Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 171

Heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the medical department.

Getting closer, getting closer, just when Elvis thought he was doomed, his footsteps stopped at the door of the hall, and then he turned and walked away in an aimless parade, farther and farther away.

That was the unique footsteps of the Terminator Power Armor.

Elvis knew exactly who this voice belonged to, and the heavy weight of the Terminator hit both the cold rolled steel floor and Elvis's heart.

There was not much time left for him.

He watched numbly as the healing function of the Power Armor in the eyepiece started spontaneously, and the servos were still trying to save his life.

But what's the use?
This level of damage has already exceeded the limit of Astartes self-healing ability.It also naturally exceeded the functional scope of the power armor, which was limited to emergency treatment.

Without surgical treatment, death is only a matter of time.

From the chest cavity to the abdominal cavity, the edge of the huge wound caused by the chainsword rolled ferociously.

The self-closing blood vessels stopped the blood loss from continuing, but the exposed organs and the oozing yellow tissue fluid still reminded Elvis that the high fever caused by the infection was coming soon, and the hypothermic organs were about to fail—death. right in front of you.

The irrational servo was still working relentlessly, Elvis just wanted to stop its work, but the tingling pain on his thigh from the buzzing sound of the drip made him moan...that was the power armor The medicine stored in him was being released, and adrenaline was mixed with the anesthetic and injected into his bloodstream.

This is already the ninth time, and the fifteen medicines stored in the power armor have been exhausted so far.

With the pumping of the heart and abdomen, the anesthetic began to take effect within a dozen breaths, and the pain began to ease.

The spontaneously secreted and filled wound-healing substance gave him a strange foreign body sensation while sticking to the skin on both sides, and also brought his attention back to reality:
The brothers in the battle group have been slaughtered by that person, and as the mutation of the person himself has become more and more serious, his consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

Elvis, who was lucky enough to pick up his life from the chainsaw sword, fled all the way to the hideout of his usual workplace, lingering on his own life.

But there is no next time, that person will find here sooner or later.Elvis knew that when this footstep came here again, it would be the time of his death.

He didn't choose to escape, because he didn't know the reason for his life; but he didn't commit suicide, because it didn't conform to their spiritual creed.

To die is to be unwilling; to live is to have no reason.This is where Elvis is now.

He even regretted his escape just now. Maybe it was a relief to die by that person's sword at that time... Leaving the corridor in the middle of the battleship, Calvin walked all the way through the weapon array room and the front flight deck.

All the way through, the cabins on both sides of the corridor were eerily quiet.

The ammunition in the cabin is neatly arranged, and correspondingly, the bodies of the gunnery officers who committed suicide by drinking bullets are also as neat as their military appearances in life.

Calvin silently accelerated his pace of progress. Since this thorough cleansing had already begun, if he had come later, nothing would have been left for him... "Rush! Rush forward! Where is Sandra? ? Dead or not! Follow the pharmacist if you are not dead! Protect him!"

After the pain on the wound eased, Elvis' consciousness fell into a trance, and the memories of the previous mission flooded his mind.

Under the sky shrouded in cumulonimbus clouds and smog, he was still running on those battlefields with his comrades in the land after the baptism of artillery fire.

Brother Chapman fell as he watched a Baneblade blast explode beneath his feet.

At least three pieces of shrapnel hit his power armor, two pierced his heart and lungs, the largest of which passed under his breastplate and cut his burly body in half.

Elvis struggled to control his emotions and knelt down in front of Chapman, who was still conscious.

He and Chapman looked at each other, and they couldn't see each other's expressions through the eyepiece of the helmet, but they confirmed each other's understanding of the procedure in the silent communication.

"I dedicate myself to the holy and great Emperor."

"I dedicate myself to the holy and great Emperor."

"We were born for holy war."

"We were born for holy war."

"And will die for it."

"And will die for it."

"Under the witness of the divine genetic father."

"Under the witness of the divine genetic father."

"Until death with no regrets..."

