Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Is that so? Then, all we can do now is wait."

After confirming that there would be no unexpected incidents in orbit, Calvin turned his attention to the holographic projection on the command platform in front of him and began to look directly in front of the bridge.

His gaze followed the bulletproof glass on the huge porthole and the void behind it, to the planet that was the galaxy and the capital of the Sector. Passing through the atmosphere that has not yet been highly polluted, among the large and small building complexes with artificial traces on the surface, they directly locked the target of their trip - the planet's capital nest - the Rasthold Hive.

At this time, a huge swirling dark gray cloud covering hundreds of kilometers was occupying the sky above the location that originally represented the hive city.

Bang...bang...bang...bang... Huge footsteps slowly approached from the outer hall of the auditorium.

Under the lead-black sky outside the window, heavy rain was still falling endlessly. In the dark and empty hall, broken decorations and furnishings fell haphazardly to the ground.

The green and purple stamens are blooming coquettishly on the twisted and dense roots that fill the entire hall.

Most of the space in the hall is filled with these roots and branches. If it weren't for the armor and weapons lying in the corner, and the faded imperial double-headed eagle logo on the wall, this room would look more like a house used to cultivate seeds. A greenhouse with flowers instead of its original purpose.

The luxurious decorations in the past have become dilapidated due to long-term neglect and vacancy, and the growth of vegetation in the house has accelerated the decay of these remains.

A figure was walking across the red carpet in the center of the chapel.

When his body followed the steps and passed the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, the lightning flashing across the sky outside the window barely illuminated some silhouettes of this figure before it was extinguished in an instant:

Green moss-like skin covered the huge and bloated body, and the whole body was so fat that it almost lost its human shape.

When he was harassed by the rot flies and insects flying around him and shook his head in annoyance, the huge antlers on his head that were impossible for humans to have were even more distorted in the flash of electric light. It was like a crown representing distortion and corruption, worn on his shadow that was no longer human.

Strange green lightning was still streaking across the sky, occasionally reflecting into the huge Gothic floor-to-ceiling windows.

Through these brief, green lights, one can see the velvet carpet on the ground that has been soaked by the unknown liquid and has begun to rot and sprout. As for the original color, I am afraid no one knows...

The original gilded bracket of the crystal chandelier at the top of the hall was covered with green rust. Except for a few lights scattered around the interior of the hall that were converted into self-powered lights, most of the lighting equipment had been replaced. With the loss of energy supply, it fell into darkness.

In such scattered and sparse light, the throne symbolizing the ruling authority on the highest step of the auditorium is empty, just like this hive where no one survives except in the hall, full of meaningless things. , leaving behind the absurdity and irony of the form.

"Hmm... It's a little itchy..." The giant, or troll, muttered to himself while stretching out his huge, fat and bloated fingers to lick the outside of the other arm. Maybe the tickling force was a little too strong, the bright green skin was easily cut open by the black and green nails on the fingers, and dark green blood flowed out of the broken flesh.

But the troll didn't seem to feel the pain. It dug out the piece of rotten flesh and the maggots that were causing itching in the flesh, spread it out in the center of its palm, and held it in front of it with the sparse light, observing curiously like a child:

The flesh maggot covered with black spiny hair did not appreciate this. It was very angry that its feeding was interrupted. It bit the huge palm and tried to get back into the warm flesh again.

"Ah, naughty guy..." The troll muttered. He grabbed his palms, crushed the flesh and maggots in his palms, and then stuffed them into another mouth on his waist and abdomen.

The mouth that stretched across his entire waist was very dissatisfied with the stingy portion of the food. The long and thick tongue stuck out of the mouth and carefully washed his hands from the elbow down until After confirming that there was no more food, he retreated angrily. While flicking his tongue, he also hummed like the mouth above:

"I'm hungry!"

The sour feeling of hunger in his belly urged him to walk straight to the banquet hall next to the back of the auditorium. The instinctive message told him that there would be enough food there, or something that could be used as food.

"Boom!" The lightning outside the window flashed in the distance again, and the huge thunder in the clouds followed shortly.

The troll's footsteps stopped, and on his head that looked too small under the huge antlers, the originally chaotic eyes became a little clearer under the stimulation of thunder.

The scene in front of him and the encounter in his memory made him temporarily confused about the order of time and authenticity. His consciousness, which was immersed in memories a second ago and was sleeping, woke up and looked at the wreckage in front of him, making him unable to make sense.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, where there should have been a pair of tortoiseshell frames.

This frame was not expensive, and it was very cheap compared with the rare treasures he saw after he became governor. But this was a gift from his comrade before his death, and it was also his most cherished personal wealth.

But now, the touch of the sky on his fingers let him know that this thing had been lost by him just like this person.

