Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Warmth is always a short moment, but war will only follow its pace.

On the third hour after the subspace wave started, Helm, who had already arranged the only team he had, finally followed the trade wind and heard the inhuman howling of the fallen from the edge of the lava sea.

Under the high ground where the weapons base station is located, black basalt solidified by lava occupies Helm's entire field of vision.

And at the end of this dark rock formation that extends all the way to the horizon, there is already a similarly black crowd, twisting like a thin black line.

A team of hundreds of thousands of fallen people appeared from three directions and occupied the entire surrounding field of vision in just ten minutes.

These people are composed of people originally tainted by Chaos. They are overwhelmingly composed of civilians, with a few bureaucrats and businessmen among them.

More organized rebels and groups of demons are still raging in the nest city, and based on the population of the three peak nest cities, this should only be a fraction of the vanguard force.

There are many people, more than you can imagine. And even this first wave of fallen civilians already exceeded the amount of ammunition the Astartes had.

So the fleet waiting in orbit received the order from the flagship. When the crowd occupied the entire plain, they used the macro guns on their side decks to rain down hundreds of shells on the black plain to destroy them.

The huge space battleships slowly turned their bodies and pointed the weapon decks on their sides towards the ground.

The moment the locomotive-sized shell left the muzzle, it followed the kinetic energy of the barrel and pulled out fine tail flames in the vacuum, flying towards the ground of Barlogo.

After the dark warhead entered the atmosphere, it was accelerated again by gravity, and then hammered heavily into the ground amidst the roar.

The unlucky ones who were directly initiated were smashed into powder without any struggle. The red shock wave followed immediately, and in the process of spreading out for nearly a hundred meters, nearly a thousand people along the way were squeezed and crushed in mid-air. , evaporated, and then left the last remains scattered on the earth...

Large circular auras flashed in the crowd, exposing the black earth beneath their feet again. However, the bones of the dead were still cold, and more newcomers crowded in to refill the place.

And the "fire rain" falling from the orbit continues, so the previous apocalyptic scene repeats itself again...

This is a natural disaster, this is also a war.

It's hard to say how the Space Wolves are feeling when they see the people they protect becoming like they are today, but they are obviously mentally prepared for such a scene, and the preparation work is still proceeding in an orderly manner, but the entire position There is an aura like medium and low pressure.

Reinforcements were also arriving one after another. As the teams from other battlefields successfully evacuated, these people appeared from the end of the sky in the form of tiny flashes of light.

The airdrop capsule with the emblem of the wolf group rubbed violently in the atmosphere, and burned with orange light due to the unique local impurities in the air.

However, there were still too many people. This was not a task that a company without heavy weapons could undertake. Without a deep defensive mission, there was no room for them to display their characteristics.

There is no room for decapitation tactics, because all they see are crazy degenerates;

There is no room to move around, because the weapon base station is here, and no matter how expensive and hard the knife is, it will be worn and broken under the impact of endless gravel.

In front of a crowd of this magnitude, the automatic weapon platforms and minefields prepared by Helm were more effective in killing and killing people than bolters.

The former's dense bullet chain is enough to clear out all living creatures in the field of vision within a few seconds; while the latter's terrifying penetrating ability turns into an overly powerful weapon before the real demons appear.

So both Helm and the later Wild Wolves gave up the bolt weapons in their hands. They lifted out the logging guns one after another from the defense army's warehouse, and then occupied the favorable terrain and continued to fire at the surroundings.

A dense rain of bullets swept across the front line of the crowd, and the bullets that could shatter the torso penetrated several bodies before refusing to stop.

The latecomers among the large swaths of dirty blood and broken limbs were still moving forward. They didn't even wait for the corpse in front of them to hit the ground before they rushed out of the blood mist again.

The corpses piled up quickly on the ground, and then piled up again. The massive bones finally turned into a short slope. And the crowds of people immediately crossed them and used their bodies to rebuild the same slope again in the open space...

The blank space between the two sides on the plain was quickly filled, and the most bloody and brutal hand-to-hand combat was about to begin. The wild wolves handed over control of the weapon base stations to the garrisoned defense forces, and began to assemble at the front line of the position.

