Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Compared with everyone on Placedia who was cleaning up the mess, Calvin's side obviously had a lot less doubts.

From the moment he stepped into the Webway, Calvin was ready for a fierce battle with the remaining daemon legions from the Webway War.

However, the situation did not develop in the direction he expected. Even until he followed his instinctive prompts and walked into the webway and stepped into those bizarre time and space tunnels, he could not find any trace of the existence of demons in the nearby environment. trace.

It's too clean...it's a little unusual to be clean...

Calvin led the Imperial Guards and the Gray Knights as they walked through a dilapidated masonry corridor. The surrounding walls had experienced countless years of baptism, and lamps of ancient styles were placed in the shallow pits dug in the walls. They were pale and The faded masonry reveals patches of mottled color under the dim lighting.

"Appius...Appius..."

Calvin kept chanting this name repeatedly in his mind, and feeling the will in his soul, in the seemingly transparent space in front of him, the multi-dimensional Webway Rubik's Cube composed of time and space was also reorganized in countless timelines. , leading him to where he wants to be among countless possibilities.

It's nearby...

His instinct told him that he was approaching his goal, but the quiet and clean corridor in front of him made him doubt himself.

"Something's happening!" Golden warned from behind, pulling Calvin out of his thoughts.

He followed the guard captain's fingers and looked forward. At the other end of the corridor that was so long that he couldn't see the end, a blue figure was standing silently with his back to them several kilometers away.

That's not a living person...

Because neither the Gray Knights' psychic vision nor the oracle arrays on the power armor of the Imperial Guards could receive any life signals from the front.

Moreover, his location is different from the corridor where Calvin and others are, and there is obviously a wider space.

"Let's go..." Calvin raised his steps and led everyone forward. As the distance between them and the figure continued to shorten, more details appeared in Calvin and others' vision, and the emperor's sharp blades also appeared. They became increasingly silent.

This silence reached its peak when they reached the end of the corridor, because below the end of the corridor, what was displayed in front of them was a huge battlefield ruins.

It was a huge circular square, located more than ten meters below the corridor where Calvin and others were.

The figure who clearly belonged to the Ultramarine-colored power armor could be seen by them because what he was stepping on was a hill composed of tens of thousands of broken alien weapons and bones...

An ancient MK.1 chain sword was inserted at the figure's feet. The energy indicator light on the hilt had long been extinguished, while another alien snake spear thrust into his chest penetrated his back firmly. The ground pinned him in place, which was why this particularly tall Astartes could remain standing.

White helmet, white shoulder armor, green osmanthus leaf pattern...

Golden and Nicholas looked at each other silently. This was the First Captain of the Sons of Guilliman, and theoretically should also be their Chapter Master.

Calvin silently looked down from the high platform extending from the corridor, and as his vision swept across, more wreckage, broken armor, and weapons belonging to the Sons of Guilliman were discovered.

Without exception, they were all mutilated and damaged after a fierce battle, and were quietly scattered around the hill in an extremely tragic state.

Calvin's heart paused heavily at this moment. He could almost imagine how tragic the battle was here:

When these Sons of Guilliman faced the frontal assault of countless demons, they established this line of defense in a hasty retreat, centered on the commander on that hill.

But the retreat stopped here. Unknown reasons caused the Sons of Guilliman to stop. After they consumed their last ammunition here, they could no longer maintain the hastily established defense line.

They could only use the only remaining weapons in their hands to engage in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with these demonic legions that were coming one after another.

There was only half a chain sword inserted into the demon's sternum, grenade fragments embedded in the wall, a polymer-edged dagger clenched in the hands of the severed power armor, shoulder armor and dents that were severely deformed under heavy blows. Fragments of chest armor...

A silent but extremely bloody battlefield composition was displayed in front of Calvin. It was the Sons of Guilliman scattered across the battlefield, using their remaining weapons and even their fists and teeth to fight a doomed battle with the enemy. .

But none of them retreated, and all the Sons of Guilliman within Calvin's sight remained heroic until the very end.

Their armor and wreckage entangled with those alien bones were silently telling Calvin and others how they struggled with those demons before dying, and how they tried their best like wild beasts. The force and the enemy perished together.

None of them had their backs turned toward the enemy, and none of them died by beheading outside of battle.

They fulfilled the loyalty they swore to the last second of their lives, and they...were worthy of their mission.

"Holy Emperor! Give me arms!"

"What a great and loyal soul, fighting and dying!"

Calvin was the first to kneel on one knee and recite in a low voice.

The people behind them also felt the will of these warriors rushing through time, and followed their commanders to pay them the respect that later generations would pay to their fellow travelers.

And the lonely souls wandering in this battlefield seemed to be able to feel their presence, and a war cry that spanned time rang in everyone's ears:

"For the Emperor! For humanity! Kill!"

"Ho ho... ho ho..." The maniacal laughter woke Calvin up from the memory of the deceased.

He lowered his head and looked at the source of the sound. In the open space below the high platform under his feet, the fallen man named Appius was standing there, looking at the ancient battlefield in front of him and letting out a nervous laugh.

But the moment he saw Calvin, he stopped laughing and backed away slowly, finally disappearing into the shadow of the corridor below the high platform.

"Chase!" Calvin said without thinking, and then he couldn't wait to bypass the steps next to him and jumped off the high platform.

The Imperial Guards and Gray Knights behind them had no time to react and could only follow their original body towards the corridor.

However, the disappearance of Appius was as strange as his appearance. After Calvin rushed into the corridor, there was no sign of his presence in the narrow space.

And when Calvin and others were chasing the missing figure of Appius, a thin mortal who should never have appeared here was discovered by them from the shadow of the corridor.

"Who are you?" The child crawled out from the shadows and looked at the inhumanly tall Emperor's Blades without any fear like ordinary people.

"We? We are the Emperor's angels..."

Calvin examined the child, and after not finding any traces of chaos on him, he ignored the guard captain Golden's attempts to stop him, walked up to him, knelt down and said.

"What about you? Child? Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Cerbus."

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