Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Calvin?" Talos subconsciously dropped the gun in his hand and walked quickly outside.

And on this long road, he did not forget to check with the strong man beside him.

"Which Calvin? What does he look like? Don't know? Oh... Unbelievably strong? Can it scare you? That's right..."

The two people walked all the way out from the depths of the monastery, and the low voices of conversation also accompanied them all the way. In the cold and aesthetic columns of the Inquisition, many tall figures silently lined up to approach, and the front row seats under each column were On the ground, the officers of the company and squad looked at the two people seriously.

Although they had not had the opportunity to meet him since joining the Death Watch, from the commander Talos, the name of the Ashbringer and his more legendary identity had long been known to them.

An existence that is suspected to be the Primarch has a very special meaning in the eyes of these orphans of the Luna Wolves;

And regardless of whether the other party really has that identity, they don't want to show their embarrassing side to the other party.

The Wolf Shepherd is gone, but the Luna Wolf is still the Luna Wolf. They may have been inconspicuous during the Legion's heyday, but they still had their own inherent pride.

The two of them strode outside, and everything in the monastery behind them was in Talos's eyes.

Although the glorious legion emblems on the shoulders of these soldiers have long been replaced by darkness, when he truly faced the person who saw through him, he could not help but feel nervous about the fate of himself and his comrades.

"My lord!" Talos called in a low voice.

When he passed the last corner in front of the monastery, the tall and terrifying figure was facing away from him.

On the horizon of the planet, the distant icy star light passed through Calvin's figure and shone on the ancient gray floor of the monastery.

The armor on Calvin's body reflected the cold light again against the cold wind and the fiercely rustling cloak.

"Get up." Calvin heard the voice and turned to look at Talos not far away, a familiar smile on his calm face.

In this cruel world where every separation may mean farewell, it is gratifying for Calvin to meet a former comrade after decades.

"Yes!" Talos agreed, reaching out and pulling up the stiff man behind him from the ground.

And it was only then that he saw in his peripheral vision the red and golden figures standing quietly next to his two equally nervous sentries.

But that's all. Apart from the managers of Desperate Watch and the imperial guards, Calvin has no other followers around him.

"You came alone?" Talos couldn't help but ask. This was not consistent with his original impression when he and Calvin parted.

The image of groups of Gray Knights guarding and surrounding their Primarch in a cold and serious state left a very deep impression on Talos's mind.

"No, it's all up there." Calvin pointed to his head. The Silver Dawn looked like a tiny spot of light from the ground. But if the established Gray Knights appeared here, he was worried that these black shields would show signs of instability.

He came here for a personal visit only, and other than the imperial guards, he did not make any extra arrangements.

Talos was once a quasi-high-ranking member of the legion. Although his status was not as high as that of the "Council of Four Kings", he was only a little short of the famous Helm of the Archon. The accumulation of merit is the accumulation of time.

His knowledge of legion politics allowed him to understand the nature of this visit in a belated manner. The weather-beaten soldier's eyes were full of surprises, and there was a hint of warmth belonging to his comrades in his eyes.

"Long time no see." Calvin stepped forward and said to Talos, tapping Talos' shoulder armor with his hand.

"Long time no see." Talos also raised his fist armor in response and collided with Calvin's hand when it fell.

"My colleagues in the Storm Star Territory speak highly of you. It seems that you are developing well."

"Uh..." Talos was a little confused and didn't know where to start with this sentence.

It was no secret that the Heretic Tribunal was afraid of him, and he thought he understood the specific content of Calvin's "not low opinion".

Of course Talos wanted to complain about this to Calvin, but the representative of the Tribunal was right next to him. All the thousands of words gathered at the corner of his mouth, and in the end they just turned into a plain invitation:

"Let's go in and talk first."

"Yes." Calvin saw all this in his eyes, and while promising Talos, he turned to the people behind him:

"Excuse me, everyone, everything is fine here now."

"Yes..." The members of the Heretic Tribunal looked at each other, then bowed and backed away. Although the other party was not the direct leader of the order, the charm of the original body was still difficult for them to resist.

Calvin, Talos and others watched them leave, and then, accompanied by the imperial guards and logistics officer Tam, turned and walked inside.

In the ancient monastery, the former Luna Wolves were lining up to welcome this special guest from afar.

Under the towering door, the star's light was cut into a narrow beam, while the soldiers wearing the more ancient MK III power armor stared at Calvin in the center of the corridor with silent and solemn eyes.

Before the original body entered the hall, he had already vaguely felt the presence of the crowd, and under his increasingly serious expression, the Imperial Guards behind him also began to look at them with a straight face.

"Helmet, weapon." Calvin said softly behind him.

The Captain of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and handed over the helmet engraved with the Imperial Eagle with his right hand other than the halberd. The other Imperial Guard waited until the original body put on the helmet and then raised the warhammer with both hands.

Talos and his logistics officer watched this scene in silence, with unstoppable memories in their equally solemn expressions.

Giants, war hammers, and the iconic lightning claws...

With the same burly body and the same huge and ferocious weapons, everyone present suddenly saw that warm and familiar figure that every Luna Wolf missed but hated so much;

But the different colors of armor and completely different temperaments showed him and his brothers:

The Wolf Shepherd is dead, and this is a completely different person.

Tam behind him quietly interrupted Talos's memories, and then put the red cloak handed over by his comrade over his shoulders. Looking at this heartbreakingly familiar old thing on his body, Talos couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes. Light flashed across.

Clang!

Talos pulled out the broad sword and stood it on his chest, while he stared at Calvin closely through the narrow eyepiece of the MK III helmet.

The imperial guards behind the original body obviously also knew this etiquette. While the golden Achilles' halberd was raised high, the adamantine guards also expressed rare respect for these ancient warriors and responded solemnly.

"Please, allow me to lead the way for you!" Talos shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Calvin responded solemnly.

Upon receiving the response, Talos nodded slightly, then threw away his blood-red cloak, turned around, and strode forward.

Calvin followed him with synchronized steps, receiving the attention of all the warriors on both sides.

Update, late, sorry.