Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Emergency in the direction of Malus!"

A shrill alarm sounded from the Chaos Fleet's home port on the edge of Lyak, and began to spread among the core ships of the Chaos Fleet.

Several Chaos Lords from various Chaos Space Marine warbands and renegade former Imperial admirals met in the atrium of the flagship Despoiler-class battleship, the Tyrant.

The entire operation was kept secret within the Black Legion, and no one knew about the creation and firepower experiments of the "Planet Killer" or the importance of Warmaster Abaddon's ultimate purpose hidden in the Dark Crusade.

Except for Alpha Warband Lord Hydra, who serves as fleet commander as Warmaster Abaddon's staff, the only people who know the purpose of this invasion are the envoys from the demon forge world Char II.

Under the strong suppression of the Black Legion, the war gang leaders within the other legions only had the right to execute this operation and did not know the importance of Malus to Hydra.

But an order is an order, and as long as it is endorsed by the authority of the Warmaster, even the barking of a dog will be obeyed by the Chaos Space Marines obsessed with revenge against the Empire.

Following Hydra's order, the Chaos fleet quickly began to gather and mobilize.

Excluding the four Hellfire-class heavy cruisers and flagships whose maneuverability is worrisome, the other seven heavy cruisers have been included in the options to rescue Marus.

But unfortunately, things don't go as planned, and accidents will always happen under urgent circumstances.

Lieutenant General Joseph, who was determined to carry out the principle of "Everything the enemy wants is what I oppose" was keenly aware of the enemy's abnormal actions.

At this time, he was leading the Orps Northern Fleet cruising outside the Lyak sector.

After observing the abnormal behavior of the enemy ships, he immediately gave up the plan to sneak attack the shipyard, and instead took the fleet to wait on the only way for the Chaos fleet to return.

A blocking battle involving a total of twelve large warships from both the Empire and Chaos is about to begin on the edge of Lyark.

At this time, Hydra, the leader of the Chaos side, and the Krieg fleet heading here, knew nothing about the battle situation here.

The war on Malus happened too suddenly, and the Revenant Redeemer and Star Labyrinth's premeditated attacks were too ruthless.

The Chaos cruiser Night Rain stationed on Malus was completely defenseless.

The command team below the bridge had tried their best, but they only had time to follow the procedures when the first wave of strikes occurred and send for help to the large fleet far away from the edge of the star sector.

Then, they fell into a dead silence under the concentrated strikes of four Nova Cannons and the close jump and binding combination punches of an entire elite battle group.

The inter-galactic communication in the direction of Malus was interrupted. This abnormal silence after the emergency call for help gave Hydera an ominous premonition.

But relying on the batch of materials produced by Malus was too important, and the back-up he had reserved in Malus gave him enough confidence.

More than two warbands, three big demons and an entire demon army, plus two cruisers and four frigates, the configuration is luxurious.

Even if it is an enemy squadron, it should be able to deal with it.

Even if they gave up the defense of Malus under huge pressure, they should be able to protect themselves and send a message back to the mothership.

Therefore, from Hydra's perspective, the silence in the direction of Malus can only be the enemy's information shielding, and there is no other possibility.

After all, his large fleet is not dead if it is stationed here. If an enemy larger than a detachment really comes, he cannot be completely unaware of it.

The naval battle began shortly after he had shaken off worries about the home front.

The Northern Fleet deliberately or unintentionally fired a salvo at the Styx-class heavy cruiser "Slayer" belonging to the World Eaters warband. The flames caused by the explosion caused Hydra to suddenly stand up from the throne.

"Joseph..."

A deep voice with deep hatred came from the mouth of this Astartes warrior who had lived for ten thousand years.

He looked at the flames hundreds of astronomical units in the distance and pondered for a moment, then decided that the main force of the fleet would take over the battle there.

Malus's safety cannot be compromised. When the situation of the war is unknown, the day earlier the support arrives, the day earlier his plan can be implemented.

"Pass my order, the entire fleet will leave the port! Looking forward to support!"

As his order was conveyed to the entire starport, the main force of the Chaos Fleet also began to load up its engines and sail towards the battlefield of the blockade...

The attack on the Killer was a precise strike after carefully selecting the target. It was also the first result obtained by the imperial fleet after the interception war began.

As a Styx-class heavy cruiser, the Killer itself is classified as a support gunboat.

Most of its reactor functions are allocated to the light spear and plasma cannon array on the bow. As a price, the strength of its void shield is naturally the weakest defensive link in the Chaos fleet.

Ever since the Chaos fleet left port, Joseph had been eyeing this thin-skinned guy.

Under his command, the six groups of light spear arrays on the deck of the Northern Fleet's flagship Retribution-class battleship and the Nova Cannon on the bow were aimed at its body early.

