Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 198 Arrival and Appearance

Anger and calm, like lava and dry ice, existed in Calvin's mind at the same time.

On the one hand, he was furious at Claudia's sacrifice and vowed to avenge her;
On the one hand, it is also necessary to ensure that the fluctuations in the battle are not too large, so that the enemies in the sky will be aware of the abnormality.

Over a distance of several kilometers, appearing here is already the limit of the spiritual power he is allowed to use.

He was unwilling to use any more, for fear of scaring away those suspicious enemies.

But this did not delay his declaration of the death of the four traitors in front of him.

Facing the remaining Chaos Space Marines, his figure was like a ghost, instantly making the aiming devices in their helmets lose the lock.

Before the sharp sirens could dissipate in their ears, the murderer who killed Claudia's left hand holding the chain ax was torn off by the roots!

Under the terrified eyes of his comrades behind him, Calvin casually dropped the severed arm.

The remaining hand ignored the opponent's block and directly inserted from the center, and directly held the opponent's neck after breaking through the defense.

Before the remaining three fighters had time to react, they crushed the criminal's throat!
"You are!"

At last a Chaos Space Marine felt something, but his words never had a chance to speak.

Calvin's huge body appeared in front of him at a speed that was difficult for him to react, and his helmet was smashed flat with just one punch.

The neck armor has lost its airtightness due to deformation, and it is still screaming sharply, but the servo has lost the life signal of the owner of the power armor...

It is impossible to describe the details of the battle, but in the pupils under the frowning brows of the midnight lords in the sky, the tragedy of the stumped limbs and arms is reflected.

"what is this?"

The officer of the first sharp claw looked at the picture from the battleship solemnly, and there was a rare silence.

The vertical viewing angle made it impossible for them to effectively obtain Calvin's height and weight, so they could only choose to find first-hand video data from Dizi's channel.

However, due to the unpleasant relationship before, there is no trust between the two parties, and the communication between the war gangs has already been encrypted.

By the time the battleship finally used its own equipment advantages to decipher the channel on the ground, this short battle had long since ended, and Calvin had long since disappeared into the mountains.

"I'm going to go to the first sharp claw. This guy has psychic aptitude. I'm afraid they can't handle it."

Malthus's voice rang out from his bone-white skull-helm, in the ears of warband lord Melville DeWitt.

This Astartes warrior whose gene-seed was inherited from the Night Lords' legendary Librarian Talos Valkran is also a prophet with a more special status in the Legion's Librarian and warband.

When his will was determined, Melvis, as the leader of the war gang, couldn't easily stop him.

"Be careful, don't let the crow peck your paw."

Melvis thought that Calvin was the champion of scolders, and he still complained heartlessly to Malthus.

But what he didn't know was that it was precisely because of the arrival of this think tank with a high degree of understanding of the whole regiment that Calvin really had the opportunity to board the battleship, which sounded the death knell of the entire warband.

The battle on the ground was coming to an end, the three Astartes had no results except for Arnold, and the other two were injured in exchange for their lives, which stopped the pursuing Astartes.

Calvin had already returned to the vicinity of the main force of the warband led by Teresi.

Under his deliberate inducement, these Chaos Space Marines thought that they had finally surrounded him, and that the battle could be ended only by the final siege.

The Night Lords had lost their patience and started descending from the sky.

They made up their minds to put an end to this tedious show, and to complete the last rites by taking their spoils with their own hands, in front of their brothers.

Calvin in the ruins also saw the falling meteor in the sky, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and let go of his heart that had been hanging.

After a hard performance, his hard work was not in vain. When these righteous masters couldn't help but start to appear on the stage, then his patience could finally end.

Calvin couldn't forget the scene of the Battle Sister's sacrifice, just as he was destined to carry on with the belief of every dead comrade in arms.

He put away the medals he took off from the nuns, and then walked towards the direction where the night lords landed, and walked out of the ruins.

"What are you here for? To snatch the fruits of our victory?"

Teresi stood in front of Malthus, and the emperors behind him were slowly lining up, confronting the bats who got off the airship.

Tensions are simmering, but the Night Lords look reassured with the support of their battleships.

"Only what you get is yours. Besides, even if you get something, it's not impossible to change the owner, isn't it?"

Malthus looked at Trish and said calmly, as if what he was talking about was not the spoils between the Astartes, but an insignificant thing.

The midnight lords behind him have already started to form, taking the nearby commanding heights away from the emperor one by one.

A few of the vanguard soldiers even disappeared under the shroud of psionic energy, probing into the interior of the ruins.

The Thunderhawk that had released its personnel had also taken off again, and under the background of the warships lowered in the sky, it began to circle in a low-altitude demonstration.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Trish couldn't hide his anger, just as he couldn't hide his incompetence.

Even if it is for the continuation of the battle group, he also understands that after this retreat, he must have no prestige when he returns to the subspace, and he will soon face challenges from his colleagues one after another.

"Then...it's not something that people like you need to worry about."

Malthus is too lazy to talk to this kind of waste, and Malthus, who is also a member of the Chaos Warband, knows exactly what his fate will be.

He looked at Trish for a few seconds with the eyes of a dying person, and then, with a slight smile from behind the visor, he directly passed his body and walked towards the ruins.

"Alert! There is a high-energy ether reaction!"

In the depths of the ruins in the eyes, there is a dazzling psychic light!

The staff in his hand became red and hot under the stimulation of this force!

The snowflake-like runes in the helmet's eyepiece formed a scarlet alarm, instantly filling his sight!

But before Malthus could react, the Thunderhawk hovering behind him fell with black smoke along with a flash of platinum lightning that tore his liver and gallbladder apart!

Malthus forced his emotions to remain stable, but his slightly trembling hands proved his shock at this time.

At some point, the huge subspace position covered dozens of kilometers in the vicinity, and the terrifying pressure distorted his vision, as if he had returned to the time when he first came into contact with the mighty power of the gods.

what is that?
How could there be such a powerful spiritual response?
What are they up against?
The group of wizards that the Empire hid in the Court of the Astronomical Torch?

impossible!
The barrier between the Empire and the Warp is so fragile today, and the power of the ether is so active even in reality!
How could these sorcerers who managed to survive by guarding that rotting corpse dare to appear outside the palace city?
what would that beAnother messenger of the gods?
But how could there be such an existence that appeared near them, but they didn't know anything about it?
The soldiers who entered the ruins before were undoubtedly in danger.

Malthus also had no time to pay attention to their life and death. He exchanged glances with Trish, who was also dignified behind him, to confirm that neither of them knew the situation here.

What could that be?
Could it be the Scarlet Prince himself coming?

　Ask for a ticket for the second watch, and another: I wrote so slowly, don't wait for me to watch the third watch, it's probably late at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)