Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 470 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (Fifty-five) Decisive Battle - War Lord

Clash of the Titans, just like the meaning of the word Titan itself, is as grand and magnificent as prehistoric mythology, but also primitive and violent.

A black giant of more than 20 meters and nearly six stories high, with the mountains behind it, is like a god of storms, holding up the lightning and thunder in its hands, charging towards a group of beings that are as ancient as itself.

In the eyes of the soldiers and demons looking up, the bodies of the murder lords were equally tall and majestic.

The red rays they emit are like the spears in the hands of ancient knights, or like the swords in the hands of the mythical devil. In the same huge but evil body, the most essential charm of steel and violence is revealed.

Red, embrace-thick lasers converge on the void shield, constantly forcing it out of its invisible state and out of reality;

The huge energy impact caused ripples in the shield with a heart-wrenching creaking sound, and finally penetrated it, leaving huge red and molten scars on the dark body of the Titan-like spirit. .

However, the crown of the storm has also been thrown out, and all the matter in the real universe along the way has disintegrated and disintegrated in front of this incomparable power...

Just like the hope they had been given, these ancient and great machine-god incarnations exchanged and vented their anger with each other in a clumsy and tragic way that was completely opposite to the dexterity of mortal combat.

When the light that made it difficult to see directly dimmed, a wound the size of a Dreadnought appeared on the chest of the Imperial Commissar, and as a price, ten entire Titans were turned into dust by the former's full blow.

But it's worth it...

At least in the eyes of the Murder Lord a second ago, it was worth paying such a heavy price for the death of the Psychic Titan.

But will the truth really go as he wishes?

Just when the Murder Lords, who had lost all their forwards and even some of their core combat group members, saw that the psychic Titan fell silent due to the fatal wound that penetrated its chest.

The psychic Titan that frightened them had a high-energy active signal again!

Dead soul ingenuity!

This is an ability exclusive to the Psychic Titan, and a psionic blessing that only works on itself.

In the era of the operation of the Order of Omen, the use of this power meant that at the cost of completely draining the life of the psyker, the psionic Titan, which was originally a mechanical creation, had limited self-repair ability under the influence of supernatural power. .

And when this Titan was assigned to the Gray Knights for use, starting from Calvin's terrifying soul origin, and then pouring endless spiritual energy into it through the will of the Legion, the original limited spiritual law of this Titan was restored. Ability becomes almost unlimited!

So when the murder lords thought they had a chance to win and were marching forward, a scene they would never forget appeared:

Subtle psychic fluctuations appeared again, and the Titan's eyes, which should have been dim, began to shine again;

On the ground under the Titans, the metal that had been melted and turned into scrap metal was reorganized and traced back in their eyes against gravity and time. The huge wound that was enough to see through the scenery behind them was being repaired and reduced visibly to the naked eye!

"How can this be!"

Several fallen Titan pilots who retained their personal consciousness screamed uncontrollably. The emergence of this supernatural power completely defeated their sanity.

In their eyes, the Psychic Titan is resurrected. As a single person in charge and controlling the entire Psychic Titan, Spier is leading this miracle and is also under tremendous pressure that the outside world cannot understand.

Yes, in a sense, Speyer is indeed performing a miracle.

But as a price, he and the imperial political commissar had to bear the scouring of the psychic wave transmitted by the will of the entire legion.

Although this tenacious soul relied on his own will to go through nearly ten thousand years alone, he still seemed to be struggling under the impact of this extremely huge force.

The majestic power is impacting his soul every moment, and the unruly machine soul of the Imperial Political Commissar may escape his control at any time.

His metal body in the real world is becoming unstable as the force washes away. The link between the silver liquid metal wire and the Iron Throne is also flickering, and may break at any time.

Will, still will.

The star-sized soul that existed in Calvin's body was injecting boundless power into his body while constantly torturing his will.

This kind of torture is not only related to his own existence, but also closely related to the changes in Calvin's spiritual world.

The magnificent steel temple in the pure land of the soul is undergoing corresponding changes in response to the changes in reality. Whether Speyer can survive this test and then sublimate again is directly related to an irreversible path choice in Calvin's soul.

+Who are you? +

A majestic voice questioned him in the majestic power.

+I...I am human. +

+What is a human being? +That voice is so sacred and irrefutable.

+Humanity! We have humanity! +

Spier struggled to maintain his consciousness.

+ Maybe stick to your original intention? +

Different from Calvin's original three questions about the soul, this voice skipped the last question and directly questioned Speyer's fundamentals of maintaining himself.

+…………+

Spier did not answer immediately, but in his mind, all the time he had experienced came back to him again.

This is a sign of the death of the soul, for every soul has more or less similar experiences when it comes to the end of its life;

But this is also the starting point for the sublimation of life, because if there are still people who can always understand and stick to their own vision like this soul, then in this idealistic universe, what awaits him will be the re-blooming of life.

+ Maybe stick to your original intention? +The voice asked again.

"Yes!" All the past years were first shattered in Spier's eyes, and then reunited under his will as strong as gold and stone.

After sorting out all the meaning of his life, Speyer's soul became as clear as crystal, and within this extremely pure crystal was his ideal that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Bo...

A subtle cracking sound came from his soul, and countless negative memories representing regrets and reluctance in the past were also peeled away.

In the silver psychic wave, his soul once again gathered into its youthful appearance, and on top of his head, a crown similar to Calvin's, but simpler, was born.

War lord!

In Calvin's spiritual world, the Iron Temple in the Pure Land of the Soul is undergoing earth-shaking changes!

Countless praying souls in the central square looked up. Countless soldiers in the Pure Land who fought for the empire during their lifetime also took off their civilian clothes and wore military uniforms at this moment!

In the center of the temple, under the gaze of the Holy Emperor, a huge and clumsy long case was being born out of the void.

On the right side of the main seat at the end of the long desk, a stone seat that is slightly shorter but still far larger than the size of a mortal is rising from the ground with carvings engraved with Speyer's military life!

War lord!

At the top of the Iron Temple, the sacred bell chimes even without the wind! The entire Pure Land world is celebrating the birth of another leader who can protect mankind!

The knowledge that Calvin possesses from the countless branches of souls on the timeline is being rapidly poured into him according to Spier's characteristics;

Both Calvin in the distance and Speyer in the imperial political commissar instantly looked up at each other!

Calvin's soul silently celebrated because the Pure Land world finally welcomed a comrade who could share and share the essence of his huge soul;

On the Iron Throne of the Imperial Political Commissar, the originally smooth skin on the silver body that was originally the size of a mortal became as gorgeous and solemn as armor in just a few breaths, and at the same time, it also skyrocketed to more than three meters!

renew. Broken promise. No more words, just keep writing.