Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"General ledger? With me?"

Calvin looked at the Demon Prince in front of him and really listened to what he said.

Typhons died by his hands, there was no argument for that.

Calvin was unclear about the theological significance of this particular Nurgle Chosen, but it was also true that the power of the Plague God was declining in the Stormwind Sector.

Come on then.

Galvin turned his attention to Mortarion, while Abaddon slowly retreated with his Gastarin guards.

Zhi...zhi...

The fluctuations of supernatural power rub in the air, causing bursts of noise like static electricity.

Mortarion's wings were not inflamed, but his body was floating strangely;

The armor on Calvin's body became more and more outrageous after the faint flash of light, causing the spirit of revenge, which was already in an abnormal state, to scream "abnormal gravity response".

The Chaos Astartes on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit suddenly felt that they had lost the internal communication support of the battleship.

The various anomalies that occurred on the bridge showed that although the battle between the two Primarchs had not yet begun, the contest beyond the physical collision had quietly begun.

Of course, as a kind of spiritual attack, verbal abuse is also included in this list.

"I remember that in the meeting minutes of the Empire's "Nikaea Agreement", it seems that some people are particularly opposed to psychic energy?"

Calvin looked behind Mortarion, and countless phantoms were emerging in the void.

The transformation between life and death between mosquitoes, flies and maggots illustrates the origin of Nurgle's divine power.

For Mortarion, the evolution of this power is a necessary part of the power he possesses in the physical universe.

"What do you want to say?" Mortarion's face remained calm, but his tone became irritable.

This new Primarch is obviously different from his brothers. He has not experienced the baptism of the Great Crusade era, and does not have the majesty and reserve of being the leader of the Legion.

"Nothing," replied Calvin.

In the projection of subspace, two different forces are competing for dominance in a certain spatial dimension; but in reality, there is a subtle air explosion during the confrontation between the two sides.

The fulcrum of space was finally overloaded by the two forces, and became a "dead point" that no one could control in a short period of time;

The two forces did not give up. Instead, after ending the competition here, they continued to launch new contests in other spatial dimensions.

The spiritual energy in Calvin became more and more active, and liquid silver light flowed from the rune-covered sword of Imperial Truth;

Mortarion's power is even more conspicuous, and the aura of disease and corruption has already appeared around this Lord of Nurgle...

"etc!"

Abaddon's voice suddenly sounded, drawing their attention to the edge of the bridge.

The helmet on the black armor was taken off again at this time, and the face revealed was extremely pale.

He regretted it...

What he regretted was not the siege of Calvin, but the choice of the location of the battle.

At this moment, he missed the Spirit of Vengeance without Mortarion's visit, but when the aura of the Pale Lord unfolded, the hateful intelligence belonging to the Spirit of Vengeance no longer made a sound...

Forget it, at worst, this hall will be sealed after this battle. Compared with the environment of the battleship, the lives of the men are more important...

"Let us exit first!" Abaddon said to the two people on the battlefield, and his words were echoed by the unmistakable sound of vomiting behind him.

"………………"

Mortarion looked at the Gastarins escaping hastily, and the color on his face changed again and again.

Thousands of words were choked at this moment, and finally turned into a sentence of contempt that contained anger.

"Frail mortal!"

boom!

Calvin took a step forward with ease, and the auras of the two original bodies that had completely collided clashed again;

The war was declared to begin at this moment, and Mortarion turned his head instantly and danced the huge and ferocious Scythe of Silence with one hand!

Um?

Calvin's heavy sword slashed forward and was blocked by the tail tip of the Silent Scythe, making a strange sound that didn't sound like metal;

The weight from the blade made Calvin's heart sink - he was indeed the most powerful Primarch besides the Fire Dragon Lord!

And in the next second, he still wanted to continue the attack but instinctively felt a tremor in his waist. The sense of crisis made him give up the attack and stop suddenly!

Amidst the metal wail of steel boots trampling the deck, the silver giant retreated at extremely high speed!

And it wasn't until a faint green light swept across that Calvin realized something from its neighing sound that cut through the air!

