Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"What you said makes sense..."

Looking at the tips of Abaddon's claws exposed from behind, he knew that his life and death depended on Calvin's thoughts.

Mortarion finally gave up and revealed the secret he knew.

"The end of a thousand years...the roads that were separated...the king who never gave up...and the original place of fusion."

"……That's it?"

Calvin blinked and finally confirmed that this was another riddle similar to a prophecy.

"That's it……"

Mortarion looked at Calvin and thought for a moment, then added:

"Your soldier is not injured, he is the only one missing."

"Do you think I should believe you?" Calvin said, feeling slightly relieved.

Allen's disappearance was already bad news, and amid this misfortune, Mortarion finally gave him a piece of relatively lucky news.

But this was not enough, and he tried to put pressure on Mortarion.

But although the latter was anxious, he refused to say another word.

"Okay then...deal."

Calvin said, slowly putting Abaddon down.

The lightning claw was slowly withdrawn from the latter's chest, while Mortarion watched his movements closely.

boom!

The end of the claw blade exited the giant's body, and Abaddon smashed powerlessly onto the floor of the Vengeful Spirit;

Calvin stepped back warily, while Mortarion followed suit.

The two Primarchs stood at a safe distance apart until the door, symbolizing the warp jump, emerged from behind Calvin.

"You should kill him."

In his lowered gaze, copper-green steel boots appeared. Abaddon looked up and looked at Mortarion who was walking in front of him and said.

He couldn't understand the other side's position, especially since Calvin could no longer threaten Abaddon.

As for the credibility between the Primarchs, it can only be said that since Mortarion's ascension, there has been no trust between the two.

"Ha...idiot..."

Mortarion looked down at the descendant of Horus and said with unknown meaning:

"As you said, we still don't know who the real prey is..."

"Why?" Abaddon wanted to ask, but Khayon, who had left and returned, had already answered his question for him.

"You have obviously suppressed him. If you drag it on for a while, he will definitely die!"

"Death is inevitable?" Mortarion blew out a stream of smoke from his nose, and then looked at the Thousand-Scarred Son in front of him mockingly.

"Who gave you the confidence to evaluate the war between the Primarchs? And..."

The insect wings behind him vibrated slightly, gradually approaching under Khayon's vigilant sight.

"Who taught you to talk to me like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Kayon disappeared instantly;

However, Mortarion was obviously faster. Half a second before the latter distorted the subspace and appeared on the other side of Abaddon, the blade of Silent Scythe was already placed at the location where Khayon appeared.

"Kingbreaker?" The teasing in Mortarion's eyes was undisguised, while Khayon looked at the scythe on his neck motionless.

"Just a slave who betrays his master..."

"That's enough! Ugh..." Abaddon roared angrily, and then squeezed out streaks of silver flames from his chest in a fit of retching.

Without the support of the Primarch, these forces were no longer enough to suppress Abaddon's ability to heal himself.

This champion king blessed by the gods is recovering from his injuries at a terrifying speed.

However, Mortarion's behavior is obviously tantamount to provocation. At this moment, how can the insult to Khayon not be contempt for him?

"I said enough!" Abaddon managed to get up, ignoring the wounds on his body, and looked directly at the Demon Prince of Nurgle.

"If you still respect your loving father's will, you should know how to stop at the right time!"

………………

"as you wish!"

After all, he has become a demon, and the personality in his soul not only gives it eternal life and strength, but also restrains his behavior at all times.

In the eyes of the Demon Prince, the crown chosen by the four gods is a more real manifestation than reality.

Among the four forces that are connected to each other like ouroboros, the will of Nurgle's father is also responding to Abaddon's wrath.

Clang!

The heavy Scythe of Silence was put away by Mortarion, and the energy pistol "Lantern" with cursed power was also attached to the thigh of the demon primarch with a metallic knocking sound.

Seeing that Mortarion was about to leave, Abaddon had no intention of pursuing the previous offense.

