Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Thought for the day: There is no destiny, but with the blessing of the emperor, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers.

Without the support from the other side of reality, the gap in subspace cannot be sustained.

When the black lightning disappeared at the end of his field of vision, in Calvin's eyes, the drama, which had been touching from the beginning and heading to the magnificent peak, ended abruptly just a second before the climax.

The psychic stance continues, but the physical signs of the new Gray Knights behind them have stabilized.

Once the most dangerous stage of the exchange of old and new forces in the body has passed, Calvin's help is no longer needed to establish a positive circulation body.

Calvin reached out and wiped the blood from his face, then staggered towards the direction of the gravitational field generator.

The previous explosion of full strength was still a bit difficult for this body to bear.

The result of a large number of capillaries bursting under the pressure of psychic energy was that his whole body was now covered with fine and sticky bloodstains.

This is just the damage on the surface. More organ and nervous system dysfunction and necrosis are healing spontaneously in the footsteps of Calvin after the source of external pressure is lost.

After casually hammering the outer casing of the instrument, Calvin was a little surprised to find that the thing actually responded.

The red warning light starts to light up, and as

The self-test program of the gravitational field generator was started, and the feeling of weightlessness around me slowly dissipated.

The air that re-existed around me was still a little thin, but fortunately, I finally didn't need psychic energy to maintain it.

After waking up the unconscious people one by one, Calvin stood beside Constantine.

The two watched as the pharmacist and mechanical slaves took away the Gray Knight's life-saving capsules one by one and moved them deep into the core of the Mechanical Ark.

"Approximately how much time is left?" When the surroundings were completely quiet, Constantine asked Calvin.

"Me? Probably right in front of you."

Calvin looked at the skin on his hands that had begun to become transparent and shook his head.

"What about you? How much time is left?" Calvin asked, which was met with a long silence from Constantine.

"Did you see it?" he asked.

"Well, your work progress has been unusually fast recently. This is not your style."

Calvin said something that he didn't want to believe, but the fact was before him, and it wouldn't help if he didn't want to admit it.

"It's almost the same as You. There's still something wrong with the main personality parameters in the logic engine. There's nothing I can do about it. I got this technology too late. You know, I was already 600 years old when I met you."

Constantine didn't seem to care about his own life or death. Cold words came out from his emotionless loudspeaker, as if he was talking about an unrelated person.

"Is there no other way?" Calvin still refused to give up.

"Originally..." Constantine finally had some emotion in his words, and he explained to Calvin helplessly:

"But after such an experience, one-third of my internal engine has been burned out, and the rest has faults and hidden dangers. After isolating these dangers, I am left with less than 45% of the effective engine that can work normally. interval. In addition to maintaining the existing personality, it is not enough to support the redundancy of personality data enhancement. "

"It's my fault..." Calvin's mood sank. But Constantine then put a stop to Calvin's sorrow.

"No, the continuation of mechanical life requires talent. I'm not that genius. It's just a matter of time."

It was as if he was comforting Calvin, and also seemed to be giving him an explanation.

He raised his hand and pointed to the distance. Beside the entrance of the dim passage under the high platform, his two clones had been standing quietly for some time.

"Did you see it? I have delegated their autonomy to the two of them. In fact, they are now complete personalities. In the days to come, you can regard them as my continuation."

Calvin followed Constantine's fingers and saw those two special beings.

The two people in the shadows met their main gaze, still as cold and mechanical as before, without any unnecessary movements.

They are waiting for the departure of Constantine's body, and only then will they show their human side. This is the last and greatest respect for their subject.

Well, Calvin accepted this reality the hard way. He has no ability to intervene in Constantine's area. Respecting his choice and accepting his advice was the only thing Calvin could do.

"Then so be it. Farewell, my friend."

He looked up at the distant galaxy where he had fought for hundreds of years, and then looked down at his hands where the bones could already be seen. Calvin says his final farewell to Constantine.

"Wait a moment." Constantine said to Calvin.

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"You have never named this galaxy." Constantine said to Calvin, as if this was the last farewell between the two.

"Ah, is that so?" Calvin looked far away, towards the planet that first descended.

A tiny black spot loomed out from under the clouds. It was a mountain range in the Northland where he first arrived.

"What's the name of that mountain range?" Calvin asked.

"Krieg," Constantine replied.

"That's it. The name here from now on will be Krieger."

"Okay, let's call him Krieger."

Constantine's voice still echoed in the empty tower, and no one was there at the original location of Calvin.

