Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The Thunderhawk in the sky is still descending, and its non-aerodynamic edges tear the air with the roar of the plasma reactor, causing waves of roars in people's ears.

The will of the Legion is approaching rapidly in the eyes of the Gray Knights, falling from the end of the sky as unstoppably as the roaring steel.

The spirits of Calvin's sons are still resisting, and as the distance gets closer, this black-and-white, life-or-death struggle of will increasingly reveals its ferocious side;

There is almost no room for error between the two spirits that come from the same source. If this kind of conflict continues to be allowed to occur, it will be a devastating blow to the spiritual growth of the new sons of Calvin.

Urdas could no longer stand. As the most experienced person in the psychic field in the war group and the elder of all think tanks.

Although he is limited by his bloodline, he cannot personally experience the operation of the legion's will.

But judging from his rich theoretical knowledge and practical experience, the Son of Calvin on the ground is like straw in the wind. His loose will has begun to falter under tremendous pressure.

Grand Master Urdas frowned and stared at the core of the Thunderhawk fleet. The Champion Swordsman and Secondary Think Tank behind him tried to intervene, but they were forcibly suppressed by him.

He was waiting for the reaction of Calvin, who was the founder of the Legion's will.

He did not believe that Calvin, as the original body, would not understand the risks and consequences.

The Thunderhawk fleet has reached a height where they can carry out tactical dives, and the squeeze between the camps has reached fever pitch.

The overflowing spirit stirs up the massive spiritual energy, and the distance between reality and subspace is getting closer and closer under the gloomy clouds.

The sons of Calvin on the ground began to be unable to stand, and knelt down on one knee with their halberds supporting their bodies.

The spiritual pressure in the air began to affect reality, so that white frost marks appeared on the stone slabs that had been dry all year round on the plateau.

Judge Phaethon realized belatedly that he finally felt the game coming from the two camps.

But at this time, she was between the two camps and had no way to escape. Apart from guarding her own will, she could only look at the great mentor beside her with confusion and help.

Buzz!

There was a low-frequency tremor in the hypothermic air.

When the battle between camps is inevitable, the desperate battle of wills begins. The person that Great Master Urdas had been waiting for finally took action.

A silver thunder suddenly appeared in the void, and after a violent roar, it rushed straight towards the most solid space in the air.

Lightning spreads in the air, and thunder breaks through space.

The harsh scratching sound and the cry of cracked glass resounded throughout the earth, as if the thunder was not in the air at this time, but something denser and harder.

Finally, the thunder reached the center of the battle. At the moment when a third party squeezed into the space where only two wills existed, a silver light was released from its core.

All wills stopped. Inspired by this power from the end of blood and soul, the wills of the two camps instantly turned from steel-like hardness to grease-like softness.

That's the Primarch! That is their genetic source!

The eyes of all the sons of Calvin were firmly attracted by the thunder in the sky.

And that thunder also relied on the inertia of the previous collisions and games between the two camps to mix the two into one place.

boom!

Huge thunder resounded from the sky, and the clouds high in the sky trembled. The Gray Knights of both camps were all dizzy, and stood slumped on the spot under the strong intervention of the original body.

After the spiritual fusion, the sons of Calvin were extremely horrified and pleasantly surprised.

Their fear and the will of the Legion were far from being as simple as they imagined. Their majestic spiritual circuits, the knowledge contained in them, and even the changes in their cognition made them at a loss for what to do;

They were even more surprised, because when the Legion's will was completely opened to it, a door from the soul of the original body also opened to them at the end.

Advance or retreat?

This was something that was not mentioned in the exorcism scriptures or the regiment's laws. They had just escaped from the experience of life-and-death struggle, and for a moment they were completely out of control.

Agree or deny?

They know that they are finally accepted by the Legion, but will they go into the unknown under the leadership of the original body and become a new existence?

The thunder dispersed, and the majestic body of the original body appeared in mid-air. Facing everyone's gaze, he looked down at these Gray Knights, his eyes penetrating into their souls.

"What are you doing (two voices)?" The words of the original body came down from the sky.

"I am, the Emperor's Holy Hammer!"

The Gray Knights chant subconsciously because it is a desire engraved in their instincts. It is this loyalty to the Emperor and humanity that allows them, as psykers more sensitive than mortals, to survive the inhuman soul tests of the Gray Knights.

"What are you doing (four voices)?"

"Kill the evil spirit!"

After questioning again, these Gray Knights finally found the courage to face the unknown fate. They followed the words of the original body in a low voice and repeated the oath that the chapter had fought for for thousands of years.

"Why?"

“Wear faith as armor!”

Thunderhawks descended from the sky, and the floodgates opened with the release of steam.

Many Gray Knights of the Krieg family lined up opposite their compatriots. Witnessed by Uldas and other older Gray Knights, they also joined in the sacred prayers.

"Why keep it?"

“Let piety be your shield!”

One thousand, two hundred and eighty-one sons of Calvin chanted loudly, and the will of the legions undulated and swelled like a tidal wave.

"Why practice it sincerely?"

"Use loyalty as a sharp edge!"

As they chanted again and again, the new generation of Gray Knights became more and more united in spirit.

Under the baptism of the oath and the guidance of compatriots, the frequency band of soul and psychic energy gradually moved closer to the will of the legion.

"What are you doing?" Calvin looked down at the Gray Knights below, and every son of Calvin felt his gaze at this moment.

"I am the scourge of demons!" they spat out the answer firmly from their mouths, and under the witness of the primarch, they repeated the oath they had recited in the Hall of Victory.

When the last prayer was recited, the souls of Calvin's sons were also adjusted.

The Gray Knights, who had regained their faith, no longer had any scruples. Under Calvin's expectant eyes, they bravely opened up all of themselves to the will of the Legion.

boom!

This time the roar did not sound in reality, but had an immediate effect in their bodies.

When these sons of Calvin fully embraced the will of the Legion, the Will of the Legion gave them equally generous rewards.

The inscription system that Calvin left in the Legion's will was accepted by them. When they were pleasantly surprised to find that they still had a way forward at the end of their soul cultivation, the inscriptions hidden at the cellular level in their bodies were also activated one by one.

The sons of Calvin returned to silence again, standing there like sculptures made of steel.

Their souls are being transformed by the inscriptions, laying the foundation for higher evolution;

The blood vessels in their bodies are surging, and their hearts and bone marrow are frantically consuming nutrients in the blood, so that after self-upgrade, they can deliver those brand new stem cells to the whole body.

Under the imprinting of the knowledge of those inscriptions, these Gray Knights are undergoing the second comprehensive transformation and upgrade since their genetic modification.

These powerful warriors who have surpassed mortals and even ordinary Astartes have received a rare second chance to develop here after undergoing inhuman transformations of gene seeds.

Shorter, but longer.