Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"This is the Eagle's Nest, calling the Molten Blood, please reply if you get it!"

"This is the Eagle's Nest, calling the Molten Blood, please reply if you get it..."

The call from the Silver Dawn was the first normal sound that appeared in Calvin's hearing.

The low hum of the warp in his ears had not yet faded away, but reality finally gave Calvin a not-so-bad anchor.

Taros's vital signs and his questioning of the captain of the Molten Blood to confirm the situation of the warship appeared in Calvin's perception.

The Primarch's perception finally landed, and it continued to extend to reality to consolidate his soul.

This was not a bad journey, at least it did not pay any irreparable price;

This could even be considered a lucky gift, because the Primarch obtained many inferences that needed to be confirmed later in that dream that he did not know whether it was an illusion.

Could this be an illusion created by the enemy?

Calvin did not think so, because perception could be false, but the characteristics and traits of the Eldar gods could not be simulated by more powerful gods.

Is this a misleading message from Tzeentch?

Calvin did not rule out such a possibility, but in the face of the fog of war where nothing is known, even a wrong perception is also valuable information.

"What's the situation?" Taros' voice sounded on the bridge.

The command unit deck under his feet was still busy, and none of the battleship's command crew had time to answer.

There was no anger in Taros's eyes, because this was by no means their intentional neglect.

"It cannot be confirmed yet, sir." The captain of the battleship in charge of the central command shook his head slightly and signaled to his master with his eyes.

The relationship of the Inquisition is like this, loyalty is cheap but still strong.

From the moment he was assigned to Taros's battleship, he and his crew swore to serve these angels of the Emperor until the last moment of their lives.

As the captain, he had already left his seat at this time, and his position was between the seats of the communications director and the auspicious instrument director.

And his two subordinates and comrades were also working hard on their respective fronts at this time.

Chaos occupied the entire deck of the Astropath from the moment the battleship issued a warning.

The communications director was trying to get in touch with the astropaths. He had done everything he could except not issuing the final execution order.

The same was true for the detection array on the other side. Thousands of contradictory messages were also torturing the fragile brain of the auspicious instrument director in the feedback of the detection array throughout the warship.

Although the red blood had been flowing from the nostrils of the auspicious instrument director, this guy still did not take off the mind pulse helmet and stubbornly fought on his post.

But fortunately, all this will eventually come to an end, or it can be said that relying on the Emperor's blessing, today is not the time for everyone to sacrifice for him.

"Energy turbulence is weakening! External communication system returns to normal!"

When the first astropath who regained consciousness on the astropath deck resumed contact with the bridge.

With his dry and broken voice, the communications director excitedly raised his head and shouted to the captain.

The latter turned to look at Taros the moment he heard it, and after getting tacit consent, he ordered the communications director directly:

"Try to communicate with the Silver Dawn again!"

"Yes!"

"The perception system is online again! The surrounding energy reaction is decreasing!"

The Auspicious Instrument Director also brought good news, which made Taros feel relieved again.

In the absence of the Chief Engineer (unassigned), this will undoubtedly make the members of the entire battleship feel extremely lucky.

Under the iron-gray dome hall, the servo skull and projection equipment are synchronously transmitting the information below.

Looking at the rapidly decreasing red plate on the battleship operating diagram in front of him, Taros let go of the anti-collision guardrail that he had been holding in his hand without making a sound.

A disaster is finally over, and the atmosphere on the battleship has returned to its previous calm.

On the small bridge, the news of the alarm being lifted spread very quickly;

The bustling crew ran around in the lower deck, continuing to fight for their respective missions and responsibilities.

And Calvin stood alone behind Taros, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The gradually normal perception around him was extending, and extending...

The vital signs of humans on the Lava Blood were densely packed, like a huge ant colony in his field of vision.

Memory and reality intertwined in the brain, and neurons and electrolytes were in close contact with supernatural forces.

Calvin squinted his eyes and looked forward, and the gradually faint tingling and pleasure in his brain reminded him and warned him.

At the same time, the experience just now was also warning him that the war here was far beyond the scope of physical laws, and it was not as simple and straightforward as the iron and blood in the previous life.

"This is the Silver Dawn...Damn it, I mean the Emperor's blessing, we finally contacted you!"

The voice of Tibers was transmitted by the astropath, and it sounded in the loudspeaker on the bridge with a rather distorted tone.

But this is finally a good thing. The communication signal with the Silver Dawn is becoming more and more stable, which also indirectly proves that the environment outside the battleship is turning to safety.

"How are you doing?

Our detection array just received a signal that a high-mass object appeared in front of your ship.

Is the warship intact now? Does it need to leave the submerged state?

How is Titan doing? I need to talk to him directly..."

Tiberius' voice continued, but Talos didn't know how to answer the captain's eyes.

He had no doubts about his condition, but he had no memory of the time just now.

After subconsciously retrieving the records on the power armor, he unexpectedly found that it was not just him who had problems.

Even the crew and servos of the entire Molten Blood had a blank time without any records of the thrilling test they had just experienced!

"Level 1 alert! Warp contamination warning!"

A cry of surprise was almost about to come out of his mouth, but the Primarch behind him stepped forward and raised his hand.

Feeling the extra weight on his shoulders, Talos turned his head stiffly.

And Calvin just looked at him calmly with his eyes, and then shook his head slightly at him from an angle that could not be seen from the bottom of the bridge.

"I am a Titan."

Hyperion's blessing was spontaneously activated, and with the intervention of the high-level authority of the Inquisition stored in the personal terminal, Calvin roughly took over the communication channel with the Silver Dawn.

Although the astropathic deck was surprised, the authority on the identification code was sufficient.

