Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

In the Sun Star Territory, on the large apron of the Psionic Seminary located deep in the palace area, three years later, there is still a huge pick-up team waiting for the messenger from the horizon.

After receiving the message from Titan, these officials appeared on time from the corridors of different heights in the various office buildings of the Psychic Seminary, silently gathering into a long row as smoothly as streams flowing into rivers, and There is no need for any communication tacitly.

People are still the same people as they were three years ago. Taking the average age of the population of this universe and Terra's abundant material as a reference, these short three years are not enough to cover the slow changes in their personnel promotions as civil servants generally have a longer life span than the hive residents.

And what they were waiting for was still the mysterious representative of the Astartes Chapter from the Inquisition.

People stood silently in a long waiting queue according to their job positions, keeping a standard one-and-a-half-step distance from each other.

There was just enough space for the crowd to step back to both sides and salute the incoming big man at the same time. It neither seemed crowded nor empty. Everything seemed so familiar and orderly.

Such a tacit and mature rule not only benefits from the profound foundation of behavioral inertia brought about by the Psychic Academy, a long-established institution in the empire, that has been operating for thousands of years;

It also stems from the fact that in this huge organization with millions of people, being responsible for welcoming and delivering people is a heavy responsibility in itself. Nothing but familiarity.

The team that greeted Calvin and his entourage was of high standard. In addition to the vast majority of low-level civil servants wearing black robes, there were also twice as many red-robed officials temporarily transferred from various places as usual.

Four high-ranking civil servants in red robes stood at the forefront of the team, which also reflected the huge influence from the Inquisition.

The lower-level employees in the back row didn't have the guts to chat. They stood quietly while waiting, their low-hanging hoods hiding the expressions on their faces.

For these low-level people who have been engaged in reception work all year round since adulthood, the work itself is not technically difficult.

However, considering the number of high-density unit businesses involved in the Psionics School, if you want to live longer, then listening less, speaking less, and asking less will naturally become the way of survival passed down from generation to generation among them.

As the appointed time was approaching, the figure of the Thunder Eagle assault craft, the iconic vehicle representing the Astartes Chapter, also appeared in the distant edge of the blue sky.

Thunderhawks are very fast. Under the skillful and almost dazzling operation of the pilot, this powerful mechanical creation, which is specially designed for orbital strikes and airborne missions in the atmosphere, plunged straight from the outside of the atmosphere like a meteor, and then crossed a path after reaching a predetermined height. At an extremely narrow angle, it headed straight towards the apron of the Psionic Seminary.

As the iconic roar of the Thunderhawk assault boat engine approached at high speed from the distance, the waiting crowd began to subconsciously check their appearance to avoid offending the majesty of some possible big shot with these unnecessary details.

With the subtle movements of people, the whole team came to life like a snake awakened from hibernation. The Thunder Eagle high in the sky did not wait patiently for the little thoughts hidden in their small movements, and simply and roughly rushed to the top of the apron and then descended. And the biting cold wind that accompanied it from an altitude of 10,000 meters destroyed all the efforts these people had made for their appearance.

The air valve of the landing hatch made a loud jet sound, and the entire thick armored door panel was loosened and followed the gravitational force and hit the ground on the apron. What followed was a huge explosion that was beyond the expectation of the Psychic Seminary. Team.

The twelve Gray Knights headed by Calvin, all wearing pure gray holy shield-shaped power armor without any painting or markings, marched with heavy steps and lined up from the hatch of the assault boat.

Although there is no Terminator armor as decoration and no other heavy weapons, when a group of armored giants with a height of at least 2.5 meters walks toward you in neat steps, most people can only do Our ancestors taught them from their genes the quiet, absolute quiet brought about by their desire to survive.

The waiting crowd, led by the leading official, had already prepared the welcome speech in their mouths, but was shocked by this unexpected scene and was stuck in their mouths, not knowing how to continue.

The huge body also had huge steps. Calvin, who had walked a few steps to the pick-up team, stopped. The soldiers behind him did not need any prompting. The moment after Calvin stopped, they also stopped. their actions.

Under the sunshine of Terra at three o'clock in the afternoon, the sculpture-like posture of these tall angels and the resonance brought by the previous 12 neat and heavy footsteps made the officials' mouths open and close again. But he still couldn't utter a meaningful word.

When the color on the leading official's face was almost as bright as the robes on his body, Calvin took off the heavy Crusader-shaped helmet on his head and looked down at the mortals in front of him.

There wasn't much expression on his face, only a hint of gloom in his eyes proved that the demigod was not in a happy mood.

Now that the battle group has fully begun to prepare for the restructuring and transformation, due to personnel shortages, even the Silver Blades of the new recruit company have been transferred out under the leadership of Grand Instructor Aidan to support the first and seventh companies fighting abroad.

As the future master of this Chapter, Calvin, due to his own special reasons, cannot participate in any mission that may pose a threat.

After many requests for war were rejected, he was even ordered by the Supreme Master Walden, who was about to rush to the battlefield, to stay behind on Titan before leaving. This was a frustrating thing for him.

However, everything happened for a reason, and he didn't understand why the mentors were so cautious about his safety. This was not only related to his own fate, but also the future of the entire battle group.

So, in the new year, when the Black Ship once again returned with a full load of psykers collected from all over the empire, due to the absence of all members of the Silver Blade, this completely non-dangerous "sanitary ball" level foreign affairs mission was fell into Calvin's hands.

But the reason why he was angry was not because of this, but because even for this kind of mission, the instructors asked him not to go alone.

Behind him were two "Squads of Sinners" pretending to be champion swordsmen, and a whole team of Terminators that could not be hidden in the Thunder Eagle, which were his safety guarantee during this trip.

He couldn't refuse yet. Looking at Grand Master Watts who was tired due to the huge workload brought about by the internal restructuring of the war group, he could only hold back his complaints.

"What's wrong with living for so long and feeling like you're useless?" were Calvin's helpless words.

Turning around, Calvin, who had arrived in Terra, witnessed the Psychic Seminary's surprise at his guards who were far beyond the specifications, and was not surprised.

He did not vent his anger on irrelevant people, nor did he hold these mortals accountable for their natural rudeness.

Calvin just used his low and resonant voice to say to the red-faced young mortal in front of him: "Lead the way, our time should not be wasted here."

The official who was finally rescued from his awkward posture by Calvin's words took a long breath, then hurriedly turned around and signaled to his subordinates behind him. The entire team spread out neatly to both sides, and then he turned to face Calvin and the warriors behind him. After leading the entire team to skillfully salute the Astartes with an eagle salute, he said to Calvin:

"Please follow me, all angels who have come from afar."