Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

There is a kind of encounter called not seeing each other.

Calvin and the owner of this black ship are probably in this state.

The black ship seemed very excited after receiving the wide-area exploration signal from the landing craft that Calvin and others were on, and headed straight towards the location of the Hummingbird almost non-stop.

It wasn't until they were less than two astronomical units away from the Hummingbird, so close that they could almost visually detect each other, that the other party saw the special code representing the Gray Knight in the further information flow of identification of friend or foe.

Ah, this... the other party seems to be in some kind of hesitation, but considering this distance, it is no longer a distance that can pretend that the identification code transmission failed or was not received.

The other party still bravely drove towards the hummingbird where Calvin was.

Calvin observed the other party's brief pause in the cockpit and keenly felt the other party's hesitation.

He immediately used the communicator to warn the Gray Knights in the back cabin.

"Something's wrong, enter combat mode."

"Copy that, jumping gang?"

"Prepare this first."

"Received, the anti-collision mode is turned on. I ordered to check the status of the equipment..."

In Calvin's ears, he could hear Golden in the back cabin ordering the soldiers to prepare for war after communicating with him, but he had no time to pay attention to this.

The figure of Kurofune got bigger and bigger as the distance got closer, and he could already vaguely see the opponent's model and outfitting style.

Calvin's hand was holding the back of the driver's seat and he was staring closely at the muzzle of the Nova Cannon on the bow of the opponent's ship.

As long as there is the slightest mistake, he will order the main pilot in front of him to implement the emergency plan that has just been urgently discussed:

Throw out all the decoy bombs, and then transfer all the engine output power to the force field shield directly in front of the landing craft and the main thruster behind it.

The Gray Knight veteran of the Second Company in the driver's seat told Calvin in a positive tone that at this head-on angle the opponent's effective firepower was only the Nova Cannon, or maybe a few torpedoes, but that was not a problem.

As long as he can withstand the first round of firepower, he can guarantee the success of gang-hopping operations.

And Calvin chose to believe the words of this veteran.

The melt cannon in front of the landing craft has been charged, the weapon authorization and accidental trigger prevention structures have been opened, and the veteran's hand in the main driving position gently rests on the switch.

The battle is about to break out.

The distance between the two sides was less than 200 kilometers, and before Calvin and others who took the initiative to communicate decided to launch a surprise attack, the other party finally slowly discovered the alertness and hostility of the Gray Knights.

They panicked and removed the black ship's shield to appear harmless, and sent a communication request to Hummingbird.

The veteran turned back to look at Calvin.

"Take it." Gal's words were concise and to the point.

The other party's communication signal was picked up, and on the screen a fat man wearing a low-level uniform of the Alien Tribunal was looking at this place with some expectation and sweating profusely.

When he saw Calvin's iconic silver armor across the camera, he felt as if his last hope had been stifled and his whole body shrank.

"Death, death, death..." This is the only thought of Ma Wei, the junior alien judge, at the moment.

He really didn't expect that when he sent out a call for help in this inhospitable place, it would be these brothers who were waiting for him.

Didn't we agree that each should take care of his own business?

Aren’t the Double Red Sticks of the Holy Hammer Order extremely busy?

Why do these people in front of me still have time to work part-time?

There must be something wrong somewhere, the signal he sent was obviously a death watch call...

Apart from the fact that they are all Astartes, this thing has nothing in common with the group of people in front of him, right? !

He was madly complaining to the Emperor in his heart, but this had no meaning to what had happened.

So no matter how much doubts he had, he still had to bite the bullet and serve this group of old men who were obviously starting to get angry.

After all, looking at it like this, if he had contacted her a little later, he probably wouldn't have needed to contact her.

It is estimated that by that time, these big guys had already fought their way to the bridge of their own ship and used plasma to hold his head to communicate with him.

But even now, his mood is not much better.

When he thought about the cost of the memory erasure surgery that he and the entire crew of the ship would have to undergo, he felt so painful that he might as well kill him...

While wiping the unstoppable sweat on his head, he said greetings to the Gray Knights opposite:

"Ah, in the name of the throne, good day. My respected angels of the Holy Hammer Order. I am Mavi, the junior inquisitor of the Alien Tribunal. Although it is unexpected, I still thank you for responding to my request for help and arriving here. ”

"…………"

Calvin somewhat understood the reason for the other party's previous hesitation.

I am not the support the other party wants, those Astartes of the Death Watch are.

After all, no matter who it was, Ma Dongmei was called when ordering, and a group of Sun Honglei turned out to be a little surprised.

But the current situation leaves neither of them with much choice. Calvin must take the black ship in front of him to reach the nearest assembly point.

Otherwise, it would be a joke for Calvin and others to embark on a cross-system voyage with the landing craft they are currently riding.

And since the other party has waited for such a long time after sending out a request for help but has not received the response it deserves, then the Death Watch node in this sector must be working at full capacity.

The deck of the black ship's bow was slowly opening, and the Hummingbird on which Calvin and others were riding also followed the opponent's gravity capture system and sailed toward the interior of the deck.

Inside the bridge, Mavey, who was preparing to deal with this group of uninvited guests, was waiting for Calvin's arrival.

And before he came, Ma Wei was not idle either. He was talking animatedly to a man in the shadows on the bridge.

"You don't have to send them away."

"Huh? Are you crazy or am I crazy? This is the Gray Knights! Do you expect them to obey my orders and carry out your so-called mission? Don't forget that the Order of the Hammer is the largest branch of the Inquisition! I don't have this Able to order them across systems, even the Demon Tribunal and them are limited to a cooperative relationship! "

"Yes, I know you don't have this authority. But think about it, shouldn't they be the best candidates for this mission? You don't need to worry about whether the nuns are capable of this mission, and I don't. We need to worry about the position of Death Watch in this sector node.”

"So? Why should I order them?"

"No, no, no, why do you need to order..."

With these words, the man opposite Matthew finally stepped out of the shadows.

A tall mechanical priest wearing a bright red robe and a holy symbol of a gear skull on his head said to Mavey in his unique electronic voice:

"In the name of Ohm Messiah, I don't think they will reject me directly even for the sake of the manpower support we have provided to Demos for so many years."

"Demos? What is that? Wait! I suddenly don't want to know..." Ma Wei asked.

"The second moon of Mars, we transformed it into a complete forge world. And then gave it to the Gray Knights."

Ignoring Ma Wei's obstruction, the Mechanic Priest finished speaking in a leisurely manner.

"Oh my God! Do you want me to die?"

"Don't worry, my friend. You will inevitably undergo an amnestic procedure after this mission anyway. So what does it matter if you know more or less?"

"I think you just want me to die..." Ma Wei sighed and sat on his seat.

The messenger from Mars obviously understood what the other party was worried about. He assured Ma Wei:

"No, no, no, my friend. You are more valuable than you think. After all, in this era, a broker who abides by his own rules, is never curious and is good at solving problems for others is a scarce resource. You don't have to worry about your own destiny. In the name of Ohm Messiah, I will give you no less.”

"Okay, but are you sure you can keep these Gray Knights? Can you represent Mars?"

This was Mavi's last question, and the mechanical priest's answer was neat and clear:

"No, but the teacher I represent happens to be the deputy manufacturing supervisor who implemented this proposal."

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