But the details of the deal between him and Calvin still made him speak and kept the former.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Abaddon said.

"Problem?" Mortarion's emotions were accumulated to the extreme. When he suddenly turned around, a malicious smile appeared.

But because of the presence of certain people, he didn't want to alert others, so he tolerated this maliciousness.

"There's something about him that I can't see clearly, but I can smell it."

"Taste?" Abaddon repeated.

This is not a question against Mortarion, on the contrary, it is the greatest respect for him.

After all, the guy in front of him is the divine incarnation of Nurgle. When it comes to being sensitive to smells, he really can't find a more authoritative being.

"The taste..." Mortarion repeated again in a positive tone.

This feeling that is close to instinct cannot be described in pale language.

And to really define this flavor, then...

"Darkness... Tyranny... Warmth... Ridiculous justice... Um... A little bit of grease?"

The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt, so he decisively ended his recollection.

"Anyway, there is a threat! I'm leaving, you can take care of yourself."

After he said this, he turned and walked towards the outside of the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

On the lower deck, the Storm Eagle Squadron from the Heart of Plague was already waiting for their Primarch to return.

"What about us?" Khayon looked at the mess on the bridge, and was slightly numb in his heartache.

This is the fate of these traitors, and this time, if they want to restore it to its original state, they don't know how many years will pass.

"Let's go too..."

Abaddon looked around at the surrounding Gastalin guards, calling other members of the battleship while looking for possible survivors.

He made up his mind to seal this hall for a long time;

Everything here is a great shame for him, and he doesn't want to see anything here before completing the corresponding revenge.

"Go?" Khayon was anxious.

"Our fleet has a huge advantage, and this failure is just an accident!"

"Is it really an accident?" Abaddon looked at Khayon without scolding him, and it was his deep gaze that made him gradually silent.

"That-the Primarch." After Khayon finally shut up, Abaddon slowly spoke:

"That Primarch has the same characteristics as your father...even more powerful.

The rules of physics are meaningless to him, and the advantage of the fleet cannot stop his threat to us.

Let's go, while Mortarion is still..."

Abaddon's steady voice showed a rare fluctuation, and Khayon knew that this was him enduring the pain of his failure after recognizing his weakness.

Yes, the excitement in Khayon's mind finally calmed down after Calvin's name was mentioned.

The appearance of the new Primarch made all their plans come to nothing.

And if it weren't for Mortarion's threat to him, the Spirit of Vengeance just now would probably be the beginning of a huge massacre.

Fight? How to fight?

When a person can ignore the fleet's artillery fire and directly reach the bridge of your flagship to make a decapitation strike.

All your will and plans seem so pale and ridiculous.

And after counting the long time they have lived, decapitation strikes, a tactic that only belongs to them, will one day become the reason for them to take advantage of the advantage but escape in embarrassment...

"Father..."

This almost unfamiliar word passed through Khayon's heart, and the voice and smile of the Red Prince before he completely fell into madness also emerged in Khayon's mind.

He subconsciously drove away his weakness and cut off this thought;

But looking at Abaddon's solidified figure, he had to wonder if this brother who killed Horus's clone with his own hands would have a moment to think of the original owner of the giant snake scales on his body...

"Okay, but what about the troops on the ground? I just heard the news that Cabe is dead."

Khayon sorted out his tone and told Abaddon the news he had just received.

"Dead..." Abaddon pulled the bodies of several soldiers and finally paused after hearing the bad news from Khayon.

"It's better to die, living is suffering... Who is responsible now?"

Halfway through his words, he shook his head in self-mockery.

How could anyone be responsible?

The prestige of the Messenger of Despair, Rifacus Cabo, is overwhelming.

And after his death, the prestige of this iron-clad Chaos warband that he managed became a shortcoming.

No one else can stand up to inherit his position and unite all the Messengers of Despair under one voice.

And in the current chaotic battlefield, this de facto division based on power or distrust is equivalent to announcing their own dead end.

"Contact..."