When the entire fleet entered Joseph's extreme range, a devastating baptism of artillery fire was sent to it by five warships across a long distance.

The Void Shield of the Killer had no room to resist under the impact of dozens of light spears. It just groaned and then fell into silence.

The subsequent light spear strikes not only caused huge groove-like melt marks on the armored belt of the hull, but also consumed the insulating ceramics on the outside of the armor.

Torpedoes and plasma cannon strikes followed, and the crew's frantic efforts had just completed the posture adjustment of less than 45 degrees.

The intensive firepower completely broke through the thick armor, bringing flames and explosions into the interior of the ship.

The remaining six heavy cruisers had just completed the adjustment of the bow of the ship to the enemy at this time. As for the friendly ship that had been falling at the end of the fleet, they were unable to block the firepower and could only watch it die.

The Chaos fleet was defeated without a fight and lost a valuable source of firepower.

But Joseph's side did not relax. Even after a successful attack, the Northern Fleet was still outnumbered by the enemy. The enemy was stronger and we were weaker.

A brutal blocking battle has just begun, and the opponent will not give him such a chance again.

After the Northern Fleet succeeded in the first wave of attacks, it began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The tactical purpose of this operation has not changed. Under the threat of Hydra's support arriving at any time, Joseph is determined to delay them for as long as possible even if he dies in this battle.

The battle situation on the edge of Lyak is like this, but the Malus battlefield on the other side of the sector is coming to an end.

After sinking the four fearless frigates one by one, the Revenant Redeemer continued to tilt its heavy guns and torpedoes toward the side of the Ye Yu for several rounds until the cruiser's engine and weapon array completely misfired. a paragraph.

The tauren war group on the other side, led by the war leader Moloch, charged forward with a company of Hades-type terminators and several holy fearless weapons acting as sharp knives.

In the narrow inner passage of the Ye Yu, these heavily armored warriors swept through like a torrent.

The Night Lords tried to resist along the way. Except for the guards of Warband Lord Kelson, no one could delay their progress, even for a minute.

This is not a fair battle, and the Night Lords' tactical style is not suitable for such a cramped space.

The enemy is just the opposite. The favorite combat environment of the Tauren war group represented by Moloch is this kind of place with no room for error.

There is no tactical containment or seduction, not even fire suppression and wave attacks.

In the eyes of the tauren war group, there are only simple charges and bloody exchanges without fear of death.

"Since the enemy is only in front of us, our offensive can only be one wave. We will never slack off until the enemy is wiped out!"

This is Moloch's most famous battle declaration in past wars, and it is also the core of the Tauren's reputation as a second-generation war group in just a century.

Kelsen was a little angry, a little helpless, but mostly felt absurd.

He was now fully armed and guarding the bridge with the remaining half of the black-armored guards.

He had expected a defeat in the battle ahead, but the defense line collapsed so quickly that he couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand why his brothers couldn't defeat this new group of invaders on their long-established warship home ground, taking advantage of the terrain and defense.

News of the loss of forward defense nodes kept coming, and the data board in front of him was already a scarlet color.

If he didn't have to guard against possible enemies below the bridge, he would have liked to go to the battlefield in person to find out whether these unknown brothers who were also Astartes warriors had more arms or lengths than they did. Got a few heads.

But the enemy no longer had to think about it.

"It's time for you to leave," Kelsen said to the darkness behind the throne.

Even if he couldn't see through the shadows, he knew someone there would hear his voice.

The roar of guns ahead was getting closer and closer. After some thought, he suggested to the Alpha envoy who had been hiding beside him.

The sinking of the base ship is imminent. He can live and die with the base ship, but this messenger has no such obligation.

Hatred for the Empire and the Emperor has been his biggest motivation for survival for thousands of years. Now that he is at the end of his rope, he still wants to do his last bit to destroy this rotten country.

"Where to go?" The person in the shadow was noncommittal to his suggestion and slowly walked out of the darkness.

The gorgeous Mark III helmet decorated with emerald green scales was slowly taken off, revealing a featureless face.

This is the first time Kelsen has truly seen the true face of this envoy in nearly a hundred years of getting along with him.

And even now, Kelsen, who is somewhat disappointed after his expectations have been fulfilled, is actually not sure that this is his original appearance.

The envoy slowly and gracefully drew a one-handed sword from his waist that was covered with a hydra carved from jade and looked like a ceremonial saber.

With a slight shake, the crackling decomposition force field began to operate over and over again.

"Come on." He said to Kelsen's unwilling face:

"Death is destined, but our ambitions will last forever!"

Before he finished speaking, the doors to the bridge and antechamber were penetrated by violent explosions.

With the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, the last perspective in Kelsen's consciousness when he turned around was like a short but dynamic picture:

He watched with his own eyes as a huge warrior, at least three meters tall and twice the size of an ordinary Astartes, leaped towards him.

