Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Anna'suul, the Phoenix Lord from the lost craft world of Esalan, eventually fell in the battle with Calvin, the Primarch of the Human Empire.

This result is not unexpected.

As the third generation of an emerging race to rule the galaxy, it is the ultimate pinnacle of individual military power in the human empire, except for the Emperor himself. In the tens of thousands of years of the empire's history, the Primarchs had almost no record of losing a duel in foreign wars. (Almost, but not definitely. You get the idea.)

This record may be refreshed in the future, but at least it won't be something that a warrior of Phoenix Lord's level can accomplish.

Anna'suul's defeat is doomed, even she herself can know this from the Eldar's prophecy thousands of years ago.

In the all-out confrontation between the two, both their strength and their proud agility were suppressed in all aspects in front of the serious Calvin.

Even the combat experience accumulated by the Eldar over their long lifespan cannot be relied upon by the wisdom of the "Calvins" for the former's victory.

Anna Suul's battle was desperate, but the strength and will she displayed during the battle far exceeded the expectations of the champion swordsmen watching the battle.

Especially in the second half of the battle, Anasul, who was blessed by all the people in the soul stone, caused a lot of trouble for Calvin, who was supposed to be victorious.

This is an accidental and inevitable thing. Because the Eldar, as the race that dominated the galaxy in the previous generation, the ancient saints turned to war weapons created by the Star Gods and the Necrontyr.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, even if it has declined to its current appearance, it is natural that some foundations still exist.

In the Ark they lived in, there was this record about the first generation of Eldar:

As a spiritual race directly created by the ancient saints, the first generation of Eldar has extremely idealistic characteristics in their bodies - no matter how seriously injured they are, as long as their will to survive and fight is still there, their bodies can be consumed. This will instantly restores the price.

In the second half of the battle, Anasul's body functions were vaguely similar due to the addition of her race's soul stone.

The Primarch still suppressed her in all directions, but under this suppression, the agility of the two did not reach the gap that could kill her instantly.

Anasul takes advantage of this and can always recover in milliseconds of respite.

Then, amid the storm-like offensive of the Primarch, he struggled to maintain the rhythm of the battle like an erratic boat in a tsunami.

Time passed by, and the Phoenix Lord's obstruction delayed the rescue ahead planned by the original body.

The increasingly furious original body simply increased the power again. The assassination martial arts that originally belonged to Iverson, after reaching the level of the original body's interpretation, once again added a decisive bargaining chip called psionic power.

This was probably the first time that the champion swordsmen saw the Primarch fighting with all his strength, and it was also the first time that they had such a profound understanding of the undeniable inhuman facts hidden under the Primarch's usually gentle appearance.

"The orientation of the entire space can no longer be distinguished. We are like a mortal hangover, reluctantly using our fragile five senses to feel the anger and roar of the original body."

This is a senior member of the Honor Guard describing the power of their genetic father to the new generation of Guard members in an internal conversation many years later.

Yes, the psychic field and mental power released at full strength is enough in itself to become a field-like positional attack.

Calvin was indulging his soul and completely immersed in the depths of the Iverson martial arts. The psychic suppression and mental corrosion he unleashed unconsciously have caused the champion swordsmen who possessed his spiritual seeds and thus gained a certain degree of immunity to fall to the ground, let alone the Phoenix Lord who was facing all his pressure and confronting him head-on. .

At this time, Anna Suul was in extremely bad condition, and the bone armor that she relied on to inherit her path and as a support for her soul was unstoppably disintegrating.

The souls and wills of countless inheritors who had been with her for tens of thousands of years in those bone armors were also melting with the black smoke rising from the corrosion on the bone armors.

Knowing that this battle has come to an end, Anasul no longer insists on resisting in place.

Instead, she followed the prophecy she carried and began to lead the battle with Calvin to the place where she fell in fate - the silver metal lake.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded from outside the third floor of the hulk, and the thick metal bulkheads and decks were instantly overturned.

The roar caused by the collision between the components was as loud as an explosion, but it still could not cover up the harsh noise when it twisted and deformed.

Anasul struggled to get up from the aftermath of the attack. The bones in her body were repeatedly entangled in fracture and recovery. The blood foam overflowing from the corners of her mouth under the mask became more frequent, and reddish-brown blood clots began to appear.