Lost along with the frame were pendants, rings, swords given to him by other comrades... there were more than twenty items in total, including eight rings alone.

These cheap "babies" come from the tradition of his regiment: when a recruit likes something from a veteran, he can tell the veteran directly. Then, when the battle becomes so intense that a certain death situation arises, the veterans will leave their property and entrust it to the new recruits, and the things that the new recruits valued before are exactly the price for transferring these properties to the veterans' families.

In fact, the meaning of those things is much more than that. Implicit behind this is the obligation of survivors to provide shelter to the families of the deceased.

Otherwise, there would not have been a story about Hailan, who was born in a noble family, but he didn't like anything when he first entered the service, and the old regiment commander forced his head to specify this pair of frames.

This frame was his first inheritance. And placed together with the various twenty pieces after that, it is his life's obligation.

It is precisely because of this tradition that the successive leaders of the Hailan Regiment, including him, never competed or grabbed for military exploits, and they gave whatever they asked for the spoils of war, and never said a word.

Because the successive heads of the group, including Hailan, all know that their most important mission is not to cut off the roots.

After all, there are still too many people waiting for news about them in their hometown. If they forget, these "wealths" on their bodies and hands will remind them.

After all, the Hailan Regiment still couldn't escape except for the day when their numbers were shattered. The whole month of fierce battles on the Mangra 5, and the late arrival of reinforcements intentionally or unintentionally were devastating to them.

This small mortal army has no ability to participate in the game between the Astra Militarum and the Astartes, and it has no right to complain.

He has always been content to do his job without fighting or grabbing. Even if the Ministry of Military Affairs directly revoked the designation afterwards, it did not arouse Hailan's resistance.

In his eyes, this ending is neither the best nor the worst. Although in the end even the right to be resettled on the spot was taken away, didn't Hailan live up to the old leader's instructions and finally make arrangements for this group of people? This is enough.

"After fulfilling our obligations to the Empire and being loyal to the Emperor, we who are still able to survive find every day of peace so precious in our eyes."

This is what Hyland thinks. He did the same.

Before the disaster came, the seemingly honest and harmless fat Governor Hailan would wake up every morning, wearing a pair of tortoiseshell frames without lenses, eight cheap rings on his hands, and a low-quality ring on his waist. He was strutting around in the market with a sword and a few necklaces hanging around his neck that looked like cheap goods.

No matter what other people's strange eyes are, he still goes his own way. Because he knows that every breath of peaceful air he breathes now is a gift from the owner of these small objects on his body.

Now, these things are lost. Ignoring the change in his appearance, he began to look around in a panic:

"Where is it? Where is it? Why did it get lost?"

The huge antlers on his head were swinging back and forth with his head, and the huge centrifugal force made the things on these horns no longer stable.

"Bang!" A worn-out honor sword was thrown off from his right antlers, and he immediately discovered this lost thing.

"Ah, here...everyone is here, that's good, that's good..." He picked up the sword, which was about the size of a fruit knife compared to his current body shape, and happily stuffed it back into the right corner. …

It was not until this moment that Hailan, the little fat man who was known for his big heart in the past and now the big fat man, noticed the huge changes in himself from his hands and the extra antlers on his head...

"Boom!~!" There was another green lightning and thunder. Hailan's consciousness, which had just woken up, fell into a deep sleep again. He once again followed his instinctive hunger, stood up and staggered towards the back hall.

On the distant horizon, some tiny meteors streaked across the sky, seeming to arouse bad memories in his subconscious:

"Well... meteors... yellow cans... bad guys... bring diseases... rob... kill... crush... Hehe... Hehe..."

He grabbed the thick, solid metal lamppost that had fallen sideways with one hand and dragged it behind him as a weapon while muttering in his mouth:

"I am Hailan...the leader of the group, Hailan...I am Hailan...the last imperial governor, Hailan..."

There are only three days to go on shelves... Hmm, nothing to say? The author who updates once a day is too embarrassed to ask for votes...

Then let’s do a wave of PY.

This book is also known as "Things About the Wife-Protecting Maniac", "I'm Really Not Ultraman Dark", "Lin Feng Has a Date with the Kingdom of Light"

At the beginning, she muddleheadedly married Hui Jian, but in the end, she discovered that this special girl actually belongs to Tiga's world?

From then on, there was a wife-protecting madman in the Ultra world.

Tear apart the cosmonauts with your hands! Either saving the world, or on the way to saving the world.

The Ultra Warrior of M78 Nebula looked at this demon-like warrior with a dark aura all over his body, hesitating.

Lin Feng: "Don't look at me like that! You may not believe it! I just want my wife to get off work on time every day!"

The above are the original words of the boss. Interested readers can go and take a look. I am very grateful. Thank you!