"..." Elvis, who didn't wait for a response, looked up and saw Chapman's body that had lost his breath.

hum!The mechanical arm attached to the power pack protruded forward, and the rescue drill equipped at the end penetrated through the neck armor, and took out his first gene-seed from the storage gland, and then the second one below the chest cavity.

After taking a last look at his dead comrade, Elvis raised his head to meet the figure in the Terminator.

How enthusiastic was that person at that time!Elvis could see that under that resolute face was hiding the same sadness as him.

The artillery fire continues and the rebellion must be quelled.

After packing up the equipment, Elvis took a last look at the figure and the flaming eagle flag hunting in the hands of the flag bearer behind him, then turned his head and charged forward following the footsteps of the troops... "Elvis! huh! You're here! I know!"

boom!
The door of the medical room was smashed open instantly under the violence, and the loud noise awakened Elvis from his memories.

"Come out! Elvis my brother! Come with me to our demise!"

The Terminator's footsteps paraded blindly in the hall, and the equipment and steel frames along the way were broken and flew like pieces of paper under the violent destruction.

Elvis stood up silently.Footsteps were getting closer in the hall across the wall, and he could even hear the hiss of the chainsword, stained with his brother's blood.

The pistol at his waist was long gone, only a melta grenade that had been prepared was gently pinched by the steel glove, and it was silently removed from the magnetically adsorbed arming belt.

It's time, Elvis thought.

It is time to give this tragedy a dignified ending.He opened the door of the secret room and walked out, looking at the man who had led him and the other brothers in the warband since the founding of the warband, this elder brother whom they had always respected and loved—the first leader of the Flaming Eagle Chapter. Ren, who will also be the last Chapter Master Gabriel, said:

"I am, my dear brother, I am here."

The tall figure in the hall froze, then suddenly turned his head.

In the eyes of Elvis, this figure who was now burning with flames all over his body, even his own soul was burning in his eyes, smiled morbidly after seeing Elvis.

Reason rarely recovered from his eyes, and Elvis could even hear that long-lost, friendly voice say from his mouth:

"Come on, my brother, the brothers in front are waiting for us. Let us meet the doomsday together, the doomsday that belongs only to us..." Calvin's footsteps became faster and faster, and he had no need to worry about the fact that there were almost no survivors on the ship Hide your figure.

He walked all the way through the living area in front of the engine room, and then walked straight up to the bridge.

Passing through the gate of the bridge vestibule, there was nothing but corpses inside the empty bridge.

Calvin still found nothing and could only search downwards.

Auditorium, training hall, weapon maintenance room... along the way, Calvin has almost given up.

It wasn't until he faintly heard the noise when he passed the medical floor that he stopped and turned to go deep into the medical department, and finally saw the two people who were planning to die together.

"Uh, excuse me. What happened here?" The unfamiliar voice stopped the two Astartes who were about to die, and turned to look at the white figure at the door at the same time.

"Who are you!" Elvis asked in surprise.The Chapter Leader in front of him reacted even more violently. After realizing that the secret of his Chapter had been discovered, he returned to a state of rage, and the tall figure wrapped in the Terminator's power armor rushed towards Calvin.

The chainsaw sword was activated at the highest gear, and the fast-rotating sawtooth was lifted high amidst the intense beeping, and an angry roar came from Gabriel's irrational body!

"Whoever you are! Go to hell with me!"

Elvis didn't stop Gabriel's movement. In his opinion, there was nothing special about this silver-haired mortal except for his tall stature.

From the moment he recklessly entered this mobile monastery, he should pay the price for the transgression brought about by his curiosity.

It is true that the Astartes are loyal to the Empire, and so are their loyalty to the Watch that protects mortals.But this is by no means a specific protection for a mortal, let alone he already knows the secret of the warband.

But what happened next exceeded Elvis' expectations. Not to mention that the silver-haired mortal was not cut by Gabriel's chainsaw sword, he could even see the silver-haired mortal walking around the chainsaw sword with ease. In the storm.

"I think we can talk."

While tossing and turning, Calvin said to Elvis in the distance.

