Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 184 Finishing the door, the old father's redemption.

Chapter aka: Mess Up, But Warhammer.

Think about it every day: Know what is impossible and do it, benevolence.

Of course, the war didn't just happen here, there were also battles going on in other directions in the three-dimensional universe at the same time.

The main force of the solar star field's sectoral fleet received a leapfrog order from the Throne Court to ignore the High Lord of the Navy's Grand Admiral during a routine star area cruise.

Hundreds of large warships, led by Admiral Dros Pan, the admiral of the navy, set up an ambush under the starry sky near the storm star field without knowing who the enemy was, and fought the Khorne army that came head-on. secretly.

The main fleet of Gray Knights in the Order of the Holy Hammer suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Inquisition.Under the guidance of the Brotherhood of the Prophets, the entire Gray Knights battle group blocked the Typhus fleet that had just climbed out of the subspace on an uninhabited galaxy in the Pacific Starfield...

Hundreds of lairs in several galaxies in the storm star field suddenly broke out in riots. The large-scale Shalushi sect suddenly broke out and launched an attack. The local defense forces and naval ships on the star port also lost their defenses one after another.

The death watch and the state church nuns who were going to suppress were overwhelmed, and a fleet from the subspace was about to appear in a large sacrifice ceremony.

An unknown First Legion passed by and destroyed it, then left without saying a word.All bystanders were completely silenced, only the local server has some incomplete data records...

There are more conspiracies brewing in the hidden starry sky.Large-scale battles of invasion and resistance have already taken place, and small-scale infiltrations are naturally going on various contests silently.

An orc fleet that had just evolved from the ground to the interstellar era, after smelling the almost boiling Waaaaaaah here, was happily rushing here, and encountered another warband of Tzeentch head-on.

And just a hundred light-years away from where they fought, an army from Comoros had just appeared from the webway, and saw a necromancer dynasty that had awakened early because it sensed an abnormality...

The entire southeastern part of the empire was in chaos at this time, and the high lord council of the empire expressed powerlessness in the face of the snowflake-like battle reports.

The densely packed signs of the new battle zone were transmitted to the high-level of all the armed forces of the empire through the inter-galaxy communication of the astropaths.

Even the lords of Ultramar who are far away in the Limit Starfield, and the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar who are still fighting in the Ghoul Starfield farther away are aware of the battle here.

More details and information are too late to be sent to them, and these soldiers who have fought all their lives can only make decisions based on intuition.

"Bless the God Emperor! No matter what they come for! As long as they want something, we can do it the other way around!" said the Grand Marshal.

This is the most fundamental intuition of these soldiers, and it is also a tacit understanding they have reached across the starry sky as the top of the empire's military force.

The Ultramarines subgroup in the Storm Star Field and the Black Templar Fleet, which was on an expedition nearby, both received their respective orders shortly thereafter.

After preparing emergency supplies, they turned the direction of the fleet and rushed towards the galaxy where Calvin was located.

For the first time since the Soul Calamity War, a large-scale battle involving such a wide range was launched in the Storm Star Domain.

The high lord of the empire found it difficult. In the short period of less than 200 years since the split of New Terra, the situation in the empire seemed to be on the verge of getting out of control again...

Calvin didn't know about this large-scale battle that was going on around him, even if he knew, he didn't have time to care about the casualties on the battlefield at this moment.

At this time, his psychic energy has been completely recovered, and after the confinement of the power of time and space is completely broken, the space here is squeezing his existence all the time, trying to kick him back to where he should go.

He is fighting against this repulsive force with all his strength, in order to complete this significant ceremony.

Four hundred Astartes warriors have already made preliminary preparations, and the battle group they came from has also completed the corresponding memory and data cleaning procedures.

Once they successfully walk out of this ceremony, what awaits these newborn gray knights will be the beginning of another brand new life.

The four hundred chosen ones entered the venue first, and the equipment for the transformation ceremony was basically in place. The mechanical priests and wargroup pharmacists led by the biological sages also entered the venue later.

All the preparations were ready, and under the watchful eyes of the top leaders of the battle group and the cardinals and sages, Calvin also walked slowly towards the psionic matrix in the center of the field.

"Father."

Alan Janus called to Calvin's footsteps in a complicated tone. Looking at everything in front of him, he still didn't know his origin.