"Thank God!" On the other side of the communication channel, Tibers' voice was relieved.

It was with his tacit consent that Calvin left the legion and went to other warships alone. Under the current situation, neither the Grey Knights nor the Inquisition could bear the consequences of the disappearance of the Primarch.

"I have no problem here. The subspace turbulence has passed."

Calvin's voice continued, but he no longer wanted to endure such poor communication quality.

He remembered the astropaths on the Molten Blood. These unfortunate psykers had no sound and must be suffering from the previous subspace shock.

He wanted to help them, but the reality was worse than he imagined.

A trace of subtle psychic energy spread along his perception. The moment he found the astropathic deck of the Molten Blood, it quietly flowed into the psychic amplification matrix on the deck with a gentle but unquestionable attitude.

+Who is there? +

The Primarch's voice rang in the ears of the only conscious psyker, who instinctively shuddered the moment he felt the power.

+Me! +

He called out loudly in his soul. Although he didn't know where the voice came from, in the disordered warp, this voice, which also came from the battleship, was one of his few choices.

The turbulence of the warp is a disaster for any astropath. And this disaster is even more devastating for the astropath working on the warship.

The warship is not static in the warp, but moves in real time. In order to achieve the warp communication, he and his colleagues need to separate their souls from their bodies and project them into the warp.

In the dynamic warship, they are like kites flying in the storm, and the only link between them and reality is their own will and the positioning of their bodies.

And the current situation is that the connection between his colleagues and reality has been torn and severed by the warp turbulence.

If this situation is allowed to continue, these souls will be completely lost in the warp, or become lonely souls in an endless time corridor, or become food for some indescribable monster...

+I am here! I am here! Whoever you are! For the Emperor's sake! Please save them! +

+Even if you will die? +

The tone of that voice was slightly strange, but what it said was already within the expectations of the Astropath.

There is no grace that is obtained out of thin air, even the Emperor's blessing also requires faith to obtain.

+Yes, this is fair! Even if the price is me, please save them! +

+As you wish! +

The Astropath's soul-sentient promise gave Calvin's power a basic basis.

And that trace of weak psychic energy also completely locked it after signing a contract with the Astropath.

The cold and hot power rushed out and descended from the river of the void;

The astropath who felt the pain of the huge energy washing over his body in the rare state of spiritual vision, while his body in the real universe was like self-ignition, emitting terrifying white light from his five senses, felt unprecedented fullness and strength in his soul!

+Come back! +

The soul of the astropath screamed out that word in pain and anger.

The power from reality made him like a glowing giant at this moment. While being burned by the power in his body, his body was also expanding and burning every minute and every second!

+Come back! +

The huge light and shadow shouted in the void, ignoring the covetousness and greed around him, and even ignoring his own fate of falling!

He used up all his strength and pain to shout every name he was familiar with;

He was like a star torch, lighting the way home for them in the dark ocean!

Scott, Pavim, Kao, and his most beloved daughter... Lillian.

Every time a name was called out from his mouth, a place in the depths of the subspace was lit up.

Those greedy and ugly monsters fled in panic at his shouts;

And those souls who had fallen into confusion also woke up at his call!

One by one, the links with reality were rebuilt from scratch in his eyes, and when everyone regained the coordinates of reality, he also ushered in his final moment.

"Lillian..."

The Astropath peered through reality, looking at the very end of the psionic amplification matrix.

On an inconspicuous seat there, his daughter was curled up, sleeping in a semi-open life-support capsule.

He was not familiar with this child because she was born a hundred years after he completely entered the life-sustaining capsule.

He has almost never given her decent fatherly love, because no matter who is a psyker, he cannot have unbridled emotions due to his natural curse;

Or the Astropath's increasingly irritable soul as he interacts with the subspace, making it rare for him to be completely calm, let alone care for a blood descendant bred from a test-tube embryo.

+Is that your daughter? + Calvin asked curiously.

+Yes. +The Astropath replied.

+You are a good father. +

+No, I'm not. +

…

+But thank you anyway. +

The Astropath spoke to Calvin sincerely.

His soul, which had been burned to the last moment, let him know that Calvin had no interest in this deal.

The transaction process has been completed, but his selfishness was exposed at this moment.

+ No, that's fine, you deserve the deal. +

Calvin watched the Astropath's soul dissipate, but similar memories arose in his mind.

He used his strength to hold up the last bit of the opponent's remains, then retracted the perspective extending from the astropath's body, and quietly returned to reality.

"He is a good father." Calvin said to Talos, which was what he asked him to tell the girl.

At the same time, on the deck of the Astropath, there was a scene bursting with life.

"Uh..." The guttural voice on the verge of drowning echoed in the seat of the psychic matrix. Many unlucky people who were unable to recover their bodies due to the shock of the subspace finally returned to reality at the sacrifice of the Chief Astropath.

Calvin has walked to the Astropath's deck, and he has temporarily taken over the psychic amplification array here.

The voice of the original body became clearer and clearer in Tabos's ears, and what he said next made the latter feel even more puzzled.

"Confirm our position." Calvin said to Tybus, while motioning to Talos with his eyes.

The latter and Tabos summoned the star map on the battleship at the same time, and the time record after the battleship entered the subspace was also displayed and compared on the two battleships at the same time.

"Oh! Damn it!" Tybos exclaimed, while Talos stared at the timer in silence.

Subspace navigation is inherently full of randomness, and the true speed after entering deep navigation has no fixed standard;

The battleship's control of its own voyage in the subspace is usually based on the internal timing of the ship entering the subspace.

But during the timing comparison between the two battleships, he and Talos were shocked to discover that there was a time difference of up to five days in the timing equipment on the two battleships, and there was no valid information record in between!

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