Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 427 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (12) Coming - Part 2

Calvin feels quite strange now. In the confrontation just now, he had a soul-level contact with the reflection of Russ on Ragnar, and the next second his hand reached out to Russ's ship - Hera. Finkel.

This battleship has served under the command of Russ for more than a thousand years. As the flagship of the Space Wolves Legion at its peak, its huge space is naturally filled with the footprints of Leman Russ.

All things are animistic. This is Calvin's most intuitive feeling about the universe after he came to this world.

And it is in line with his feelings that this Queen of Glory, as the space palace where Leman Russ has stayed for a longer time than Fenris, naturally contains more reflections of the former Wolf King.

What's more, it has never been silent. For thousands of years, the descendants of the Wolf King have been nourishing this huge palace with their own existence.

Therefore, when Calvin's power truly threatened Hrafnkel himself, the spirits that had been accumulated for nearly ten thousand years by the Space Wolves gathered into the reflection of Russ and roared at him in the space of the supreme sky!

The primarch's spirit was impacted by this power, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake him up. His original intention was to quell the civil strife here, not to destroy the spiritual totem of the Space Wolves.

Although he also deplored the sacrifices of those Gray Knights, he could only put aside his intention of revenge for the benefit of the entire empire.

Calvin's will relaxed for a moment, and the giant hand wrapped around the entire Queen of Glory battleship also showed a slight stagnation in response to his will.

It was at this moment that a wolf-shaped shadow spotted his hesitation and jumped out of the psychic blockade on Hrafnkel.

This ghost, representing a certain rune priest, jumped lightly in the subspace and approached Calvin. However, at a long distance, it was forced to stop due to the spiritual radiation of the original body.

He "looked" at the black star in front of him with fear. Although he knew that he was as fragile as a candle in the wind compared with it, he still anxiously sent out a long howl towards Calvin's soul, in which The underlying will clearly shows Calvin:

"Please put away your anger, Sons of the Emperor! All Father and Russ! We never had any intention of betraying the Empire! For the sake of the blood we shed for the Emperor! You cannot inflict this punishment on For those who have no choice but to resist!”

"Resistance as a last resort?" The slight fluctuations in Calvin's will were part of the Tribunal's protection of the Space Wolves for hundreds of years, and were also transmitted to the shadow in the fluctuations of his will.

"Arrogant." Calvin looked at the wolf souls in front of him and gave the most fundamental judgment on their past actions.

"You don't believe that the mortals of the empire have the ability to protect themselves, just as you don't believe that this empire fundamentally belongs to mortals."

"This..." Faced with this accusation, Wolf Soul also hesitated.

He did not want to, nor did he have the right to admit this guilt on behalf of the entire Space Wolves, but he did not have the time or the ability to calm both sides of this battlefield, which were blinded by misunderstandings and prejudices.

"It's your decision." He finally lowered his head in despair. This was not a surrender of his will, but a forced concession in this situation.

Calvin was also satisfied with its reaction. The contradictions behind this battle were far-reaching, and it would not be easy to resolve them overnight.

"Very good, I have no intention of destroying your bloodline. Please believe me, I will give you a reasonable explanation and explanation."

The voice of the Supreme Primordial was as loud as his size, and the shadow had no time to feel fear after witnessing Calvin's true form, and was immediately blown back by the aftermath of the power under the loud noise like the explosion of stars.

However, his heart finally relaxed, because this grand being had stopped punishing him and expressed enough kindness to him while being willing to communicate with him.

It's time to go back.

The wolf soul nodded slightly to the original body in the distance, and then jumped towards the way it came. And after he completely left the star's illumination, a belated fear stirred in his heart.

For the Emperor's sake, he originally thought that Calvin in reality was terrifying enough, but when he saw the origin of the original body in the Supreme Heaven, all that remained in his mind was fear and horror.

Is this the Primarch?

Even though he could recognize Calvin's identity immediately through the genetic memory contained in his body, who could have imagined that this demi-god exists in the real world and has a more terrifying figure in the subspace?

Are other Primarchs like this too? Impossible, at least he has never seen any Son of the Emperor in the memory passed down by the Legion, who can have such a form in the Supreme Heaven.

Not even the former Crimson King, whose soul was clearly recorded among the Storm Priests who were lucky enough to come into contact with it.

That is an outstanding and transcendent soul. He may have vast knowledge and extraordinary power. He may be able to stir up and manipulate the power of subspace through magic, and show scenes like natural disasters in the human world.

But his essence will never be like the one in front of him. He is the simplest and most intuitively powerful without any need for flaunting or praise.

Yes, it is the simplest, most intuitive, strong, and big.

The strong side comes from the fluctuations that overflow from Calvin's soul, which allows all psykers with attainments in the soul to instantly recognize the detachment.

It was obvious at a glance that it was not a gift from some existence, but a firmness built from the cohesion of mortal souls.

The larger aspect was even more puzzling to him, because the size of the soul was not absolutely related to its strength. On the contrary, the size of a soul was absolutely related to the time it existed and experienced.

And the star-like volume that appeared in the Supreme Heaven itself showed that this soul had experienced hardships that others could not imagine, and only then could it have such accumulation under countless reincarnations over tens of millions of years.

An immortal? An immortal with the material body of a Primarch?

The priest of the Space Wolves was terrified by his own understanding. He felt that he might have seen an incredible secret hidden behind the history of the Empire.

But if he thought so, when was he born? What was his relationship with the Emperor?

Why had he never left a trace in the history of the Human Empire?

What position and role did he and his legion play in the entire unfortunate history of the Empire?

He could not think any further, as he felt that his sanity was on the verge of danger.