But she couldn't breathe, because the moment she stood up to dodge, that terrifying body was like a silver lightning, exploding where she had just been, causing a roar that could make a mortal lose his mind.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine the damage that human flesh alone could do to metal.

But in the eyes of Anna Sur, who had already taken a few serious blows, she had first-hand experience of the devastation caused by these attacks.

She jumped backwards again, and after escaping from Calvin's hand, she pulled herself to the height of the hall.

The Phoenix Lord looked down with his eyes wearing a broken bone helmet, and his keen eyes were instantly attracted by the strange sight in the hall.

Calvin naturally also noticed the movements in the corner. The members of the Astartes team he had always been worried about were struggling to defend against the continuous attacks from the Silver Lake in that corner.

With no time to think, he suddenly turned around when he was supposed to be chasing Anna Suel. After taking a hard look at the latter's direction, he swept towards the corner of the hall with all his strength.

Naturally, the latter would not go as he wished. The Phoenix Lord's entanglement followed him closely. On the several hundred meters leading to the Astartes team, two storms that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye met again, and they collided hard as they advanced. Hard to tell.

boom!

Calvin, who knocked Anasul away again, was furious. He looked at the latter who struggled to get up from the broken wall, and rarely threatened with his mouth instead of his hands:

"Alien, if you dare to stand in front of me again, then I will swear in the name of the Emperor that after this battle, I will permanently hunt you and your kin!"

"Ha... Bah." Annasul, who wanted to laugh at Calvin, just opened her mouth, but the fragments of her internal organs made her instinctively vomit.

She simply stopped speaking and responded to the Primarch's threat by charging towards Calvin.

Calvin had to once again find himself at war with the Phoenix Lord.

But what he failed to notice was that after his psychic field appeared in the center of the hall, the stimulated silver lake that brought about countless visions had unknowingly returned to its previous calmness.

Calvin, who was determined to kill the alien, did not sense this change.

But the Astartes in the corner of the hall looked at the unknown metal that disintegrated on the floor and turned into a pool of solution, and let out gasps for the rest of their lives.

boom!

The Phoenix Lord was knocked away again and wanted to get up, but the soul stone on her chest that had been supporting her finally ran out of energy.

Anasul, who sensed the strange phenomenon in her chest, reacted half a beat slower than before. Before she could dodge, she was pierced by the claws of Calvin who followed.

Her body was still struggling needlessly, but the Primarch's spiritual energy was like a silver magma, destroying and burning wantonly within her body.

"Give me your last words, alien."

Calvin looked seriously at the enemy he held high.

Calvin, who has been fighting until now, has also felt the opponent's strong will in countless confrontations and games with the opponent.

This is an enemy worthy of respect, regardless of her race.

Although he still can't understand her purpose, her determination to fight to the death made Calvin decide to give her a chance to speak.

"Ha..." Feeling the all-pervasive flames in his body, he knew that his fate had finally come to an end.

Anna Sule, like all sentient beings, looked back on his long, broken but intermittent life at the moment of death.

From the birth of the Royal Court of Ark Esalen, to completing the two paths of music and literature within a hundred years with amazing talent;

From when he became an adult, he learned about the prophecy of destruction circulated in the royal court, to when all the tribesmen witnessed the tragedy, he silently put on his bone helmet, stood under the altar, and shouldered the responsibility of changing the fate of his tribe in the name of Asuryan.

She does not have the happy time that other Eldar have before adulthood, just because she is a princess and a variable that everyone expects;

She is not even aware of the matters mentioned in the prophecy. She just follows the guidance of the Prophet's Council and repeats her life, which is particularly pale due to endless killings, in waking up and sleeping again and again.

Does it make sense? There should be some, right? At least she accomplished everything in the prophecy except for her final death.

When the burning bone helmet finally found it difficult to continue and left one step ahead of her. Her soul, which had no place to live, rarely lost the shackles of its will to fight before it died.

(The Eldar are too emotional, so they wear helmets with emotion control functions before fighting. The Eldar in daily life and the image seen by the outside world can almost be regarded as two personalities.)

Anna Suul, who had regained her humanity, looked at the alien in front of her. Under her restored gentle gaze, she spoke her last words:

"Stay alive, stranger. There is hope in living..."

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"How's the situation ahead?"

Next to the busy staff deck below the bridge of the Angel of Punishment, Lieutenant Commander Spam, the liaison representative of the Imperial Navy, asked his superiors in a low voice.

