Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The battle on the black ship continued, and the Astartes present, no matter which camp they came from, opened their eyes wide and refused to miss this legendary duel.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

The storm of Fenris still roared tirelessly, venting its anger to the mountain in front of it, but the mountain remained motionless, showing its existence in silent contrast.

Ever since the day Ragnar walked out of the ice field of Fenris, he had left the mortal world as a warrior chosen by the Supreme King;

And since he drank the cup of wolf wine, he became the blood of Rus and fought bravely in the territory of the empire, killing countless enemies for the empire in centuries.

But even in these hundreds of years of fighting, he had never had such a satisfying battle.

Because no one had ever really given him the opportunity to use all means, let him burn the anger in his heart to the end, and swing the battle axe in his hand to the last breath.

Never, he thought there would be no future.

He was born a warrior, and his skill in wielding a blade was as instinctive as his use of his body and claws.

Whether he started as a Blood Claw or became a Wolf Guard after fulfilling his oath of revenge, he had never met an opponent in the hundreds of years since he became a Space Wolf.

In the occasional intervals between wars, he would also guess that he would die in a fleet battle or disappear in a warp voyage. But he never thought that he would feel a sense of crisis of impending death because of a one-on-one head-on duel.

Yes, although the demigod in front of him did not fight back, but only defended against his attack in a seemingly simple way.

But in the first second when he used his weapon to resist the opponent, he already knew the initiative of this battle, and there was never a moment that belonged to him completely.

That was a more powerful force than him, but it was always restrained in a defense that was exactly equal to his attack. That was a more sharp eye and body than him, but it was leisurely maintaining a speed equal to his.

Even his proud martial arts were the same. Every adjustment of the opponent's center of gravity was luring his attack.

And these subtle shifts of the center of gravity in seemingly ordinary movements within milliseconds made his offensive sink into the sea, without receiving even a single positive feedback.

He had tried his best, but the enemy's eyes and weapons were always pointing at his loopholes. He was close to the limit of his physical burst, but under this seemingly simple counterattack, he couldn't even retreat and could only continue his dance.

Yes, perhaps in the eyes of bystanders, he was still continuing his attack at this time, and if there were no accidents, this suffocating attack would continue, and it seemed that there would never be an end.

But Ragnar, who was in the center of the storm, knew that in this battle until now, he was like a kite controlled by a string, just dancing under the guidance of the opponent.

The slashing and stabbing of the battle axe... the shoulder and knee of the power armor...

The Alpha Wolf used his entire body as a weapon, and he used all his skills. The hundreds of attacks in a few seconds can be said to have exerted all his abilities.

However, the heavy sword in Calvin's hand was like a wall of sighs. While dissolving his attacks one by one in various structures supported by the body, it also showed him the so-called limit of defense.

The swordsmanship of the Ever-Victorious Army from Ultramar, the champion heavy sword from the Imperial Fist, the rapier and scimitar from the Phoenix Guard, and the gladiatorial skills from the World Eaters.

The greatsword in the hand of the mysterious Primarch in front of him was waving, and the routines of his martial arts always appeared in a shadow that surprised Ragnar...

And what made him even more depressed was that the Primarch had just used the sword as a shield and forced him back with a set of martial arts belonging to the Imperial Guards, and then he showed him a familiar starting posture in front of him:

Fenris's Fangs - a one-handed version of the dual-wielding battle axes.

Is this because his underwear has been seen through? Or does the Primarch already know the martial arts of Fenris?

Ragnar, who suddenly retreated, felt a trance. In the absurdity and astonishment, he had no doubt that the guy in front of him would teach him "all kinds of martial arts of Fenris" again in the next battle.

And he, Ragnar, was the unlucky guy used as a teaching prop.

Is this really a battle? Or is this just a face-to-face show of force?

What does he want to explain to himself? Oh, power.

The truth that has been known and recognized by people in Fenris for countless times - power based on absolute strength.

"No more fighting! I admit defeat..."

