Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 104 Epilogue
You are Waaaaaah happily on the battlefield, and suddenly you get hit by a dump truck. How does it feel?
This feeling is not easy to explain, because it is difficult to understand the feeling of the sudden fragmentation of the whole consciousness without experiencing it face to face.

If I had to describe it, it felt like drinking a sip of mushroom beer, only to find that there was not a single drop of alcohol in the wine, and the rest was all promethium.

Obviously one second you were still roaring, and the next second you suddenly lost your consciousness, not to mention anger or fear, even maintaining yourself is so difficult.

The surrounding images suddenly looked so strange, but the apparently simple images were always oscillating between blurred and clear.

It seems that you have understood your state in your consciousness, but your body is still out of your control.You can know that your body is still twitching and resisting subconsciously, but you can't control it.

who i am, i know.But what's wrong with me?I'm not very sure.

That's how Orc's war boss feels right now.

boom!
The big silver can in front of him swung the big iron stick in his hand again. How long has it been since the last time?
a second?Or how many seconds?

I don't know, but this time his hand really couldn't stop it anymore, the tiger's mouth on the palm had been shattered, and the thick thumb joint was twisted in the opposite direction strangely.

The power ax was broken, and the pom-pom was shattered in the last parry.After the dry throat tried to let out a final roar but only a hoarse hiss reached his ears, darkness permanently enveloped his consciousness.

hum!
Calvin put a stick flower on the warhammer in his hand, and pulled out the psionic energy attached to it.

More than 300 kilograms of metal cylinders make such easy and freehand movements in his hands.

Even if he knew the inside story, the terminators on both sides could not help but twitch their eyes when they saw this place.

It is true that Astartes is a superman, but there is still no comparison with this kind of monster that is completely out of the human category except for its appearance.

This is still the state of infancy. If he is really given a hundred years to grow up, his appearance will probably be no worse than his brothers in those history books, and I am afraid it will only be stronger.

The switch for disintegrating the force field was pressed again, and the silver light on the surface of the weapon gradually dimmed after losing its support, and with the low-pitched buzzing, it returned to the original dull lead gray color.

The advantage of dismantling the position is here. After completing a kill, the weapon is still as bright as new, as if the orc body with only the lower body in front of him was not gifted by him.

The high-intensity battle consumes a lot of physical strength, but fortunately, it can still bear it.It's a pity that the consumption of psionic energy is not easy to recover, and the nervous headache twitches around the temple accompanied by a slight sense of fatigue.

Calvin looked at the surrounding battlefield. The battle was still going on fiercely, but the outcome was already firmly in the hands of the human side.

The gray knights are using the two terminators as the spearheads on the two wings, and they are powerfully releasing wave after wave of attacks on the orcs against the opponent's firepower.

With the death of the WarBoss, the Waaaaah position in the psionic environment of the entire battlefield lost its center of operation.In the absence of such distractions, the Gray Knights' Interceptors began the teleporting decapitation tactics for which they were famous.

Although the number of these steel giants is small, the tactical positioning of heavy guns and heavy armor makes their firepower release efficiency far exceed that of ordinary people under the unit density.

The follow-up mortal troops have also arrived, and behind the sinners' long-range strike team, they also appeared behind them.

The heavy logging guns and twin-mounted laser cannons being erected on the high point are their credit.

The war enthusiasm of the orcs who have lost their heads is like a tide. When it comes, it is so violent that it is hard to resist, and when it goes, it is so abrupt that it is dizzying.

Except for a very small number of orcs led by elites who are still stubbornly defending a corner, most of the orcs are already evacuating towards the landing craft they came from.

The retreating front is like a levee and flood in a static confrontation, but only after one side collapses first can the positioning of each other be confirmed.

The exhaustion of physical strength is beginning to recover with the intense breathing. Compared with the fighting situation on the two wings of the battlefield shown in the helmet eyepiece, the eye of the storm in the center has calmed down after the battle.

Calvin, who is free, has time to contact the command team below, and the feedback from the other party will determine his next arrangement.

