Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Calvin, who was watching the battle from behind, was still waiting, but the war between the sons of Guilliman and the demons in front had reached its climax.

As the Astartes advanced, they dug their formation deeply into the depths of the demonic tide.

The all-pervasive demonic offensive that began to penetrate from the flanks, rear and even the sky finally forced their formation to shrink. The Sons of Guilliman spontaneously closed their positions, like a pointed cone, using their precious offensive energy to The front of the position.

Long-range weapons have lost their effect at this time. Both sides are face to face, using each other's armor and swords to defend each other's will.

Groups of demons stood densely, filling every inch of land in front of the Sons of Guilliman, and countless sharp blades and spells were slashed and thrown at them every second.

In contrast, rows of heavy shields were erected in rows under the support of the Terminator's hand armor with hydraulic devices.

They stood at the front of the entire team, like mountains, and continued to advance with slow and unstoppable momentum amidst the war cries.

Hundreds of flaming and cursed vortex swords roared and collided with heavy shields, while the roaring Terminators fought back with heavy bolters and flamethrowers;

More demons roared crazily, and pounced on them again the moment the demon in front fell. The powerful ones among them were often able to repel or even knock down the shield-bearers in front of them, but then they died when Ass was outflanked by both wings. Under the heavy swords of the Tats.

The shield bearers in the back row stepped over the corpse of the demon at their feet, replacing the fallen comrades and continuing to carry the load, while the fallen terminator was lifted up by the comrades in the rear.

The injured among them will be given simple treatment by pharmacists and then return to the battlefield. If they are unfortunately killed in battle, their precious power armor and gene seeds will be recovered on the spot by the pharmacists and technical sergeants at the core of the team.

From Calvin's point of view, the entire front is like a cold machine, making continuous impact forward with all parts operating at high speed.

Although the demons pouring out from the depths of the Webway are endless, in front of this heavy hammer that is harder than steel, they can only be slowly squeezed and crushed, venting their powerlessness with incompetent roars. .

The end of the passage in the distance is very close to the deepest point where the Sons of Guilliman reached last time. The fragments of debris left at that location are only a hundred meters away from them, which seems to indicate that they have almost succeeded.

Calvin on the high platform was watching the entire battlefield closely, because he knew that if the development of this story really went according to plan, it would be time for the man who failed the Sons of Guilliman to appear.

Buzz!

An inconspicuous low-frequency tremor appeared behind the Sons of Guilliman, and among the corpses they had just left, a bloody spiritual light lit up.

Several giants wearing gold and blue power armor walked out of the teleportation array, and the leading giant had just stood firm, and opened his left hand without the staff in a strange gesture, pointing far ahead and still struggling. The fighting sons of Guilliman.

The dense formation in front suddenly changed. Among the Sons of Guilliman, who were originally performing their duties and working closely together, someone suddenly pointed the gun in his hand at his comrades around him.

Chaos broke out immediately, affecting the order of the entire rear camp, and the team in the middle began to slow down in order to maintain the connection between the camps, thus delaying the advance of the front terminator team.

Cerbers, who was at the forefront of the battle line, immediately felt something strange behind him. He intersected his eyes with the adjutant beside him, and the latter nodded slightly, then silently exchanged positions with the veteran behind him, and then retreated.

The think tanks of the battle group located on the flanks of the second-line camp immediately set their sights back and patrolled, and will firmly lock on the figures of the fallen from a long distance.

The wave of psychic energy surged violently between the two, and in the confrontation between external forces, the spirits and wills of both parties were like wild beasts, wandering cautiously and looking for each other's loopholes at the invisible spiritual level.

When the adjutant arrived at the scene, the think tank was already involved in a confrontation with the fallen man.

Blood gurgled from the think tank's closed eyes, and the erosion from subspace made him clench his hands and groan in pain.

This is a war of great disparity. The enemy's mind is so powerful that it is far beyond what he can resist with just a hundred years of spiritual training. The giant spirit-like existence in the subspace can obviously erase him instantly, but Somehow this was not done.

