Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The blood is flowing, and the soul in the blood is rising.

The servants of Chaos wielded their swords and sacrificed heads and blood.

And in the center of the magic circle that was piled up to form the Jingguan, a huge blood pool was filling up rapidly.

The face of the deceased emerged in the blood, and corresponding to the location of the real universe, the kingdom of the Blood God deep in the subspace was slowly opening.

On the throne, which was piled and cast with bare bones and brass, the terrifying figure felt the sacrifice.

Then a ray of blood that was so rich and nauseating was lowered from the kingdom of God in the blood god's pleasure.

"It's done!"

Seeing the bloody light emerging from the capital, the fallen Astartes felt relieved.

The rising power is absorbing the blood in the ceremony, and then after condensing the power of the soul, it emits penetrating light toward the distant depths of the void.

Then the black fleet appeared.

The red light originating from the Blood God penetrated the barrier of reality and went straight to the other end of the hazy star field - behind the Eye of Terror.

Under siege by the empire, the fleet under the Black Warmaster finally found a way to penetrate the defenses.

A subspace route that had never been traveled by anyone suddenly appeared in front of the Black Legion's fleet.

And everyone on the Spirit of Vengeance knows that this is the gods using their infinite power to help the person they favor.

Warmaster of the Black Legion, heir to the great Gene-Father Horus Luperkar, master of the Word of Terror, and co-master of all Chaos Astartes - Abaddon.

He sat majestically on the throne, and the Claw of Horus and the magic sword Draconion, which symbolized his authority, were quietly by his side.

Hundreds of Astartes warriors from different legions stood quietly in the hall under his throne.

And at the center of this power that could destroy half of the empire were his most trusted warriors from the former Sons of Horus.

They are his sword and his shield.

It is the hand with which he carries out his will, and it is also the cornerstone on which he relies to maintain his status.

As the vanguard of the Black Legion and the leader of the Abaddon Guards - Farkus Kaibo.

As a matter of course, he led his war gang and stood proudly at the forefront of the legion.

"Go, bring it back for me..."

Abaddon said this, while his eyes were looking at Farkus 1 Kaibo.

So the Messengers of Despair appeared on the agricultural world called Farr in battleships before the main force of the grand fleet.

The purpose of his trip was to bring back the sacred object that the Warmaster needed in the prophecy.

The void was torn apart and the portal was opened.

Twenty warships covered with blasphemous runes jumped out of the twisted energy vortex.

Macrocannons are taking aim, and fighter planes are gathering.

The Chaos Fleet quickly completed its observation of the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no threat, it descended straight down. While occupying the upper orbit, it began to project a "rain of fire" to the ground...

So beautiful.

The Chaos Astartes on Hive Zerita sighed.

And those "meteors" that were full of blood and destruction in his eyes quickly approached him after breaking through the atmosphere.

In the archives at that time, Sulla and his team had just found the Inquisitor's relics after a difficult battle.

But they didn't know that now that the whereabouts of the holy objects had finally been determined, they themselves had become the enemy's guides.

"Follow them..." Alstin was on the Eldar spacecraft, giving orders to the infiltration troops on the ground.

On the Silver Dawn, which was still at the edge of the galaxy, Calvin also noticed the changes occurring in the center of the galaxy.

"Twenty battleships..." Calvin looked at the data fed back from the Silver Dawn.

On both sides of the long table in front of him were the senior officers of the entire fleet.

The black fleet was distributed on the holographic projector in front of him, and the main ships among them were highlighted.

"Eight capital ships..." Tabos added.

"Can we fight?" Calvin looked at the former, and Tabos also understood the implication of the original body's words.

As a Glory Queen-class battleship, the Silver Dawn will naturally not be afraid of opponents of this level.

Among these battleships belonging to the Chaos side, except for the two battleships that were still a threat, there was not even a third battleship that could withstand the full blow of the Queen of Glory.

However, the enemies here are not just these traitors.

The alien fleet may appear at any time, and as the leader of the fleet, he must take these variables into consideration.

A battle that's rich, but very likely to descend into a melee.

