Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

You were happily singing Waaaaaah on the battlefield, and suddenly you were hit by a dump truck. How did it feel?

This feeling is difficult to explain, because without experiencing it face to face, it is difficult to understand the feeling of a sudden fragmentation of the entire consciousness.

If I have to describe it, it feels like taking a sip of mushroom beer, only to find that there is not a drop of alcohol in the wine, and the rest is all promethium.

One second you were still roaring, and the next second you suddenly lost consciousness. Let alone anger or fear, even maintaining yourself was so difficult.

The surrounding pictures suddenly looked so strange, and the apparently simple pictures always wavered between blur and clarity.

Your consciousness seems to have understood your state, but your body is still out of your control. You can know that your body is still twitching and resisting subconsciously, but you can't control it.

Who I am, I know. But what happened to me? I am not very sure.

That's how the orc war boss feels right now.

boom!

The big silver can in front of him swung the big iron rod in his hand again. How long had it been since the last time?

One second? Or how many seconds?

I don't know, but this time his hand really can't stop it anymore. The tiger's mouth on the palm has been cracked, and the thick thumb joint is twisted weirdly in the opposite direction.

The power ax had broken, and the boom gun had been shattered in the last parry. After his parched throat tried to roar one last time but only a hoarse hiss reached his ears, darkness permanently shrouded his consciousness.

Buzz!

Calvin tied a stick to the war hammer in his hand, and easily pulled out the spiritual energy attached to it.

The metal cylinder of more than 300 kilograms made such easy and freehand movements in his hands.

Even if he knew the inside story, the Terminators on both sides couldn't help but twitch when they saw this.

It is true that the Astartes are superhumans, but there is still no comparison with this kind of monster that is completely not human except for its appearance.

This is still the state of his childhood. If he is really given a hundred or so years to grow, his complete appearance will probably be no different from his brothers in the history books, and I am afraid it will only be stronger.

The switch of the decomposition force field was pressed again, and the silver light on the surface of the weapon gradually dimmed after losing support, and with the low chirping, it returned to its original dim lead-grey color.

Herein lies the advantage of the decomposition stance. After completing a killing, the weapon is still as bright as new, as if the orc body with only the lower body left in front of him was not given by him.

The high-intensity battle consumed a lot of physical strength, but fortunately it was still bearable. It's a pity that the consumption of spiritual energy is not easy to recover, and a nervous headache is twitching near the temples along with a slight feeling of fatigue.

Calvin looked at the battlefield around him. The battle was still fierce, but the victory was firmly in the hands of the human side.

The Gray Knights were using two Terminators as spearheads on both wings, powerfully unleashing wave after wave of attacks on the orcs against the opponent's firepower.

With the death of the WarBoss, the Waaaaah stance in the psychic environment of the entire battlefield lost its center of operation. Without these interferences, the Gray Knights' interceptors began the teleportation and decapitation tactics for which they were famous.

Although these giants made of steel are small in number, the tactical positioning of their heavy guns and heavy armor allows their unit density to release firepower far more efficiently than ordinary people.

The follow-up mortal troops have also arrived, and the Sinners long-range strike team also appeared behind them to follow them.

The heavy logging guns and twin laser cannons being set up on the high point are their contribution.

The enthusiasm for war among the orcs who have lost their leader is like a tide. When it comes, it is so violent that it is difficult to resist, and when it goes, it is so sudden that it is dizzying.

Except for a handful of orcs led by elites who were still stuck in a corner and persisting in resistance, most of the orcs were already evacuating towards the landing craft they came from.

The retreating front is like a levee and a flood under a static confrontation, but only after one side collapses first can the other's position be confirmed.

The exhaustion of physical strength was beginning to recover with the violent breathing. Compared with the battle situation shown in the helmet's eyepiece, where the two wings of the battlefield were still exchanging fire, the eye of the storm in the center became quiet after the battle.

Now that he is free, Calvin has time to contact the command team below, and the other party's feedback will determine his next step.

"Gordon, how long will it take for you and Tariq to stay together?"

