Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Promise him!"

The eye that was redder than blood and darker than darkness turned into a raven. With a flutter of wings, it passed through the porthole of the battleship and landed safely on the table not far from Calvin. .

Calvin turned around subconsciously, and then keenly realized from the puppet-like stiffness of everyone around him that he was in some kind of time gap.

"Who are you?" Calvin asked.

His spiritual energy swept across the opponent's body, but he could only vaguely see a shadow.

The darkness made Calvin feel instinctively uncomfortable, but he did not see any power representing corruption in it.

The instinct of the divine soul allows Calvin to take advantage of his own advantages and subconsciously peek at the other party from the perspective of the long river of time;

But the person in front of him also did not belong to a mortal, and its completeness was also ridiculously high. It did not leave any traces for Calvin to analyze in time.

what is it?

Enemy conspiracy?

Or is it some kind of subspace creature that appears unexpectedly?

There are countless speculations swirling in Calvin's mind, but no matter which result it points to, it makes him more and more resistant to this unknown existence.

Subspace does contain everything, and even without a fixed concept of space, it is far broader than the real universe;

But goodwill also does not exist in subspace. This "garbage pit" corresponding to the real universe has everything, except that there is no thing called kindness.

Watchful little guy...

A trace of human approval appeared on the bird's face, but it disappeared under the cover of some kind of power.

"That doesn't matter! What's important is that I can help you survive and take your heirs with you."

The raven tilted its head slightly and looked at him sideways, and what it said was an offer that Calvin could not refuse;

And Calvin also instinctively sensed some subtle details - at least from its appearance until now, this weird thing has indeed not shown the madness exclusive to subspace.

But it was still just an appearance, and it couldn't make him let down his guard.

"What's the price?" he asked.

Everything has a price, and Calvin needs to know if this "goodwill" is what he can afford.

Unexpectedly, his defense did not arouse the other party's disgust or discomfort, but instead caused it to sigh.

"Yeah..." The raven's voice was indescribably old, and the irony in it was beyond words.

"Everyone knows that there is a price for transactions, but there are people...

Forget it, this has nothing to do with you, I probably haven’t spoken for too long..."

The raven looked at Calvin, and in the latter's vigilant gaze, it opened its long beak humanely:

"The price is that I will follow you for a long time, and you are not allowed to tell anyone around you!"

"...Deal!" Calvin thought for a moment and finally agreed.

"A long time" and "not allowed to tell anyone."

This broad "wording" undoubtedly made Calvin put down most of his vigilance.

Because any conspiracy that can arouse occult reactions should not be so vague on the key words "time and space".

This is almost a gentleman's agreement, and there are no rules at all to enforce it.

"Very good, let's get started. After all, we can't keep them waiting too fast..."

The raven nodded with satisfaction, and then at the moment when the original body was completely defenseless, it turned into a black line and merged into Calvin's shadow.

boom!

The Serpent Lin's steel boots were as heavy as an elephant's foot. While bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust on the ceramite deck of the Vengeful Spirit, it also awakened Calvin from the "time rift".

The original body subconsciously tensed up its whole body and used its spiritual energy to explore the nearby space.

But the hiding methods possessed by the black shadow are obviously not simple, at least they are not tricks to mislead people's subconscious.

"Stop looking...I'm here."

A sudden voice sounded in Calvin's mind, and following the prompts of the voice, Calvin's pupils widened slightly and he looked at his own shadow from the corner of his eye.

He actually saw the other party "get in" there with his own eyes, but what he just scanned with his psychic energy was his own shadow!

"It's not that simple, little one."

The voice was slightly smiling, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his abilities.

“The shadow is the shadow, it’s always there.

Even it is not limited to physics, even the mind has its own shadow..."

"Fuck! Shadow in the soul? What the hell!"

Calvin complained in his mind, but he already believed the information given by the other party.

He instinctively tightened his soul, not letting any thoughts have a chance to escape.

In front of such a person who knows neither friend nor foe but can master the way of shadow to such an extent, any amplification of emotions is tantamount to telling the other person his or her thoughts face to face.

One path leads to a hundred paths.

The so-called way of shadows that this guy talks about has reached this level, which is almost philosophical. No wonder he will get nothing with ordinary psychic exploration.

What the other party said after this was almost "showing off skills", the implication is that its mastery of shadows has gone beyond simple witchcraft and is close to the Tao.