What a weird way!

Calvin's face was gloomy, and the silver light gathered in his hands swept across the armor at his waist;

The corrupting power was dispersed in his hands, and the giant in front of him also happened to get up from the sweep just now.

Buzz!

The Scythe of Silence, which was shaken by the devil's original hand with one hand, was chirping softly, and on the tip of the jagged alien blade, silver metal fragments were falling rustlingly!

"That's it? I'm so disappointed..."

Mortarion's whispers were as loud as bells, and his tone spoke of his contempt for the Emperor's new favorite.

"He sat in that rotting pile of corpses for nearly ten thousand years, and then he created something like you?"

"He wants to abandon us just because of a bastard like you?"

Mortarion's face became more ferocious, and as his emotions agitated, the power of corruption became more and more arrogant in reality.

Nurgle's emblem is centered on his suspended body in mid-air, eroding everything around him crazily.

The body of the Spirit of Vengeance, which had long been penetrated into the core by the subspace, also began to wail with the power of the cycle of life and death.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Calvin was already in an all-out fighting stance, but that didn't stop him from giving an inch.

The power of order flowed through every blood and bone in his body with unprecedented coldness.

And on Hyperion's blessed chest, the eye belonging to the Bell of Erebus has also opened!

The Mortarion in front of him, from the dual perspectives of "psionic vision" and "concept", no longer has even a trace of human form;

In Calvin's eyes, the true form of the giant floating before him was like a mountain of decaying corpses with huge insect wings;

With his face that was bitten by countless maggots and swollen, he was sending an appalling cry to him!

Buzz!

The perspective changed again, Mortarion's body was moving forward slowly;

Buzz!

The dual "truths" of reality and subspace appeared repeatedly in Calvin's eyes, and swayed irregularly in the murmurs and neighs.

Calvin's eyes were weeping, the price of witnessing the extreme ugliness of blasphemy;

The flames on Calvin's body are rising, which is the deep-seated hatred rooted in authority and concept after the power of order faces the evil energy of chaos that can challenge it!

"kill!"

The two lights and shadows disappeared in place again, and then there was a collision so dense that it exceeded the limit of human hearing!

The twisted and sharp ring blade of the Silent Scythe was wielded crazily 27 times in the hands of the Demon Prince in just one second!

boom!

In the low roar, the two figures separated again;

Amidst the smoke and dust spread outward by the circular shock wave, a silver giant walked out of the thick wall of the battleship.

Can't beat it.

Even with the dual blessings of the Power of Order and Hyperion, he still couldn't defeat him!

Calvin slowly took up his stance, but the will in his heart was sinking.

This is a pure collision of martial arts, and it is also a fundamental contest between two people on the physical level.

The power of order certainly prevents him from being corrupted, and even has an advantage in the penetration of power;

But it still can't stop the opponent's counter-intuitive attack;

The powerful force brought by Hyperion's blessing did take advantage in the early stages of the battle, but it was restrained by the opponent's consciousness in just an instant!

This is a pure crushing of skills! It was also during Calvin's first battle with the Primarch that he truly saw the strength of these monsters!

He originally thought that his accumulation in the timeline was enough, and his service experience in many legions had given him a sufficient understanding of the martial arts of these enemies!

But now it seems that the so-called signature martial arts of each legion are just a joke made by the Primarchs when facing their own children.

This is not on the same level at all~!

The theory it supports is not an environment at all!

Calvin never expected that in a cold-weapon battle, once the intensity of physical combat between the two sides was raised to the level of the original body, both sides would control space and time so accurately!

And the so-called Death Guard's scythe combat method that he had mastered in his mind was already on another level in Mortarion's hands!

And this was just Mortarion, a Primarch known more for his endurance than for his combat prowess.

What about other people?

Those to crush with pure steel;

Defend with a will as strong as a mountain;

Known for his fierce wildness and violence;

What about those Primarchs who rely on mysterious and shadowy assassinations?

And the last ones, those who have no characteristics at all, but suppressed everyone in front of them with pure force, those who are the most powerful among the original bodies?

