Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"The bird's nest is calling the nightingale. If you hear it, please reply... The bird's nest is calling the nightingale. If you hear it, please reply..."

In the silent underground corridor, the communication balls on the two guards were still calling. But unfortunately, except for the occasional sound of electricity from the pipes on the wall, they were destined to get no response.

"The signal at Nightingale is not good..."

The communications trooper was still explaining in a low voice to the squad leader, but the Imperial Fists behind had already noticed something unusual here.

Thanks to Astartes' inhuman hearing, Sergeant Ezio already clearly understood the problem here.

The emperor's angel didn't wait patiently, and stepped forward to push the communications squad leader's body away, and looked up the Nightingale Team's last mission record.

Medical Rescue... Stevedores Morton... Choppam Station!

When the scarlet keyword appeared in his eyes, Ezio instantly sounded the alarm for the Astartes team.

"Target found! Location 355.14/171.3, nearby map has been uploaded. The target has lost control and is out of sight for 5 minutes and 22 seconds...23 seconds...24 seconds..."

"Received! Timing 23 seconds...24 seconds...25 seconds...synchronization completed!"

The team commander walked out from the Defense Force headquarters, followed by two Imperial Fists.

After waiting for the timer on the pupil membrane to be calibrated, the giant signaled with one hand to the team members who stayed behind to command, and then moved towards the midway between the target and the City of Divine Grace.

The latter nodded slightly after receiving the gesture, and then issued an order to the officers of the Defense Force:

"Block all backup channels in the A1-A7 area and stop access to all maintenance pipelines along the way."

Similar alarms occurred simultaneously in many places around the Holy City, and finally formed a series of sharp blades pointing at his defense system in front of Imperial Fist Captain Hornthorne.

"Has the crowd diversion been completed?" Looking at the intricate passage structure diagram around the Holy City, a sound like a bell sounded from the headquarters of the Defense Forces.

Colonel Clive, commander of the Defense Forces, looked embarrassed and responded to the inquiry from his immediate superior in a low voice:

"The diversion has been completed, but the deployment of our troops has not yet been completed..."

"No wait!" Hornthorne waved his hand to stop the colonel's explanation and ordered directly:

Inform the Holy Light Brotherhood to fill in your gaps in the inner city!

Authorize the Home Defense Forces to fire! If any moving targets appear in the direction of Chopam, shoot them first! "

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"who I am?"

In the shadow of the corridor leading to the main city, Morton kept thinking as he walked.

The awakened will in his body was so complete that it made him feel that his twenty years of life were like a floating island that had collapsed when the tide came.

"who I am?"

In addition to his footsteps and the streams in the drainage channels on both sides, there were also a few tiny noises in the passage.

“I was Morton, a longshoreman;

I am still Morton, a... glorious Hydra! "

Snapped……

The sound of rotten wood being crushed was so sudden that he could no longer pretend not to know. The maker of the sound was put on alert due to his own mistake, and Morton's attempt to get closer was in vain.

It's a pity that another shot is about to be fired...

Sensing the intersection ahead and the pursuer behind him, his mind was still thinking, but his body had already reacted first.

"Stop!" The orders from the soldiers in front arrived together with the tactical lighting on their firearms, and the people outflanking behind were also close at hand.

Morton's body stood frozen between a thick pipeline and an abandoned oil drum, as if he was at the end of his rope and was about to die in the next second.

The soldiers in front stared closely at the figure in the darkness. The two men's guns covered each other with no gap. It was not until they rounded the obstacle that their vision was lost for half a second;

The captor behind him became more and more excited, and his breathing sounded like muffled thunder in the corridor, and only he was unaware of it.

It's now! Three seconds countdown!

When the tactical lighting in front of you is blocked by obstacles, when the pursuers behind you feel that they have a chance to win;

Morton quietly pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist, and then moved sideways the moment the pursuer behind him climbed over the oil drum.

Two seconds countdown!

The thick arms locked the intruder's neck, and the sharp dagger followed the inertia of the two people's rotating bodies and swiped past the intruder's throat in an instant, and then kicked it out after pulling out the blade.

One second countdown!

Front left, two targets, 3 meters apart, exposed, without cover.

Plop!

The fallen body was pushed out by the murderer and fulfilled its mission in the moment it attracted the attention of the soldiers at the front.

boom! boom!

Two pump-action shotgun shots came from the guard's instinctive vigilance for the shadows.