But the new personality has been established for less than a hundred years, he has no memory of the past, and has no interest in the experiences of those times.

Unlike the Astartes of other legions who have pre-transformation memories, with his blank personality, Allen is sincere to Calvin, the father.

"Any questions? My child." Calvin agreed.

He also has a special affection for Allen.He had no marriage in this life, but fate made him have this dream-fulfilling life under the bestowal of the emperor, and he also had one and more children soon.

These children not only inherited his genetic expression, but also inherited his vision spiritually and professionally.

This kind of double inheritance is undoubtedly the dream of any father.Because only in this way can they be regarded as the continuation of the true meaning of their lives in Calvin's eyes.

"Father, I have a feeling that it's not a good one..."

Alan Janus looked worriedly at Calvin, who was wearing a simple linen robe and looked calm, and said.

He inherited Calvin's blood, and in this idealistic universe, he also inherited a trace of Calvin's soul rubbings in a sense.

So after becoming a gray knight, he was born with an instinctive ability to control powerful psychic energy, and like all powerful psychic powers, he has a vague perspective on the future of time and space.

This kind of peeping into the future has never worked on Calvin before, because the power he represents is so dazzling in Alan's eyes, like a platinum star shining and heating all the time, making him People cannot look directly.

But now, just as Calvin was about to enter the ceremony venue, he actually felt a rare and huge depression.

In his perception, the platinum-golden sun is struggling to break free from the prison of fate, and there is also a hint of haze that symbolizes doom on the edge of that brilliant light...

"I understand, I understand."

Calvin nodded gently to Allen, comforting this warrior who was a little too worried about his safety and lost his size.

Of course Calvin understood, how could he, as a stronger power holder, not be clear about things that Allen could perceive with his psychic power?
But there are some things that you don’t have to do if you don’t understand them, let alone just knowing that you can’t do them.

Calvin knew that his soul was so special that it played an irreplaceable role in guiding time and destiny.

And his time travel this time is so bizarre, it was a transgressive behavior, after he tried to go further to change his destiny, he would undoubtedly be more conspicuous in the eyes of the gods.

He has long been aware of the evil god's gaze on him.

In the hundred years of the mortal age on the surface, he secretly cut off the tentacles extended by the evil god more than once.

War and killing, power and women, fame and complacency, despair and self-abandonment... Chaos' temptation and pollution to him never stopped, and as his return date approached, he became more and more undisguised and unscrupulous.

He understands that this is the price of crossing the boundary, and also understands that this is the anger of the gods after failure that cannot be concealed while venting their power wantonly.

How can anyone refuse their invitation?
How could anyone refuse their kindness?
How dare he?
How could he!
Could it be that he really compares himself to that collection of human will?

Could it be that he really tried to overthrow their dignity in front of the gods?
how can that be!How arrogant is this!

The man who tried to outplay the gods has paid the price!This one is no exception!
The sea of ​​ether in the subspace is rolling up terrible waves, the stars seem small under such huge waves, and the space of the galaxy is not enough to accommodate the boundless anger brought together by the rare unified will of the gods!
Great power is brewing in this ancient, spiritual world.After outside interventions have failed, the gods have rolled up their sleeves and are ready to end in person.

Just wait for the moment when Calvin starts the ceremony, their supreme power will instantly manifest in the real universe!

take him!take him!
Confronting the existence of the gods will crush his will!corrupt!Let him become a servant of the gods from now on!Become the greatest Four Gods of all time!
If not, then destroy him!

The gods have already ended in person, just like the wheel of fate, as long as it turns, there must be an echo!

They will use their power to strangle this special being, extract his soul, tear his will.Hang his fragments outside the halls of the gods, and use his eternal wail that resounds through the subspace as an example for future generations!

The air on the St. Chris was condensing. Under the constant temperature and humidity environment, everyone present clearly felt the abnormal cold from the air.

This is an ominous omen, but fortunately Calvin was prepared.

He did not have the well-prepared environment like the Emperor and Malcador, so in order to avoid the impact, the St. Chris had left the galaxy as early as three days ago.

They were performing this significant ceremony in the deep space where there was no one outside the galaxy.

As Calvin stood in the center of the psionic energy array, rare ice crystals were freezing on the transparent dome of the gravitational field.

"My lord!" Adelaide couldn't help reminding loudly because of the soldier's intuition and danger awareness, but he didn't know how to dissuade him under Calvin's gaze.

