Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Me...? My ideals...and beliefs?"

In the struggle for consciousness, Mortarion showed rare hesitation, and his memory flickered like a revolving door.

From Barbarus's lone battle, he moved to the majestic palace of Terra, where hundreds of Twilight Raiders pledged their allegiance to him in the presence of the Emperor and Horus. Under the leadership of that man, mankind finally regained its glory and marched towards the center of the galaxy, once again picking up the territory lost among the stars...

Planet-based steel, in the unanimous praise of countless wills, was forged into steel mountains that were equivalent to miracles; and it was these battleships that were accumulated and eventually gathered on the star rings of Mars, and then in the most majestic and magnificent posture. Being taken under his command...

war!

But it’s different from now! That was a glorious war!

That was a time when humanity still had hope! Even the ugliest war was given a romantic and ideal arc in that era!

But... just this memory disappeared in an instant, no, it didn't disappear!

Instead, it was destroyed by the indescribable torrent of billions from subspace, the twisted desire that enveloped endless lives, and contained the ancient universe's greatest malice towards life!

That cannot be named! Cannot be defined! Can't be understood! A collection of all concepts that cannot even be touched with perception, gathered in Mortarion's consciousness, and then distorted his cognition with irresistible force, and then from the most basic sense of life to the world From the beginning, layer by layer, his will was deprived, disintegrated, and then tampered with!

That precious memory! That feeling that is regarded as a treasure! The ideals and beliefs that I was proud of! At the moment when they were all corroded, they screamed the same voice together with the billions of creatures in the endless darkness of subspace:

Nagou! Nagou! Nagou!

Tsk~!

Mortarion's soul is still floating in the supreme sky, and around the soul-centered consciousness fluctuations, the silver flames burning fiercely with his thoughts as fuel are being annihilated by the endless power of distortion!

Visible to the naked eye, on the throne on the top floor of the Endurance, the power of the withered giant is fluctuating in reality as if it were real!

Defined by the rules of the real universe, dark green light appears, penetrating all obstacles in front of it like a beacon from the eyes of the Lord of Corpses, and falling from the high sky of Pestma!

"That... doesn't matter anymore!"

The ravings of the demonic primarch echoed in Calvin's ears, and the war in his consciousness began to rage again!

The thinking from the Lord of Corruption that far exceeds the definition of human civilization is as unstoppable as the flood from the sky, and pours all-pervasively towards the giant composed of silver halo!

And in the realm that humans can't hear, among the roars caused by the fierce collision of countless thoughts, their goal is extremely clear - pointing directly at the ray of gold in the center of the giant's heart!

"Good and evil... do they have meaning in the face of time?"

Mortarion questioned Calvin, and the fluctuations of thought in the collision of consciousness showed the latter the short history of human civilization:

What you define as good and evil has never been fixed from the beginning. Is it possible that the virtues of the slave age are also prevalent in the industrial age?

"Ideals...are they meaningful in the face of fate?" Mortarion's offensive strikes again:

The Eldar rose from the war in heaven to their fall after dominating the galaxy; countless heroes and wise men rose and fell in the fate of their race, but in the end it was still difficult to restore their estrangement.

Humanity has gone from the brief peak of the Golden Age to the rapid decline of the Dark Age, from a spark in the primitive era to the footsteps of the immortals covering every inch of the earth, but still can't find hope to escape the reincarnation of the race...

The massive amount of information is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but it is full of mud and sand. The power of corruption and the Lord of Life is uncharacteristically colliding with the power of order all the time!

Calvin, or maybe Jiang Wen, knew that this was not only a collision of forces, but also a duel of ideas. Even if he hesitated or wavered for a second, what was waiting for him was the collapse of his entire soul!

debate……

confrontation……

bear……

And...save!

Countless suffocating moments in the realm of consciousness finally dragged out time for a full second in the real world!

After Calvin opened his eyes and scanned the silver light that was still spreading under the mountain, he finally responded to the sky after a long silence:

"fart!"

He responded to Mortarion and turned his head back with difficulty while carrying a huge load;

The essence of the soul is driven by consciousness, and his will merges with the legion's will again at this moment!

All Gray Knights received the call from the Gene Father at this moment!

All the sons of Calvin experienced the entire debate between Calvin and Mortarion in an instant after being infused with a massive amount of information, and even understood their mission at the moment!

diffusion!

Spread the will of their genetic father!

Unity!

Unite all human souls here!

So in the next second, hundreds of silver light points tore open the subspace barrier and appeared next to them in the astonishment of the mortals in the entire thirty-fifth war zone!

And it was the spread of these silver light spots that spread across the entire war zone, and the already spreading speed halo centered on Calvin once again spread geometrically exponentially!

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

The spiritual hands held up under the steel mountains became more and more solid, and the body of the silver giant in the subspace became more and more majestic!

Reflected in reality, the silver halo, observed from the orbit of Pesma, is like a point of light, which turns into a visible light circle in an instant.

And the natural disaster that should have destroyed the entire ecology of Pesma finally groaned unwillingly after slowly slowing down!

"Hey..."

Mortarion savored the battle just now and looked at the ground under his feet with a little excitement. His dry voice passed through the long space and appeared in Calvin's ears:

"You won, but... this is just the beginning!"

"Impact... prepare... ready!" Calvin roared, releasing the burden in his hand to the final goal. Even if the greatest damage has been avoided, the mass of a battleship is still enough to cause a small earthquake.

He had no intention of thinking about Mortarion's provocation, because the rain of fire that covered the entire sky had already shown everyone what they were facing next!

Legion! Astartes Legion!

Ten thousand years after the Great Crusade led by the Emperor himself, the land of Goth finally welcomed a complete Legion of Astartes again!

+ka…ci…toi! +

Galvin used up his last bit of strength to summon the shield. The next second, dust, mud, gravel... and even the rocks under their feet, all deformed like liquid, and the mountains and the earth in the distance also collapsed and disintegrated at this moment...

The earth-shattering outside the shield and the silence inside were almost eternal at this moment, and the surrounding Astartes and Grey Knights had fallen into a coma.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, Mortarion was quietly standing under the highest porthole of the Endurance. In the hall behind him, there were 27 death shrouds wearing heavy armor.

Behind these giants, a long black shadow passed through the ceiling, and the mumbling heretic mechanical priest passed through the darkness, a full five meters long...

"It's time, it's time to end this farce..."

Gently stroking his neck, Mortarion carefully experienced the phantom pain there, he stood up and swung the scythe of annihilation, and behind him was a rain of fire.