Boom! Boom!

There were two more short automatic gunshots, and it was the corpse's comrades who paid the bloody price for his recklessness.

Morton knelt down and was about to pick up the pump-action gun in the soldier's hand, but the footsteps of the "similar" behind him made his movements freeze on the spot.

"Astartes..." he murmured.

The person who responded to his words was the yellow giant who slowly walked out from behind the corner with a bolter in hand and an aiming stance.

Morton stood still, waiting for any opportunity that might arise.

He knew that his reaction speed was a joke compared to the Astartes who had completed their physical transformation.

If there are no accidents, any action he takes will declare the mission a failure.

The air was frozen at this moment, and there was nothing in the quiet space except the steady and unyielding pace of the Son of Dorne.

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

The sound of logging gunfire suddenly sounded from the side of the intersection. The dense metal jets, guided by the red rays of tracer bullets, knocked the unprepared Son of Dorn back repeatedly, and even the thick ceramic armor was splashed with sparks.

In the narrow passage, the two men's solid offensive and defensive posture suddenly loosened.

Morton instantly bent over and rolled towards the thick pipe behind him, and the two bolt shells following his figure used huge holes in the ground and pipe to express the anger of the Son of Dorne.

"Glory! To Hydra!"

Morton was running wildly, with a faint war cry ringing in his ears, and the roar of a bomb letting him know the final fate of his comrades.

"I can't die..." He forced himself to calm his violently beating heart. The method of suspended animation spread within the legion slowed down his breathing extremely quickly.

His physical condition declined rapidly within seconds, and he finally merged with the surrounding environment dangerously before the thermal imaging vision of the Son of Dorne came after him.

"The target is lost...yes, keep looking..."

The high Gothic language, which sounded like thunder, came out from the mouth of the giant across the wall with a strong sense of unwillingness. But Morton's leaden eyes were unblinking, as indifferent as a hibernating snake.

In order to reduce physical symptoms, he had entered a short sleep at this time. Even if the Imperial Fist did find him, he wouldn't know about it.

The giant finally left after searching to no avail, and Morton, who fell into dormancy, also returned to the world in the corridor a few minutes later with a violent gasp.

Along the way, he had several brushes with death. But under the cover of similar sacrifices, he finally managed to get the supplies delivered to the inner city in a temporary underground warehouse without any danger.

Magnetic suction cups (hand and foot attachment equipment), optical camouflage cloak, sniper bolter, and accompanying observer equipment.

Morton put these special equipment on his body one by one and waited there for another two minutes. But the passage of time finally convinced him that he would never be able to wait for the arrival of that strange partner.

Carrying the heavy sniper bolter behind his back and tying it with an armed belt, Morton bent down and hung his partner's aiming device around his neck.

After pulling out the straw of the water bag on his chest, he looked up at the leaden sky outside the window, and then plunged into the violent storm.

"Hydra Supreme, long live Alpha!"

With a 10-minute countdown to the mission, Morton finally climbed to his predetermined position despite heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

He squinted his eyes and observed the corridor below him, waiting for the mission target to appear in his brain and the signal to fire.

9 points…

8 points…

7 points…

6 points……

Finally, following a rush of people, he found a goal that could activate the to-do list in his brain.

But he didn't rush to take aim, he just used the peripheral vision of his vision to collect the position of the crowd.

Because in the knowledge given to him by the unknown existence, he knew that some battle-hardened veterans had an instinctive reaction to the preview of weapons.

5 points…

4 points……

3 points……

Morton's crosshair was always set on the open space at the target's feet until the target in the advancing crowd was nearly a kilometer away from him and almost disappeared from his sight.

Buzz!

A low-frequency, special sound that only Morton could hear sounded. His originally dilated pupils shrank instantly, and the gun in his hand was slightly adjusted along with the suddenly tense muscles.

Looking at the battle nun who was shouting orders in the crosshairs, he locked the deadly gun in his hand firmly on her chest from a distance of more than a thousand meters.

Boo!

Bullets streaked through the rain, instantly knocking down targets thousands of meters away. Scarlet blood flowers bloomed from the eyepiece, and the panicked crowd screamed one after another.

Looking at the high-temperature trajectory that disappeared in the rain in front of him, Morton's teeth covered with dirt were exposed from the corners of his mouth:

"Hello, please accept greetings from Hydra!"

renew.