"Very soon, about half an hour to an hour. There is no longer any organized resistance, but the specific passages and cabins still need to be cleared one by one."

"It's the same on my side. Resistance is waning, but expect the cleanup to take a lot of time."

"Then don't clean up. Let the mortal troops occupy the traffic nodes and set up fire blockades. Give you 15 minutes to clean up the people, and then assemble towards the weapons array. Are there any problems?"

"No problem!"*2

After the arrangements were completed, Calvin sent a new contact request to the bridge command post.

"Call the bridge, this is Calvin."

"Copy that, how's the battle going?" Judge Matthew's voice came from the communicator.

"The battle is going well. The orc leader has been killed and the organic troops have been eliminated. I plan to hand over the remaining resistance to the control of mortal troops and expect to be out of the battle within half an hour."

"There is no need to rush out of the battlefield, the weapons depot is already safe."

"What?" Calvin asked in surprise. He didn't know that those mortal troops had this ability.

"Father Constantine has arrived near the weapons depot, and the latest feedback is that the orcs have lost their will to resist. This is consistent with your feedback here."

"Constantine? Does he still have this ability?" Calvin asked in confusion.

"Have you ever heard of the Crimson Agreement?" Matthew's voice was a little distorted, but the terms he expressed were clear and unmistakable.

"Crimson Agreement..." Calvin fell into a brief memory.

If we can trace back the origin of this thing, we have to start from the 30K era.

Calvin did not want to recall the details of this agreement in detail. He just understood that as long as this thing was mentioned in a sense, it meant that the exclusive armed force of this group of oil guys was about to appear.

Either the Omnic Legion or the Cybernitika.

In short, these mechanical creations existed to defend Mars from the beginning.

Different from ordinary priests or skitarii, this is a purely steel humanoid weapon composed of a group of robots dedicated to combat.

Because of this, when these steel warriors with no morale restrictions and no awareness of casualties form an army, the power they can exert is often jaw-dropping.

Moreover, the oil guys have always been wealthy, so it is not surprising to see any weird modified weapons on these already powerful mechanical creations.

Even some experimental models of special weapons not allowed through formal agreements can be seen on their bodies.

Sure enough, he said that it was impossible for these oil guys to go out on adventures alone. When encountering danger, they would go out one by one and use their back-up tools. This was the way these people behaved.

"Omnic Legion? Or Cybernetica?" He asked based on his guess.

"Sybonitika, but not many, only a hundred-man fleet. This is why he is so cautious. I hope you won't blame him." Matthew kindly explained for Constantine.

"Okay. I get it," Calvin replied.

Since this kind of thing has happened and there is indeed a reason for it, what else can Calvin say for the sake of Party A’s father’s generous contribution?

Being able to explain yourself is already a sign of respect, even if it is after the fact.

It was not part of Calvin's plan to get along with this group of people for a long time, so attitude was pretty much the issue.

"Then I only have one last question here. We continue to clean up the orcs on the ship. What should we do with the part of the breach that has already started to retreat in the landing craft?"

"Let them go. This is not the only pirate group that is staring at us. Emperor's blessing! The fact that you can repel them so quickly has already achieved the purpose of deterrence. We can't take care of any more."

"I understand, that's it. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

After saying that, Calvin hung up the communication channel, and then connected to the internal channel of the strike team:

"Everyone has it! The plan has been temporarily changed! Give up the assembly and carry out the cleanup on the spot! Open the public channel authority to the mortal troops near you! Let them establish a fire blockade on the important channel! Use three people as a team to carry out targeted clearing of the target area ! Do you understand?”

"Understood!" The voices of the Gray Knights came from the communicator.

After issuing the orders in his mind in one breath, Calvin walked towards the nearest mortal army with the weapon in his hand.

The Gray Knights in the distance also separated out two Sinners carrying flamethrowers and heavy bolters, and moved closer to Calvin's position.

The short battle was finally coming to an end.

From the perspective of the black ship, the asteroid belt channel in the distance finally saw the light of the end.

Votes! An incompetent roar from the single-update trash author.