He could only watch the burly figure of the other party turn around slowly, and connect the pipelines of the psionic energy array to himself one by one.

hum!
As Calvin's spiritual energy began to pass through, the cables on the surface began to heat up rapidly, and the cooling device began to circulate spontaneously before the temperature alarm device came on, but it still couldn't stop the alloy pipeline from vibrating at an extremely low frequency.

The pharmacist began to anesthetize the receptors around him under the signal of the biological sage. In the artificial crystal syringe they picked up later, there was Calvin's cold stem cell extract.

It wasn't that Calvin didn't want to give them his own blood directly, but that his current blood activity was too strong.

Without the last will to survive when Gabriel fell into the extermination of the group, it would be difficult for these Astartes to withstand the direct erosion of the Primarch's blood.

And Calvin, who releases psychic energy on a large scale, has an extremely heavy burden on his own. In the case of being unable to guide individuals precisely, stem cells whose strength has dropped by one level have become a last resort.

With the infusion of these extracts, Calvin's spiritual energy also began to build a large-scale position.Under the shroud of the power of order, the mutations that were continuously generated in the bodies of these Astartes were strangled one by one.

Their original gene seeds and attached superhuman organs are rapidly failing, replaced by new cells that are racing against time to grow under the leadership of Calvin.

Most of the Astartes were undergoing changes that were visible to the naked eye. Their extensive shedding of hair follicles was the first casualty, while skin that began to pale and dry, wrinkled and cracked was the second sign of internal changes.

Their physical signs rose and fell every moment, and the repeated fluctuations made the pharmacists who were monitoring them and the chapter leaders who were watching by the field equally frightened.

But they soon lost even the right to be frightened.

After a loud noise that couldn't be called a sound, a huge subspace storm suddenly appeared above the St. Chris.

The starry sky is torn apart at this moment, and time is meaningless at this moment.The huge pressure knocked down everyone present in an instant.

They didn't even have the chance to face the will that manifested in the gap in the space, and they lost consciousness in the initial tide.

Calvin is still struggling to support the work of the psionic array and maintain the basic survival of everyone present.

The cooling device has long since failed, and the cables are close to melting.

But fortunately, there is also a gravitational barrier that also fails, and the psionic energy array that loses the protection of the barrier is directly exposed to the vacuum environment.

The cold above minus 200 degrees made these cables deformed, but they still barely maintained their original functions.

At this time, Calvin had already tried his best to resist the invasion of the subspace and the relatively rational invasion from the terrifying alien above his head.

There are too many people behind him who need to be protected. At this time, he can no longer care about maintaining his anchor point in time and space, but can only try his best to resist the threat above his head.

But fortunately, the gods didn't want him to leave like this. The tentacles from the subspace had already been one step ahead of him, firmly anchoring this existence that they regarded as something in their pocket.

The veins on Calvin's head were bulging, and the blood was swollen. From his perspective, the clouds of smoke pouring in from the opening above his head were like giant tentacles reaching out to him without end.

The evil god's whispers and wild laughter were resounding in Calvin's ears, and the endless tentacles were also wantonly twisting and changing with endless blasphemy and frenzy.

Thank you for the coma of those mortals, if they hadn't lost consciousness, if Calvin hadn't gritted his teeth and was protecting them.

The existence of these powerful beings is enough to instantly distort these mundane things, turning them into chaotic eggs that lose their minds.

Calvin has never faced their existence directly, and even the most recent time, he just glanced at them from a distance in the long river of time.

And when these beings that have transcended time and space really appeared in front of Calvin, even with his soul characteristics, he couldn't help but marvel at these great existences.

But it was more of a sense of crisis. Looking at these tentacles that were getting closer, Calvin remained expressionless, but there was already a shadow of despair in his heart.

He can't escape, everything behind him will be destroyed if he escapes; he can't hide, because the gray knights behind him who have entered a critical period of transformation cannot withstand any twists and turns.

How to do!Is that the end of the story?Calvin, who had exhausted all means, thought of his own fate for a moment.

And just when he was in despair, a sharp black lightning appeared from a distant space!
In Calvin's unbelievable eyes, this bolt of lightning appeared in front of him in an instant, ignoring the distance of space, and swept away the tentacles above his head!

"Bless the Emperor!" Calvin raised his head and sighed.

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