The crowd finally reached the edge of this small highland, and then broke through the blockade of the automatic weapons platform under the watchful eyes of the wild wolves.

The death of a large number of lives in a short period of time also caused the already unstable spatial structure here to be penetrated by subspace again, creating more portals...

In front of the position on the high ground, the sound of gunfire from the wild wolves continued, and at the end of a hidden path at the foot of the mountain, Marsh, a recruit stationed on the cliff, had just finished his battle here.

In the acrid smoke, Marsh put down the weapon in his hand. He frowned and picked up the heavy magazine from the ammunition box at his feet, and then replaced it with the empty one on the heavy bolter.

The location of this position is extremely secretive. It is an inconspicuous path under the high ground of the weapons base station. The wave of people just now did not impact him. Only a few people appeared here, but they were killed one by one by him.

But he did not feel relaxed, because he saw some familiar figures in the crowd - the uniforms of the defense forces who once took turns in this position.

This is not an accident, but the enemy's test of this secret intersection.

He reacted immediately and shot the soldiers hidden in the crowd one by one. However, the enemy did not give up. Instead, more figures were coming towards here.

And this was not the reason for his solemn expression. What really made him feel the pressure were the figures hidden behind the crowd.

Those figures had different shapes, but they were not humanoid. Some of them had been shot on the spot by Marsh's heavy bolter in previous tests, while others had escaped from his previous firepower.

"demon……"

Marsh muttered the word he had just learned, matching it one by one with the flashing red figure scanned on his helmet.

Automated weapons platforms were clearly inadequate against such an enemy, and the bolter in his hand didn't seem to be able to kill them outright.

Incendiary bombs... The young Blood Claw looked behind him. Six red storage tanks were lying quietly in a small ammunition box. The red paint on the special alloy tanks means they are dangerous, and the big "Pm" mark under the yellow skull explains its material and purpose.

The power of these six incendiary bombs is huge, and they are one of the few weapons seen in the hands of the Astra Militarum that can melt through ceramite armor.

But unfortunately, their number is too rare. This is already the entire inventory in Marsh's hands. It's not that Helm doesn't want to give more, but the entire weapons base station doesn't have more.

But if we go by the number the enemy showed just now, they are still not enough...

The footsteps on the path under the cliff gave Marsh no time to think too much, and he once again devoted himself to focused shooting, and the ensuing battle was as he expected:

The incoming crowd was no longer composed of civilians, but instead some established Astra Militarum and those demons became the main force of the invading enemy.

The automatic weapons platforms were destroyed one by one under the fire of the tanks driven by the Astra Militarum, and the offensive launched by the bloody demons forced Marsh into a desperate situation.

One, two, three, four.

The incendiary bombs that could even burn through steel eliminated dozens of grotesque demons. As these precious ammunitions were consumed, Marsh began to mentally prepare for a retreat.

Another fierce offensive was repulsed, and Marsh, who had emptied his ammunition box, finally knew that the time had come for him to retreat.

He made the remaining two incendiary bombs into a set of booby traps and left them on the position. Then, after looking deeply at the path under his feet, he calmly retreated.

200 meters, the first intersection. Marsh, who had just left the position, suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and a red flame rose behind him.

He smiled slightly as he looked in that direction, and then walked toward the back of the passage along the mine lines secretly arranged under his feet.

Another 200 meters, Marsh calculated his distance while running;

Turning right, Marsh suddenly looked up after walking through the trench, and saw an abandoned bunker without a roof in his field of vision. A detonator belonging to the Space Wolves was quietly placed on an ammunition box.

"This is it!" Marsh thought to himself.

However, the steps he just raised stopped in mid-air, and the knotted muscles on his broad back, covered by thick ceramic armor, were faintly beating.

Someone, more than one, was behind him, and he was being followed...

"Damn it!" Marsh stiffened his neck and turned around slowly.

And just ten meters away behind him, the air surged as thickly as liquid, and then a ferocious giant claw holding a red long sword appeared from the void...

Boom!

Among the pile of demon corpses, Marsh, who was covered in scars, was half-kneeling on the ground with a chain sword supporting his body.

