Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The Pale Wing continued to distance itself from the satellite according to the inertia created by the engine.

However, both external observations and internal instrument detection showed that the huge and complex ion reactor was losing thrust output visibly after losing control.

Under Devitt's throne, the craft priest was lowering his head to clearly inform him of the terrible situation of the engine room's incapacity.

The members of the Second Assault Claw, who were responsible for the hull protection of the war gang, reacted faster.

While the bridge was still accepting this fact, they had already reached the edge of the scene of the incident:

But unfortunately, their efforts could not change this result.

The members of the team stopped abruptly at the edge of the terrifying power that suddenly appeared.

Then they witnessed with their own eyes that the crew members turned into ashes under the psychic flames, and dared not cross the line.

Witnessing death was all they could do.

The reply message of the Claw team was carried out in Devitt's communication channel, and the voice of the mechanical priest beside him occupied his thoughts alternately.

The messages from both sides pointed to a fact that made him unbelievable:

He and his compatriots seemed unable to leave.

Devitt was still digesting this reality.

After losing Malthus, no one in the warband could give him advice.

He looked at the sergeant and champion swordsman waiting for orders under the throne, but no one could be trusted.

He wanted to give himself more time to think, but unfortunately Calvin didn't have the patience.

With a tooth-grinding sound of metal distortion, the iconic low temperature and mist of the warp transmission appeared on the bridge.

Calvin's figure walked out of a silver light gate so openly and stood in front of a group of midnight lords.

"What are you...?"

Devitt asked Calvin under the protection of a group of Astartes.

The look he gave Calvin concealed a lot of information in the latter's view.

"Just as you imagined."

The silver light gate was dissipating, and Calvin, who was turning from virtual to real, also dispersed the light circle under his feet.

That was a little trick that the high-ranking members of the Grey Knights would definitely use when teleporting:

If necessary, they can accumulate the space distortion power brought by the teleportation.

Then, the moment he reaches the destination, he can just pick a target that he likes and throw it at him.

The attack effect of this skill is usually very good. Even a strong one like the Iron Dreadnought will be burned to charcoal under the strong force.

He thought that the moment he appeared, he would definitely encounter the desperate resistance of the Night Lords.

This ready-made force is just one of his back-up plans. If necessary, Calvin can still use more power.

"The descendants of Curze, just as he himself concluded, are full of boring disappointment."

Facing a group of Astartes onlookers, Calvin said so in Devitt's uncertain eyes.

"Insolent!"

Some new recruits born after the rebellion still didn't understand the situation, and they were furious after hearing Calvin's offensive words.

They passed the old soldiers who were standing still and rushed towards Calvin.

However, just one step beyond the boundary of the crowd, they were like insects trapped in pine resin, struggling and solidifying in the air.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Calvin turned into a group of human-shaped bonfires burning in the same place.

Only two new recruits who reacted slowly did not have time to step out of the invisible bottom line.

They looked at the scene in front of them in horror, and then turned back to look at the only two veterans beside Dewitt.

The veterans stood calmly in place, without even a trace of extra movement.

They had confirmed the conjecture that they dared not admit from Calvin's first answer.

Then, as veterans who were fortunate enough to have really been with the Midnight Ghost, they knew what they should do at this time.

They may not be afraid of death, but angering a Primarch and letting themselves suffer like the previous resisters before death is what these villains fear most.

The abuser himself is often most afraid of tyranny.

"I am not lucky enough to have not seen other Primarchs, and naturally I have not seen your father."

Calvin turned around in place, organizing his words, and conveying them to every soul in this battleship in a psychic way.

On the other hand, his "psychic reproduction process" of the battleship has not stopped.

Every corner of the battleship is being included in his perception, and every component and equipment is describing to him in silent language the process of their birth.

From the selection of ore to the forging of metal, from the assembly of the production line to the blessing of the machine god.

Countless information is gathering from these materials like a torrent, and then rushing to Calvin's brain.

Calvin understands that when this information is completed, the concept of the composition is the real name of the ship, which is also called the machine soul by the Mechanicus.

And with this name, in the field of psychic energy, Calvin is equivalent to obtaining full ownership of it.

He frowned slightly, bearing the terrible pressure brought by this massive flow of information.

Under the nervous gaze of Devitt and others, he also issued a verdict for these losers:

"But as your father said, you are a blade of failed casting."

Looking at the Midnight Lords who were suppressing their anger but not moving, he sighed with some regret:

"In the genes of each of the Emperor's Primarchs, there is more than one seed that can grow into a trait.

Just like Dorn's determination and good management, Guilliman's strategy and management, Horus's strategy and charm, Sanguinius's charm and prophecy, and Magnus's prophecy and psychic power...

Each of them has more than one outstanding quality, even your gene father and the Raven Lord who is also proficient in the way of shadows, have their own talents.

But you... didn't inherit even a little bit?

What did the "Midnight Haunter" leave in you?

I don't see anything worth learning. The cherished thing, I only saw the original intention and lost control! You have forgotten his instructions! Carrying his blood, you can only be the last kind of benevolence! Throughout the machine, the servo's servo was offline and lost all the control. The navigator realized that his life support cabin was locked tightly, and any channel of communication to the outside was blocked.

Even in the hidden gaps between the pipes on the bottom of the battleship, the aliens accumulated over the long years felt a strange threat!

But the declaration of judgment in their ears continued, and it was about to come to an end!

As Calvin uttered the last word in his mouth, the entire battleship lit up for a moment.

At that moment, a halo spread out to the entire battleship with Calvin as the center.

As the halo moved forward, every corner of this huge space city fell into silence.

Whether it was mortals or Astartes, whether it was psychics or mechanical priests.

Under the spread of this huge halo, they all remained in place, maintaining their last resistance posture and turned into countless wisps of ashes.

It's lame, hahaha.

I worked hard yesterday and exhausted myself.

I felt like an unconscious wandering soul all day today.

I'm really lame...

There is only one update today, let me take it slow. Hahahahaha...