After figuring this out, Ragnar instantly lost the desire to fight. The opponent had proved his strength. And as a complete loser in all aspects from physical fitness to martial arts, what else can he do except offering his loyalty to the winner?

Obedience is also a kind of survival wisdom, especially in the cold and cruel wolf pack.

Panting heavily, Ragnar looked up at the giant in front of him, and finally, with a low roar of unwillingness, he held his battle axe upside down and handed it to the winner in front of him.

The Primarch, who had put the heavy sword behind his back again, strode forward and snatched the battle axe from Ragnar's hand, then raised it high to show all the witnesses.

This is the handover of the status of force after it has been proven, and it is also the transfer of rights after force has been confirmed. Fenris’ culture is so naked, and Calvin, who understands their rules, will not refuse and be polite, because that is the right to Ragnar's greatest insult.

The Wolf Guards fell silent after seeing the victor's appearance, and finally knelt down in rows to show their submission to the new supreme power;

The Black Templars looked at the figure of the original body with complicated expressions, because during the battle just now, they also saw the shadow of Dorne for a moment.

But it would never be Dorne, for Calvin never concealed his temperament and his terrifying psychic abilities. While they were simply remembering their genetic father, they also witnessed the emergence of a brand new Emperor's Son.

The battle on the bridge of the black ship finally ended, and on the battlefield of Barlog ahead, the two fleets that had been paying attention to the direction of the black ship finally stopped attacking each other under the orders of their respective commanders.

This internal dispute that occurred in a corner of the empire was finally temporarily settled by Calvin, but the contradictions and conspiracies hidden behind the dispute were only just beginning to emerge.

"Your subordinates, come back to me after confirming the casualties." Calvin gave the order directly to the alpha wolf without any courtesy. He believed that the alpha wolf did not need any false politeness.

The alpha wolf, who had recovered from the emotion of defeat, did not hesitate. After taking back the symbolic battle ax from the original body, he nodded to him, then led the wolf guards to the flight deck of the black ship, and began to gather the black ship. of all Space Wolves.

At this time, Hrafnkel had also opened the deck. After breaking away from their restraints on the flight deck, the group of storm eagles turned on their engines in a ski jump and flew towards the black ship.

The Black Ship, whose captain had died on the spot, under the command of the surviving Inquisition personnel, opened the most vulnerable belly of the battleship towards the Astartes who had just met with swords...

Calvin stood up and walked towards the top of the bridge. His gaze swept across the crowd. After nodding with the bowed Black Templars, he finally locked onto the woman kneeling on the ground in the corner behind the crowd. body.

She just knelt down and sat there quietly, as if nothing could disturb her thoughts, and Alvin's head with closed eyes was on her lap, as if he had fallen into a quiet and deep sleep...

"He is not dead." Calvin's words brought the inquisitor back to his senses.

"Not dead?" She raised her head and looked eagerly to confirm his words, while the original body looked at the unconscious Alvin and said:

"It's just fake death, there is still salvation, and you..."

"I'm dead, aren't I?" Lisetta slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the freshly baked "Eye of the Empire" in front of her, but she didn't show any intentions for herself. At this time, she had completely lost control of this place and could not even command her own ship.

She did not attempt suicide, and Calvin seemed to have no intention of preventing her from doing so.

One of the two was confident, while the other had a vague idea of ​​Calvin's identity from the reactions of the Astartes around him.

They all know clearly that in the face of a Primarch who is good at controlling psychic powers, death is not enough to hinder the search for the truth. And it was after seeing Calvin with her own eyes and understanding his special identity that she finally felt the anomaly behind the order she received.

Hostility to the Space Wolves is nothing new within the Inquisition; this view has long been present within the ranks of the Inquisition.

But the existence and explosion of contradiction are two completely different properties.

In fact, there are many people who are dissatisfied with the Inquisition, and there are even more factional disputes within them than outside. But how many times have these conflicts finally exploded, leading to fierce bloodshed?

Who is deliberately leading the conflict and ultimately creating this encirclement and suppression of the Space Wolves in a short period of time?

Who doesn't want to see the large but weak Tribunal being integrated, but wants to transfer this special Lord of Terra?

