Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The bow of the Lost Truth.

On the flight deck, or the space that used to be the flight deck and the war preparation hangar below it, among the ruins, two giants were "face-to-face" less than a hundred meters apart, fighting each other in suffocating murderous intent and silence. Watching, no one wants to take a step back.

On the adamantine handle of the war hammer in Calvin's hand, the precise threads were rubbed against a metal glove made of the same material, making a tooth-breaking sound;

The two power swords held in both hands by "Alfaris" echoed with each other's breathing in front of him and behind him, resembling the emblem of his own legion - a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

It's time to get serious. Calvin thought. After the two men tried all conventional fighting methods, they should have ended peacefully.

But a word that shouldn't be said and the details of the equipment that were accidentally exposed made the two original bodies tense up again, and there was even a clear undercurrent of murderous intention surging in the confrontation between them.

Calvin didn't know what the opponent's trump card was, but as far as he was concerned, the biggest hidden trump card was the power of order itself, which was rarely used directly among psychic powers.

This power is too cool and extreme. In his eyes, it is actually the same as the twisting power in the hands of the gods of chaos. When the power of order appears in the mortal world as the extreme power on the other side of the scale, it has an unstoppable " Correction” is equally dangerous and deadly.

There is almost nothing that can resist this power. Even Calvin himself controls this power with the unreasonable authority brought by his soul.

And even when he uses this fierce power, he still needs to pay attention to its proportion in spiritual energy to avoid causing a huge burden on the body.

Don’t even think about other people. Calvin did experiments:

Even cold metal will be destroyed at the atomic level because the crystallized state cannot be completely symmetrical, let alone the chaotic body of mortals and the soul occupied by desire.

When pure "order" is not assisted by "redemption", its too extreme power attribute is like a sword that is too sharp.

While Calvin relied on it and slashed it towards the demon of Chaos, he was also constantly reminded that the blade heading towards him was equally dangerous.

In the current dangerous environment, Calvin obviously couldn't care less about these risks.

A Primarch, or quasi-Primarch level opponent was right in front of him.

The special thing about the original body is that there may indeed be a difference in power between them.

But if it comes to a critical moment of life and death, no one is truly defenseless. (Lorjia is an exception. He had an instinctive rejection of force, especially his rare psychic powers, during his growth period, which led to him being perhaps the worst developed individual power among all the primarchs. And he has nothing to do with science. Lux’s battle can be said to be completely restrained, which is why he created such an embarrassing scene.)

As if sensing something extraordinary, the eyes of "Alfaris" across from him moved slightly. The aura on his body dropped instead of rising, and his whole person became more dangerous.

He stared closely at the war hammer in Calvin's hand. The originally surging spiritual energy fluctuations there were being replaced by a completely unfamiliar platinum-gold flame that gave him an extremely dangerous feeling!

"Don't get hit, you might really die!"

The instincts of the soul and body were activated at the same time, and Alpharius's heart fluctuated violently, weighing the current situation:

This body can certainly be lost, or it can be said to be a disposable consumable.

But he had a strange premonition that once he was hit by the power in Calvin's hand, even his body far away would not be able to escape the pursuit and damage at the soul level!

"It's a worthwhile trip..." Alpharius praised in his heart.

After careful consideration and weighing, the Lord of Hydra finally chose to trust his instincts.

"You'd better put that thing away..." Alpharius said.

"No fight?" Calvin raised his brows, sensing a sign of concession from the other party's body language.

"Hey! Don't be too proud of yourself! Ahem..."

A stream of blood overflowed from the mouth of "Alfaris". Calvin could tell from his metabolic system that had begun to collapse that there was not much time left for him to communicate with the body in front of him.

Yes, after all, this is just a fake that swallowed the blood of the original body.

Being able to fight against him for so long was partly because "Alfaris" suppressed the body's self-protection instinct and unleashed all its potential;

On the other hand, it can only be said that Calvin is probably still a long way from the true strength of the Primarch.

"Demigod..." Calvin sighed inwardly.

Although he had already stood at a height that was beyond the reach of the Astartes, only when he reached that height did he know how powerful the once active "Children of the Emperor" were.

"You are not the original body!" Alpharius looked at Calvin and made a comment that made him quite surprised and expected.

"Why?" Calvin asked.

"The human smell on you is too strong." Alpharius said.

"Huh?" This answer obviously exceeded Calvin's expectations, and he had thought about what Alpharius might say:

For example, his own strength growth rate is obviously slower than that of other Primarchs recorded in the Empire's data:

For example, your body is not genetically modified but developed naturally;

Another example is that he has not yet met the Emperor in the physical universe, and has not received the latter's "official recognition";

But the only thing he didn't expect was that the genuine Primarch in front of him, the majestic Lord of the Alpha Legion, would focus on such a strange angle.