And this kind of "person" who specializes in a certain "concept" and field and has embarked on an extremely far-reaching path greatly shocked Calvin, and at the same time, it also opened up a new path in front of him. path of!

Can you still play like this?

Calvin put his thoughts out there, and as expected, received a response from the other party!

"Of course! But...trust me, the price is something you never want to experience."

"Pretend I didn't tell you!" Calvin followed suit and immediately stopped asking about the other person's background.

The grief that overflows from the "language of consciousness" alone does not seem to be fake;

And he has absolutely no intention of accepting an "unplanned" spiritual baptism at this critical moment...

He looked at Abaddon, who was walking towards him and stood at the edge of the aura between the two of them, and released his thoughts again in his heart:

"What do you think about this guy?"

In response to his consciousness, after a brief pause, the shadow said harshly to Calvin:

"Kill him! You are much stronger than him! But I'm not sure if he has a back-up plan. That crown doesn't give him all the power. He will only become stronger the next time he meets you!"

"Understood!" The Imperial Truth in Calvin's hand seemed to be motionless, but it whimpered strangely in the air, making Abaddon frown.

That is the result of Hyperion's blessing being fully released:

Under the terrifying weight, this long sword, which originated from the same origin as Draconion, is using its finger-strong blade to cut the surrounding air with an invisible amplitude.

boom!

The deck of the Spirit of Vengeance was overturned again, and from a perspective that no one could see, the entire battleship's flight posture became unstable for a moment.

Calvin, who disappeared in place, instantly appeared above Abaddon's head with terrifying gravitational potential;

Abaddon, who was reminded by his instinct that he was in danger, subconsciously took half a step back and used his swords in both hands to parry!

Bang...

Carrying a terrifying load that had never been imagined since it was cast, the Giant Snake Lin disappeared at the other end of the bridge hall in a cloud of dust.

As Calvin glanced at him subconsciously and warily, Mortarion, who was being pushed into the shadows, could not hold back under his mask and quietly bared his teeth.

"What the hell is this!"

Mortarion suddenly touched his beloved weapon with some distress, and finally understood why this guy kept complaining during the battle just now.

Of course he knew that Calvin's power was somewhat abnormal, and he indeed used his rich battlefield experience to "control" Calvin's rhythm.

But even with perfect "squeezing" and "control", there will inevitably be a frontal physical collision;

And under Mortarion's rare "dimensionality reduction suppression" on Calvin just now, the Silent Scythe and the Imperial Truth were only ignored and scratched by him a few times...

This is just power...

It is the result of muscles, bones, blood vessels, and even the entire body.

The father he abandoned had indeed not wasted these decades.

While seemingly sitting on the Golden Throne, His "new work" has once again approached the limit allowed by the physical universe...

"Kill him...must kill him! We can't wait until he matures, let alone until he has his own legion!"

The malice in Mortarion's eyes was so real that even Calvin, who was preparing to pursue him, was afraid.

Just as he personally abandoned the man who gave him life, he would never allow that man to create a brother who was better than himself!

"Look what he's doing! Hit yours!"

A dissatisfied voice came from the shadows under his feet, and Calvin calmed down slightly.

A more powerful and mature Primarch was just within reach, watching his battle.

Even if you have a heart as big as Calvin's, you can't turn a blind eye and pretend he doesn't exist.

"Don't worry, he can't break the rules!

If he really gives up his honor, then I will be the one to deal with this inconsistent garbage! "

"Huh?" Calvin laughed. "I hope your strength is as strong as your tone."

"You don't believe me?" The voice in the shadow became cold.

"Should I trust a man who hides his secrets?" Calvin asked.

"...It shouldn't be." The voice became calm again, as if he had remembered something.

"Because shadow can never breed light..."

It said this, but then mocked Calvin:

"But do you have a choice?"

"……No."

Well, this time it's Calvin's turn to be frustrated.

Just as the shadow said, when two enemies were present at the same time and Calvin had no possibility of leaving, he had no choice but to believe what the shadow said.

And he did get some different information from this shadow's mouth.

It is very familiar with Mortarion, at least more familiar than Calvin imagined...

boom!

The air waves roared again, and at this time, the original appearance of the Spirit of Vengeance's bridge was completely unrecognizable.

The blood-red evil eye wrapped in a brass eight-pointed star fell from the wall; the load-bearing beam as thick as a big tree was twisted.

