Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Is that... a warship?"

Calvin looked up and took a breath. The reason for the failure of the energy protection in the atmosphere of Pesma was obviously found, but from the result, he would rather not know the truth.

How much mass would a seven-kilometer-long space warship have, and how much damage would it cause to the entire continental plate after being captured by the planet's gravity?

Calvin felt terrified just thinking about it. This was a disaster that was enough to destroy the original ecology of the planet.

And this was exactly the surprise that Mortarion brought him, and it was also the first wave of official blows that the Death Guards brought to the people of the Empire here as an Astartes Legion!

Drip...Drip...Drip...

Hyperion's blessing was reminding its owner, and the increasingly noisy rhythm of the howling foreshadowed the pace of the disaster.

Calvin looked down at his arm, and the large patches of red values ​​on the screen finally turned into a huge sign after a rapid swipe - the gravity coefficient was abnormal!

"Calculate the mass!" Calvin ordered in a dry tone, and then continued to lead the team forward. The servo began to calculate frantically, and then gave Calvin a number that he could not accept after more than ten minutes - at least 170 million tons of mass.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions... No! Calvin shook his head. These were all things that would happen later. The most critical thing at the moment was the first collision of the warship!

He originally wanted to lead the team to support the most core war zone, but this number and the meaning behind it told him that all ground-based defenses were meaningless under such a blow.

"Do you still want to go?" Talos asked. The alarm in the communication channel had explained the situation to everyone. This impromptu support was meaningless in the eyes of this veteran.

"Go, I want to see it with my own eyes and record it!"

Calvin gave orders word by word, but his eyes were fixed on the sky. Regardless of victory or defeat, Mortarion's attack would completely destroy the ecology of Pesma - that meant the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

He wrote down this account.

Another fifteen minutes later, a team of dozens of people had climbed to the top of a nearby mountain. Looking ahead, a large group of buildings could be vaguely seen on the plain at the end of the mountain range in front.

Calvin, who had just stood firm, had no time to react when a dull noise came from the air!

Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang...

The sound of the air being squeezed was both funny and terrifying, but Calvin, who was nearly a hundred kilometers away, was sweating profusely!

He looked up at the source of the sound and saw the black spot burned by the atmosphere. While the tip was golden red, it also brought up layers of air rings!

And it was this thin white air ring that swept across the sky of the 35th theater in a rapid expansion that seemed slow but was actually fast. All the fighter planes along the way were torn to pieces regardless of friend or foe, and a blank was cleared on the battlefield of hundreds of kilometers!

However, no one cared, whether it was the servants of Chaos or the soldiers of the Empire!

More enemies continued to descend from the clouds, surrounding the battleship and attacking the ground. The Imperial Air Force on the ground also continued to take off, even though they knew their fight was useless!

Circling... approaching... shooting, and then being torn into pieces in the turbulent air explosion, and then falling...

Including the fighters taking off from the adjacent war zones, in just over ten minutes, this air battle over the 35th war zone has turned the loss of precious fighter pilots into rows of cold numbers.

In Calvin's eyes, the warship that symbolized destruction has changed from a black dot that is difficult to see with the naked eye to a black shadow that can be observed by mortals!

Three minutes...

Two minutes...

One minute...

Seeing that the black shadow has descended to a height of 100 kilometers, Calvin's eardrums have begun to feel uncomfortable, and the faces of the surrounding Astartes warriors have more blood marks.

His heart suddenly sank, knowing that this was the combined effect of pressure and infrasound. He must stop this disaster, but ask himself, can he do it?

Psionic power, he needs this power that can change reality more than ever before!

The Grey Knight's Primarch closed his eyes and took a deep breath in the expectant eyes of the people around him. His soul continued to rise in the subspace, while his spirit continued to sink in his own subconscious ocean!

This is the biggest difference between him and all the psionicists in this world, and it is also the authority that only he and the man on the golden throne have!

Psionicists have no authority, and they rely on the original application of the soul to the power of the mind. As the source of power, the soul has no divinity and protection, so it can only be exposed in the subspace and watched by others!

He is different. The biggest reliance of the Grey Knight Primarch is that his soul naturally possesses divinity, and his huge and indescribable soul essence makes this kind of divinity's deterrence worthy of its name in the subspace!

The power of God cannot be looked at directly! The power of God cannot be blasphemed!

Even if his soul has only recovered slightly in the past hundred years, even if he has just ignited the sacred flame on the road to God!

But divinity is divinity. Life that crosses this level will no longer fear the covetousness of the unliving, and will be qualified to have the power to drive it!

Stop it, stop it!

The giant in the Pure Land of Souls awakens from the clouds, and the flames on its crown rise! Countless praises linger in the ears, and the whispers of the subspace appear as expected, but they are swallowed up in less than half a second!

A silver moon is slowly emerging in the endless darkness, and the unliving people fleeing madly around are proof of its existence!

Psychic! Psychic!

Ice-cold turbulence surged in the bone marrow, and the bone-piercing pain was followed by a heavier numbness. However, this pain was nothing compared to the coldness in Calvin's soul. The silver authority of order was using a force that could freeze everything. The cold revealed to him that the reason why miracles are precious lies in the equally high price behind their greatness.

But it is no longer important. Calvin opened his eyes that were filled with silver light. The silver light under his feet spread like mercury pouring down the ground. His slowly opened hands were raised to the sky!

In the sky dozens of kilometers away, a pair of giant palms magnified tens of millions of times were being shaped. And at the moment when the steel mountains descending from the sky met these giant hands, a halo centered on Calvin appeared. , also happened to cover the mountains at his feet!

boom!

The huge smoke and dust obscured everyone's vision, and the sharp and silent roar, which was sharper than the noise, had pierced everyone's eardrums!

For tens of seconds, there was only silent silence in the world of the Astartes, and after the dust settled, they were even more shocked to see that the invisible force lifted the hills under their feet out of thin air. Press three points!

Talos swore that he clearly heard the painful groans of the original body at that moment, and what made his hair stand on end was the shattering sound coming from the mountains at his feet and the original body's bones!

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

Calvin's voice woke Talos out of his sluggish state. He turned to look at the original body, who was slowly controlling the giant palm in the sky, lowering the lifting height little by little.

But the hill below was still unable to withstand this huge force, and even the structures inside the mountain were visibly collapsing!

He could hear the squeaking of the Primarch's teeth, and even after removing the noise, he could still hear that while the Primarch was fighting against the invisible force, he was still conversing with other beings.

"Bigger! Bigger!" Calvin groaned, while the psychic aura under his feet was still spreading.

And at this critical moment, a hoarse and dry voice mocked in his ear:

"What are you doing? My brother...do you want to be like that idiot who really thinks he is an angel after growing a pair of wings? Want to be the savior of this world?"