The Gabriel in front of him was irretrievable, this was something he knew well after seeing the flames on the other party.

But Elvis was different, from the first time he saw the iconic white power armor on Elvis, he knew that this person was of great value to him!
The Chapter may indeed be irredeemable, but the Emperor's wealth must not be wasted.

Purely technical arms are a valuable asset in any warband, not to mention the existence of the core technical arm that represents the continuation of the warband—the pharmacist.

Elvis must be protected!
With his joining, Calvin's plan will be completely another situation!
"I thought we could talk... about something other than the Ni warband that keeps you alive."

Calvin said to Elvis, his body dodged violently like a white ghost, while making Gabriel swing the chainsaw sword even more angrily, the steady voice continued to communicate with Elvis .

"What are you talking about? A man who hides his head and shows his tail!"

Seeing that Gabriel could not take down Calvin alone, Elvis looked around for a suitable weapon.

As the last survivors of the warband, he and Gabriel may be destined to die.

But for the sake of the honor of the battle group, this unexpected person in front of him must also be cleaned up.But what the white figure said next made him stop his movements rarely.

"Talk about being the emperor's property, would you like to serve another warband that is also under the emperor's seat." Calvin said.

The suffocating attack lasted more than ten seconds, and even the Astartes faced the risk of running out of stamina under the high-intensity martial arts.

Taking advantage of the chainsaw sword attack in Gabriel's hand slowing down, Calvin, who no longer wanted to entangle him, stepped back abruptly, getting out of the opponent's attack range.

At this time, Gabriel also regained consciousness from the frenzy, and stopped on the spot while panting violently, looking at Calvin's direction with a complicated expression.

It was also at this time that Elvis, who finally noticed something strange, gritted his teeth and asked Calvin.

"who are you!"

"Who am I?" Calvin looked at the two people in front of him, knowing that the last chance to persuade Elvis had come.

If he missed this opportunity, he might end up with only two useless corpses.

The fluctuation of psychic energy began to overflow from his body, and the soul bound by the power of time in the spiritual world began to disintegrate inch by inch under his struggle.

The power of time and space can no longer completely contain his soul, and the unique aura belonging to the Primarch on his body has finally filled the entire space with the dissipation of psionic energy.

"Gene... Primarch?"

The two Astartes who did not belong to Calvin's blood, but also felt the instinctive tremors from the genetic level said in disbelief.

"It's impossible!" Elvis, who had experienced the cultivation knowledge of complete gene seeds, said in a low voice.

This is not the origin of any legion within his cognition!

Nor does it conform to the characteristics of any of the Primarchs in the genetic map of the Empire and official data that he knows!

Not the Primarch of the Rebellion!Not a loyal Primarch!
Not Ultramarines!Not the Iron Hands!Not the Imperial Fist!

Not even the genetic father of the warband he had always guessed, the two Lords of the Legion who disappeared in time!

Sensory feedback and cognitive judgments were fighting fiercely in the minds of Elvis and Gabriel. Their understanding of the empire and the figure in front of them made them unable to deny history or reality.

"who are you?"

Gabriel's sanity was on the verge of collapse again, but Calvin's aura firmly suppressed the mutation in his blood.

Dark red blood flowed from the corner of Gabriel's mouth, and the flames at the soul level receded from his body, but his body temperature was rising sharply at the physical level.

This is Calvin's power of order correcting Gabriel's gene expression, and the power of redemption trying to reverse the cruel consequences of this seed mutation.

But it was too late, Elvis' mutation was still in its early stages and could be saved; but Gabriel's gene mutation had already spread all over his body like a spreading cancer cell.

Correcting and eliminating these is tantamount to destroying the existence of Gabriel.

His cells were dying in large numbers, and the organs in his body that were already on the verge of collapse could no longer withstand more shocks, and began to fail one after another under the death of cells.

"In the name of the Emperor, I am the Primarch No. 20. The Arbiter of the Order of the Hammer, the Gray Knight—Calvin."

These were the last words Gabriel, the former leader of the Blazing Eagle Chapter, heard before he fell into a coma.

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