He was playing with the think tank's soul like a well-fed lion, making him exhausted in pain...

"Ho ho..."

As if he felt the arrival of the champion swordsman, the think tank suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the former. He explained the result of the confrontation with a horrified expression. However, when he just opened his mouth and wanted to say something to the champion swordsman, when.

"What are you going to say..." The champion swordsman just spoke, but

After a muffled sound of "Bang!", the think tank's head disappeared.

Standing in front of the headless corpse of the think tank, the champion swordsman silently wiped the blood from his face.

His tall body began to walk toward the back of the formation against the flow of people, and as the long sword in his hand was raised, his pace became faster and faster.

It's time for him to die, the champion swordsman thought.

Although he was ready for his sacred moment, the strength of the enemy still made him despair.

Cerbos at the front has already learned of the fall of the Chapter's think tank, and his mission is to use his own life to buy time for the entire Chapter before the company commander withdraws.

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

Buzz...buzz...

The bolt shells fired from the hands of the champion swordsman caused weak ripples on the space-time shield in front of the wizard, and his own steps charging towards the enemy, under the influence of the time spell, became like amber condensing, with the Insects are generally slow.

The purple curse brought with it the ridicule of the wizards, making the champion swordsman seem to have been washed away by time in just a few breaths. His originally strong bones and muscles were becoming visibly older under the vicious curse of the spell. And thin.

"A...Li...Man!" Cerbus gritted his teeth, and the blood vessels in his eyes almost burst on the spot.

It was the fallen man in front of him and his vassals disguised as Rogue Traders that made the original Sons of Guilliman lower their guard and extend a helping hand to them with a kind embrace.

It was precisely the deception and misdirection of the Wizard King, who was born in the Thousand Sons, that allowed his war group to open the entrance to the underground network with their own hands. In the end, they lost three companies in order to plug this gap, resulting in The tragedy passed down from generation to generation was passed down to the entire Chapter.

Seeing with his own eyes the champion swordsman who had been with him day and night, and the hope of the future of the group, perished on the way to charge, was already a huge blow to him, and the instigator of all this happened to be his lifelong enemy. Further destroying his few sanity.

He shouted towards the figure in the distance with a voice that was almost like a howl, and his body had already escaped the control of reason, taking the lead to rush towards his long-standing enemy.

The Thousand Sons wizard with the Chaos Crown on his head showed no expression. With the cooperation of several wizards behind him, he stretched out his hand towards the Sons of Guilliman from a distance, and held the Holy Spirit in his hand. The golden staff with the beetle emblem...

The same time spell bloomed again on Cerbos, but the captain of the Sons of Guilliman relied on his inhuman will to forcibly find the portal to reality from the dazzling fragments of time.

Watching Cerbos save his spell, the Supreme Wizard finally had some interest in his eyes. However, he did not have more time, and the large spell in his hand was already ready.

He stretched out his staff and moved it slightly, covering Cerbos within the scope of the spell. With a colorful light that could subvert the sanity of mortals, the entire camp of the Sons of Guilliman fell into confusion of the five senses...

Calvin and his comrades witnessed the fall of the Sons of Guilliman with their own eyes, under the attack of the demonic tide of the Webway and the wizards of the Thousand Sons.

They were either killed by the blood-thirsty demons in front of them, or died from the crazy and chaotic attacks of their comrades around them.

Only a few extremely determined people were immune to the effects of the spell. However, they were unable to save the overall situation as they were attacked from both sides and their comrades were driven crazy.

They could only risk being attacked by their comrades and forcefully retreat in an attempt to escape from the battlefield. However, how could the demons in front let them leave?

Under the cover of Cerbus, they struggled to break out from their comrades, and after paying a heavy price, they finally temporarily escaped from the center of the battlefield.

The Thousand Sons wizards who caused this tragedy have already left here. After they obtained a sufficient number of sacrifices, they used the spells they had prepared to move deeper into the Webway.

This is just a temporary resting place for the Sorcerer King, and his planning and use of the Son of Guilliman is just a small attempt in his exploration of the depths of the Webway.

