Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The soul forges the will, and the will forges reality;

Truth condenses inscriptions, and inscriptions are the basis of authority and power.

Calvin's eyes flickered slightly, thinking about his next path.

When his physical strength reaches his level, the pressure that the people around him can bring to him in battle and training is close to nothing;

The so-called training, apart from his own continuous efforts in control, naturally does not involve any other training and improvement.

But Calvin still did not stop training, and would still appear in the center of the training hall as usual when there was no battle; because he knew that he was standing in this position, and his every move itself also had a strong role model meaning.

And this is also a kind of practice, a consistent repetition of the heart and will.

Boring training, for the Astartes warriors of other legion bloodlines, may be just a way for them to maintain their status after reaching the peak of their military power.

But for the Gray Knights who possess psychic qualities, it is also a foundation for building their spirit.

Likewise, it is also a belief and ritual.

This is Calvin's new understanding of those seemingly ordinary commandments in recent days.

Perhaps no one from the ancestors of the Chapter era could truly witness the meaning of "ritual" from his perspective.

But it is undeniable that they still summed up a complete and feasible set of commandments in the darkness without any theoretical guidance, using their own blood and souls to fight again and again.

As for the growth of the soul side, Calvin did not have a clear direction before this.

The divine soul is already the forerunner on the path of the entire human soul due to a combination of circumstances.

After reaching this peak, Calvin looked around. No matter in front of him or behind him, there was a barren darkness.

There is no theory, not even practice.

Because of the emperor's nature, he is not an ordinary human being. His experience can neither be repeated nor be of any use to anyone but himself.

And Magnus's search for subspace is no different from a blind man's search for an elephant in the eyes of today's Calvin.

You can't deny his efforts and their significance, but compared with the huge and endless Chaos itself, even if he and the Thousand Sons spend their entire lives, the knowledge they have gained is only within the palm of Chaos' hand.

Does it make sense? Yes, but not much.

Just like the words of a certain researcher monk that Garr saw in his previous life:

Assuming that the distance home is fixed, can Leapfrog shorten the distance home?

Yes, but Calvin decided to take the bus...

As for other psykers, none of them could reach the depth that Calvin is now.

The psionic schools and the secret techniques passed down from the legion period certainly gave the priests or shamans of these war groups powers far beyond those of ordinary people.

But thousands of years have passed, and none of them can reach the path that the Thousand Sons walked, let alone the depth that Calvin has now.

He has no ancestors or companions, and even his subsequent followers have only just begun to show signs of success after the inscription system appeared.

The psychic energy, which was so powerful that it had no reference, gave Calvin a false sense of security and prevented him from seeing the way forward from the divine soul.

He didn't know how to continue moving forward, so the enhancement of his own strength was just a side step in fighting those Chaos Demons on the way to the mission.

This is also the tradition and consensus of all Gray Knights, and even other Primarchs and Astartes.

This universe does not believe in growth, and there has never been a path to advancement from mortals other than falling.

Bloodline and technological transformation are all sources of power, and whether it is the Astartes or others, they are just spending the rest of their lives realizing the potential given by the former.

And here is Calvin's embarrassment, that is, he can theoretically obtain more powerful power by devouring demons.

But the problem is that there are always demons, but there are not always demons worthy of his attack.

Or to be more detailed:

There are actually many demons that can really make the Inquisition helpless, but it is extremely rare that he can be dragged to deal with them personally.

Because this is war, not a game. No demon will wait there honestly after entering reality.

Not to mention that no demon would be like the NPC in the game, waiting for the protagonist to come and ride on his face to gain experience.

The real situation is that when the real big devil comes, all local resistance will be destroyed in the shortest possible time;

The empire can usually only harvest a devastated world of death after a long period of time, through passing merchant ships or the Inquisition's exploration after losing contact.

Or, even this world disappears in the wave of subspace, and all the empire can harvest is the blank space marked as the human world on the star map.

As for that demon? It has long since disappeared from the empire's sight.

But this situation is not absolute. The empire certainly has corresponding defensive measures.

In the depths of the Throne Court, apart from the occasional oracles sent down by the Emperor himself, the prophets under the Astral Court have never given up predicting the future of the empire.

What is more professional than these prophets who rely on psychic powers and the Emperor's Tarot is the Brotherhood of Prophets, an organization established under the Order of Titan specifically to warn against the coming of demons.

But their manpower is also limited, especially limited to the capabilities of the Gray Knights Chapter itself. The only things they can worry about and be wary of are some turning points related to the fate of the empire;

Compared with those big demons that can threaten the foundation of the empire, the borders and remote places in the vast sea of ​​​​stars in the empire can only be selectively abandoned.

But now, it's time for that to change.

While waiting for the Thunder Eagle to respond, Calvin gently moved his wrist.

Above his head, the soul essence echoing him in the depths of the void is constantly transforming the souls and true names of demons and evil spirits under the battle of the Gray Knights;

What is reflected in the real world is that the clouds and atmosphere in Farr's sky are returning to normal.

He was thinking about what name should be used to further strengthen the establishment of the Prophet Brotherhood after returning to Titan, and what name should be used to further expand the scope of the Prophet Brotherhood's observation to ordinary demons. .

And it seems that Draconian has also obtained some kind of benefit. On Calvin's chest, the Bell of Erebus, which has been silent for a long time, is also softly calling Calvin's will.

Communication requests intervention...

A sudden sound interrupted the original body's thoughts. Calvin looked at the source of the signal on his arm, and the direction displayed was the bridge of the Silver Dawn.

Seeing the Thunder Eagle appearing on the horizon, Calvin's eyes were slightly confused.

"At this time? Can't wait?" He thought for a while and pressed the switch of the communication ball.

And Tabers on the other end of the signal did not disappoint him, and indeed brought him a difficult problem:

"Sir, bad news.

The medical floor received news 5 minutes ago that one of the soldiers in the Death Watch's killing team was seriously injured and was extremely dangerous.

The pharmacist team said that it cannot solve the problem despite its best efforts and is...waiting for your opinion. "

It was an opinion, but Calvin knew that this was a death sentence.

He is not a pharmacist, so what help can he provide to the medical team in the rescue work?

He can't. All he can do is, in his diplomatic capacity as the Lord of the Legion, issue an obituary to the Death Watch and that warrior's group according to the procedures, and transfer the gene seeds through diplomatic procedures...

"Wait! Death Watch? Sulla?"

Calvin finally remembered what he had forgotten when he was in the silver hall.

This Ultramarine, who he had met once before in Placedia, was the person he wanted to meet most after learning the news.

But the pressure from the Black Legion and Mortarion was too great, and after finally ending the battle on the Spirit of Vengeance, the reinforcements from Lucius took a lot of energy out of him.

"...I'm sorry, it's him." Tabers' voice was a little blurry through the distant communication, but Calvin could still hear the regret in his tone.

The adjutant who followed the four consecutive Ultramarines had not only left a deep impression on Calvin.

The Gray Knight veterans also had the same regrets about this sudden bad news.

"Damn it! Forgot him!" Calvin hit his palm with his fist in frustration.

"Ask the medical team to turn on the psychic shielding! I'll be there soon!"

After finishing the order, Calvin looked at the Thunderhawk landing in front of him without hesitation, and walked straight towards the hatch against the huge airflow brought by the engine;

What he failed to see was that on the tower of the hive city several kilometers away from him, there was a bird covered with scars, sweeping in his direction from a distance with his peripheral vision.

Update, there may not be two updates, I will try my best.