"Golden, how long will you and Tariq be?"

"Soon, about half an hour to an hour. There is no established resistance, but the specific passages and cabins still need to be cleaned up one by one."

"Same on my side. Resistance is waning, but cleanup is expected to take a significant amount of time."

"Then don't clean it up, let the mortal troops occupy the traffic nodes and set up a fire blockade. Give you 15 minutes to clean up the people, and then assemble to the weapon array. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!"*2
After the arrangement here, Calvin initiated a new contact request to the bridge headquarters.

"Call the bridge, I'm Calvin."

"Got it, how's the battle going?" Judge Matthew's voice came from the communicator.

"The battle is going well. The orc leader has been killed, and the formed troops have been wiped out. I plan to hand over the remaining resistance to the mortal troops for control, and it is expected to leave the battle within half an hour."

"There is no need to rush out of the battlefield, the arsenal is already safe."

"What?" Calvin asked in surprise, he didn't know that those mortal troops had this ability.

"Father Constantine has arrived near the weapon depot, and the latest feedback is that the orcs have lost their will to resist. This is consistent with your feedback here."

"Konstantin? He still has this ability?" Calvin asked puzzled.

"...Have you heard of the Crimson Agreement?" Matthew's voice was distorted, but the terms he expressed were clear and correct.

"The Crimson Agreement..." Calvin fell into short-lived memories.

If the origin of this thing can be traced back, it will start from the age of 30K.

Calvin didn't want to recall the details of this agreement in detail. He just understood that as long as this thing was mentioned in a sense, it meant that the exclusive armed force of this group of oil guys would be on the scene.

Either the Omnic Legion or Cybernetics.

In short, these mechanical creations existed to defend Mars at the beginning of their birth.

Different from ordinary priests or cathars, this is a pure steel humanoid weapon composed of a group of robots dedicated to combat.

Because of this, when these steel warriors with no morale limit and no casualty awareness form an army, the power he can exert is often jaw-dropping.

And the oil guys have always been rich and powerful, so it is not surprising that you see any weird modified weapons on these already powerful mechanical creations.

Even some experimental models of special weapons that have not been allowed by formal agreements can be seen on them.

Sure enough, he said that it was impossible for this group of oil guys to come out to take risks alone. After encountering danger, they took out their backs one by one, which is the style of these people.

"The Omnic Legion? Or Cybernetika?" He asked based on his own guess.

"Cybernetica, but not many, only a hundred-man fleet. That's why he is so cautious. I hope you don't blame him." Matthew kindly explained for Constantine.

"Okay. I see." Calvin replied.

Since this kind of thing has happened and there are indeed reasons for it, what else can Calvin say for the sake of the generosity of Party A's father?

Being able to explain to yourself is already a sign of respect, even if it is after the fact.

In Calvin's plan, he didn't plan to get along with this group of people for a long time, so the attitude is almost enough.

"Then I only have one last question here. Let's continue to clean up the orcs on board. What about the part of the breach that has already begun to retreat by landing craft?"

"Let them go, this band of pirates is not the only one staring at us. Bless the Emperor! In fact, you have achieved the purpose of deterrence by repelling them so quickly. We can't take care of any more."

"Understood, that's it. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me."

After speaking, Calvin hung up the communication channel, and then connected to the internal channel of the strike team:
"Everyone has! Temporary change of plan! Abandon the assembly and carry out clean-up on the spot! Open the public channel permission to the mortal troops near you! Let them establish a fire blockade on important passages! Use three people as a team to carry out targeted clearing of the target area ! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The gray knights' voices came from the communicator.

After giving out the order in his mind in one breath, Calvin walked towards the nearest mortal army with the weapon in his hand.

The gray knights in the distance also separated two sinners carrying flamethrowers and heavy bolters, and approached Calvin's position.

The short battle is finally coming to an end.

From the perspective of the black ship, the distant asteroid belt channel finally saw the light of the end.

　Vote!An incompetent roar from a single trash author.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)