct of shooting training on humanoid units allow these veterans to maintain the cold and precise shooting principle of head and chest priority even if they face overwhelming enemies.

And it is this terrifying utilization efficiency of ammunition that creates a precious window of time for the veterans to close their formation backwards, occupy favorable terrain, and wait for reinforcements!

The team that received the signal nearby rushed forward crazily. Under the full output of the plasma backpack, the Terminator power armor turned into violent metal beasts and charged forward.

All obstacles along the way were meaningless in front of the impatient giant. On the red servo eyepiece under the helmet, the blood-like data stream was refreshing and scrolling crazily!

Comrades are at the front, and the enemy is at the front!

"Activate the teleport beacon!

The Honor Guard and I go first!

The stroller team is ready to move in next! "

Calvin's face was as pale as a mountain, and he led the champion swordsmen of the Honor Guard to stand in the transmission hall of the Angel of Punishment, always ready to join the battle.

The signal on the battleship's transmission array that the energy is in place has been lit, and the "mission" of the warhammer in the hands of the original body is gradually raised. He carefully sensed the beacon at the forefront of psychic energy. As long as the weak fireworks in the darkness were stable for a moment, he could tear through the barriers of space and reach the battlefield at the forefront in an instant.

But things went against expectations. Just when Calvin captured that moment in millions of moments and the power of teleportation was ready, the large-scale ceremony that belonged to the Ark Eldar tribe that had been planned for a long time finally belatedly blocked the scene.

The core of the entire hulk was instantly shielded from Calvin's perception, and the battle there naturally disappeared from his eyes.

"How dare you!" Calvin looked angrily at the enemies who separated him from his heirs.

And as the initiator of all this, a slender and tall figure appeared at the end of Calvin's perception carrying a strange-shaped sword.

"Come and fight!"

The opponent's soul was not intimidated by Calvin's power, and gave a clear reply to the original body's anger.

Update, after two days of sleeping for 5 hours, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I went to sleep.