Of course it's not a problem whether he can fight or not, but he really can't guarantee whether he can successfully complete the goal.

"I can fight!" Tebos gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat to assure him.

"As long as they completely enter low orbit, within 20 hours... no, within 10 hours, I am sure the battle will be over!"

"You said it!" Calvin nodded at Tabos, then put away his smile and looked around.

"Did you hear that? The fleet is confident that the battle will be over within 20 hours.

The number of enemies on the ground is unknown, but it won't be too many.

Our principle is to fight quickly and not give the enemy a chance to reinforce.

Are you sure? "

"Us?" The officers, including the Tindaros Legion, looked at each other, and everyone's eyes finally looked at the end of the seat.

"We have no problem, but what is the strategic purpose? To take over the defense here, or to seize the sacred objects and then evacuate?"

Sir Sutherland felt the pressure, and then looked at the drop pods being scattered towards the ground on the holographic projector.

His question made everyone look at Farr's ground again.

In particular, the commanders of the Tindaros Legion frequently glanced at various defense nodes.

"Strategic purpose..." Calvin was also thinking.

Reinforcements from the direction of Lucius have yet to arrive, but the enemy's strength is increasing.

The chaos fleet in front of them will definitely not be the enemy's main force.

And if that sacred object is really as important as Calvin thought.

Then once this force is defeated, the opponent will definitely counterattack with a stronger force...

"Prepare to hold on." Calvin looked at the people of the Tindaros Legion and consulted them with his eyes.

Naturally, these veterans who have been fighting for many years didn't say anything. They just stood up in a simple and neat manner to express their determination to their commander.

"Then it's settled." Calvin made up his mind and was the first to leave the conference room.

The original body's guard followed closely behind, and with heavy steps, the group began to assemble towards the maintenance hall on the upper level of the battleship.

The Imperial fleet, which was originally dormant at the edge of the galaxy, also began to march towards the interior of the galaxy amidst the blazing tail flames of the plasma engine.

In the galaxy of Farr's agricultural world, some small and secret monitoring stations are releasing observed information to the outer reaches of the galaxy with hidden radio waves.

In the atmosphere, those fallen Astartes belonging to the Black Legion have already set foot on the land of the world of Farr amidst the roar and explosion of the death claws.

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

The dense trajectories of logging guns flew over the heads of the Death Watch.

After the tactical cover of smoke bombs, a plasma pistol shot from Sura finally eliminated the source of the noise.

After leaving the archives, the special agent team searched for the map and found the hidden sanctuary.

Finally, the lost sanctuary was found on the bottom floor of the hive.

And in this sanctuary, they finally saw the target of their mission - the legendary holy object that was cared about by the Heretic Inquisitor Wellskin.

The Hand of Darkness, this was the name they saw outside the stasis position where the holy objects were kept.

The shape of this sacred object has nothing to do with "hands". It is just a diamond-shaped stone object like an energy battery.

But this obviously shouldn't be their concern, and they don't have time to care about it.

Sulla and others just took out the holy object, placed it in a special safe, and then started to transfer it with it on their backs.

The enemy's pursuit was so close that within a few minutes after they walked out of the sanctuary, another fierce gunfire rang out from Brother Severn who was exploring the way ahead.

"They are waiting!" Sulla said the right nonsense.

"Who are you waiting for?" Miris asked subconsciously, and immediately understood what Sura meant.

Waiting for reinforcements?

Of course, they were always waiting for reinforcements.

But from the enemy's increasingly fierce and fearless posture, Miris also felt the pressure on them.

Reinforcements that allow the enemy to hold them firmly in place regardless of casualties.

It is definitely a powerful enemy they have never seen before that can give them enough confidence to destroy them!

What about us?

Miris looked worriedly at Padilla in the center of the crowd, and the sister who fell into a coma again was obviously unable to respond.

According to the original plan, the team was supposed to move to the nearest Aegis station after obtaining the sacred object.

But the enemy's increased willingness to resist on the battlefield made these veterans who were extremely sensitive to the battlefield hesitate.

There is no chance or luck.

boom!