The huge body wearing the distinctive Roman-style bronze armor was holding a shield with one hand, swatting away several Night Lords who wanted to block it.

The other hand was holding a powered halberd and throwing it at him with all its strength.

A deafening roar was coming out of the man's mouth, and Kelson could vaguely see the shape of his mouth from the loud explosion and the dust rising in the sky.

The man's lips and teeth without a helmet moved slowly in slow motion, clearly speaking to him:

"In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, come and die with me!"

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The orbital battle of Malus is coming to an end, and the Gray Knights led by Allen are also patrolling the surface of the planet alone, carried by frigates.

They believe their Gene-Father is here, and stir their psychic powers in preparation for his call to come at any moment.

In fact, their preparation was correct and effective.

At this time, Calvin was close to running out of fuel. Under the deliberate suppression and trapping of the Demon Prince, he was only a hair away from true defeat.

This may be the most breathtaking battle he has ever fought in his life.

Within his soul, spiritual energy is like a vast ocean with no end in sight;

But his still fragile body could not bear the burden brought by this huge power, and it began to disintegrate horribly during the long-term fierce battle.

"I understand what you are! You are not a mortal being like me!"

The Demon Prince laughed wildly, and at this time

There is no longer any pursuit of killing Calvin here.

The existence of the power of order caused Rebels to misjudge the nature of Calvin.

Although it is still unclear what Calvin's original form is, according to the instincts and laws of high-energy creatures, it still understands some common characteristics that belong to them:

When the shackles of physical form in the real universe disintegrate with the annihilation of the body, it is also the day when their supreme beings reveal their true form.

The long life cycle and near-immortality of advanced beings make their battles with each other more like a pastime to kill boring time on the journey of life than a life-and-death contest.

This is what happened to Rebels at this time.

It was enjoying its time in the mortal world, and its encounter with Calvin was an unexpected surprise.

It has long forgotten the purpose of staying here, but it can't wait to expose Calvin's disguise and see him show his true colors in front of it.

It has pushed Calvin to the edge more than once, but its instinct reminds it that if the opponent really shows his true colors, danger may occur.

The battle continues under these unequal conditions.

One party has no scruples but also has hidden scruples;

One side has no choice but to fight.

The less Calvin wants it and others to pass here, the more it uses this as a threat.

Once the two sides on offense and defense know each other's trump cards, there will be no fairness in each other's situations.

Calvin had no idea how many times he had been forced into a head-on confrontation with Leibers.

Whenever he distanced himself and tried to swim away, the other party would approach the furnace door unscrupulously.

Without a chance to breathe, Calvin became increasingly exhausted, and his already withered physical strength and muscles had no chance to recover.

As time goes by, the intensity of the confrontation between the two sides has obviously shifted.

The space left for Calvin was getting smaller and smaller, and Rebels, who was almost not interested in fighting, was losing patience.

"Fight!"

Calvin thought to himself. Already unimaginable, Calvin made up his mind to give up his life.

His spiritual energy began to surge violently again, while his body's organs began to fail accordingly.

Blood began to flow from his mouth and nose, and the fluctuations in psychic power became stronger and stronger.

He looked firmly at the opposing demon and its retinue, which made Rebels temporarily retreat:

A single use of super-standard power will definitely take away the demons here.

The destruction of the furnace can naturally be completed smoothly without external reinforcements.

As for himself, this lifelong battle can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

Complex thoughts passed through Calvin's brain in an instant, and he was determined and had no worries anymore.

In the spiritual world, the fire of order on the crown above his head burned more fiercely than ever before.

Under the inspired prayers of countless souls, huge spiritual energy turned into dazzling white light and scattered outward wantonly from every part of his body!

"Right there!"

The Gray Knights in the frigate in orbit felt Calvin's fluctuations and established contact with each other instantly!

"right here!"

Having reestablished psychic links with these strange yet familiar Gray Knights, Calvin's power, which returned to legion mode, was shared by hundreds of Gray Knights, greatly reducing the pressure.

Seeing hope again, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted towards the distant sky.

The requirements for psychic transmission that are purely human-driven are extremely high, and mutual familiarity is the basic condition.

But each of these Gray Knights meets this condition!

Each of them was personally modulated and led by Calvin before they transformed from Astartes warriors into the current Blades of the Empire!

boom!

The huge psychic light centered on Calvin, scattered in all directions, and lasted for several breaths!

And after these precious few breaths, what appeared in front of the Demon Prince and a group of Chaos Space Marines, who were forced back by the light, were hundreds of Gray Knights surrounding Calvin, with their prepared eyes!

Two in one, a big chapter of 4900 words, and it is also the climax of the plot, so I won’t divide it into chapters.

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