News of the encounter with the space hulk ahead has spread throughout the fleet. The force that went out to fight was so large that even the high lord himself participated in the battle.

The major was very curious about the situation ahead, but on the spaceship filled with members of the Inquisition, the only one he dared to ask was his superior.

"The battle is going well."

Colonel Marvin answered his question confidently. His tall body was dressed in a navy blue uniform, and his serious face was somewhat graceful. He was currently staring at the main screen above the command deck ahead.

What a professional and serious military appearance and demeanor!

If we didn't understand the colonel's extremely rich emotional life, and as a price, he would have descendants all over the major star regions.

For a moment, he almost believed in the military qualities displayed by the colonel.

"Is there a reliable source of information?"

Major Spam curled his lips and asked the colonel in a low voice.

At this time, he was more curious about the colonel's source than the battle situation ahead;

You must know that this is a battleship belonging to the Tribunal.

If the colonel could develop a personal relationship on this ship where all the fleas wear skull badges, then he would really admire the other person's ability.

As for what kind of ability it is, well...

"There is no channel..." The major's repeated questioning finally brought the colonel out of his distracted state.

He could see through Spam's little thoughts at a glance.

Thanks to the administrative work and accompanying personnel struggles during his decades of service in the navy, the gossip of young people was so frivolous in his eyes that he couldn't even bring up the desire to cheat.

"Then..." Spam asked reluctantly, but was immediately interrupted by the veteran.

"Look at the bridge!" He carefully glanced at the silent crowd around him, and then whispered to the young man the location of the clue.

"Since the beginning of the operation, have you seen any staff applying to the bridge for a temporary plan?"

"No……"

"Have you ever seen another ad hoc meeting on the bridge since the lord left?" the colonel reminded again.

"No, huh..." Spam thought for a moment and instantly understood the former's hint.

"That's right..." Seeing that the young man finally found the right idea, the colonel touched his chin with satisfaction. Then, before the arrival of the Gray Knight patrolling the deck, he returned to his standard military posture.

"Old guy, there's something..." Spam, who woke up, looked at the burly body of the Gray Knight passing by, and the little thoughts in his mind disappeared instantly.

He disappointedly adjusted his double-breasted military uniform and the armor belt around his waist.

At this time, the blank space on his lapel and the colonel's words conveyed to him a clear and boring fact from two angles - today is another day without incident...

And that's exactly what happened.

When the confrontation of blood and fire was going on under the fog of war, the silence of the staff on the rear battleships was another reflection of the smooth battle ahead.

The battlefield on the space hulk has gradually become quiet. Victory is within the grasp of the human empire's elite forces without any surprise.

Scattered gunshots and fires rang out from every corner of the hulk, but apart from proving the end of another Eldar warrior, it could not change any of the doomed facts.

The Astartes marched staggered over the embers of the battlefield, the long breaths of the giants echoing wherever their heavy steel boots passed.

The warriors were finishing up the previous battlefields, and the pharmacist's iconic white armor also began to appear.

The buzz caused by the impact drill means the recovery of the gene seeds of the fallen compatriots; the reverberation of the force field activated by the power sword means the final execution of the remaining enemies.

Life and death, beginning and end appear at the same time in this wonderful place, but it is a pity that the Astartes present are not in the mood to write poetry. Maybe the Lamenters are interested? But at least now is not the right time.

The fighting on the third level of the hulk had also stopped. When the subsequent Astartes arrived in time, the seriously injured Astartes were sent to the rear in time.

With the personal participation of the Primarch, this piece of human ruins of unknown origin was carefully searched and a large number of explosives were installed by the Astartes.

The metal lake was carefully collected by the mechanical priests who came later. At the same time, other equipment in the hall that could be quickly disassembled was also taken away.

The large fleet was not far from here. Under the tight time pressure, Calvin and the monks of the Mechanicus had no choice but to give up here.

After all troops are evacuated along the same route, the landing craft and transport craft return to the fleet.

With a violent flash of light and a silent explosion, the largest space hulk that Calvin had ever seen left his sight as abruptly and permanently as it had appeared.

After the summary and closing procedures of the battle were completed on the battleship, Calvin returned to the mansion alone and stretched out his right hand under the dim light. There was a gem shining brightly in his palm...

"If you stay alive, there is hope..." That gentle voice echoed in his ears again.

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