Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"The auspicious instrument shows that the space energy is abnormal."

In the command deck cluster under his feet, a voice came from the direction of the detection array again.

"Category? Nature? Which direction?"

Tybers instantly cut off the call and looked at the deck seat of the detection array.

"Large starship, space jump-standard Manzeville point, second quadrant direction."

Hiss... at least five light points...Tybers weighed it in his mind.

Good news, this is a distance that the fleet's firepower cannot reach at all, which also means that if the newcomer is an enemy, the Silver Dawn cannot be attacked;

Bad news, if it is really an enemy, then there is really not much time left for them to evacuate.

"Emperor bless you."

Tybers prayed in his heart,

Abaddon's fleet is already a problem they cannot solve, and Mortarion's Death Guard will enter the scene soon.

It is not easy for him to step on the time window and take back the holy relic.

If there are new enemies on the scene, then if the retreat direction is squeezed, they are not without the possibility of being bitten and annihilated.

+Don't worry... they won't come. +

The Galvins haven't arrived yet, but the voice has already sounded in the psychic communication.

The Primarch was leaving the teleportation hall and walking towards his own bedroom.

After a battle on the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon was no longer able to continue.

Even if he could forcefully suppress his injuries, the turmoil in the fleet would take time to sort out.

Although Mortarion's behavior made him a little confused, from the fact that he did not pursue him, the leader of the Death Guard Legion obviously had some concerns.

What is it?

What can make a demon Primarch keep his promise in front of the enemy and give up killing an important figure of the Empire?

Galvin didn't have any unrealistic expectations for Mortarion, let alone think that he would have a change of heart.

And the only thing that can stop a demon prince is the force that is enough to threaten his life.

Who is it?

Galvin turned his mind around, and then locked his target on the shadow lurking on him.

After all, the battle just now was still in front of him, and it was this guy who personally promised him that he could stop Mortarion's threat.

Who is he?

Calvin remained expressionless, thinking rapidly in his mind.

But there was almost no sign of the shadow's appearance, and he didn't know where to start for a while.

+Your warship is good and very distinctive. +

That voice sounded in Calvin's mind, showing great interest in the Silver Dawn.

+Tell me about it? + Calvin felt the information in the words, and it seemed familiar with the layout of the Queen of Glory.

+What is this, an energy hub? Your warship seems to like energy weapons very much, and needs so many auxiliary devices? +

+Yes, because of the needs of the Legion, our plasma engine must exceed the standard configuration. And in order to make good use of this part of the energy redundancy, we have also arranged more nova cannons on the bow. +

Calvin kept moving, and he was also explaining tirelessly in the psychic communication.

It is a good thing to be able to communicate, and the other party did not seem to refuse this kind of information exchange.

Calvin did not want to use rhetoric to get information, but since the other party was willing, he was willing to treat it with sincerity and exchange some useful information while communicating.

+Is that so? Then your fleet... No, you don't have a fleet yet.

But if you have it in the future, pure long-range combat will be one of your features. +

The shadow is sensitive enough to this special weapon matching scheme, and immediately pointed out the impact of the Silver Dawn on the style of the entire fleet.

And Calvin was not surprised, and even deliberately slowed down to give it more time to observe.

+Oh... what is that? Psionic amplification array? Why is it so big? This is no longer an ordinary transmission equipment...+

The shadow asked again, it seemed that it had never seen such an arrangement that spreads the psychic circuit throughout the entire ship.

You know, even the Thousand Sons, who are famous for psychic power and witchcraft, only use runes to complete this function.

As for a thorough transformation from the bottom of the warship?

That's impossible, at least it was impossible under the official attitude of the Empire towards psychic power at that time.

And then, the emergence of the "Nikea Accords" completely sealed this future.

+Yes, our use of psychic power is more radical. +

Calvin responded to the shadow's questions and showed it his power.

The pure fire of order flowed in the hands of the primarch, and the coldness and silence in it made the shadow fall into silence.

