Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Let's go, take them home..." Calvin said as softly as possible, and none of the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards around him objected.

After the tragic life of Cerbus came to an end, they could no longer blame this abandoned child of fate.

Appius, or the former Cerbos, was dead, and only his corrupted body still stayed in place.

After his soul reunited with his brothers, his out-of-control body was visibly developing toward corruption and distortion.

Calvin raised his palm and pointed it at the body from afar. The light symbolizing redemption shone through Appius's body, and the silver-white flame spread silently over his body. However, this body did not struggle at all, but was calm. Accept your own fate.

When everything was burned out, the remaining ashes slowly floated and danced with the wind in the webway, and finally disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

After all the ashes disappeared, the double-headed eagle emblem that Calvin had been pursuing fell from Appius' body and lay quietly on the ancient stone slab.

The original body's power armor made a dull sound. He slowly walked to the original position of Appius' body, bent down and picked up the eagle emblem.

The empty corridor in the distance was as pale as they saw in Appius' dream, but what was different from the dream was the end of this corridor, the land they had really fought on, which belonged to the devil. Screams and roars could be heard faintly.

"Let's go!" Calvin felt the scale of the pocket watch on his chest, and there was obviously still plenty of time left for him.

He wanted to collect the remains of these sons of Guilliman as much as possible before the gods turned their attention here.

Maybe he is destined not to bring salvation to everyone, but since fate has brought him to this universe, to this ancient battlefield full of regrets, then he has the obligation to do something for these loyal souls, even if it is A little bit of relief is good...

The heavy sword was removed from Calvin's back again, and under his command, the power armor's servo began to perform final system self-checks for the battle.

Calvin regained his identity as a Gray Knight at this moment, preparing to retrieve the remains of the Sons of Guilliman while also devoting his "modest effort" to purify this ancient ruins.

His will was gathering like never before, and in response to his will, the power on the side of order in the subspace began to awaken again.

The authority and concepts belonging to the side of order, in the amazement of the gods, resurfaced in the endless origin of the universe after thousands of years.

Although their power is less than one billionth of what it was at their peak in the past, now that the Gods of Order are falling one by one, they are already a dazzling existence that is enough to make the Gods of Chaos pay attention.

Feeling the loosening of the positive authority in their bodies, the gods instinctively felt threatened, and they began to look towards the source of the call for this power.

Calvin in the real universe felt something at the same time. On the Erebus Clock that appeared in his palm, the red pointer was beating crazily towards the end point.

Buzz!

Deep in the webway, the invisible demonic tide suddenly began to make a huge commotion.

On this ancient battlefield, they are surrounding the demons gathered by the sons of Guilliman, fighting in an almost eternal battle in the most cruel way.

At every moment, hundreds of demons stand out from the surrounding demonic tide, screaming and rushing towards the battlefield at the core, engaging in a wheel-and-wheel battle with that special demon that lasts for hundreds of years.

Countless bones were scattered in the center of the battlefield, and among them there were many corpses of great demons lying on the ground;

Countless broken blades of remnant soldiers were stuck in this small piece of land, and the bloodstains on their blades corresponded to the dense scars on the demon that the sons of Guilliman had gathered together.

Yet this particular demon is still fighting, even though it has long forgotten where it came from, even though it has long forgotten why it is fighting.

It just used instinct and the endless anger from the soul to get up again and again from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and once again fought to the death with the evil demons that followed.

But the battle stopped suddenly because a "moon" suddenly appeared above their heads.

That "moon" is so cold that the light it emits is cold silver;

The moon was so fierce. In the first second it appeared, it announced its existence to the endless demonic tide under its feet with the power of order that was completely opposite to chaos.

The cold light was scattered around in an indiscriminate manner, and tens of thousands of demons within several kilometers were howling in fear under the billowing black smoke as the power of chaos was violently burned on their bodies!

This is not a simple attack on the physical level, but a direct attack on their souls and more core true names, completely disintegrating them!

They tried to attack this "Silver Moon", but they couldn't move even with all their strength;

They tried to abandon this body given by the real universe and escape, but found that the surrounding space was as hard as steel after being infused with the power of order.

They are melting! They are falling apart! They are facing their true demise!

