Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"The battlefield is approaching, prepare to engage the enemy in 1 minute!"

In Gorgon's announcement again, the stern tone was no longer concealed. The situation on the flank he was responsible for also made the two people on the call feel the pressure on their faces.

"I promise I'll be there on time!"

The conversation could no longer continue at this point. After leaving a promise to Calvin, Sutherland hurriedly cut off the psychic communication.

The Primarch valued him almost beyond words, and he knew he could no longer occupy Calvin's energy.

"Fall back!"

Calvin thought for a moment and decided to adjust the position of the Gorgon team again. What the other party simultaneously transmitted from the psychic channel was not only the words, but also the accompanying first-person perspective images.

The distant green light reflected on the obsidian walls reminded him again of the battle in the Storm Star Territory.

He was extremely impressed by these alien energy technologies. Whether it was energy cannons at the battleship level or individual tactical weapons, they could deal a fatal blow to the defense of the imperial soldiers.

"I can persist!"

"Excuting an order!"

Gorgon protested in the communication channel, but was immediately crushed mercilessly by Calvin.

This is not a question of persistence at all, but whether Calvin is willing to use a small team to perform special operations to touch the enemy's goal of storming the fortress, and to form a complete organization that can perform frontal push missions!

"Copy that!" Gorgon pulled up the team and started taking turns to cover and retreat. After the distance was long enough to be safe, the team began to turn around and run with all their strength.

However, the battle ahead ended faster than he imagined. Just when they started to turn around, metal beetles "flowing" like a tide poured in at the intersection at the end of the field of vision.

This small unit with the ability to fly activated Gorgon's most dangerous instinct the moment it appeared on the scene.

Green light!

Gorgon stepped on a cloud of sparks and made a harsh noise between his steel boots and the ground. He suddenly stopped and turned around, and what he saw was a scene like that!

Green lights squeezing and colliding with each other!

The moment they emerged from the corner, they spread out their metal insect wings, and then quickly spread to the entire hall!

The sound of squeaking metal friction rang in my ears, and the dense green light spots reminded me not of fireflies on a summer night, but of the phosphorus fire on the tomb that would drive any cryptophobic patient crazy!

"Defend in place!"

Gorgon's voice remained as cold as ever, and the rest of the Templars didn't give in too much!

The former's order is not so much Gorgon's personal decision as it is the collective will of these five veterans after realizing that the evacuation failed!

So in the clanging metal collision, the five silver-armored giants inserted their halberds into the floor, and then connected their hands with each other; the four comrades stood in a V-shaped formation with the Gorgon at the front as the center!

Cold silver light lit up in the eyes of these gray knights one after another, and in the cold that invaded the bone marrow, Gorgon at the front had already picked up the holy object around his waist, and the power in his body had been accumulated to the extreme. In an instant, he held the sacred book high and roared at the alien in front!

"Death...come!"

At this time, Calvin was still calculating his mistakes in fleet deployment.

In the initial deployment of troops, he had considered bringing the attached armored forces to the advance fleet. But due to various problems with weight and transportation, he eventually had to abandon them in the warehouse of the main flagship.

And this lack of accompanying firepower is most vividly displayed in the current situation. Because of the problem with the landing point, he expected to engage in firefights with the enemy earlier than meeting the defenders of Blackstone Fortress.

And Calvin has been able to estimate that if they are unlucky enough and collide with the main force of the aliens in the early stage of landing; then even if they can win by luck, they will have to pay a tragic exchange that is not consistent with common sense...

Just like other Chapters of the Astartes...

"Damn the Codex!"

Calvin subconsciously complained again, but immediately noticed something strange in the Legion's will!

"Huh?" Calvin not only heard, but also saw Gorgon's roar in his psychic vision.

He subconsciously calculated in his mind that ten seconds had passed since he communicated with Gorgon, and with their pace, there shouldn't be any sound at this time!

"Hold!"

Amidst the roaring thunder, Calvin tore apart the barrier around him and disappeared into the gap exposed in the subspace;

The remaining Gray Knights also stopped what they were doing and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

Bundles of teleportation beacons were at their feet, and the psychic teleportation array arranged according to a certain inscription was just beginning to appear.

"continue!"

A veteran of the Honor Guard reacted first and calmly explained to his other comrades. This level of crisis may be a new experience for these recruits, but for them veterans who have lived for hundreds of years, it only means one thing:

Even if the sky is falling, we must complete the task in front of us first!

"yes!"

The three sons of Calvin lowered their heads in shame and continued to place these beacons for amplifying psychic signals.

The comrades at the front may be in danger, but if they continue to be distracted here, it will be a waste of their sacrifices!

However, just when they lowered their heads, there was a heavy impact from behind the huge door at the end of the hall in the distance!

Several Gray Knights looked at each other, and then silently picked up the halberds placed on the ground.

"how much longer?"

The leading veteran of the Honor Guard waved around, and then asked Sutherland a question over the psychic communication;

And from the latter's violent breathing, he knew that at least now, he could not count on this friendly force that should have appeared.

boom!

Thousands of dust fell from the huge stone door, and several Gray Knights had already packed up the beacons on the ground and moved behind the nearest bunker that could be used.

The goose-thick halberd was leaning against the low stone wall, and the plasma pistols flashing with charging marks had been picked up by these elite gray knights.

Only five rounds, any more would exceed the thermal redundancy of this pistol.

The veteran gestured to the surroundings with his eyes, while transmitting his tactical intentions to them in the psychic channel;

The surrounding gray knights nodded slightly, indicating that they had received his order. What is reflected in the specific actions is the clicking sound of ammunition supply on the wrists of these gray knights, and the self-check sound of the aiming system on the helmet being warmed up!

They are waiting! Waiting for the moment that door opens!

As long as the door is opened, after twenty rounds of rapid free fire from the plasma pistol, they will take out the twin storm bolters on their arms, and then give the enemy on the opposite side a second wave of extended firepower. Powerful blow!

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