+I understand... This is the meaning of your existence... This is also the specialness of your legion. +

Just like its ultimate mastery of the concept of "shadow", when Calvin's power was revealed in front of it, it also understood Calvin's "specialness".

The flowing white-gold flame was enough to make it feel instinctively uncomfortable at the sight of it.

It was an extreme opposite to chaos, and it was a power that was enough to completely destroy everything.

+What's the price? +

It asked subconsciously, and then realized that it was talking too much.

+No, you don't need to answer me, let me see for myself. +

+As you wish...+Calvin replied with a little disappointment.

Transactions are two-way, and so are cooperation and coexistence.

Calvin is not afraid of it asking, but afraid of it not asking.

And just now, he was only a moment away from knowing its true identity.

Uh-huh...

The thick armored door opened to both sides, and after nodding with the Honor Guards, the original body entered his palace alone.

The entire team of Templars looked at each other and resumed their previous duty sequence.

The large group of people left in silence, and only two people on duty continued to stand in front of the door amidst the sonorous sound of the Fury's halberd.

"The Astropath sent a contact signal! Reinforcements from Lucius' side have arrived!"

Tabers' excited figure appeared in front of Calvin's desk, and at this time Calvin had just disarmed.

Against the background that the two fleets belonging to Chaos began to evacuate, the appearance of this fleet finally gave Calvin real confidence.

And when the Black Legion temporarily retreated, the fleet belonging to Mortarion also disappeared into the subspace.

He started again but where the enemy went next... well, there was Eren.

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

The message Mortarion left could be called a riddle, but it has to be said that the time, concepts, characters, and places are all complete.

Apart from not being able to understand human language, I have no other shortcomings...

But where to start?

Calvin was not good at this kind of prophecy, so he could only let it go temporarily after thinking about it.

And this is also related to Mortarion's words. Listening to the implication of his words, Allen's whereabouts seem to be closely related, but it is indeed not life-threatening for the time being.

Thinking about the present, Calvin decided to contact the Titans as soon as possible after this battle. After all, this kind of work is the professional scope of the Prophet Brotherhood.

What he can do here is very limited, so it is better to leave professional issues to professionals.

The Chaos Fleet has left, but Farr beneath his feet has become a problem for Calvin.

More than a dozen cities, including the Zereta Hive, were not spared from the successive contaminations of Khorne and Nurgle.

The population here was already very low, and after two huge sacrificial ceremonies, there was no longer any value in saving it.

"Communication access request!" the servo skull reminded in Calvin's ear.

"Allow access." Calvin looked up and looked forward. After the projector flickered slightly, several figures appeared in front of Calvin.

"In the name of the Emperor! Salute you, Master of the Imperial Eye!"

The giant at the head was wearing pitch black MK IV power armor, and the crest on his body felt familiar to Calvin.

Silver-gray imperial wings and a skull, symbolizing purity, are sculpted on his breastplate, while lightning and explicit sigils emerge on his pauldrons.

"Abuser? Which company are you in?" Calvin asked with interest.

What concerned him even more was that when the Astartes warrior appeared, he felt something strange in his shadow for a moment.

"Fifth Company! I am Company Commander Isaac Arnida."

"Oh? I remember your defense area is at Saipramundi? What is the status of your company?"

Calvin asked softly. It was an unexpected joy to meet them here.

Calvin knew that as a fleet supporting a fallen sector, there would definitely be an Astartes Chapter among them.

But to be able to encounter a battle group belonging to the Krieg Alliance here can only be said to be the blessing of the emperor.

"Relying on your help." Arnida first expressed her gratitude to Calvin, and then continued:

"Our company is in good condition. The equipment distributed by the alliance has been of great help to us. Now the entire company only has fifteen vacancies and can handle any combat mission!"

"Very good!" Calvin replied to Arnida while paying attention to his own shadow.

That mysterious existence fell into silence again after a moment of emotional fluctuations.