The black smoke steaming within a few kilometers caused the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards who came after them to stop in shock, while the howls of countless demons out of fear were weakening and sparse visible to the naked eye... …

"Order..." Golden, who had a soul contract with Calvin, murmured. This was also the first time he saw the original body release the dangerous power he had always mentioned.

The Imperial Guards beside him also remained silent, or in other words, they could no longer speak.

Because when that light shines on them, it is also corroding and "correcting" their souls.

While they instinctively resisted this force, they were also shocked by the scene that this force displayed when facing the subspace demons, which was like a natural disaster.

The human side of their souls is rapidly weakening under the irradiation of this light, and a will as cold as a machine begins to be born deep in the soul.

The gray knights around them felt something strange about the Forbidden Army, and quickly led these Forbidden Army guards back, until they retreated beyond the edge of Calvin's power.

And as they left the illumination of the "Silver Moon", the erosion in the souls of Nicholas and others slowly stopped.

After several breaths, the Forbidden Army Captain recovered from the unconscious erosion of this force.

He almost lost all his strength and could only breathe heavily under the support of the power armor.

At that moment, he almost thought he had seen the end of the universe, and the figure in the silver moon made him feel instinctively afraid.

The remaining power of order was still beating uncontrollably in his soul. Under the trend of this power, he could not control his consciousness. While feeling horrified, he kept recalling what he had just seen above the battlefield. That existence is like a god's residence.

This...is the essence of the Gray Knights' Primarch? ,

Or is this the full picture of the last sharp blade left by the Emperor for mankind?

Looking back on his daily interactions with Calvin, it was difficult for him to combine this extremely cold power with that figure.

But with the natural disaster-like scene in front of him, another question couldn't stop popping up in his mind:

However, this sharp blade is no less dangerous than Chaos itself, right?

He and the other imperial guards couldn't help but think so, but then they had a subtle agreement because of the scene where the group of demons consecrated their heads.

That was a scene they had never imagined. Before Calvin appeared, they could not believe that humans would be so strong when facing subspace.

Yes, only this kind of power can confront the evil demon of Chaos, and only this kind of power that is incompatible with Chaos will not make the same mistakes as the Thousand Sons of Scars again...

"Order..." A Khorne demon hidden among the demons roared in shock.

The body as huge as a hill now only has a burning skeleton, and the giant sword that has turned to ashes under its feet is the only reason it can survive.

The great sword that he had obtained from the Brass Throne after ten thousand years of bloody battles was now only left with boiling liquid copper and molten slag. And the heartache of this kind of loss is not as shocking as the appearance of Father God's old enemy in front of him.

How long has it been since I saw this power? It searched for the memories in its soul, remembering the time when it was a purgatory demon.

The Father God at that time was far from as powerful as it is now, and the Blood Skull Legion at that time was far from as neatly organized as it is now.

But this does not mean that the first generation of the Khorne Legion was weaker than it is now, but that in the era when the Father God first ascended to the throne, the slave gods who were born with Him were not yet dead.

At that time, the Blood God did not yet have a truly settled core doctrine, and its status was not truly stable. Instead, the gods represented the birth of various elements of destruction, and their authority was far greater than that of the current demon princes. Not to mention, they The various forms of destruction legions he led were far more powerful than the current Khorne legion.

It can never forget how those obscuring slave gods and ancient giant-like demigods in the war of the gods rushed towards the kingdom of gods on the side of order one after another;

It cannot forget how those Titan-like gods fanatically carried out their missions, destroying the almost impossible kingdom of God one by one at the cost of their own fall.

It was an evenly matched war, and it was also a war in which the winner was not decided until the very end. As countless Khorne fell from the gods, so did the ranks of the Order.

If the dominant race in the galaxy had not been plunged into destruction and hatred one after another, it would have shifted the origin of the universe towards chaos, and at the same time, the gods of order would have lost the favor of the origin of the universe at a critical moment. The outcome of this final battle, which is equivalent to Ragnarok, is probably still unknown.

It originally thought that this power would never reappear, but now, he or they are back...

After tens of thousands of years, it once again saw this authority that should have disappeared in this universe. And it was this power that once represented the gods of order that made it know that unknowingly, the enemy of chaos had returned.