At the door of the hall in the distance, a group of veterans of the Black Legion finally arrived.

Abaddon put down the bodies of his men, and when he turned around to pick up the fragments of Draconian, he told Khayon:

"Contact as many as you can, but time is limited and the fleet will only be sent once.

Whoever can reach the assembly point before midnight will be brought along.

As for those who can't make it...don't worry about it."

"Your will!"

Khayon looked at the people around him who were starting to clean up the battlefield, and he didn't comfort his brothers at this moment.

What he needs now is authority, not brotherhood...

——

Far, above the first continental plate.

The Grey Knights who haven't received the news are still advancing at the most intense schedule.

This tension seemed a bit stupid at the time, but it seemed quite forward-looking after the appearance of the Death Guard's fleet.

When the plague and death occupied all the cities of Far, Mortarion's fleet was also summoned from the void;

Yellow-green meteors fell like raindrops at the end of the sky, and the Grey Knights in the hive city stepped up their pace.

+Found it. +

A silent communication spread among the Grey Knights, and after confirming the location of Sura and his team, the Grey Knights, numbering 300 people, also moved towards the target.

On the Silver Dawn, the fighter planes personally deployed by the Grey Knights took the lead, and the huge fleet of aircraft in the warship began to provide tactical cover over Farr;

In the middle level of the hive on the ground, under the stunned gazes of the Battle Sisters and Death Watch, those silver-armored giants who were supposed to appear in small groups and live out the legendary mission actually appeared in groups. In front of their eyes.

"Want to kowtow?"

Mirius remembered a certain joke among the Astra Militarum, and the source of this terrible joke was striding up to them, then picked up their comrades and left without saying a word.

"Knock two and keep one for yourself."

Brother Severn also had a rare opportunity to be sent down. While following these Gray Knights to evacuate, he smiled at Miris beside him.

"Hahahahaha..." Miris laughed so hard that he couldn't stand still, and then was stabilized by a gray knight passing by with one hand.

And on the shoulders of this particularly tall and strong Gray Knight is their biggest support during this trip - Padilla.

"Watch her!" Mirius put away his smile and said seriously to Sir Sutherland.

And this kind of persuasion, expressed through her face filled with gunpowder smoke, was no different from the warning in the eyes of a mortal.

"Of course." A low and loud voice sounded in Miris' ears, like a subwoofer roaring in front of her.

Miris, who was almost startled, backed away slightly, but then stood back with a red face.

"Oh! Here is the throne! It turns out you can talk!"

Mirius's voice rang out in the silent marching procession, but no one except her sisters paid attention.

She seemed to feel the strange gaze on her for a moment, and then in the next second, the huge feeling of soaring clouds and mist made her feel angry.

"Put me down! The throne is up! I can leave on my own!"

"………………"

However, this time, no one answered her.

And this group of terrifying Astartes warriors gradually disappeared among the towering buildings of Zerita's hive...

+Ground report, successful target recovery! +

The report from the fighter command unit made Tabos, who was fully focused on the battlefield situation, slightly raise his head.

+Loss? +

+Single digits, no deaths. +

+Continue tracking and be prepared for interception by the Death Guard at any time. +

+Received! +

In the huge bridge command hall, the only sound in the quiet air was the sound of keyboards and servo operation.

Above the central command sand table, the moment the huge timer reached half an hour, an icy will stretched out its tentacles from the void towards the Silver Dawn's teleportation battle array.

+received transmission request+

+Encryption permissions passed+

+Geller Stand Open+

+Weapon Array Disarmed+

+Subspace coordinate binding in progress+

+Start teleportation...+

Buzz…

There was a flash of thunder, and Calvin and his honor guard reappeared.

Tabos on the bridge has also been paying attention to this place. After the original body returned intact, he quietly took a deep breath in his heart.

"Welcome back, Your Excellency."

Tabos thought for a moment, and then chose to use the battleship's public channel to speak to the transmission array.

And this news from the public frequency also resounded throughout the entire fleet.

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