Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Lemuel and his comrades left. They took the assault cruiser Heart of Desire and headed north. After bypassing the preset battlefield on Alto's front line, they quietly penetrated into the chaotic fallen zone.

Before they left, Calvin deliberately passed by the tarmac and had a brief meeting with Lemuel who was waiting to board the plane.

No one knew what the original body told him, because the two only met once in the distance.

But considering that both of them are psychics, I am afraid only they themselves know how much information is contained in this brief meeting.

After this last casual move, Calvin also completed the deployment of all troops and officially led his fleet to his intended battlefield - Moro.

A week passed in a flash, and the scheduled troops on each battlefield also sent back the news of their arrival one by one.

The Tribunal's direct fleet and the Imperial Navy fleet, headed by the Relentless Crusade, also arrived at the predetermined location - Moro, under the leadership of Calvin, a once vibrant but now desolate abandoned agricultural world.

The large fleet fell into silence at the edge of the galaxy with the help of the cover of the meteorite group, while the Indefatigable Jihad itself carried the original body and the Frost Shadow where the Sea Wolf Dalian was located, heading towards the interior of the twin star system where Moro was located.

In the maintenance room in the belly of the battleship, the Purifiers had already completed their equipment, and while waiting for the sea wolves to prepare, Calvin and Turab, the chief of the Purifiers, were sitting in a secret room next to the maintenance hall.

On both sides of a huge chessboard, the original body and Turab sat separately. The rules of the chessboard and chess pieces were similar to the Regicide chess, but it was different from the traditional mechanical structure. The chessboard that had gone through the psychic activation process, no matter how precise it was, Or the complexity of the rules far exceeds the former.

Terrain, landforms, weather, and spells that can change everything in front;

Warriors, wizards, demons, and war instruments of all shapes and sizes.

Victory or defeat, justice or evil;

Survive or die, sublime or fall.

This luxurious object, created by the forging world of Deimos and blessed by the world of Ophelia No. 7, is enough to evolve all the details of war in this small space.

But such an expensive and magical treasure has become a game between the original body and the Purifier to pass the time.

"Are we just waiting like this?" Turab looked at the original body and dropped the chess piece in his hand after receiving no response.

This is of course not the first time he has played Regicide Chess, but it is definitely the first time he has experienced this special version that can be called a full-scale confrontation.

Different from the previous static chessboards, each grid on this chessboard is a dynamic battlefield, and the chess pieces dropped by both sides do not refer to a single unit.

Groups of warriors and Titans fought in simulated complex terrains, and the progress of the war was slowed down by time in the brains of both players.

Hundreds of warriors crowded forward, struggling to thrust out their weapons, and then continued to fall under the enemy's equally sharp swords.

The sound of friction between weapons and flesh raised the angle of view, and the information of the entire battlefield was also displayed to the two players in the fog of war.

The high-speed and fierce confrontation between psychic energy and will in the minds of the two people corresponds to the large-scale psychic spells covering the entire battlefield, as well as the constantly changing terrain and weather environment under the influence of the former.

This is undoubtedly a comprehensive test of brainpower and an intuitive test of the improvisational aspects of the two commanders' abilities.

As a high-level gray knight who has experienced many battles, Turab no longer has the energy to worry about anything else after he lands the first chess piece.

despair!

The Purifier, whose eyebrows were wet with sweat, dropped the chess piece in his hand. In the center of the silver chessboard, the blue psychic crystal of the chess piece shone, and the cold metal melted like grease. Then, the moment it landed, it turned into a group of warriors, roaring towards the chess piece. The enemy's core camp charges.

For the Emperor!

The soldiers shouted and rushed down from the high ground, and on the high ground behind this group of soldiers, the heavy artillery belonging to the Purifier camp had opened fire first.

The sound of a landslide resounded through the entire battlefield, and dense artillery shells were launched like a curtain, causing widespread death in the black camp.

A gap was opened in the solid defense line by heavy artillery, and the soldiers who finally reached the front, under the cover of their comrades on both wings, rushed towards the enemy's main line.

But Turab did not feel relaxed.

Because the last chess piece that fell did not have the effect he wanted.

The increased pressure from the original body once again made it difficult for him to survive the psychic confrontation, and the battlefield that had been cleared for thousands of miles was instantly shrouded in dense clouds.

The chaos in the demon camp was rapidly recovering, but under the feet of the warriors who were fighting a bloody battle, the earth was violently collapsing.

"This is a trap!" Turab, who was belatedly aware of the situation, finally confirmed his guess. All his struggles were part of the enemy's calculations.

The warrior array was split into two pieces under the collapsed ground, and the raindrop-like spells rising from the demon camp killed the warriors who couldn't see each other one by one.

"I'm a little impatient, come again." Calvin raised his head and said to Turab.

"I'm not familiar with the rules of this battlefield." Turab replied.

"Then get familiar with it." Calvin said, reaching out and sweeping across the chessboard. On the criss-crossed battlefield across the chessboard, countless chess pieces melted and then sank into the chessboard.

Correspondingly, in the open space beside the two of them, there were brand new chess pieces, reappearing in a cold and solid posture.

During the second confrontation, Turab was obviously much more cautious. He no longer tried to capture every piece of information in the fog of war. Instead, he carefully deployed his troops in strategic locations and used the saved energy to fight against Calvin's will. On top of confrontation.

But this time the battle still couldn't last long, because his hesitation gave Calvin too much time.

A large amount of space on the edge of the chessboard was occupied by demons without any cost. As these demons polluted the chessboard, more demons were summoned to the chessboard, and Tulab's troops once again fell into an irreparable disadvantage.

"What are you waiting for?" Turab thought thoughtfully during the review, and finally captured a bit of the original body's thoughts.

In the two defeats, the Central Plains did not use crushing power, but the chess game between the two was very similar to the current battle situation.

You can't attack because you will fall into the enemy's rhythm and eventually be led to a tragic defeat.

And the power currently in Calvin's hands can be said to be Gian Moro's only remaining hope.

If you can't defend, sticking to it blindly is also equivalent to letting the enemy's power grow. If you passively wait for the enemy's attack, even the original body will fall under the enemy's strangulation.

"Wait for a chance." The Primarch said, and at that moment the loudspeaker in the room rang a bell, which was a reminder that the Space Wolves on the battleship next door were ready.

The original body who stood up obviously had no interest in continuing the game, and Turab also stood up.

"Let's go, don't keep them waiting." Calvin said to the leader of the Purifiers, and dropped the chess piece in his hand heavily in the center of the chessboard.

What shocked Turab was that after the original body's finger fell, the Gray Knights were fighting alone and helpless in the middle of the chessboard...

renew.