"Demigod?" Another great demon from the Lord of Disease changed his usual confusion. His eyes filled with corruption and pus stared at the "moon" above his head with the pain of being melted.

It looked at each other with the great demon of Khorne across the long distance between the demons, and the psychic spells coerced their thinking, making clear communication and judgment on the threat in front of them in a short period of time.

"Yes, and He has complete authority." Daemon Khorne affirmed.

This is by no means one of those "man-made things" with powerful physical and spiritual potential. This is the prototype of a god who possesses extraordinary essence from the soul level and is born with the power to control authority!

After feeling the erosion penetrating into the bone marrow of his body, the demon prince of Khorne simply gave up the body and part of his soul. As a faint blood light rushed out, a demon outside the battlefield suddenly had blood in his eyes. The light comes on.

"We are in big trouble..." Nurgle Demon Pregel muttered to himself. He took out a deer-headed staff from his waist and took out the grinning Nurgle hanging on the staff. The spirits were also thrown off.

"Hush! Be serious! This is not the time for fun!" It said seriously as it looked at the angry and roaring Nurglings at its feet.

As the last among the descendants of God the Father, it does not have a "divine plague" that can threaten this kind of existence. Moreover, even if it has such a killer weapon in its hand, it is still of little use against this kind of existence. unknown.

This "shepherd" staff, which was traded from Father Rain, is the trump card it uses to save its life. Although it was painful at the cost, it still activated the blessing on the staff and threw it into the center of the battlefield.

The deer-headed staff activated in mid-air, and the entire staff began to overflow with dark green disease aura. The entire staff was like a green comet, and before Calvin could react, it hit his feet hard.

boom!

The huge comet disappeared instantly after landing, leaving only the dark green flames stubbornly expanding against the power of order above its head.

Three eyeball-like seeds fell from the air, and then began to proliferate and expand crazily the first second they touched the ground!

Endless power of distortion and distortion spreads outward from these three seeds. The roots covered with barbs like flesh-eating maggots are like living creatures. Supported by the power from the Garden of Nurgle, they are spreading underground while also devouring the battlefield. The remains of all demons!

The branches and leaves that represent corruption and mutation are withering every moment under the light of order. However, these branches and leaves are supported by the roots blocking the bottom in the next second, and grow upward again with new life forms.

Under the cover of these branches and leaves, the emerald green carpet spreads rapidly around, and with the establishment of these basic ecology, corrupt maggots and swarms of flies with poisonous stings are also born from nothingness.

The Gray Knights in the distance watched this mutation nervously. They could even hear the terrifying swallowing sounds made by the roots on the originally charred battlefield as if they were alive.

The power of Chaos once again gained a foothold in the battlefield, but Nurgle Demon Pregel did not feel stable. It made a rare request for cooperation to another high-level demon on the battlefield:

"This thing won't last long! Hurry! Open the portal to the supreme heaven!"

However, before the Great Demon of Khorne could react, Calvin, who was standing in the sky, had already noticed.

Calvin, who was exerting all his power, looked at the changes under his feet and stopped the large-scale killing order.

He first took a careful look at the rotten wood under his feet, then smiled slightly and threw the big sword in his hand downwards!

Abundant power of order surrounds the sword of Imperial Truth, while the thunder cuts through the air with kinetic energy exceeding the speed of sound, with a trajectory that is difficult to discern with the naked eye, like a silver thunder falling from the sky!

boom!

The rotten tree that had grown to the thickness of a hug felt like it had been hit hard. The umbrella-like barrier of branches and leaves was penetrated by thunder. Silver flames spread all the way down from its branches and leaves, and there was a crackling sound of burning and the buzz of static electricity and ionized ozone. The sound was unusually conspicuous in the silence after the thunder.

Huh?

Calvin frowned as he looked at the vegetation still growing tenaciously below, while the two demons in the distance took a deep breath.

However, the original body in the sky suddenly raised his head and looked at the two of them, shook the Imperial Truth that returned automatically in his hand, and then grinned: "You can resist being beaten, huh?"

boom!

Another thunderstorm fell, and this time, after the thunder, there was a thunderstorm as dense as a torrential rain, blessed by the truth of the empire that returned with Calvin's mind!

renew.