Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Is this where your skills end? Nerd?" Farkus Kaibo was moving slowly.

The long sword in his hand was stuck. The moment Sula had to change his body shape, he switched from his left hand to his right hand lightly.

Effortlessness was a trait that this weapons master from the Great Crusade era displayed in front of Sulla.

What is even more dazzling and sharp than this trait is his fighting essence that is the same as all the Luna Wolves, but more pure!

Simple and crude, but there is shrewdness and cunning hidden under this ugly appearance.

He is like a wolf, a wolf who lost his first wolf thousands of years ago, but still instinctively pursues and imitates the first wolf with the soul in his blood!

Oh, no...he is no longer a wolf cub.

To Sura, the current Farkuskebo is an out-and-out old wolf.

His experience is so rich, but his minions have not aged yet.

He was simply a destined ordeal for Sulla.

If he cannot be defeated, this young extreme warrior will die in shame in this unknown world;

And if his life stops here, then all his ideals and visions will only come to nothing...

There must be a way, there must be hope...

Sulla felt his breath and the weight of the sword, and his consciousness was focused like never before.

His perception of the world in his eyes and ears also slowed down at subtle moments.

The details of the confrontation between the two people were infinitely magnified in his eyes.

Just now, the change of Farkus's sword-wielding hand was replayed in his mind again.

"He has a weakness! And that weakness is where he is strongest!"

Sura's pupils dilated slightly, and he focused on Farkus Kaibo's left arm, which was parasitized by the devil.

The left arm, which looked ferocious and was almost twice the size of the right arm, was secretly rising from black smoke due to the power of the Emperor's blessing... and was wailing!

"That's it!"

Sura thought silently in his heart, but the steps led by Farkus stopped firmly!

The young extreme warrior suddenly raised his head at a certain moment, then looked at the traitor in front of him with his lake-blue eyes, and said with a smile:

"I've seen through you."

"Have you seen through me?" Farkus looked in disbelief, but the strength of the sword in his right hand subconsciously increased by three points.

Was that Guilliman boy trying to trick him? Or did he really see something?

However, there was no chance for his train of thought to continue.

Sulla's posture adjusted, and his pace changed accordingly.

The angle of the heavy sword decorated with a double-headed golden eagle changed slightly in his hand, no longer obsessed with confrontation and defense.

And the free hand was no longer ready to parry, but instead began to move towards the leg as if nothing.

What's next to your legs?

Farkus's eyes moved and he saw the plasma pistol flashing with blue light.

When his eyes touched it, he suddenly felt an instinctive sense of crisis.

Farkus instantly found the opponent's thinking - when facing a heavily armored terminator, if the thin Mark series power armor wants to win, it must give full play to its inherent advantages!

Either the distance brought by flexibility, or the close shooting after the space is opened!

Originally, Farkus only focused on the former.

Because he was confident that once the battle started, this inexperienced cub would be led by his movements and fall into the rhythm he was most familiar with.

But after Sulla escaped from that fatal sword, the flavor of the battle changed.

The initiative that Farkus had firmly grasped since the contact started to loosen slightly.

And it was this looseness that made him look at the cub in front of him, becoming even more dangerous and angry!

This is bad! The battle must end quickly!

There is not much warmth in the Black Legion, and the members of his Chaos Warband are looking at him even more!

If even this cub needs many twists and turns to win, then the Chaos Astartes behind him will definitely recognize his weakness, and then launch endless challenges to him like a pack of wolves!

"Have you had enough?" Farkus growled.

He gave up on the idea of ​​displaying skill and ending the fight with a beautiful kill.

Then he strode forward, squeezing Sura's space with his long sword and heavy armor.

Sura's originally adjusted posture seemed to be disturbed by this change.

When their swords crossed again, his free left hand had to assist in controlling the sword again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy swords collided with dazzling sparks in the rapid slashing, and the positions of the two people were also completely called after some maneuvers.

Sura's steps were severely squeezed backward by the Terminator's terrifying power.

And his blocking posture that almost reached the limit and broke at the touch also made Farkus anxiously determined to end the battle!

It's now! Farkus completely gave up the control of the two-handed sword with his right hand, and instead used his left hand to support the sword at the end.

And at this moment, after seeing the opportunity he had been waiting for, Sulla immediately exerted his strength, ignoring the oncoming sword edge, and rushed towards Farkus's left wing!

Whoosh!

The long and narrow sword edge swept across with an electric light that decomposed the position, cutting out a cold light with ozone in the air.