However, Alpharius's comments continued, and Calvin continued to listen.

"I don't know where 'that person' found your soul, and why your soul can withstand and adapt to the body in front of you.

But I can responsibly say that the souls of all the Primarchs before you appeared were inhuman in nature. "

"What's the reason?" Calvin spread his psychic energy outwards to eliminate all possibilities of eavesdropping, and then asked Alpharius seriously.

All information about the body and soul of the Primarch is a secret that is difficult to find in the Imperium.

All their information was destroyed in the "accidental" subspace storm after the Emperor completed their cultivation.

Calvin originally suffered from the lack of comparison and did not know the difference between him and the original Primarch. When a real person involved took the initiative to mention this in front of him, he certainly would not miss this opportunity.

"The reason? The reason is that we are not human beings, but you are."

As if anticipating Calvin's next question, "Alfaris" followed his words and continued.

"We are tools!

The leader of the legions the Emperor used to complete his unification of humanity;

is the genetic template for all Astartes;

It is the strategic cornerstone that he uses to replace him when he cannot determine all strategic directions by himself.

But we are still tools!

Nothing has changed about this from beginning to end!

In my case, I have had my own consciousness since birth!

I even know how my consciousness was built step by step!

I watched my body grow from scratch with my own eyes!

I knew from the beginning that I would have the power and the lifelong mission to match it! "

Maybe it’s recalling those ancient memories, or perhaps finding someone to talk to for the first time in a long time.

Alpharius stepped forward until he stood in front of Calvin and looked directly into his eyes.

"what about you?

Before we had a complete world view, we already had to carry this 'demigod body' that was far beyond what ordinary souls could control.

what about you?

Without even having a chance to consider our own priorities, we had to shoulder the hopes of tens of thousands of Legionnaires and become their genetic fathers.

what about you? "

"Maybe this is a personal problem for you? As far as I know, other Primarchs have experienced growing up in human families."

Calvin retorted.

"Ha! Can you accept that a baby grows from a babbling child to a young man in ten years, and then becomes a giant beyond his knowledge?

Can you accept that a person is born with endless experiences and has a learning efficiency as terrifying as a machine?

Can you accept that a person is born with a sense that exceeds that of a beast, and can directly read your inner thoughts?

So what if these advantages were concentrated in one person?

That is already something that cannot be explained by a genius..."

Alpharius sighed:

“When such a person appears among the crowd, in addition to admiration, people are left with fear.

The fear of a being that looks similar to humans but does not belong to the same race..."

Calvin was silent. After listening to Alpharius's confession, he could almost imagine how those Primarchs grew up under the strange eyes of the crowd when they were young.

The label of inhumanity will persist throughout these children's growth stages, and unconscious exclusion due to fear will fill their lives everywhere.

And if this child has complete consciousness from the beginning, then...

Calvin could not imagine anything worse.

This is like a young dragon hiding in the herd. In order to survive, he must always remind himself not to cross the line and restrain his minions at every moment in life, so as not to cause an outbreak of fear and be driven out of the herd. …

Or, he can only decide not to interact with anyone from the very beginning, and hide alone in the corner of the world to complete his growth and transformation.

"You see. That's what we are. You are another attempt entirely by the Emperor."

Alpharius said slightly mockingly.

“Maybe he finally discovered the flaws in our tools after being taught a lesson, or maybe your arrival gave him enough to complete some kind of conjecture.

But no matter what, you are taking a completely different path from us. "

"Different paths?" Calvin chewed on this word, mentally recalling his various experiences since he came to this world. In hindsight, he discovered some details that he had never cared about, but now seemed not to belong to the original body.

He never regarded himself as an alien, so he never felt lonely;

He has never regarded himself as a special being, and naturally he will not put his own destiny above the destiny of mankind;

He never thinks that he is smarter than his comrades around him, so he will not make mistakes caused by arrogance;

He never had to pretend to be human, which is why his legion had so much laughter, rather than embarrassment hidden beneath the seriousness.

"Look, you understand what I mean." Alpharius looked at Calvin and said.

“You had a human soul from the beginning, not a poor imitator like us.

You don’t need to question your final position, and naturally you won’t have to worry about being hidden by all the birds..."

"So?" Calvin asked in a hesitant voice. He somewhat understood the confusion experienced by those original bodies, and he also understood the heavy burden of shouldering the hopes of legionnaires when his future was unclear.

"So, maybe you are the hope...and us."

Alpharius pointed his finger at himself mockingly.

"Just a joke amid a tragedy."

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