At this moment, on the real Hrafinkel, the slight connection he maintained with his real body was being gently shaken by his comrade-in-arms, who was also his apprentice.

"What was the result?"

The chief rune priest Baratheon opened his eyes and felt the light of reality again, and what he heard was his apprentice's emotional question.

"Calm down! Calm down..." Baratheon warned his apprentice, and also soothed his frightened soul.

After the latter stabilized his emotions again, the chief priest finally spoke again in his expectant eyes:

"The lord has no ill intentions, and he is willing to listen to our difficulties. The legacy left to us by the primarch will not fall, and there will be no new blood flowing here..."

"Allfather and Russ!" The young wolf cub shouted happily. Although the doomsday threat just now had stopped, the conclusion from his teacher still made him feel relieved as if the dust had settled. ,

The natural disaster-like scene was too horrible. If he had a choice, he would not want to see it again in his lifetime...

However, another question immediately appeared in his mind, so the young priest apprentice spoke again under the gaze of Baratheon, asking a headache that he had ignored:

"What about the wolf? He and the Wolf Guard are still on the Black Ship."

"Russ! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

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What about the wolf leader? Of course, leave it alone.

The Black Ship's bridge was in a mess at this time, and the wolf leader Ragnar, who had just crawled out of the ruins caused by the collision, happened to see the Grey Knight Primarch walking towards him with a heavy sword as soon as he raised his head.

The initial anger had calmed down with the surge of blood. At this time, after Ragnar endured the heavy blow from Galvin, the calmness and prudence of the wolf leader finally regained the upper hand in his brain.

Ragnar finally had time to carefully observe the enemy in front of him, and his fighting instinct still existed.

A large amount of fragmented battle information was gathered in his mind, and the image of Calvin was gradually pieced together, and then he came to a conclusion that he himself could not believe.

First of all, Calvin was very big, very big...

There was nothing wrong with this view, because in the Astartes Legion, the size of the body was actually the origin and development of its own gene seed.

And the larger the Astartes, the closer they were to their own gene origin at the pure genetic level, and the higher the upper limit of the force they could control.

Secondly, there was no second...

Looking at the behemoth in front of him, whose height was nearly four meters in the armored state, Ragnar finally realized what he had just fought with.

Listening to the rumbling sound of Calvin's full armor, the weight of the dreadnought mecha stepped on the deck, the blood color in his eyes faded, and the head wolf with pupils shrank violently. When he raised his head, even his breathing began to pause.

What the hell is this thing?

It can't be a gene original, right?

Well, although he didn't want to admit it, Galvin's iconic figure in the eyes of all Astartes, and the pheromones that were as conspicuous as a lighthouse emitted by the latter in their senses, were forcibly confirming a fact to Ragnar with information at all levels.

A living, unknown, brand-new Primarch, just stood in front of him so bizarrely and unreasonably.

A Primarch living in the 39th millennium of the Imperial Calendar?

A mysterious warband that he had heard of but never seen, the real gene master behind it, a Primarch whose bloodline directly originated from the All-Father and existed on an equal footing with his own gene father Leman Russ?

Fuck Khorne's ass! Is this some kind of Imperial joke?

This is what I just chopped with the battle axe in my hand?

Wait, I seem to have cut his gauntlet? Damn it! I'm so awesome...

However, the footsteps getting closer and closer in front of him did not allow him to think anymore. The burly figure, who exuded the meaning of irresistibility, had stopped when he was more than ten meters in front of him.

In the helmetless head of the wolf leader Ragnar, the Ear of Riemann, which had just recovered from the shock, had already heard the voice of the mysterious Primarch!

"Come on! Since the matter is too complicated, let's deal with it simply.

I heard that you Fenris have a rule, which is whoever has the biggest fist, listen to whoever has it, right?

Although fighting you is a bit inconclusive, this is already the best way. What do you think? "

"Huh?" The alpha wolf instantly realized what Calvin meant, but shouldn't that kind of confrontation ritual be witnessed by the mountains of Fenris?

And according to the power that the guy in front of him has, he still needs to use his sword to decide the outcome?

"If you don't use psychic powers, just use swords." The wolf's mind was active on the surface of his soul. Calvin didn't even need to pry, and he solved the former's doubts with words.

"Come! Use the same power as you and don't bully others." The original body once again issued a sacred invitation to the wolf, and the meaning of his words made Ragnar furious.

Ruth is on! As soon as these words were spoken, Ragnar visibly raised his fighting spirit again!

He would never accept the other party's contemptuous concession, even if the other party was a powerful Son of the Emperor!

He must not allow the honor of the Space Wolves to be damaged in the slightest, even if he is about to face a demigod walking on earth!

Ragnar roared angrily and rushed towards the original body with all his strength, while the original body stood quietly and waited.

The heavy battle ax was as light as nothing in his hand, and was swung into a blue storm under the blessing of the ancient Terminator power armor. Amidst the protests from the deck below, the strong figure was like a train, rushing towards the silver mountain.

boom!

The sound of metal collisions came from the center of the battlefield, and this was not a simple collision, but nearly twelve weapon collisions in one second!

However, all of Ragnar's attacks were blocked by the original body with one hand, and even when the opponent was recklessly hitting his shoulder, he used a subtle adjustment of his center of gravity to maintain his power at the Astartes level. The battle with Ragnar continues.

The fighting on the surrounding decks had stopped. Although the reorganized Black Templars were angry, under the order of Field Marshal of this company, they maintained precious restraint and did not attack the Wolf Guards.

After the latter people returned from the battlefield, they had no intention of attacking again. After they reorganized into an array, they also joined the crowd watching the battle between the alpha wolf and the Primarch...

renew.