But the place where Sulla's head should have been was empty. Only the helmet tassel that was cut off after he dwarfed forward was floating in the wind...

The old Farkus looked ahead in disbelief, and then realized it belatedly.

His enemy was out of frontal view, and the sound of breathing behind him showed that Sura's position was on the left rear where he least wanted to see it!

retreat! You can only retreat!

Because taking advantage of the situation will inevitably increase the distance, and that gives Sulla the opportunity to take out the plasma pistol!

But how to withdraw?

The Terminator on him is already known for its strength. If he wants to wear this heavy armor and still have normal steps...

Go through the entire legion several times, something only the Warmaster himself can do!

Buzz!

The sound of the sword tearing through the air made Farkus subconsciously raise his shoulders and shrink his neck.

And the heavy swords that slashed down on his shoulder armor made him just want a moment of respite during his embarrassing retreat!

But is it possible? how could it be possible……

This was the moment that Sulla had been waiting for, and all his previous body language deceptions were just for this fleeting opportunity!

As a result, the black giant kept retreating to the right, and the nearly 1.5-meter-long epee was waving randomly in his hand.

From an overlooking perspective, he has fallen into embarrassing passivity and is constantly adjusting, drawing a ridiculous arc;

The blue giant was in hot pursuit, ignoring the enemy's weapons and constantly chasing the opponent's shoulder and neck to attack vital points!

He is using a faster pace to bite the enemy's weak side tightly.

And that dense rain of swords is his expression of not giving the enemy any chance!

laugh!

Three suffocating minutes passed like this.

And the battle that had turned ugly finally ended with Sura's fatal blow.

He first destroyed Farkus's thick shoulder armor after several slashes, and after the shoulder armor no longer blocked his sight, his sword slashed randomly towards Farkus' power backpack.

It's over. The battle on Farkus's power armor has completely ended from the moment the emergency energy is used up.

Thick ceramic steel and fine gold were originally his loyal partners who protected him through many wars;

But when all the electromagnetic muscle units were offline, the terrifying weight of this armor actually became an accomplice for the enemy to take whatever he wanted and kill him at will!

The warhound helmet with long tusks fell to the ground with the sound of the power sword chopping up the loot rack.

Until this moment, all the messengers of despair still did not say a word, only witnessing the fall of their leader, Farkus Kaibo, with cold and cruel eyes.

Huh...huh...huh...

Sura, who was standing on the sword pillar, raised his head with difficulty and looked around.

On the surrounding battlefield, there were not many comrades left standing.

But in the camp of the Chaos Astartes, there are new steps approaching.

"who is the next?"

Sura stood up with difficulty, and then looked at the messengers of despair.

But the few black giants who walked out of the crowd were afraid of each other after looking at each other with scarlet eyes.

The shouts of killing continued on the battlefield, and above the Aegis Station behind them, the Valkyrie fleet of the Alien Tribunal was bombing frantically.

Ground anti-aircraft fire left a series of scars on these fighters.

But these fighter planes still ignored them, leaving their comrades dead and leaving bombs one after another on top of the turret with thick black smoke...

"Retreat..." one of the black giants ordered in a low voice, and all the messengers of despair also left the battlefield at the same time.

They stepped back and stared at Sura and the others.

And on the high-rise buildings in the distance, silver hexagrams are shining one by one...

"They left?" Miris's voice sounded from behind Sura.

And this time, even this fanatical Lord Angel could not conceal the fatigue in her voice.

The battle with those corrupted Astartes had almost consumed all her willpower.

And being able to survive from the hands of these former Luna Wolves was already the pinnacle moment of her life.

"Your legs?" Sura didn't move, still looking into the distance in a half-kneeling posture.

Miris' footsteps made him turn his head slightly, and he immediately saw the stump of the limb that was only above the knee.

"It's not a big deal, go back and install a steel one! It's at public expense! Are you envious?"

Mirius blinked at Sura, then relaxed his body and leaned on the giant's back.

She still couldn't understand why the enemy retreated just a second before victory.

As an Astartes, Sulla obviously knows much about these former "brothers".

"Because they have no faith..."

Sura looked into the distance, and at the key nodes on the periphery of the hive, silver teleportation lights were lighting up.

In the starry sky above our heads, "tiny" light spots are twinkling.

At the end of the field of vision, the main body of the hive city, which was as huge as a mountain range, was still as dark as the clouds lingering in the sky.

