Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Manpower, and more manpower.

Although the new recruits on Titan were enlisting in batches of thousands, Galvin did not feel the burden on him lightened at all.

Because that was not normal, it was just the accumulation of qualified psykers by Titan in nearly a century.

Although his appearance has greatly lowered the threshold for new recruits, compared with the recruitment standards of other legions, the number of soldiers suitable for the Grey Knights is still pitiful.

And what about his enemies? Will they wait for this legion to grow slowly?

These two large groups are already an unprecedented peak of manpower for Titan, but can they really affect the situation of the entire empire if they are spread across the vast empire?

It is still not enough, at least the current speed of conscription and conversion is not enough.

At the end of the Great Crusade, this amount of manpower can barely fight a sector-level defense battle, let alone compete with the complete legions in the hands of other primarchs.

Shattered at the first touch and crippled at the first battle, this is the true portrayal of the Grey Knights Legion now.

And according to the current trend, the enemies of the empire have obviously discovered his existence.

The enemy could not give him time to develop slowly, and the psykers brought by the Black Ship Alliance could not make up for the severe losses on the legion-level battlefield.

We still have to find a way, but what is the way?

Calvin walked down from the podium where he explained and demonstrated the battle situation, and his thoughts were simultaneously in the battle in front of him and the construction of the legion.

The Honor Guards had already accepted the mission and left, and the remaining guards of the Imperial Guards were performing their guard duties.

The communication channels on the high platform went out one after another, and the commanders on the warships also prepared to leave in groups of two or three.

"Hmm?"

The Primarch, who was about to leave the conference room, stopped again, and his instinct reminded him that some things or some people were forgotten by him.

And this weak signal was captured, so he found his target in the crowd - the Astartes representative who was wearing red power armor but had almost no presence.

"Lemur of the Blood Raven?" Calvin looked at him and asked, but this inquiry was just a courtesy.

The latter was obviously familiar with this kind of doubtful affirmation, and simply walked out of the crowd to greet him.

"Greetings, my lord. The Blood Ravens await your orders."

However, his greeting did not receive the expected response. After an embarrassing and angry wait, he looked up at the giant in silver armor.

But the giant was also looking at him, or rather, at his soul.

Two different lights extended from the depths of his soul and entangled around him.

The ominous shadow of the curse was like a red veil, emanating from the inside of his soul. The other red light was slightly dim, clinging to the former, preventing and isolating all information from leaking out.

The curse originated from the same bloodline, and the blessing originated from the same source.

The curse was transmitted through the bloodline, and its glow was like a maggot attached to the bone, trying to extinguish the soul in front of it every moment.

The light of blessing was particularly tenacious, but its dim origin could only mean that its giver had fallen.

The two seemingly homologous forces were entangled and intertwined with each other.

But the source of the former's power still exists, and it is only a matter of time before the blessing is completely extinguished under continuous consumption.

But the latter's blessing obviously has its own unique features. Its tenacious form not only proves its owner's knowledge of the warp, but also has some unexpected effects.

For example, the weak and abnormal presence of the blood crow in front of him is due to this blessing. If it weren't for Lemur's emotional agitation affecting his soul, I'm afraid even the guards would subconsciously ignore him.

Even Calvin was quite surprised by this concealed effect with almost no psychic fluctuations, but if there is no external influence, the complete outbreak of the red curse will only take one or two thousand years.

And by that time, this Astarte and his comrades will surely have an extremely tragic ending.

Is it a flesh and blood mutation starting from the bottom of the gene? Or is it an unstoppable move towards darkness from the depths of the soul? Calvin has no way of knowing the specific result, but it will not be good after all.

He had to hesitate whether to deal with this war group with hidden dangers in advance.

+The Twins of Curse and Blessing+

Calvin's subconscious thoughts were not deliberately concealed, and the Blood Crow in front of him, who clearly had the Think Tank emblem, froze for a moment when he sensed this thought.

+You, can you see it? +

He looked at Calvin in surprise, almost unable to believe what he had just heard. The same thoughts jumped in the psychic fluctuations to respond to Calvin, but the intermittent fluctuations were enough to show his emotional agitation.

This was the second person who could see their essence, and in the past thousands of years, whether it was the top think tanks of other war groups or the α-level psykers who were powerful enough to tear the stars apart, they could not see the essence of these two forces rooted in the souls of the Blood Crows.

This was definitely his biggest gain from coming here, and as the secret holder of the war group, he must not miss this precious opportunity!

"Then you must have a way!" The soul of the Blood Crow was fluctuating violently, because the existence that gave them the blessing told the original Blood Crows this.

If you can see, you can theoretically influence it.

A seemingly simple sentence made these deliberately hidden children search for it for tens of thousands of years.

Because the givers of these two powers only briefly touched and manipulated this power with the help of the promotion of spells.

There may be people who can naturally and freely observe this force, but they have never seen such people themselves. They only exist in the theories of the school to which they belong.

Does such a person really exist? Maybe there will be, but they will never meet.

That was Lemuel's take on the matter before today, but not anymore.

+I'm not sure...+

Calvin frowned and thought, but did not give a definite answer.

Regardless of whether it is a curse or a blessing, its essence is the endorsement of power and authority. This operation is not difficult for him, but it is obviously a completely new field.

"You can definitely do it!" The emotional Lemuel attracted the attention of the Forbidden Army, and the gilded model halberd was immediately placed in front of him.

But he still strode forward to get closer to the original body, not even caring about the bleeding marks on his face from the halberd.

Calvin raised his hand to signal to the Imperial Guards that the Astartes in front of him obviously did not endanger his abilities.

But the Imperial Guards obviously had their own principles. Although they put away their halberds as they retreated, standing one step behind the original body, the two Imperial Guards clearly had their hands on the plasma pistols on the sides of their leg armors.

Click~

That was the sound of the magnetic holster coming out of place. Calvin knew it, and so did Lemuel. This is the final bottom line for the Imperial Guards. If they take any further step, it will be death.

The surrounding crowd obviously also saw the tense situation in front of the high platform. They slowly stopped and kept quiet to avoid having any wrong influence on both parties there.

"This is not the right time, nor is it a reasonable request." Calvin said, looking at Lemuel.

The people around them were completely unaware of the previous psychic communication, but were surprised to hear the unprovoked conversation between the two.

Realizing the concentration of attention around him, Lemuel finally calmed down.

+The Blood Ravens Chapter is willing to serve you, even to the last warrior. +

Lemuel cast this thought on the giant in front of him, and Calvin also felt the special value of their characteristics in this battlefield environment.

A company that is not full of personnel and does not have heavy equipment is of little significance for the frontal battlefield.

But if they are scattered behind enemy lines, then their "characteristics" will definitely be a hidden and sharp dagger as long as they are not targeted by the enemy's "prophecy".

As for prophecy? This is easy to handle!

Calvin raised his left hand, threw a "psionic seed" with his own characteristics towards the Blood Crow in front of him, and then whispered to him:

"Then use your expertise to fight at the heart of the enemy. Your only mission is to disrupt their plans as much as possible."

This is undoubtedly a promise to Lemuel. As long as he can bring results that satisfy Calvin, and even as long as they continue to exist at the heart of the enemy, then their contribution will be enough to obtain the help of the Primarch.

"Your will!" Lemuel nodded slightly, then turned and left with this "promise".

renew.