Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Boom!

The light that cannot be seen directly gradually dims, and Calvin's figure can be seen clearly again. The shield that lost the external attack disappears into the air again, while the countless ammunition fired at the original body is mixed into a pile of overlaps.

Then Calvin used his spiritual power to crush it into unrecognizable scrap metal, and then smashed it to the ground under the influence of gravity.

Energy shield remaining: 91% (recovering)

Armor damage: 0% (spare repairable materials: 1000T)

Targets killed: 1500+ (including non-carbon-based life units)

Willpower reduction: 30% (rest recommended)

Calvin slowly landed on the ground, and "Hyperion's Blessing" in his pupils was summarizing the battle data just now.

A super-level AOE strike is of course based on his powerful psychic abilities, but the precise tracking of each target relies on the convenience of his brain structure.

Both are taxing on the brain, so even the Primarch needs time to recover after the battle.

The strength of will is not an absolute quantification, but is driven by the will of the heart - the soul.

As the projection of spiritual power in reality, the intensity of its interference and influence on reality, after excluding the amplification of subspace power, will increase with the consumption of every ounce of will, and the overall intensity is determined by Weakening from the inside out.

Once the overall strength drops below 30%, even Calvin will inevitably fall into a self-protective coma.

This is a rule common among all psykers, and what is different from other psykers is that when Calvin uses his will as a bargaining chip to stir up his psionic energy, he consumes far more than ordinary psykers.

Similar to Calvin, he is the Emperor, or the former Horus can also be counted as half after becoming the "four gods".

The opposite representative is Magnus. He and all other psykers pay much less than the first three in actual use.

The power of the former is based on the soul's acquisition of power (authority), thereby wielding powerful power with authority as the core.

This crude and simple power comes at a huge price when used, but just like his soul, which is the basis of all spellcasting, his power is as solid as gold and stone and cannot be tampered with or shaken by anyone.

The latter does not have the conditions of the former, and can only use mortal wisdom and the smallest strength as a "crowbar" to guide the direction of greater power layer by layer.

But it is precisely because of his too "sophisticated" structure and self-conceited sophisticated planning that his spells are like the glass foundation of a magnificent building in front of equally or even more powerful beings - only minor damage and guidance are needed. The final result will deviate from the goal by thousands of miles...

At this time, there were no signs of life in the open space in the canyon. Except for the original body itself, all the Word Bearers and Fallen Knight Titans were turned into powder under the full force of Calvin.

This Astartes force, numbering more than a thousand, was obviously the enemy's absolute main force. When their signal disappeared from the enemy's communication channel, the entire Lupacalia war process fell into a strange calm. Stagnation.

However, this is only a temporary calm, because the enemy has far more power than this. Just as Calvin carries the flying imperial truth on his back again, the Space Wolves in the distance have passed through the Gray Knights and used the spiritual power of the Legion to Link sent him a new danger signal ahead.

+Level 1 alert, a large number of heavy vehicles appear on the track and are outside the coverage of anti-aircraft fire. +

A brief report, accompanied by an equally brief first-person observation memory, appeared in Calvin's mind.

It was the emergence of this memory that made Calvin feel pressure again, and at the same time, it also verified his initial suspicion of the Word Bearers' strategic intentions.

But he still needed final confirmation.

+I remember that the war on Moro Planet has been going on for a week? +

From that memory, Calvin found the targets guarded by the fleet. After instantly recognizing their characteristics as belonging to the Titan Ark, he compared them in the database while asking the leader Wolfman, who was responsible for commanding the battle situation.

Although Hoffman didn't know Calvin's intention, he instinctively confirmed Calvin's question from the battleship and then gave an affirmative answer.

"That means that for a whole week, the nearby astropaths did not hear any echo from the fleet in the subspace channel?"

"I'm afraid so..." Hoffman looked at the data compiled on the servo and verified Calvin's conjecture with an affirmative answer.

"Understood." Calvin watched the enemy's Titan Ark land from a position far away from the front line, and finally confirmed the enemy's intention.

The goal of these Word Bearers from beginning to end was not the Gian Morro sector. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the enemy did not take any action to bypass the Gian Moro-Otto line with its superior force.

Their target was Moro from the beginning, or maybe they were forced step by step by the war situation to join the Moro battlefield in person!

The Lord of Murder...

In the middle of the bloody gear, the emblem of a snake-shaped sword surrounded by two drops of blood was recognized by "Hyperion's Blessing".

The participation of this second-level Titan legion, once named Lord of Courage and originating from the forging world of Phaos II, means that the fallen Word Bearers legion will appear in multiple numbers in the counterattack after suffering a blow. The help of the high-ranking Titan!

At least it is a warlord-level Titan, and judging from the number of Titan Arks, it will not be less than ten machines.

Calvin took a deep breath. The battlefield seemed calm at this time, but the real threat that could threaten the entire Lucapaglia was already right in front of him!

Even according to the most optimistic estimates, Heper's support would arrive in three days.

Although Otto's battlefield on the front line is over, they also need time to rest.

At this time, what Moro lacks most is time...

Calvin looked towards the top of the mountain behind the position. In the hidden underground fortifications there was the standby position of the Psychic Titan, the Imperial Commissar.

The only ones who can fight against Titans are Titans, and this psychic Titan is the only one who can fight against the Lord of Murder after Calvin has used the power in his hands several times.

But the problem is that only Calvin can withstand its power, and if Calvin wants to drive it against the Lord of Murder, can the sea wolves, who have already lost more than half, be able to stop the Word Bearers from attacking again?

It would be nice if he could have someone to take his place, but what are the conditions for piloting a Psychic Titan... Speyer?

The driving experience of the Imperial Titan...

A body that controls the psychic liquid metal purely from the state of the soul...

Can have a strong enough and pure will to theoretically form a link with the pure land of the soul and share Calvin's spiritual energy!

This is simply the best candidate given to Calvin by fate, and the only condition he lacks is a contract with Calvin...

Thinking of this, Calvin immediately took out the badge belonging to the Order of Omen from his waist, and Spier, who was in dormancy, was awakened by Calvin and informed of the current situation.

"So, you are asking me for faith?" Spier looked at Calvin calmly.

"Yes." Calvin replied.

"Even if you know my philosophy?" The pilot's tone became calmer, and Calvin knew that the possibility of convincing him was disappearing.

"I swore an oath, you know." Calvin's tone also calmed down.

"I swore that the final fate of this pure land would not belong to me, and I would sacrifice everything for the hope of the empire and humanity."

"For the Empire and humanity?" Spier asked, then interrupted Calvin's attempt to speak.

There was a look of memory in his eyes, and then after staring at the land that was once ravaged by Warmaster Horus, he said to Calvin: "I believe in you."

boom!

Under the evergreen hills behind the city of Lupacalia, the Imperial Commissar was surrounded by a group of mechanical priests. The plasma engine was awakened by the chiming of the big clock, and this time the consciousness of the ancient machine soul connected with it, It is a soul that has also gone through vicissitudes of life!

The first update, the second update will be a little later, or I'll post it tomorrow morning, I'm a bit tired, sorry.