Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"I don't think this is fun!" On the eve of the fleet's departure, on the Unremitting Crusade, which had undergone an emergency mobilization, Calvin looked at the report on liquid metal in his hand and said. The mechanical priest in front of him wanted to say something else, but Calvin had no time. On the porthole more than ten meters high on the bridge, the heavy adamantine armor was slowly descending. In the remaining vision behind the thick bulletproof glass, the gap in the real universe in front of the huge fleet was already faintly visible. Retracting his vision from the porthole, Calvin turned his head and looked at the mechanical priest in front of him: "The experimental plan will be postponed. We are about to enter the subspace navigation state. During this period, all experimental plans are suspended. I don't want you to create any new "surprises" for me at this point in time..." "But... your will!" The mechanical priest finally chose to obey, then bowed slightly and retreated. Calvin watched the former leave until the light from the porthole behind him disappeared, and the dome of the bridge was covered by the ship's own lighting. Woo... Woo... Woo!

A huge alarm sounded throughout this eight-kilometer-long space city, and yellow and red indicator lights alternately lit up in countless corridors and cabins.

Inside the huge battleship, the Grey Knights began to patrol and walk around the interior of the battleship.

Except for the Grey Knights headquarters, the members of the battleship were strictly divided into three groups: on duty, on standby, and dormant.

Except for the first group who were allowed to move around in the ship, the latter two could only appear in their own cabins.

In the engine room in the rear half of the battleship, the mechanical priest was holding a solemn and solemn awakening ceremony for the machine god.

The sacred bell was struck three times with the background of prayers and incense, and the Geller field generators throughout the battleship also woke up from dormancy and held up a protective embrace for the entire battleship.

Boom!

The indescribable sound resounded in the ears of every member of the fleet, making mortals dizzy;

The humans in each cabin fell into a temporary incapacity, and the battleship continued to move forward under the inertia of the Thinker's command.

Until the fleet reached the gap in reality, the human fleet, which looked like a tiny insect in the distance, disappeared in the huge energy portal in the next second...

Buzz...

A short and sharp tinnitus appeared in Calvin's mind. No matter how many times he participated in the warp voyage, this feeling similar to weightlessness made him dislike it.

The huge pure energy environment oppressed his will and instinctively made him move closer to his own warp entity;

However, the strong body, as his anchor point to reality, was firmly controlling his will and keeping it stable in reality.

In the psychic vision, the warp entrance in front was already surrounded by all kinds of strange creatures. The connection to the reality portal made the projection of the soul more obvious, and also made these demons who smelled the smell more excited...

The second before the battleship entered the warp was also the second before Geller's position covered the battleship.

"Kill! Endless killing!"

"Open your mind and embrace the ocean of desire..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Only true knowledge is eternal..."

Perhaps sensing the taste of fresh souls, the creatures of the warp whispered with greed and madness, and could not wait to appear in the ears of every psychic.

"Tranquility!" Calvin whispered, and a ray of moonlight flashed in the psychic projection...

The low humming throughout the warship stopped instantly, just like a predator in the ecological chain, seeing a more terrifying existence a second before hunting.

The creatures near the warp portal were fleeing frantically, and those who were too close had disappeared in the moonlight...

This situation was obviously not the first time, and the psychics on the warship had long been accustomed to it.

Only the newly appointed astropaths experienced it for the first time. They stopped defending their minds with confusion, not knowing whether to continue.

On the throne, this may be the shortest whisper of the warp they have ever heard in their lives...

After the fleet entered the warp, the timer on the ship was 3 minutes.

Seeing the information of the warship's self-inspection being summarized on the bridge, the entire ship entered a stable state in the first subspace navigation after its official commissioning.

Calvin signaled to Fleet Admiral Tibers in the air, then stood up from the throne at the highest point of the bridge and left.

He walked alone in the tall corridor, and a crystal bottle in his hand occasionally shone silver light under the light above his head.

Calvin was not satisfied with the research progress of liquid metal. He decided to do some personal exploration of these unexpected gains in his own exclusive laboratory...

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In addition to Calvin who was far away in Feldman, the Imperial Fists Captain Hornthorn on Ophelia 7 was also dissatisfied with his current work.

In the context of the failure of the naval battle in the galaxy, the local defense fleet almost failed to cause any trouble to the enemy and died easily.

This senior officer of the Imperial Fists, who was famous for its defense, obviously had too many reasons to complain.

But this is not his style. The blood of Dorne not only makes him as hard as a rock when war comes, but also makes his mouth as silent as a rock.

"So, Father Farias, a visiting scholar from the Forge World of Huangquan No. 8.

As you said, your spaceship was affected by the naval battle in the star system 6 hours ago, so it was forced to land in the province of Cessi?"

In the underground fortress of the City of Divine Grace, the capital of Ophelia, Hornthorn looked at the strange mechanical priest brought up by the guards, looked at the visitor with suspicion and said.

The latter looked quite calm when meeting Hornthorne's gaze.

His mechanical prosthetic arm took out a data tablet from behind, briefly operated on it a few times, and then handed it to the Astartes in front of him:

“Yes, the God of All Opportunities testifies.

Shortly after I was unfortunately involved in the battlefield between the two escort fleets, a torpedo from your escort fleet hit my ship.

There are complete data records for the above situations, and you can check them one by one from the voyage log of our ship. "

"……All right."

After repeatedly checking the files on the data board, and finding nothing unusual, the Imperial Fist handed the data back to its owner, and announced the latter's next fate.

“Then, in accordance with the Olympian Agreement, Father Farias, you have been temporarily requisitioned!

The realm of the Empire is under attack by traitors, and I hope you can help us with the knowledge the Emperor has bestowed upon you. "

"It's an honor." The priest bowed slightly in greeting, and was immediately taken away by the guards.

Hornthorne watched the priest's leaving figure for a long time, and gave orders to the guards who returned.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him until the people from the Forging World take him away."

"yes!"

Supplementary update, a bit stuck. But after thinking about it for a night, I still feel that the existing text narrative is already the optimal solution to the narrative structure within the author's ability...