His broad chest under the broken breastplate was panting violently, while a pair of wolf eyes that shrank to the extreme stared at the remaining enemies in front of him.

An enemy who watched him slaughter all the demons without even coming to join the battle;

A demon that can ignore physical attacks, causing Marsh to suffer a big loss in one glance.

"Good job." A voice that was clearly not human, expressing its appreciation to Marsh in profanity.

Under the crown formed by twisting long red horns, the long and narrow sheep head shows a human expression.

The equally long and narrow decapitation sword in its hand followed the devil's thoughts, and after flicking a few sword flowers as if it were nothing, it pointed steadily at Marsh's head.

Instinctively, Marsh blocked the chain sword behind his back instantly, and the demon that disappeared from in front of him appeared just behind him.

With the power of the slash on his back, Marsh strode forward and then slashed backwards with all his strength.

However, the sudden pain in his waist and the enemy's wild laughter told him that this was another trick played on him by the devil after crossing the shackles of space.

The circuit of the power backpack has been cut into half, and the solidified sol in the wounds under the shoulder armor and chest armor has been used up. The armor on his body has become heavier after losing half of its energy supply. The detonator was just a few meters away from Marsh, but he seemed to never be able to touch it.

"Can we still fight? Mortals?" The demon was mocking. The wounds torn open by the chain sword were healing visibly, and the hormones and pharmaceuticals used for treatment in Marsh's power armor had reached the bottom.

Has no one come yet? Marsh thought between battles.

He had confirmed a few minutes ago that he could not complete the mission, and he also sent a request for help in the direction of the main position.

But there was no news from the usually irritable Father Helm at this time, and the position less than a kilometer away from him fell into an eerie silence.

The communication channel that was full of war cries and roars just now was now silent except for the occasional gasp. The orbital communication was filled with noise, and there was no information about the appearance of reinforcements.

"What a pity..." The devil's voice sounded from behind Marsh again, and this time he had no strength to avoid it.

He calmly took out the remaining tobacco in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes amidst the sound of the wind blowing from the giant sword...

Buzz!

A violent blast of air interrupted the decapitation, and Marsh, who was blown away by the shock wave, reluctantly raised his head.

A silver portal was opening in front of him, and the demon who had been hidden throughout the battle was squatting awkwardly on a scrapped logging gun, carefully observing the figure that emerged from the portal.

"Gray Knight..." As a being who also possesses psychic powers, the demon already recognizes and knows the existence of the person in front of him the moment he sees the soul projection of the person in front of him.

"Gray Knight?" Marsh leaned against the wall of the trench, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and murmured the unfamiliar name.

It was this figure that made the demon in front of him emerge from the shadows. It was also this figure that gave the wild wolf, who had been preparing to die in battle, a new hope.

boom!

The silver-gray figure instantly exerted force, waving the halberd in his hand and rushing towards the demon. However, the red demon who had mastered supernatural power just now was retreating in embarrassment.

"In the name of the Emperor!" The pure, steel-colored figure roared loudly;

"In the name of Titan!" The azure halberd's blade was like an ocean, clenched by the steel-covered hands, it slashed towards the demon.

puff!

Without too much confrontation, the demon who was invincible in front of Marsh just now was beheaded by this being named Gray Knight.

And its fallen body, like its head, was burning violently in a white-hot flame.

Similar situations appeared throughout the land of Ballog, and the Relentless Jihad, which guided these Gray Knights to arrive accurately, hung high in the starry sky like a silver moon.

"The Will of the Legion!" Calvin, who had returned to the battleship at some point, closed his eyes and knelt down on one knee with the Imperial Truth in his hand.

On more than a dozen battlefields throughout Ballog, hundreds of Gray Knights who had just finished killing the demons followed suit.

From the psychic perspective, there is a huge silver halo spreading to the surrounding starry sky with the original body as the center.

And from the perspective of overlooking the entire Barlogo from the starry sky, there are countless identical silver light spots shining brightly on the bloody land...

Update, Kavin, made up for yesterday’s. Posted first, corrected later, sorry for any typos.