"So?" Miris asked, looking towards the back of the battlefield.

In the open space there, Padilla was gathering the bodies of his comrades.

“What would happen without faith?”

"No faith..." Sulla managed to answer, but a feeling of weakness occupied his brain.

Under his breastplate, a stream of bright red blood flowed like a stream.

And the second half of the sentence he put in his mouth, "I will be selfish." also followed his coma, and he had no chance to say it.

"Hey, big guy, why are you only half-talking?"

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"I mean! For the Emperor's sake, wake up!"

……………………

Silver Dawn, teleportation array room.

After three batches and most of the battle group of Gray Knights arrived, Calvin also appeared on the Glory Queen's teleportation array with his guards.

This certainly does not mean that it is his turn now. The huge space owned by the Queen of Glory, after being specially transformed by the Holy Hammer Order, is even enough to support the simultaneous teleportation of tens of thousands of Gray Knights.

And the accuracy and safety of this kind of teleportation blessed by secret methods are even more unavailable to those Astartes legions without psychic qualities.

It is a combination of the technology of the Order of the Hammer, the rituals of the Choir, and the will of the Legion.

The Silver Dawn, as the flagship of the Gray Knights' legion, became the first concrete layout model after the success of this technology.

But this power is a huge drain on the Gray Knights and even the Chorus.

Therefore, except for non-emergency moments, it is more like a group of strategic weapons and has not been delegated to the command sequence of ordinary battles.

And Calvin was not in a hurry, and he had no reason to be anxious.

Especially after the Gray Knights sealed off the surroundings of the hive and trapped the enemy inside Zerita.

As the fleet's final "trump card" in a sense, he of course needs to sit on the battleship.

Otherwise, allowing a primarch to easily join the battlefield would be the greatest insult to the warriors of the primarch's legion.

This is only his role in the war, and he has a greater role away from the battlefield.

As a high-ranking member of the Inquisition - a former member of the Council of Terra and a high-ranking Lord Inquisitor.

Calvin's position gave him "rare" cross-order influence even on the far frontiers of Terra.

And it was precisely this role that allowed him to wait until he had the obligation to perform administrative functions before he had a chance to fight.

"Communication application access!"

The communication ball in his ear made Calvin stop, and then answered the call from Tabos.

After the latter appeared in the projector, he did not hesitate and sent a message directly to the original body's personal terminal.

"File loading - Alien Ordo"

"Notice Level—Senior Judge"

"The source of the notification - the Foreign Order, the Obscure Star Region, the Gothic Star Region, and Bishop Griffin."

"Content of the announcement - confirmation of ground campaign command authority, air defense fire identification friend or foe encryption key."

"Suggestion - open an independent airspace channel to cover their fleet?"

"Huh?" Calvin finished reading the document in his hand, and then looked at the strange woman appearing on the screen.

This judge wearing the robe of the state religion obviously has a complicated identity, and the request she is making now is even more difficult.

“What’s the reason, my lady?

Give me a reason.

Otherwise, I cannot change the plan of deployed troops without sufficient reasons, let alone let my fleet protect you during a naval battle with a "suggestion" without sufficient reasons! "

"Holy object!" The female judge named Griffin looked old.

But her deep facial features and sharp eyes show that she is at the peak of her life and career.

Her shrewdness prevented her from trying to order a high-ranking Gray Knight.

But she still found enough reasons for herself, allowing her to "reasonably" temporarily borrow part of her power from Calvin.

However, the premise of all this is that Calvin and his Silver Dawn really meet their disguised identities in the outside world.

"That sacred object is very important. According to the general agreement issued by the Inquisition, I invoked the rights granted by the Antarctic Charter to temporarily recruit a team under your command."

Bishop Griffin explained carefully, and the implication of her words was not excessive.

After listening to the other party's appeal, Calvin confronted Tabers with a subtle look.

At the same time, the psychic communication in the legion's will already allowed him to exchange opinions with his admiral:

+Our disguise was successful? + Calvin asked.

+Apparently yes. +Tabbers said.

+So, she has insufficient contact with the battleships on her front line. +Calvin guess.

"I think so," Tabers responded.

+So, she found the wrong person. She thought we were the commanders of this war zone? +Calvin continues to speculate.

"It should be..." Tabos thought for a while and finally confirmed.

Calvin was happy, and then remembered that the agent of the Gray Knights in this war zone seemed to be his eldest son - Allen.

Two chapters, two in one update.