And Calvin was curious about what would make it break its best hiding place.

Arnida's report is over, and according to the sequence, the commander of this fleet will speak next.

"In the name of the Golden Throne! I salute you! I am the Lord of the Imperial Navy, Admiral Vasilev."

A bearded man in a red military uniform spoke, but his voice gave off an unusually weak feeling.

The mechanically modified prosthetic eye that occupied one-third of his face attracted Calvin's attention.

This is not a simple organ modification, nor is it a common body organ enhancement.

Calvin knew from the cables extending from the back of his head that he was a high-ranking officer who had undergone parabrain information integration and embedding surgery!

"Salute to you too! The empire's most loyal sword!"

Calvin responded in a deep voice. The other party's mechanical transformation had proved his loyalty.

This kind of huge equipment access is undoubtedly the best solution for using the human brain and human body to deal with the huge flow of information when commanding fleet operations;

But this solution also requires huge energy. Once the transformation is completed, it means that he will not be able to leave the mechanical throne of the battleship.

Embed yourself into the battleship and communicate directly with the machine soul of the entire battleship.

This kind of behavior for the well-paid Imperial Navy not only means that he has given up a stable and wealthy retirement life, but also means that he has decided to integrate with the battleship after death.

On his left, another figure in red robe also spoke at the right time, but judging from the completely anti-human word order, this person obviously had little experience in contacting the outside of the forging world.

"Praise to the God of All Machines, Om Messiah! According to the ancient agreement... I... Kesel-7909-θ-Fermat... Lord of the Forge... Sage Ruler... From Lucius... Forge World, I greet you!"

"... Praise to the God of All Machines, and hello to you, respectful..."

Calvin's eyes turned slightly, and he finally found the most suitable one from the other party's long title.

"Respected Lord of the Forge."

Hmm... This is the experience Calvin learned in Titan, and it is also the teaching of the veterans of the Grand Master Council.

When dealing with people with academic and political dual identities, try to ignore his administrative title and give priority to his highest academic title.

Sure enough, this set of words is particularly useful for mechanical priests.

After receiving Calvin's correct feedback, the tall red-robed priest's eyes flickered (in the physical sense), and then used his synthesized electronic sound to rarely greet Calvin twice:

"Praise the incarnation of the God of All Machines... It's a pleasure to work with you."

Happy... to work together?

So there are unhappy ones?

Subtle emotions appeared in Calvin's mind, and under his observation, the other representatives of the other side really showed some embarrassment on their faces.

Okay... This is still a patchwork unit!

Even from their greetings, it can be seen that they may not even have unified command!

Fortunately, Calvin is also an old fighter, and any adverse situation is within his psychological tolerance.

He decisively eliminated the brewing embarrassment and looked at the last person on the screen.

And feeling his gaze, the strong man in a gray-green military uniform with bare arms did not hesitate, and saluted Calvin directly:

"By order of the Inquisition of the Misty Star Region, the 91st Catachan Corps reports to you!"

Catachan? That makes sense...

Calvin retracted his gaze with satisfaction, and the entire fleet began to confirm contact with Tibers on the bridge.

This fleet, which was temporarily pulled up by the Misty Star Region, finally found a person who could unify them after rushing to the edge of the war zone.

At this time, Calvin, who learned about the situation in the direction of Lucius from this fleet, finally calmed down his heart.

After all, that place still belongs to the Empire, and finally there is no war there.

A solid line of defense can give Calvin more confidence to take risks when facing the fog of war in the entire Gothic.

And the appearance of this company of abusers gave him a new sword in addition to the thousand Astartes warriors under his command.

"Hmm... did I forget something?"

Calvin, who finally had some free time, had an instinctive doubt, as if he had overlooked something in the meeting just now.

But after thinking about it, he still couldn't find the source of that weird feeling;

And on the other side of the Farr world under his feet, in the dense asteroid cluster, there was a fierce quarrel about him.

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