Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Perhaps from the perspective of his previous life, Calvin's wishes were good, but according to the country he lives in today, his ideals are small and shallow.

A mortal army with a military soul may indeed be a practical currency in the hands of the emperor. He may indeed be able to have a stronger will, have higher consciousness, and bear higher battle losses. But considering the size of the empire, the role that such a mortal army can play cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket, but it can also be said to be better than nothing.

The Imperial Army has never lacked heroes or brutal troops in its history over the past 10,000 years.

Whether it is the former: such as the Sun Auxiliary Army and the Luciferian Black Guard, which have been famous since the 30th millennium, or the Krieg Death Legion, which is known for its "blood tax" and fear of death in the distant future of the 40th millennium. , as well as the Storm Troopers, Catachan, and Cadian Legions that appeared successively in the more distant 41st Millennium.

Or the latter: the Safra Chemical Dogs and the Carnaco Skull Bearers Legion, which uses criminal prisoners as its soldiers and is famous for its brutality.

The former have used countless of their own blood and the blood of more enemies to frighten the enemies on the battlefields where they have faced Chaos. Even the demigods who have thrown themselves into the arms of Chaos have suffered at their hands. Their glorious and shining achievements are what they defend. The best footnote to one's own reputation for bravery.

The latter may have no honor as a criminal legion, but they do dedicate their sinful lives to the Emperor as the most valuable currency by pouring out their tyranny completely on the enemies of the Empire.

Such troops have been like carps crossing the river since the beginning of the earth's expansion in the 25,000-year era, and have never been cut off.

By the time the Empire reaches the 30th millennium, the Emperor is sitting on millions of planets and worlds with trillions of people. The strong national power has allowed the empire to have 20 legions in its armed ranks, including demigods like the Warriors Astartes, numbering over a million. Not to mention the millions of warships wandering in the starry sky and destroying heaven and earth at every turn, the Titan Legion and the Knights of the Titan Knights who walk the earth as the incarnation of Om Messiah, the God of All Machines.

In comparison, these mortal heroic troops are too small.

In the 30K era, during the Great Crusade led by the Emperor and led by 19 Primarchs to conquer lost territories and expand new territories, in just one battle to decide the ownership of the galaxy, a whole army of tens of thousands of Azeroths would appear. The Stat Legion and thousands of giant war machines from the Titan Legion. Even space battleships, which can often be measured in kilometers in length, will appear in dozens or even hundreds depending on the battle situation.

On such a battlefield, the demigod-like Astartes can only exist like cannon fodder. Chainswords and power weapons weighing up to twenty kilograms are worse than toothpicks from a macro perspective. As for the bullets flying past, the smallest calibers came from the 22.5mm bolters of the Astartes warriors. The heavy weapons of the mortal army, such as the seismic cannon, can only be the reverberation of this grand movement here. The flamethrower that spits out high-temperature torrents with a length of hundreds of meters is just a conventional weapon of the Titans. The battleship light spears launched from orbit penetrated the atmosphere like a natural disaster, and the ten-meter-thick lasers falling from the sky were the main theme of the battlefield.

And the empire can maintain up to 20 such battlefields at the same time.

What are mortal troops? The million-level Sun Auxiliary Army may not even be qualified as cannon fodder in such a mythical battlefield. Most of the time, they can only appear in the role of maintaining law and order at the end.

If Calvin's ideals were just this, how could they be worthy of his talents in this life and those who worked hard for him to reach Terra safely?

He should have a broader future and a more important position in this life, so as to make more contributions to the empire.

Rather than a Medal of Oranis Pius (the highest honor of the mortal army). That's enough explanation. then……

The day before Calvin's final exam, a teacher came out of the classroom with a transfer order.

"My exam was cancelled?" Calvin stood up from the classroom in surprise.

"Yes. In addition, there is a higher-level transfer order, ordering you to go to training ground 13 immediately, where your latest mentor is waiting for you." The teacher who came to deliver the message turned and left after the explanation. Calvin was left with a confused look on his face.

Without enough time to think too much, Calvin stepped out of the classroom.

Since the transfer order emphasized immediate execution, as a soldier, Calvin had no right to question.

That's not his responsibility, he's only responsible for execution. Following the order, he returned to his dormitory and packed his bags. After receiving the latest access control, he moved into a dormitory area where only he lived.

Calvin was the only one walking in the empty corridor with his head lowered. The unusual transfers and the complex rune encryption on the brand new access card made Calvin know that he might be transferred to a secret mission. This made Calvin, who was familiar with this, feel a little excited - based on his previous experience as a soldier, being able to participate in the secret itself had proven his worth.

"There is no better affirmation than the execution of qualifications." This is Calvin's current thinking.

Follow the picture and walk to the door of your room. He took out his encryption card and opened the door. In the new room, a pass order and map he had never seen before were placed on the table. Without enough time to take a closer look, Calvin picked up the pass and map and walked out.

According to the latest diagram in hand, after crossing two college areas and more than three warning posts.

Calvin came to the main building, the core area of ​​this Romanesque building complex. After verifying his identity and access rights with the guard again, a busy Calvin finally arrived at an area he had never set foot in before - Training Ground No. 13.

Outside the door, Calvin simply arranged his appearance and then knocked on the door:

"Report, Calvin, number 9527 of the political commissar class, is here to report."

"Enter."

The answering voice seemed slightly familiar to Calvin. Without thinking too much, Calvin stepped into the training ground. The tall and strong figure in front of him was instantly recognized by Calvin.

The latter also slowly turned around in Calvin's eyes. Under his short silver-gray hair, the angular face said to him seriously:

"From today on, I will be your teacher."

"That old man?"

Looking at the acquaintance in front of him, Calvin, who had long suspected his identity, quickly scanned some information and the possibilities that followed in his mind.

Then a question appeared in Calvin's mind:

"Dude, are they going to become Superman?"