Calvin and others watched as Cerbos led the last nineteen Sons of Guilliman, fighting and retreating, and were finally surrounded by an endless wave of demons not far from the exit of the Webway.

"Retreat!" Cerbos slashed the demon in front of him with his sword and shouted to his comrades behind him, ignoring the blood on his face.

However, the fierce war roar behind him had quieted down at some point. He turned around stiffly and saw only his comrades who had fallen to the ground and were unable to get up.

"I can't walk anymore..." Sergeant Roman said with difficulty. He raised his swollen arm with all his strength and killed the demon sneaking up behind Cerbers.

"Then crawl! Climb back even if you crawl!" Cerbers stepped forward and grabbed the sergeant's shoulder armor, trying to drag him forward.

However, the weight in his hand was so light that Sergeant Roman was almost thrown out by his left hand, which was prepared to bear the weight of the entire power armor.

Only then did he suddenly realize that only the upper body of the veteran sergeant in front of him was still in his hands. And his lower body was cut off in half by the decapitating heavy sword of a purgatory demon in the previous battle.

Cerbos then looked around and realized that unknowingly, these remaining comrades had also been seriously injured and had no ability to continue walking.

And that's not the worst.

The pollution brought by the demon tide is pervasive, and the silt-like mist has been following the demons, corroding everything in sight.

After the bloody battle with these demons, the Astartes who fell to the ground with serious injuries were more or less contaminated by these twisted powers.

Their faces are no longer as clean as before, and the hideous wounds on their bodies also have distorted flesh buds twisting; their original golden hair has faded at some point, leaving only corpse-like paleness and red eyes on their faces. Being together gave Cerbus a strange fear.

"Let's go...Sir, let's go...Cerbus..." Another noncommissioned officer, Staff, licked the sharp teeth that had protruded from his lips and said to his boss and comrade:

"This is the last time I call you sir, let's go.

Don't worry about us falling, don't worry about these demons.

Once you get out, detonate the explosives, and then... never come back..."

"No..." Cerbers instinctively took a step back and rejected his subordinate's suggestion in despair.

"Absolutely! I am the person responsible for this matter, and I should die here!"

"But you are our only hope left!" Staff roared in response. He walked up to Cerbers and yelled at his boss, face to face:

"Go! Now! Now! Do you want to see us turn into that ugly look! Get out!!!"

"No..." Cerbos's emotions completely collapsed. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar comrades around him, but none of these comrades supported him, and they were all driving him back towards the Webway.

He had to back up step by step, and finally turned around and ran towards the exit behind him. The comrades behind him were still howling more and more inhumanely, while shouting to him with their remaining sense:

"Go! Don't look back!"

Shadows and distortions gradually took shape behind him, and facing the demonic tide coming again from the depths of the Webway, a demon named Vengeance, fed by the souls of nineteen Astartes, was heading towards those demonic tides. Raising his terrifying claws...

Cerbus eventually survived, but he also died.

Carrying the remaining instincts in his body, he walked out of the webway in a daze, and then followed the guidance of his instincts and closed the seal with his own hands.

But part of his soul remains on this battlefield forever, staying with the nineteen souls who did not hesitate to fall into the abyss and dance with the devil in order to defend the human empire...

Cerbos's soul defect caused him to lose his past memories, so he simply changed his name to Appius. While he continued to manage the development of the war group on the surface, he secretly tried to find what he was missing. part.

What happened next, Calvin and others were able to vaguely deduce that under the temptation of the dark apostle who represented the will of chaos, Cerbos, who had completely lost his personality and had loopholes, could not bear his instinct to return to the webway. .

Under the temptation of the Word Bearers, he once again opened the portal sealed by him with his own hands. The moment he entered the Webway, all his memories returned, causing him to fall into a new collapse...

"Is this a dream?" Golden looked at the disintegrating world around him and asked Calvin in front of him.

Calvin, who had already sensed it, looked through the collapsing dream to Appius not far in front of him and said:

"That's not important anymore... We only have one thing to do now - take him and his comrades home!"

renew.