Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Ninety-seventh..."

Calvin thought about his victory in his mind, and kindly rejected the suspension bracket pushed by the Gray Knight beside him;

The cabin is filled with engine noise, and under the influence of Thunder's poor aerodynamic shape, it has a special love for the stratosphere.

In the entire cabin, all the Gray Knights had placed themselves on their fixed racks, except for Calvin, who was still stubbornly standing in the central aisle.

Of course, he has this privilege.

"How's the progress?" Calvin looked at the figure closest to him. In the psychic communication, these two words were superimposed and spread layer by layer.

All Gray Knights who "heard" the original body's questions can clearly understand that this word, which is given both time and space meaning by the inscription, points to the status of the entire advance fleet at this time.

Time progress, space progress, the fleet's position, and even the specific combat missions that the fleet sends down level by level when the advance fleet passes through asteroids, satellites and even orbiting space stations that are determined to be contaminated.

This is the case for the Thunderhawk that Calvin is on. It is one of the hundreds of squads that were dropped around the advance fleet.

After the advance fleet, the two thousand Astartes from the Krieg Alliance, as well as the main fleet of the Death Watch and the Reviled, are also rushing towards this speed.

"The progress is going well." Gorgon shook his head and transmitted the information that was also encrypted with the inscription in reverse.

But like all Gray Knights, his use of this tool is far weaker than that of the Primarch.

The combat information of the advance fleet was too complex and dense, and the information encryption and compression technology he could master could not summarize all the information.

The third-level inscription system is probably the limit that these gray knights can use to build their own soul defense;

As for daily information communication and combat applications, they are firmly fixed within the second-level category.

But Calvin is not worried, because in his eyes, this lack of ability is a process of growth.

The Gray Knights are destined to continue to grow, and what he is doing now is to speed up the process.

"Ninety-seven..." Calvin repeated the number again.

The concept of the Great Demon was almost completely overturned after Calvin went through this war.

Compared with the training he received from the trial court, the information obtained from the injured parties was obviously more credible.

What? What did they say, you ask? How did you say that?

Calvin had no desire to explain this, he just touched his belly and smiled without saying a word...

In short, there is no strict standard for what is called a great devil;

In the subspace, whether it is chaos or fragments of gods, there is only the difference between ordinary and unique concepts.

Within them, the true standard for distinguishing these unborn people may not be truly agreed upon until a very late stage;

And this kind of consensus they have is also very familiar to Calvin - that is, whether they have divinity.

Yes, still divinity.

Just like the humans of Ancient Terra said before they left the stars: "There is never anything new under the sun." Under the endless changes in the subspace, there are actually some commonly recognized "truths".

Divinity is easier to obtain for the fragments of gods, but this ease is still far different from the difficulty that humans can understand.

They may be able to please their own bodies by some chance in the tens of thousands of years after their birth, or simply because of some accidental behavior of the subject's consciousness, their consciousness will be brought to that fragment.

So, when the will of the gods leaves, and the fragment is lucky enough not to be broken or damaged, then the fragment will have a new title from now on - the incarnation of the gods.

In comparison, it is much more difficult for the unborn beings of undivided chaos. They have only two ways to obtain divinity:

One is to pray for the favor of the will of chaos, just like some kind of legal gambling, to find a trace of the origin of chaos in the endless subspace, and it happens to be small enough to reveal the identity, so it is coveted by the gods;

Second, we should try our best to find every opportunity to reach reality, and try our best to leave a deep enough impression on the civilized races of the real universe in a short time window.

So the question is, is there anything more impressive than killing and destruction?

Maybe, but it will definitely take a long time, and this is exactly what they lack.

So killing and destruction have become the only options for these fragments of chaos or gods that are not favored by the deity.

They also enjoy it and want to maintain their existence in time through these traces of creation, so as to obtain a little bit of divinity born naturally after the long river of time.

This is the truth.

A truth that Calvin never imagined.

In the memory of the Thousand Sons in his soul, the guardian spirits summoned by himself and other Sons of the Legion were probably special cases based on this situation.

When an unborn person can establish a stable contract with reality, these existences that are essentially high-dimensional creatures will not mind having a fixed guarantee and the benefit of being remembered in the short life cycle of mortals. Put away your ugly face for now.

They are even willing to show a certain degree of "loyalty" and "reliability" as long as their contractors also show enough strength;

But although the "scale" of this attitude exceeds the life span of most mortals, who can guarantee that this fragile contract will remain steadfast in the face of real terror?

There may be extreme exceptions, but they are by no means the norm.

Well...another mystery was solved, and Calvin felt quite happy.

But there was also a vague pressure in his heart, because the information obtained from these unborn people also pointed ominously to his target-Goth.

The bumpy cabin has regained its stability, and the roaring engine has become quiet unconsciously.

Calvin knew that this was a characteristic of the plasma engine switching to outer space working mode.

And at the end of his field of vision, in the observation window that was so narrow that there was only a thin slit left, just as he expected, the figure of the orbiting space station appeared.

The cleanup near the channel where the fleet passed has been completed, and other Thunderhawk teams are also in the process of returning.

Calvin felt the will of the legion in the psychic state, and the active souls around him were his descendants paying tribute to him.

It's time to leave... This is the consensus of Calvin and the other Gray Knights.

The enemy's purpose was very clear, and in the process of killing and preying on the demons here, he also found the battles that had happened here from the souls of those mortals who had not yet been digested.

Stranivar, this is the name of this galaxy.

And if he guessed correctly, the wreckage of the battleship currently floating in the orbit of the companion star of the second star in the galaxy is the last trace of the defense fleet that once stationed here.

In the past battlefield, those Black Legion warships were rampaging like wolves here, and then with the help of the equally huge Death Guards, they annihilated the Imperial Navy here in the shortest time, and then they didn't even reach the battlefield. Clean up and walk away.

What are they looking for?

What are they doing?

Calvin felt something in his heart and knew that this might be one of the few clues that might allow him to make a comeback in this war where the enemy was outnumbered.

But the fog of war left him ignorant, and he could only find out after he arrived in Goth in person.

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