And who couldn't see the Custodes returning to the stage of the Empire after thousands of years, and trying to lure their only link with the Inquisition away from Terra in the early days of the establishment of the Eye of the Empire?

Do they really just want the obedience or destruction of the Space Wolves?

Is their goal just to bring this person from Terra to her?

Lisetta, who had regained her overall vision, felt a chill to her bones the more she thought about it. The moment she gathered all the clues she had, she already understood the ultimate meaning of all the events that happened here:

"Someone doesn't want you to go back! This is a trap!!!" Lisetta reminded the original body loudly.

She hated herself so much at this moment that she had betrayed the oath she had sworn when she joined the Tribunal because of such selfish desires.

She even dared not imagine how much the entire empire would pay if Calvin really died here...

"Yes... this is indeed a trap." Feeling the tide in the distance, Calvin's eyes had already passed through reality and looked toward distant Terra.

And at the moment when these words were spoken, a large net surrounding the entire Gian Moro sector and even the entire eastern portal of Terra finally began to surround the prey in the center after a long preparation...

Buzz…

Low subspace fluctuations spread from far to near, erupting at a physical distance of thousands of light years. Only then did the psykers on the black ship and even the entire Gian Moro sector react, and they all looked in the direction where the original body was looking.

Incomparably huge waves of energy in the distance have surged. While they completely obscure the nearest starry sky between Gian Moro and Terra, they are also like the dark clouds and faint thunder in the sky before a storm. It rings in the ears of those who are capable.

The black clouds were like a huge weight weighing down on their reason, and in the supreme sky of Boju Yungui, the evil and corrupt power of chaos also began to violently sublimate and agitate.

Every psyker can clearly feel this pressure, and from this moment on, the actions of their will in the warp will become more dangerous.

But this powerful interference is still not the storm itself, it is just the aftermath of some larger phenomenon, and the danger that really makes them feel suffocating fear is slowly but surely approaching them.

Order is withering, while chaos is rising...

The endless evil carries noisy whispers that are countless times louder, resounding around the soul projection of the psyker, and the more powerful the person is who is closely connected with the subspace, the more likely he will be in the subspace at this moment. Strong erosion...

The Astropath on the Black Ship became the first victim of this feast:

He first stood up suddenly with a low roar, and then before the surrounding soldiers who were on guard and monitoring had time to react, he fell down trembling and twitching on his steel seat and cage.

All the ornaments and brands on his robes were burning fiercely, and under the horrified gaze of the stormtroopers monitoring him, his voice changed from rational suppression to crazy roar, and then from crazy roar. It degenerates into laughter full of madness and hatred...

The sound of bones dissolving and the cracking sound of rapid cortical growth sounded at the same time. Under the eyes of everyone, the poor man was first transformed into a pool of formless flesh and blood, and then countless wet tentacles grew out of his remains.

This horrific and twisted scene is madly impacting the sanity of everyone who witnesses it. So after receiving the scarlet warning in the eyepiece, although the stormtroopers could not control their own emotions, they still used the promethium flamethrowers in their hands to send timely purification to the evil in front of them.

However, its influence has already caused serious consequences, because the wills of other crew members around them have been violently impacted and contaminated after witnessing this mutation.

After the sanity of these people on the verge of madness reaches a certain limit, the collars around their necks finally take the first step, using self-destructive explosions to provide physical relief in advance for the pain they endure.

Similar scenes also appeared on other battleships and planets. Except for the think tanks belonging to the Astartes, most of the psykers in Jan Moro died under the first wave of this dark tide.

But it should be noted that not every battleship or every planet has a complete defense mechanism like the black ship.

After these psykers who were infused with the power of Chaos had their souls swallowed by Chaos, not all of their remaining bodies in the real universe were properly dealt with in the first place.

So under the starry sky of Gian Moro, countless large and small powers of chaos unfolded from the portals built by these skins, and the most concentrated place among them was Barlogo, which the Space Wolves once guarded...

Make up for the update, take a little rest, and update normally in the evening.