Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Twelve days is not a long time.

At least for an empire whose territory is so vast that it can be counted in light years, in the eyes of Terra, the center of its rule, the fall of a certain galaxy or even a star sector is ultimately just a statement on a document;

Twelve days is not a short period of time.

Because of the high regard of the state religion, at least due to the administrative efficiency under the Government Affairs Council, it has not become an inconspicuous so-and-so in Kumon Weekly.

The Government Council's order was responded to very quickly, almost 10 days after the surrounding imperial governments received the request for help. The surrounding galaxies and even neighboring star regions have received rescue signals as well as rescue orders from Terra.

But it is a pity that as the headquarters of the Imperial State Church and the hub of the subspace channel leading to the Sun Star Domain, Ophelia 7 itself is the location of the largest armed force in this sector.

In other words, if two companies of Astartes and six Sisters of Battle exceed the strength of two Orders of Admonition, they will still be on the weaker side in the war. Even counting the other scattered Astra Militarum forces in the sector, it cannot improve the situation there.

They need to wait for support from outside the star sector, such as the nearby Death Watch outpost, or some little robed men passing by because of some little secrets...

But the world of Ophelia 7 obviously does not have such good luck.

The Death Watch outposts around it have other important matters, and are dealing with a rebellion that has lasted for more than a century in the next star sector; and in the quiet universe nearby, there are no Astartes ship-based battle groups that happen to be cruising. .

Moreover, the Eye of Terror's malice towards Ophelia 7 is so deep, and the battlefield shielding they prepared for this raid is also so sufficient:

Since the appearance of the Alpha Legion fleet, the subspace wave gathering near the Ophelia galaxy has become increasingly active.

When support gathered from nearby sectors arrived, what these Imperial forces faced was the dangerous passage into the subspace leading to Ophelia.

They must take the risk of being permanently lost and ensure that they have enough sacrificial navigators in order to maintain the position of the Star Torch at all times in the twisted subspace wave.

That’s not to mention Geller’s position.

Once the fragile bubble of "artificial reality" cannot withstand the energy pressure and breaks, the entire ship will stay in the subspace forever and become food for the demons wandering around the fleet.

How to do it?

Do you want to take such a huge risk to conduct a support that is very likely to be completely meaningless?

You must know that among these temporarily recruited fleets, only one-third are directly affiliated with the Imperial Navy, and the local fleets under the command of various regional governors are the absolute main force.

They will inevitably be tied down by their duty to defend the territory and will not be able to hand over all the power in their hands.

The Imperial fleet gathered outside the Warp Storm was caught in a dispute, and the Imperial Navy's generals could only negotiate with representatives of these local factions one by one to break them out of their self-preservation mentality.

Precious time is being wasted like this. Seeing that the subspace channels are becoming more and more dangerous, the time window for support is being missed, and the pressure on the soldiers of the empire is becoming increasingly huge.

It was at this critical juncture that the Imperial Navy's Astropaths sensed the arrival of a huge force in the subspace.

This power is so great that just observing a glimpse of it is enough to silence astropaths.

All the debates within the imperial fleet are meaningless, because the position of the visitor will directly determine the ownership of this starry sky.

From the psychic perspective, the Astropath struggled to maintain himself until he received the signal from the Astropath on the Grand Fleet, and clearly saw the cold silver light at the forefront of the fleet, belonging exclusively to the Relentless Crusade.

"The God Emperor's blessing! It's our ship! It's our ship..."

The Astropath, whose entire head was covered in blood, tried his best to get the message out before his life came to an end.

The cheers broke the stagnant air and quickly spread from the bridge to the entire fleet.

Yes, this is the fleet where Calvin is.

After some emergency mobilization, it took another twelve days to cross a distance of nearly two star sectors.

The huge force under Calvin's jurisdiction, including the Inquisition Hammer Adeptus warships, Krieg-based Astartes strike cruisers, and Imperial Navy escort fleets, finally made their belated appearance.

The large fleet did not make any stop when passing through the periphery of the subspace storm, and had no intention of ascending from the subspace.

In the perception of the astropaths, a huge will is gathering at the spearhead of the fleet composed of three Gray Knight warships headed by the Endless Crusade!

Under the auspices of Calvin himself and the increase of the will of the entire legion, the psychic array on the entire battleship is working at full power.

The psychic choirs on the three battleships, supported by the will of the legion, faced the storm in front of the fleet from a perspective that was unprecedentedly powerful for mortals.

In the chants praising the Emperor, they completely ignited their burning souls. Using their bodies as a channel, they gave up themselves and fully embraced the ether.

In prayer to the Emperor, they released the indescribable amount of psychic energy they carried within them into the warp lanes.

Countless subspace creatures were wiped out at this moment, and the huge wave like a stellar prominence was suppressed.

The fleets at the rear also felt their sacrifice. Whether they were sleeping or on duty, they all looked forward and joined in the prayers at this sacred moment.

The entire fleet was linked to each other in the subspace, and eventually became a silver torrent carrying human will!

This power is so huge that astropaths in nearby star areas can easily detect it:

That silver light is so wide and so narrow!

It is like a long sword so huge that it can be measured in light. In the prayers and loud chants to the Emperor emanating from the sword, in the background of all the astropaths losing their voices.

Facing the blockade lowered by the Chaos Gods, he slashed away with one sword! Split the storm covering Ophelia 7 in an instant!

“Notify ground forces to abandon auxiliary forces and prepare to evacuate immediately;

The fleet immediately derailed and prepared for battle. "

In the orbit of Ophelia 7, among the traitor fleet from Chaos, a man who had been operating on the bridge as a servant spoke out.

The commander on the throne turned around when he heard the sound. In the quiet command room, the huge body wrapped in steel formed a strong contrast with the frail body of a mortal.

"Follow your will, Lord Hydra." After the giant examined the mortals in front of him for a few seconds, his hoarse voice came out from behind the thick snake scale helmet.

The mortal servant withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and retreated back into the shadows to play his original role.

"But I have a question."

The commander's voice sounded again, causing the mortal's body to stiffen. The latter looked at his "comatriots" on the throne, his uncertain eyes full of suspicion towards the former.

"But it doesn't matter." The mortal finally compromised. The layout here is too important, and he doesn't want to create unnecessary details.

"Did we achieve our goal?"

The commander looked at the puppet in front of him with sharp eyes. He knew that of course the adult would not be here.

But the current situation is so dangerous, and he wants to have a little luxury and get some precious truth before dying in battle.

"Ha! You want too much." The mortal sneered.

And in the next second, from inside a certain meteorite on the edge of the Ophelia galaxy, a voice sounded at the same time as a mortal voice with a serious expression on the bridge of the Alpha Fleet:

"You just need to know that your death was not unjust.

And we, always look forward! "

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