The figures of many original bodies flashed across Calvin's mind, and these familiar "existences" in his "memory" also became hazy and mysterious at this moment.

He couldn't imagine that these "brothers" who had an inhuman subspace nature from the beginning, and were then given bodies equal to or even more powerful than his by the Emperor, would be able to survive in the world after clearing away the many mists accumulated in history. What kind of grace was shown on the "Apocalypse" level battlefield that really happened!

"One round left..." Mortarion's voice sounded again, but Calvin was keenly aware of the strangeness in his words.

What's going on? Are you really going to abide by the rules?

If he can't be killed in three rounds, is it really necessary to let him go?

Is he really here for revenge?

Or is it that Typhons, the "Champion of the Legion" and "the eldest son of the Death Guard and Captain of the First Grand Company", is not as important in Mortarion's eyes as Calvin imagined?

Weird logic!

Calvin still wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Mortarion's offensive didn't allow him to think.

The Scythe of Silence was once again easily stirred up into a storm in Mortarion's hands, and the pervasive but "suffocating" power of corruption was also squeezing towards Calvin one after another!

Well, that’s right, suffocation is suffocation. Physically speaking, Calvin could only hold his breath while fighting Mortarion.

This poor combat environment caused fatigue to accumulate rapidly on Calvin's body. He could only use spiritual energy to forcibly soothe his muscles and maintain blood supply to his muscles and bones.

But this is not the problem. After all, with Calvin's current body structure, oxygen is not necessary for him.

He can even fight for hours in an absolute vacuum, and that's without using his psychic powers.

What really made him uncomfortable was the power of Mortarion.

The crazy power of corruption is surging almost endlessly. It is clearly out of exchange with Calvin's "power of order", and it is also biting the space around Calvin, preventing him from finding a way to transfer space. Chance!

No breathing room! There is no stage to show off your best psychic abilities!

The extreme oppression left no room for Calvin to use his magic, which was regarded as instant in the eyes of the Astartes!

The weird battle logic caused Calvin to focus all his energy on the face-to-face battle, leaving no room for error!

boom!

There was another fierce collision that lasted for several seconds. The Imperial Truth was danced wildly in Calvin's hand, and it clashed with the war scythe in Mortarion's hand more than a hundred times!

In the bridge hall where a tornado swept across, Calvin touched his forehead through the smoke and dust.

Just at that moment, after barely dodging the sweep of the scythe in Mortarion's hand, he also narrowly avoided the shot of the energy pistol called "Lantern".

A slight beep sounded on the armor of the two men, which was the sound of their respective powers being expelled after invading each other.

The blade that was still clanking was telling the afterglow of the battle just now.

When the dust settled, Mortarion stood not far from Calvin and did not move forward.

He looked at Abaddon, who was walking in again with a heartbroken look on his face at the end of the bridge, and then said to Calvin:

"Three moves have passed, Typhons's account is settled!"

"?" Calvin didn't reply, he was just taking the time to recuperate.

Mortarion stared at Calvin as if he were a dead man:

"The battle between you and him is now, and I won't participate.

But don’t think about escaping, otherwise..."

Mortarion shook the scythe in his hand, his threat clear.

Amidst the footsteps of Abaddon and the Gastalin guards behind him, he watched as the corners of Calvin's mouth cracked:

"Try to survive, and then wait for me, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"..." Calvin looked at Mortarion silently, and then his eyes wandered back and forth from Abaddon to him.

This is almost equivalent to a wheel battle, and neither the former nor the latter is an opponent he can easily solve.

What should he do? Keep fighting?

Can he survive this kind of battle?

Even if he can, then what?

What about Mortarion?

"Promise him!"

Just when Calvin was in the biggest crisis of his life, a strange voice appeared in his mind.

He subconsciously traced the source of the sound and swept his peripheral vision through the tall portholes of the Vengeful Spirit.

And outside the several-meter-thick crystal glass, a blood-red eye hidden in the dark night that only he could see was staring at him unblinkingly!

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