Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"What is that?" Luo Jia watched Calvin slowly levitate from the ground, and there was something dangerous appearing on his body.

Calvin's consciousness fell into deep sleep again, and the essence of his soul gradually lost control.

The eight-pointed star's unchanging environment for tens of thousands of years began to see tiny air currents appear, and this air current centered on Calvin was expanding visibly with the naked eye, eventually forming the eye of the storm that swallowed everything.

The power of the storm not only raged in reality, but even space was enveloped by it.

A pitch-black crack appeared vaguely in the surrounding space amidst the howling of the wind. In the crack in the space, the essence of a soul as big as a star was gradually accelerating its rotation, gradually revealing itself to the two of them. Its terrifying true appearance...

It is clearly shrinking slowly, but the fatal sense of crisis in the eyes of Luojia and the envoy is magnifying...

"No matter what it is, you deserve to die..." The pupils of the fallen primarch tightened, but this was not the first fatal threat he encountered in his ten thousand years of life.

Reason can still support him to make decisive decisions, but this decision seems to be a little too late...

He threw the staff at Calvin, trying to finish this strange brother completely.

The staff was less than half powerful, but in Lorgar's eyes it was still enough to kill a Primarch.

But he miscalculated, or perhaps the change in Calvin was beyond his comprehension.

After losing control of his will, a greedy monster is slowly awakening in Calvin. What Luo Jia had done before was to untie the last shackles on it with his own hands.

Devour...Only Devour...

The soul's essence has an endless greed for energy and matter, and everything in the eight-pointed star is under its abyss-like gluttonous gaze.

The staff can be called a vast soul and power, and it disappeared instantly under this reckless devouring. The appetite of the monster in the original body received positive feedback, so the desire to devour became even stronger...

The storm became more and more fierce, so much so that Luo Jia needed to use psychic energy to stabilize her body. The crisis is turning into a disaster, and the space is distorted in front of this black hole-like gravity.

The chaotic eight-pointed star ushered in an unprecedented disaster. Whether it was the road in the distance or the land in the center, signs of collapse and disintegration began to appear in front of this terrifying suction force...

The fallen Daemon Primarch was unable to deal with the situation in front of him, while the chaotic gods in the distance felt the same and realized the crisis here.

Their consciousnesses recovered from countless carriers and reunited on the thrones of their respective divine kingdoms.

Instincts and prophecies are reminding them that a crisis is emerging that threatens them and even the entire universe.

The eternal holy war and eternal sleep are no longer important at this moment, and all the plans in the mortal world are irrelevant at this moment.

The black hole that exists in the world that symbolizes their authority is firmly attracting their attention.

"There is no source..." The Lord of Changes looked away from the Well of Eternity, and was the first to resound his oracle throughout the temple.

The remaining three gods heard the news and gave up time retrieval at the same time. After Tzeentch, who was best at playing with time, made a judgment, time retrieval was no longer among their considerations.

The Lord of the Hosts, who belongs to the action group, then spoke. His voice, full of salty, rusty smell, was like the flow of hot lava:

"That's not important... what's important is how to deal with it."

"That's really not important..." The aura of the Lord of Joy made the figure on the brass throne feel irritated, and his next words made him even more angry.

"It's nothing important..."

"No! It's very important!" Another personality emerged from the Lord of Joy, instantly overturning his own point of view.

Three, four, five, six, other personalities joined the debate with reflections of different forms, and then after screaming and hyping up, they all mocked the Lord of Hosts on the verge of rage:

"But we don't care..."

"What about you? You old thing playing with life..." Khorne's voice was restrained enough. It was obvious that under the stimulus of enough crisis, the cold and shrewd side of the Lord of War had gained the upper hand in the collection of consciousness.

This was probably the most restrained time after His birth. If it had been any other time, the response to Slaanesh's frivolous provocation would have been a bloody divine war that would last for thousands of years.

However, his question was not answered. As the three gods waited for a long time, a dark green hand stretched out from the void and then disappeared, leaving only a seed full of corrupt power that took root the moment it landed on the ground. germination.

Then, after completing the life cycle from flourishing to withering in just a short moment, he used his final decaying voice to declare to the gods:

"Life! Life should not be terminated! But more lives should not be destroyed!"

"Does that mean you agree?" The figure on the brass throne looked towards the distant void, where the Kingdom of God, the Lord of Joy, was located.

The eight-pointed star is an existence that they cannot erase, but it is too important to them. Except for Slaanesh, the madman who ignores everything and is immersed in self-carnival, the three chaotic gods have reached a consensus.

But they cannot interfere directly there, because the special nature of that section being independent of time prevents them from projecting their power or incarnation in time.

Silence continued to spread in the void, and the sense of crisis coming from that space was strengthening.

The three gods repeatedly tested each other's will in the intense communication, and finally made up their minds to completely reset the time and space there with boundless power.

But the eight-pointed star is a complete symbol of chaos, and it is also the embodiment of the complete cycle of chaos. If the gods try to intervene there, then as a whole, they cannot avoid the cooperation of the Lord of Pleasure.

So the three wills converged towards the divine domain of Slaanesh, and the figure sitting in the six-ring temple also gave a noncommittal response in the constantly changing personality shadow...

The tide in the subspace surged again, which meant that the Chaos Gods had intervened in person, and their power gathered towards the depths of the void, and even another battlefield in the Empire was affected.

The invasion war launched by the Red Angels in Armageddon had already tied down most of the troops in the Empire's solar star field. The will of the Emperor himself also gathered here, and he was in a fierce confrontation with the Lord of Hosts across the air.

But all this came to an abrupt end after Calvin's accident, because the Lord of Hosts was originally fighting against the Emperor alone, and in the shadows around the battlefield, there were other gods interfering.

After the Octagonal Star appeared and threatened the fundamental crisis of the gods, He realized the danger he was facing.

Although supporting the war of gods in three directions at the same time was far from His limit, it was definitely a dangerous beginning for a god surrounded by powerful enemies.

The balance cannot be broken, especially it cannot be broken passively by others.

Otherwise, the situation will only sink more costs under the calculation of "interested people", and the fall of a great existence often starts from these inconspicuous details.

He decisively gave up the support for the power of the Lord of Red Sand, and turned to focus on observing the abnormal movements on the Octagonal Star and the eternal battlefield deep in the warp.

In reality, on Armageddon, which guards the eastern gate of the core of the empire, the Lord of Red Sand, who was raging on the battlefield, also fell into exhaustion.

The assembled troops of the Empire received an order from the Throne Court to suspend the attack, and the subspace wave that was originally intensifying also showed signs of fading and disappearing.

The other three gods also had similar concerns, because the accident brought by Calvin was definitely an unforeseen part of the chess game that they had been operating for thousands of years.

They could not convince themselves to regard it as a simple accident, and they would not believe that there would be no similar shadows behind such an incident that had never been touched by anyone.

In the countless battlefields of all sizes within the territory of the Empire in reality, the believers of the gods were consciously tending to defend;

And the fate of the imperial soldiers who should have sacrificed on these countless battlefields was also quietly rewritten in silence around Calvin on the distant eight-pointed star.

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