Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

On the platform at the door of the cabin at the end of the folding ladder, the Gray Knights who had adjusted their weapons looked at Calvin at the door, waiting for his orders.

After confirming everyone's status, Calvin reached out to the grab handle on the door panel. Be prepared to be the first to go in to buy space and time for the comrades behind you to enter safely.

Gavins held his shoulders and indicated with his eyes that he wanted to be the first to go in. But Calvin shook his head and rejected Gavins' idea.

In this case, choosing to be the first to enter the dangerous area and the first to enter the fire range of possible enemies is not only a risk and responsibility, but also the "privilege" and "honor" of being the supreme commander.

At any time and under any circumstances, as long as Calvin is still the supreme leader of this army, as long as he is still alive, this "privilege" will never be allowed to be transferred.

After feeling Calvin's clear will, Gavins took a step back to show his respect for Calvin's will. The surrounding Gray Knights also had no objection to this.

Calvin didn't stop any longer. He opened the hatch and rushed in. He raised his right arm to protect his head and face, and the sword in his left hand was held straight, ready to receive attacks from any direction.

The champion terminators behind him also followed his footsteps as soon as he entered the cabin, and quickly spread out to both sides at the door of the cabin to prepare for any eventuality.

But they didn't know how to describe the scene in front of them. They all put down their weapons and looked at the "person" at the position where the strong signal response was marked by the life detector.

Yes, twelve people, still the people they are familiar with - Warriors Astartes.

It is painted in bright yellow and black as a warning like a poisonous bee. A double-headed eagle and a skull symbolizing human purity are embossed on the chest armor. The standard Imperial Mark V type power armor and Mark VI type are mixed on the chest armor. In a team of twelve.

At this time, these Astartes, who also represented one of the most powerful forces in the empire's armed forces, stood quietly by the wall of the cabin, their lowered heads and chests that no longer heaved. It was like they fell asleep.

"Malicious warriors!" The Arbitrator of the Interceptor team who entered later, after entering the cabin, raised his head and saw the scene in front of him for the first time and exclaimed the names of these Astartes.

But the other party seemed to be asleep, indifferent to the arbitrator's voice, without any reaction.

But as we all know, Astartes hardly need sleep! What's more, it's a wartime situation?

Even if they are knocked unconscious, the life detection and maintenance system in the power armor will immediately inject stimulant into the unconscious Astartes to activate and wake them up!

There is only one way to permanently silence these angels who are beyond mortals - death!

But there are indeed twelve life signals active in the house!

The Gray Knights were instantly aware of the danger, their eyes widened, and the adrenaline in their bodies surged to an unprecedented level.

Twenty storm bolters scanned in all directions where danger might appear!

"Underfoot! No! It's everywhere!" Calvin's spiritual energy was the first to feel the abnormality.

In his psychic vision, behind these malicious warriors standing against the wall, there was something quickly waking up from dormancy.

The opponent's energy intensity was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In his eyes, the opponent's color was rapidly changing from a dark, almost invisible color to a fiery red.

And more unknown things are coming quickly from five other directions outside the entrance they entered in Calvin's psychic vision!

"Back! Back! Exit this space!" The Terminators could understand what he was seeing and thinking without using his words, but the Interceptor Team couldn't!

And at this critical moment, it is precisely these relatively fragile interceptor brothers who must be allowed to withdraw first!

The champion swordsmen must stand the last guard for these interceptor brothers before they can withdraw!

Calvin shouted loudly for the interceptors to retreat, and the arbiters were also very experienced. They knew that they were a burden to Calvin and others at this time.

When retreating quickly, the arbiters did not forget to leave as much space as possible for the Terminators who subsequently exited.

And they have begun to pour firepower towards one side of the cabin, trying to pass through these walls to block and delay the unknown beings as much as possible.

"Retreat! Retreat! You too!" Calvin's will was conveyed to all the Terminators through the thought channel.

The latter also began to shrink from both sides to the middle in a tacit and orderly manner after the last interceptor withdrew, tacitly withdrawing while ensuring effective fire interception.

But it's still too late.

Calvin watched as the "malicious warriors" standing against the wall fell down one by one, and what was exposed behind them was not the steel wall that should have been there.

Something that was more like a tentacle than a tree root was slowly squirming and slowly exiting from the gap in the power backpacks behind the Astartes.

Their slender and soft trunks have sticky flaxen and white skin, and countless eyes like fine mosaics cover the entire tentacle and its branches.

These eyes also seemed to feel Calvin's gaze. After breaking away from the power armor, they opened their eyes and looked at Calvin in front of them. A huge, complex, chaotic soul similar to a collection of consciousness, full of impurities and noises. Able to attack Calvin head on.

This kind of spiritual energy fluctuation is more like a kind of inspiration than an attack.

It was as if countless different individual souls existed in it and merged into a whole. They shouted loudly to Calvin with the deepest and most instinctive desire from their own souls:

"Be one with me! Bear our sins! Be one with me! Welcome the end!"

The powerful, complex and chaotic soul fluctuations made the Gray Knights across the wall also feel the pain. This virus-like contamination caused by a collection of countless consciousnesses put the will of the Gray Knights to a severe test.

Under this attack, they all knelt down and prayed to the Emperor to strengthen their will.

As for Calvin, who bore the brunt of it, the pressure at this time was not as great as everyone imagined.

His will has been sublimated and determined to be extraordinary. It can even be said that his soul is structurally composed of purer selves that have the same origin.

This kind of attack method of a collective consciousness may also be effective for others, but for Calvin, this new way of psychic attack is just a simple pressure of strength.

But he still cried, and his tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

It's not that he can't bear the other party's pollution, but that he exists as another collection of consciousnesses. After feeling the fluctuations of spiritual energy, he immediately became aware of these seemingly terrifying things. The true sadness of the soul.

They no longer have a self, and what they are showing off in front of Calvin now is nothing more than a shadow of their former existence.

In reality, they had already been devoured and assimilated immediately after their death.

That demon, after eating the essence of their souls, deliberately left the echoes of their last shouts and wailings, and took pleasure in this.

What a misery this is! What a blasphemy!

Calvin had never been so angry. He clenched the sword in his hand and walked step by step towards the aftermath of these sins.

As a warrior, an Astartes, a Gray Knight, a Primarch of the Gray Knights.

All he has to do is to purify the evil in front of him and at the same time give the last legacy left by these miserable souls a complete relief!

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