Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The dark clouds lingering over the world of Farr are still thick, and the battle taking place in the middle level of the hive is still continuing.

However, the outcome has already been determined, especially after the "holy miracle" arrives.

On the crowded streets, the Battle Sisters were scattered across the battlefield.

They were bathed in golden light and faced enemies several times their size with a fearless attitude.

And whether it was the dense swords in front of them or the roaring bullets above their heads, they could not deter or stop these battle sisters, not even for a moment.

The Emperor's Daughters, who were already known for their fanatical beliefs, completely entered a state of selflessness after witnessing the "holy miracle" of Padilla's resurrection;

And the angel flying and hovering over the battlefield did not disappoint them. The golden power was like an eternal spring water, constantly falling from the angel with pure white wings.

That is the blessing of the Emperor, that is the power of the Lord of Mankind!

Mirius controlled the chain sword with both hands, and with deafening roars, he forcibly knocked back the shield guard in front of him;

After using the weapon to push the one-ton giant away with the weapon, the battle nun jumped up from the ground in the next moment and swept the blade of the big sword in her hand from the giant's neck!

The headless corpse, as strong as a hill, fell down spraying blood.

But before the giant fell to the ground, the figure who beheaded him sprinted forward again.

Three hundred times? Or five hundred times?

Mirius has long forgotten the number of times he has swung his sword, let alone how his mortal body could bear such wear and tear.

She just felt that unprecedented courage was constantly pouring out of her heart;

And along with these courages comes the bottomless and inexhaustible power like the ocean!

The battle continues, but the balance of victory and defeat has tilted.

Facing an enemy that cannot be killed or defeated, the fallen soldiers who rebelled because of their weak faith are even more shaken in military morale.

They had a hundred times the number of battle sisters, but they could only maintain the already chaotic military situation amidst the hoarse roars of the middle-level officers.

What? Their top officers?

He is dead.

As early as the first appearance of Padilla, he and the traitor around him, the fallen state church priest Kachinsky, had already been killed by the sword of the resurrected wind angel Selvi.

Heavy armor could not save him, nor could precious rose beads.

The resurrected Emperor's daughter approached the two of them step by step on the chaotic battlefield, amidst the horrified screams of the fallen priest.

The guards around him had been sent to the front a long time ago, and only the fallen priest accompanied him.

When the shattered Battle Sister, granted by the Emperor, came back to life and took up arms again and came towards him.

How could the gorgeous and exquisite command knife in his hand compete with the heavy two-handed chain sword in a one-on-one battle?

He died quietly, and even until the entire company collapsed, the rebels at the front did not know;

He died, a shameful death, because the angry Sisters of Battle gave him no chance to struggle.

Instead, under the hail of bullets from the shooters, and under the angry gazes of the guards who were blocked by the crowd in the distance, he wielded the giant sword to chip away at his protective stance, and then slashed him and his armor one by one. of chopped!

The Death Watch witnessed the entire process of this glorious revenge, and played an important role in this "tragic" battle.

They effectively suppressed the enemy's heavy firepower in their seemingly slow but actually fast advancing fire.

And those sporadic heavily armored soldiers who returned from the front line became the targets of their bolt guns in addition to suppressing the shooting.

The enemy is in chaos, and the Empire's soldiers are killing.

Padilla was flying in the sky. While flying nimbly and avoiding fire, he was also docking with Sulla in the Astartes.

While the leaders of the two armies were killing efficiently, they also took some time off to confirm each other's identity and purpose according to their articles and military strategies.

"What should I call you?"

Sura held the gun with one hand, and after calmly shooting through a sniper and the bunker in front of him, he turned around and kicked an Ogryn over with his knee.

The underdeveloped brains of the subspecies of humans make their slowness to distance a vulnerability in close combat.

Sura took advantage of this loophole. While dealing with both far and near targets easily at the same time, he still had time to communicate with Padilla in the communication channel.

But communication is the hardest thing, especially when you don’t have the power to choose your allies, and your allies are Battle Sisters...

The problem faced by Sulla was obviously even more outrageous. Not only did he have to cooperate with a group of battle nuns who represented fanatical (undisciplined) beliefs (easy to lose control), but he also struggled with Padilla's "special identity".

The complex brain structure unique to the Ultramarines makes him familiar with the etiquette of the empire, and he instinctively wants to find a title that suits Padilla's identity;

However, his identity as the commander of the Death Watch made him instinctively reject the other party's religious authority and wanted to preserve his independent command rights.

Well, this is the Ultramarines.

They are always full of rationality, and they are particularly good at using this rationality to create dilemmas for themselves.

"How should I call you?" Sulla repeated the question just now, and at this time, there were few enemies on the street.

The rebel officers finally realized the death of the company commander and lost their will to fight. Figures began to disappear on the street corners until they appeared as organized escapes.

Padilla in the sky did not try to pursue, but concentrated on solving the stubborn enemies on the ground.

She knew that this was only a short-lived victory, and the main force of the enemy had not yet arrived.

The appearance of Sulla and his comrades was an unexpected surprise for her.

But she could not expect the other party's mission to be consistent with hers, nor did she have the power to command these Astartes.

"We are all loyal servants of the Emperor, please just call me by my name." Padilla replied, carefully observing the other party's actions.

Although they are both the swords of the Emperor, the Astartes still respect the Battle Sisters for their strength and aloofness.

But it's just respect. After all, they are the Emperor's daughters, and they are the most fanatical warriors in the empire who believe in the Emperor.

The Death Watch are also observing them, and they are struggling and adapting for the same reason.

The appearance of the living saint made these superhuman warriors face up to each other's strength.

However, the completely different tactical positioning and tactical styles of the two forces will not be eliminated because of the respect of both parties.

The battle was nearing its end, and the silence was clearly unsustainable.

When the sound of tank engines came from the end of the street corner, Sulla finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting for command.

The moment he and Padilla walked into the church side by side, the armored steel giant said to the "angel" in front of him:

"In the name of the Alien Tribunal, our troops are here to support your mission."

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