A cannonball landed on the building in front of Miris, but the veteran was not afraid, but because of the noise he had to shout loudly to Sulla: "Do you want to stick to the original plan?"

"No choice!" Sulla also roared in response under the gunfire.

It's not like he didn't try to break away from the battle and get rid of the enemy's positioning of them.

But the enemy apparently changed their tactical purposes after receiving previous defeats.

The enemy in front of them has not changed, but it can be seen from their firepower layout that the enemy is no longer trying to refuse to fight, but is firmly sticking to them, not giving them even a chance to escape from the field of vision.

This determination to change the tactical purpose and execute it was directly reflected in the battle just now.

No matter how many times Sulla and the other Astartes charged, they could not stop them from seeing the enemy following them from the rear position.

They have changed their commander, and they are consciously driving us away!

At a certain moment, Sura suddenly understood the other party's intention.

And in a little despair after understanding this conspiracy, what he didn't understand was why the expected enemy had not arrived...

"I don't want to know anything!" Farkus Kaibo, the leader of the Messenger of Despair and the vanguard of this black army, was cursing loudly.

It seemed like a curse from fate, or maybe they were rejected by the gods.

Ever since they completed their orbital airborne landing, this powerful Astartes force had not been able to go smoothly in its subsequent operations.

First, the Aegis station on the ground lost control without any warning, then rejected their identification code and destroyed their ammunition-loaded Death Claw.

Then the communication channel of the servant army on the ground (the mutinous Kritov 8th Regiment) lost contact, making it a full hour late to obtain the structure diagram of the hive city as soon as possible.

This unexpected delay already annoyed the soldiers of the Black Legion enough;

And then on their way to the deeper layers of the hive city, all the rail trains they encountered broke down, which further aroused Farkus's already violent heart.

But this is just the beginning.

Just when the vanguard of this war gang arrived at the bottom of the hive capital via the cargo elevator.

A team of howling banshees and accompanying snipers from the Eldar gave them a hard lesson with their usual surprises and ambushes.

Of course the Eldar paid the price, but enough of this elite Terminator team fell.

What Farkus couldn't accept even more was that the Imperial team had already moved away from them when they were fighting the Eldar.

In view of the slow movement ability of the Terminators in the hive, he could only rearrange his troops and try to contain them in the other direction.

Farkus was angry, but only angry.

It's not that he doesn't know that there are traces of alien activities here, but he can't understand the stance of these aliens.

But the Warmaster's emphasis on the Hand of Darkness was still in front of his eyes. Under the huge pressure, he could only turn his anger towards the person in charge here.

"You are also a veteran of the Legion. You should know what this delay means to us..."

In the palace on the upper level of the hive city, opposite the video signal screen, the giant wearing a Terminator was looking at him like a dead person.

"Accident! This is an accident!" He explained in vain, but Farkus Kaibo was obviously impatient.

"Accident? You'd better pray that our plan goes well. Otherwise... you go and explain it to Lord Abaddon himself."

The communication was unilaterally cut off by Farkus, leaving a feeling of panic on the other side of the screen.

On the outskirts of the Farr galaxy, Alstin, who was on the spirit bone spacecraft, was also under the same pressure.

"The order from the Prophet's Council has arrived, and you are dismissed, Lord Alstin."

The supervising tribe warrior stood in front of Alstin, looking at the sinner with indifferent eyes.

It was this man who abused the authority granted by the Council of Prophets in the battle leading the direction of Far;

It was also this person who, after the traitors of the Human Empire appeared just now, squandered the lives of the people in a position that was completely incomprehensible to any Elf clan.

"Understood." Alstin replied plainly, but this plainness only aroused the anger of the tribe warriors.

Unable to contain his emotions, he rarely transcended their respective classes and questioned the latter:

"Don't you have anything to say? Sinner!"

But at this time, Alstin was no longer the person she knew.

He just stared at the former with his silver eyes, and then asked with inhuman indifference:

"Is it just a dismissal without an explicit restraining order?"

"...Yes" the tribe warrior replied reluctantly, and Alstin's next reaction was even more beyond his expectation.

"Then, please allow me to participate in the ground battle in my own name..."

Two chapters, two in one.