Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 12
Perhaps from the perspective of previous life, Calvin's wish is good, but if according to the country where he is now, his ideal is small and superficial.

A mortal army with a military soul may indeed be a practical currency in the hands of the emperor. He may indeed have a stronger will, a higher awareness, and a higher battle loss.But in terms of the size of the empire, the role that such a mortal army can play cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket, or it can be said to be better than nothing.

In the history of the past ten thousand years, the imperial army has never lacked bravery or brutal troops.

Whether it is the former: such as the Sun Auxiliary Army and Lucifer Black Guard who have become famous since 30 years ago, or the Krieger Death Army known for their "blood tax" and fearlessness in the distant future of 40 years ago , and the Stormtroopers, Catachan, and Cadian legions that appeared successively in the more distant 41st millennium.

It is still the latter: the Safra Chemical Dog, the Kanak Skull Carrier Legion, which uses prisoners as its source of troops and is known for its brutality.

The former used countless of their own blood and the blood of more enemies to scare the enemy on the battlefields facing chaos. Even the demigods who threw themselves into the arms of chaos suffered at their hands. The best footnote to the name of his own bravery.

The latter may have no honor as the Sinner Legion, but they do offer their sinful lives to the Emperor as the most valuable currency by pouring out their tyranny on the enemies of the Imperium in its entirety.

Since the beginning of the earth's outward expansion in the 25th millennium, such troops have never been cut off like carps crossing the river.

By the time the empire reached 30 years, the emperor was sitting on a world of millions of planets, with trillions of people.The strong national power made the empire's armed forces, even demigods like the Astartes warriors, have 20 legions, reaching over a million people.Not to mention the millions of warships wandering in the starry sky and destroying the world at every turn, and the Titan Legion and Knights of the Titan Knights walking on the earth as the incarnation of Om Messiah, the God of Myriad Opportunities.

These mortal armies of heroes pale in comparison.

In the 30K era, led by the Emperor, 19 Primarchs led the Great Crusade to conquer lost territories and expand new territories. In just one battle to determine the ownership of the galaxy, there will be a whole army of 10 Argentines. The Legion of State and thousands of gigantic war machines from the Legion of Titans.Even the space battleships whose length is often measured in kilometers will appear dozens or even hundreds of them depending on the battle situation.

On such a battlefield, the demigod-like Astartes can only exist like cannon fodder.Chainsaw swords and power weapons weighing 22.5 kilograms are not even as good as toothpicks from a macro perspective.The smallest caliber of the bullets flying by came from the [-]mm bolters of the Astartes warriors.The heavy weapons of the mortal army, such as the earthquake cannon, can only be the reverberation of this grand movement here, and the flamethrower that spews a high-temperature torrent with a length of hundreds of meters is just a conventional weapon of the Titans.And the battleship light spear launched from the orbit penetrates the atmosphere like a natural disaster, and the ten-meter-thick laser that descends from the sky is the main theme of the battlefield.

And such a battlefield, the empire can maintain up to 20 at the same time.

What is Mortal Force?The million-level Sun Auxiliary Army may not even be qualified as cannon fodder in such a mythical battlefield, and more often they can only appear in the role of maintaining law and order at the end.

If Calvin's ideal is only this, how can he be worthy of his talent in this life and those who worked hard for him to reach Terra safely?

He should have a broader future and a more important position in his life, so that he can make more contributions to the empire.

Not an Oranis Pius Medal (the highest honor in a mortal army).That's enough to explain.then……

On the day before the Calvin final exam, a teacher came out of the classroom with a transfer order.

"My exam has been cancelled?" Calvin stood up from the classroom in surprise.

"Yes. In addition, there is a higher-level transfer order, ordering you to go to the No. 13 training ground immediately, and your newest instructor is waiting for you there." The instructor who came to pass the message turned and left after explaining.Calvin was left with a dazed face.

Without time to think too much, Calvin strode out of the classroom.

Since the transfer order emphasizes immediate execution, Calvin, as a soldier, has no right to question it.

That's not his responsibility, he's just in charge of execution.According to the order, he returned to the dormitory to pack his bags.After receiving the latest access control, he moved into a dormitory area where he lived alone.

In the empty corridor, only Calvin was walking with his head bowed. The abnormal transfer and the complicated runic encryption on the brand-new access control card all let Calvin know that he might be transferred to a secret mission.This made Calvin, who was familiar with this, feel a little excited - based on his previous military experience, being able to participate in secrets has already proved his worth.

"There is no better affirmation than executive qualifications." This is Calvin's thinking now.

Following the map, he walked to the door of his room.He took out the encryption card and opened the door. In the new room, a pass and map that he had never seen before were placed on the table.Before he had time to take a closer look, Calvin picked up the pass and the map and walked out.

According to the latest schematic diagram in hand, after crossing two college areas and more than three security posts.

Calvin came to the core area of ​​this Romanesque complex - the main building.After verifying his identity and access authority with the guard once again, the busy Calvin finally came to this area he had never set foot in before—the No. 13 training ground.

Outside the door, Calvin simply tidied up his appearance, then knocked on the door:

"Report, Calvin, the political commissar class number 9527, is here to report."

"Enter."

Calvin felt a little familiar with the answering voice.Without thinking too much, Calvin raised his legs and stepped into the training ground.The tall and strong figure in front of him was instantly recognized by Calvin.

The latter also slowly turned around in Calvin's eyes. Under the short silver-gray hair, the angular face said to him solemnly:

"From today onwards, I will be your teacher."

"The old man?"

Looking at the acquaintance in front of him, Calvin, who had doubts about his identity for a long time, quickly scanned some information and the subsequent possibilities in his mind.

Then a question arose in Calvin's mind:

"Old man, why is he going to become a superman?"

(End of this chapter)