From his perspective, the planet named Krieg became increasingly clear, which was the signal that the St. Chris's return journey was coming to an end.

The dormant personnel on the ship began to be systematically revived. As they became active, the entire spacecraft visibly came back to life.

But that doesn’t include Constantine himself.

The two figures in the shadows began to move to adapt to their unfamiliar bodies, while the last fire in Constantine's eyes had been extinguished at some point.

Boo! Boo! Boo!

Three explosive rounds were fired at sharp angles. After the warheads came out of the chamber, the blue tail flames flew all the way into the distance, chasing a black figure in accordance with the master's will.

But obviously their masters themselves didn't have much hope. Such shooting was nothing more than compressing the opponent's space for movement.

The winner on the battlefield has long been decided. If the guy in front of them hadn't caused them a lot of damage, they wouldn't have gone to such trouble. They must capture him alive to humiliate and vent their anger.

More explosive bombs were fired from the back of the Astartes, and after being locked by the auxiliary aiming device, they were fired towards the ruins with seemingly careless but precise precision.

The black figure, which had been repelled by the hail of bullets and failed to break out for the third time, could only roll back to the ruins of the broken wall in embarrassment.

Mudd! These Fogg boys!

Hearing the footsteps starting to gather around him, Talos knew that the battlefield cleanup had been completed.

As the only remaining resistance force, there is less and less time left for him to break out.

Subconsciously remove the magazine, five rounds, no more, no less, no surprises, and of course no surprises.

He checked the remaining ammunition once more and then shook his head silently, returning his attention to the sense of security brought by the broad-bladed sword behind him.

Since the team's front line was defeated, he has never had a chance to get close to the airdrop pod where supplies were reserved.

The enemies were veterans of the legion period just like him, and they could clearly see each other's tricks with their eyes closed.

For stragglers entering guerrilla warfare, the most cost-effective way to eliminate them is never to encircle them eagerly.

After occupying the high points and key passages, the most effective way is to consciously sweep through waves to prevent them from having a chance to rest while consuming the precious materials in the hands of these scattered survivors.

Originally, the previous explosive bombs were not a necessary price, but Talos's combat power was beyond their expectations.

His prowess with the greatsword acquired from the Khorne warband is truly impressive, giving him an advantage in close combat. In several one-on-two and one-on-three battles, he relied on his sword skills to kill the enemy with his sword, and he was able to escape and narrowly escaped death.

The extra losses in those battles and the humiliated hatred were the biggest reasons for this team to cling to him.

The situation has not yet reached the most desperate situation. Talos is hiding in a corner of the ruins and quietly waiting for the passage of time. There are less than 15 minutes until sunset on this satellite with an extremely short revolution period.

Talos arranged his equipment while holding his breath.

As long as it gets dark, Talos will have the confidence to show another side of himself. Let these former brothers see what he learned from those Midnight Lords... Boom!

Tons of mass, carrying the kinetic energy of falling from a hundred meters away, hit the open space not far from Talos.

The thick stone slabs were easily trampled through by the bronze hoofs, and red bat wings were raised high under the raised smoke.

Talos couldn't help but poke his head to check. At the end of his field of vision was the familiar figure and unbridled roar of Khorne.

"I heard you were haunted by one of Black Shield's whelps, right?"

"No! Lord Adrano, you are too worried!"

A sergeant from the warband stood out from the crowd, looked up at the big demon's face that smelled of sulfur, and said.

"Then what are you doing here? Don't expect to hide it from the shrewd Adrano! How many times have I told you! Your abilities are as useless as your master! Hahahahahaha..."

The big demon laughed wantonly at the allies in front of him, completely ignoring the tacit understanding of the allies and the basic respect for the other demon prince.

He couldn't bear to look at this group of uninvited "allies". If there wasn't someone above him suppressing his reason, he might have raised the giant sword in his hand and tasted the taste of these Fulgrim cubs.

Since killing everyone is killing, do the muscles of these Astartes in front of you taste better than those weak mortals?

It looked down at the opponent maliciously, waiting for the resistance of these former legionnaires. As long as they are provoked to take action, the shrewd Lord Adrano can add extra food tonight...

"It's broken, I can't run away now..." Talos was not in the mood to listen anymore.

He turned around and sat down against the half-broken wall, muttering to himself while mentally assessing the possibility of his escape.

The blood of that big demon was the same as that of the one he had served before. They were both the product of the advanced bloodletting demon.

Others don't know their combat prowess, but Talos knows them very well.

