Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Is this photo of you?"

"This... is me."

"Really?"

"It's me... At that time, I... was still alive..."

Calvin stood in the Titan's command room, looking at a silver-colored man across the glass of the life support cabin. The data service screen between the two was showing the information of the last captain.

Thanks to Constantine, Calvin didn't stay in Krieg for a long time, but he had a systematic study of various Titan structures.

So when he used the Imperial Truth to split the Armored Cathedral, this Emperor-class Titan could no longer pose a threat to the invader.

The rest of the matter was easier to handle. Calvin walked through the halls and rooms as if he was in an empty space, and the Titan's several attempts to seal the passage were also ineffective under the effect of Helios's rope.

It took the Primarch more than an hour to reach the core of the Titan-the command room where the captain was, and the most headache for Calvin along the way was the choice of route.

That's right, even the largest creation of the Mechanicus on the ground, the incarnation of the Mechanicus in the Titan Legion, the space for personnel to pass through the huge Titan is still narrow and cramped.

Many passages require even mortal pilots to hunch over, let alone Calvin's current body.

Fortunately, this Titan still needs maintenance, and it is necessary to reserve passages for large equipment to pass through each Titan, and the God of the North Wind is no exception.

So there was a conversation between Calvin and the creature who claimed to be the pilot of the God of the North Wind.

The communication process was certainly not so smooth, especially when they met, this creature made of metal showed extremely strong aggressiveness.

Fortunately, Calvin was not a vegetarian either. He used his martial virtue, which was temporarily ranked in the top two in the empire, to fully teach this creature the necessity of peaceful communication.

The two giants had a brief and friendly "communication" in the small command room, and then after the creature decided to return to the channel of civilized communication, they returned to the place where they first met and started the current conversation.

"So you're dead?" Calvin asked.

This was also the first time he had seen this kind of life form, and the composition of the other person's body was quite familiar to him - that was the liquid metal he had seen on the space wreck before.

"I... confirmed." The metal creature, or the former pilot of the North Wind God, the first-class lord of the Empire - Janendra Spyr, also looked confused.

Calvin's appearance certainly made him feel a long-lost threat, but a person who could survive the firepower of the Emperor-class Titan and come to him, and who had a fist that could calm him down, was always the first person he could communicate peacefully with after waking up.

And the linear thinking brought by this kind of communication was what he lacked the most in his trance before.

"What is your current state?" Calvin asked again.

Due to the sensitivity of his job, he naturally identified Spyr from the psychic level at the first time. The fact that the two people could continue to communicate also indirectly showed that Spyr's current state did not have the characteristics of subspace life.

That was very interesting. Although Calvin had received clear guidance from the Bell of Erebus before he came, his encounter here was still beyond his expectations.

He thought he would find some more ancient objects on this Titan, but in fact, after he really arrived here, he only got this person in front of him whose life form could not be determined.

"I don't know..." Spyer's speech speed was getting faster and faster. The communication with the creatures of the same civilization obviously accelerated the recovery of his consciousness. Memories finally began to appear in his mind with linear logic, and the memories of his death followed.

"I only remember that my body had obvious genetic collapse in the last battle, and the out-of-control North Wind God devoured all of me. I completely merged with the machine soul, and our enemy, the traitor, was also completely torn to pieces by our incinerator cannon..."

"Then what?" Calvin continued to ask.

Narrating is the best way to sort out memories, and he also noticed Spyer's current state and began to follow Spyer's words to try to get more information.

"Then?" Spyer fell into memories. "Then came the whirlwind torpedoes from orbit, followed by an earthquake, the shattered earth and the magma that filled the vision..."

"So you failed?"

"No!" Speyer obviously thought of more specific details.

"We couldn't have succeeded in the first place. The Warmaster betrayed us, and half of the legion chose to betray. We wanted to leave the fleet, but the remaining brothers have been split up. We are waiting for an opportunity to resist, and unfortunately, they are also..."

Warmaster

This is the first time-conditional information from Speyer, and Calvin also roughly understood Speyer's origin through this passage.

The Titan Legion, the group that directly participated in the 64th Expeditionary Fleet, half of the legion members rebelled, and the guy in front of him was the remaining, cleaned up group...

But there was more than one Forge World that cooperated with Horus back then, and there were even more Titan Legions serving in the main fleet, and the details in the command room had given Calvin enough information, he just maintained a cautious attitude, wanting to hear the answer from Speyer himself.

"Your legion and position?" Calvin asked softly.

"Storm Lord, host of the fifth battle group, master control pilot." Spier replied subconsciously.

Yes, this is the right number.

Calvin looked at Spier and fell into thinking. The information this man said could match the intelligence he knew. The former Storm Lord Legion was indeed torn apart during the Great Rebellion and hated each other.

The two factions loyal to the Emperor and Horus fought to the death on the battlefield, and the once glorious legion never recovered.

The traitors eventually perished in the history of internal strife and war, while the loyal faction until now is said to still have some sporadic members active in vengeance against Chaos.

But no matter what, this legion no longer exists. The Titan and its driver in front of them have also been unearthed from history in the re-established Forge World after sleeping for nearly ten thousand years.

"What era is it now?"

"39 thousand years."

This time the questioner became Speyer, and Calvin told him about the current time.

"Oh, so..." This person who has died once is obviously capable of accepting it, but even so, there is still something he can't let go of.

"We..." Spier looked at Calvin and asked in a difficult tone. This was more of a trial than a question.

"I mean... did he... win?"

"No! We won!" Calvin's answer made Spier breathe a sigh of relief, even though he could no longer use this function.

"That's good...that's good..." Spier kept repeating this sentence, but Calvin remained silent.

"But the price is heavy..." This was what Calvin didn't say. He didn't know how to face this warrior, let alone how to explain the current status of the empire to him.

"How long have you been awake?" Calvin changed the subject pretending to be relaxed.

"It's been about twenty years, and I may have been conscious earlier. But the complete awakening should be an earthquake, or a precise blasting of a mine. In short, I woke up, and from that time I regained the power of the North Wind God. control.”

Spier replied, and Calvin turned his attention to his current state. The information he gave was roughly the same as that provided by Hepper, but what Calvin really wanted to know was what brought this dead man back to life.

"Where's the opportunity?" Calvin asked. He wanted to know what the Bell of Erebus in his arms was guiding.

This strange thing has fallen into complete silence since it arrived at Hepe, and Calvin didn't find any other clues except coming here according to the information from the Honor Guard.

But fortunately, he came right. Speyer's state is obviously related to the legacy in his hands. His current body is composed of the psychic liquid metal that Calvin collected before.

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