The aftermath of the battle between the Primarch and the Four Gods was as violent as a storm;

And at the center of the battle between the two, there was no place for mortals to stand.

At this point, Abaddon was already at an absolute disadvantage.

Whether it's a spiritual confrontation at a magic-like level, or a competition of force at an absolute physical level.

Although this nearly three-meter-tall giant had amazing toughness, he still inevitably fell into the embarrassing situation of being beaten unilaterally in front of Calvin, who was even bigger than him.

But he also has his own advantage, which is that he can resist beatings - extremely resistant to beatings, which is beyond Calvin's imagination.

The source of this "resilience" is the "blessing of the gods" in Abaddon's soul that is always surging with the power of subspace.

The price of the power of divine choice is the torment of the soul, and this torment is not a test for mortals by the gods.

Excessive expansion of power and uncontrolled "blessings" have been situations that Abaddon has feared and tried his best to avoid in the past thousands of years.

In the current battle with Calvin, this one-sided beating actually fulfilled him in a sense.

Because that kind of power is consumed too quickly:

Whether it is the repair of armor or the restoration of muscles and bones, after the power of subspace crosses the curtain of reality, it will eventually pay an unimaginable price behind the magic that changes reality.

And it is this price that, after the power of the gods came to Abaddon, did not even have time to squeeze and test his soul. It was absorbed by the damage from the body like a funnel...

Within a second, the eleventh confrontation occurred. The black giant had no time to parry and was hit on the shoulder by the heavy sword in the hands of the original body.

The prismatic cross-section of Imperial Truth is good at piercing, but its weak points that are not good at cutting are infinitely magnified.

So after the terrifying power came down, what was received was only the fragments of the serpent's shoulder armor that splashed on the Spirit of Vengeance after the force shield was broken.

A depression of more than ten centimeters deep on an ordinary person's body would be a terrifying scar that could kill someone.

But under the protection of God's Choice and the blocking of the virtual and real shields, the final damage Abaddon suffered was his arm that was almost "smashed" to pieces in the dust.

However, this still can't kill him, at least it can't kill him when the "Divine Chosen" in him is so active.

The coveting of the Gothic Sector and the interception of Calvin are obviously scripts that the gods have already arranged.

Therefore, as early as when the Eleventh Dark Crusade was brought forward, as a price for interfering with Abaddon, the gods had already prepared enough power for him.

It was still that second, the 25th confrontation.

In the rich black light, under the witness of Calvin, Abaddon's arm was repaired as before, contrary to the rules of the physical universe.

But at this time, he was unconscious. He just waved Draconion with his remaining hand and blindly parried in front of him.

In the narrow environment, Calvin's strength advantage was magnified to the extreme.

And this champion king, who established himself as the "First Astartes" after his battle with Sigismund, could only be knocked away by Calvin again like a tennis ball.

The Spirit of Vengeance is rotten, at least from Calvin's point of view, it will take at least several centuries to repair it.

Abaddon's body and his imperial truth were like a broom wielded by a giant in Calvin's hands.

In addition to the intensive collision like a storm, all the instruments, decorations, partitions and supporting structures here were completely destroyed.

Around the battlefield, as long as it is a flat structure that can withstand the force, it is inevitable that Abaddon's body will be imprinted by Calvin;

And amidst this devastating destruction, Calvin could still hear the continuous roar from the other party's mouth:

"Kill...kill you!"

Under the main load-bearing pillar as thick as a wall, Abaddon, who had just stood up from the terrifying dent, had already seen Calvin's boots when he looked up again.

Draconian, who had already been covered with scars and fell into silence, was subconsciously lifted up by him.

What awaits him for this resistance is the first roar of the sword soul transformed by Calvin inside the sword of Imperial Truth!

"In the name of Titan, die!"

The sound of a sword that was not like a human voice sounded in Abadon's ears, and knowing that the murderous intention was not directed at him, Abaddon felt instinctive heartache at that moment.

He vaguely realized what he was going to do, but this loss was so sudden that he subconsciously searched through his memories and could not find any corresponding emotions...

Ding……

There was a crisp sound of metal breaking, and the moment he heard the sound, Abaddon raised his head in disbelief with a light hand.

On his power armor gauntlet, which only had the hilt, the Draconion that had accompanied him for thousands of years was broken;

And he could still clearly see the cry of the devil who had always been hated by him on the only remaining sword and quill...

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