This thing has never been something that can be destroyed by conventional weapons on the battlefield. Apart from those expensive one-time "champions", only the main guns of heavy-duty vehicles can pose a threat to these bronze things.

But every existence of this level can be called a fragment or projection of the gods.

Their brains are different from those hell beasts that only know how to rush forward. If you want to hit them with a weapon with the caliber of a main gun, the only premise is that this thing has a magical weapon for self-defense, and you want to have the confidence to try the special experience of burning your body in flames. …

"No! Run!"

Just as he said, Talos stood up quietly under the shadow and tore off the damaged shoulder armor on his right shoulder and the noisy servo underneath.

He knew with all his ass that the big devil must be trying to be patient when talking to the traitors.

The noise on his shoulder armor was as conspicuous to the ears of this creature as the fireworks in the night sky.

Carefully place your helmet behind the broken wall, and then place your shoulder armor accordingly. Talos maintained a half-crouched posture and silently stepped back.

The deception lasts only a moment, Talos has decided not to play with you anymore!

Sir, I worked so hard to climb into the Death Watch as a black shield. I didn’t come here to die! The old brothers in the company are still wandering in the outside world, hoping that he will make a difference so that he can give them a new home! Sir, I’m going too!

Before the smile could fully bloom, Talos turned around and was horrified to find a huge red figure squatting on the roofless house a few steps behind him.

Who else could this be but the great Daemon of Khorne named Adranor?

Its magma-like eyes emitted scarlet light, piercing the newly fallen night; the corners of its wolf-like and narrow mouth slowly raised upwards, and dagger-like sharp teeth were exposed from the blood-red, narrow tongue:

"Want to run away, little bastard? You've heard enough of Master Adrano's performance and want to leave without paying for the tickets?"

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

Without saying a word, Talos raised the bolt gun in his hand, pointed it at Adrano, and emptied the magazine within a second.

Before the sound of the empty warehouse hanging up could be heard, the bolter that had completed its final mission had been abandoned.

Talos picked up the hilt of the sword behind his back and pulled half of the sword up while charging. Amidst the sharp scratching sounds of the blade and the power armor and the burst of sparks, he used the left shoulder armor as the fulcrum to wrap himself up towards the big demon!

At this time, Adrano seemed completely defenseless. He was still protecting his face with his elbows, and the bat wings on his back were raised high to offset the impact of five bursts of bullets!

boom!

The figure in black power armor flew back at a faster speed than when it left. Breaking through two walls along the way, he returned to the place where he had just broken through.

Everything looked so promising, but the hope was so false that it dissipated before his eyes like a bubble.

Just now, Talos felt that he was just a hair away from escaping, but this was just Adrano's interest before the meal.

The rise of iron-yellow smoke slowly settled down, and Talos, who had completely collapsed the broken wall behind him, stood up with difficulty, just in time to see Adrano slowly stand up straight from his baseball-playing posture.

Facing Talos's angry glare, this great demon with a desire to perform that far exceeded his peers bared his teeth:

"Baby, I'm more interested in you. Your sword skills just now look familiar to me..."

"I can't leave, uncle, I have to stop here today..." Talos realized that his death was coming.

In the eyes of the Chaos Space Marines who slowly gathered around him, he adjusted his armor and once again raised the sword in his hand to prepare for the final charge against the big demon.

"Emperor, forget it. I guess he won't protect a young man like me. Old brothers in the company, I'm sorry to let you down..."

His eyes locked on the smug demon, and his chest began to inhale violently. The charge is just around the corner, and death follows.

"Come on, little bastard! I will give you the last glory, and I will also give you the last despair! Sons of Horus, right? I know you! A bunch of losers who can't even guard the Father! Come on! Even if it's you today Father is here! I will take your head away too!"

The big devil also smiled cruelly, and the giant sword with its ring raised high symbolized his mood. As the last ritual before the meal, it felt it was necessary to fill this sense of ritual.

In the eyes of a group of Chaos Space Marines, both sides began to charge towards each other. The collision of metal is like death, as if it is about to happen in the next second!

Buzz!

A silver light spot appeared in the middle of where the two were running. As the light spot expanded rapidly, a silver figure emerged from scratch, from transparent to complete, and appeared in the center of the field in a matter of breaths!

Calvin, who had just traveled through time and space and returned to the 39th millennium, heard the second half of the demon's words before he was fully formed.

Amidst the stunned expressions of everyone, he instinctively and doubtfully asked where the sound came from:

"Then what, whose father?"

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