Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 200 Excommunication
Pale Wing is still keeping distance from the satellite according to the inertia created by the engine.

However, whether it is external observation or internal instrument detection, it can be seen that the huge and complex ion reactor is losing thrust output visible to the naked eye after losing control.

Under DeWitt's throne, the craftsman was lowering his head to tell him clearly the dire condition of the engine room's failure.

The second Assault Talon member of the warband responsible for the hull guard reacted more quickly.

While the bridge is still accepting this fact, they have reached the edge of the scene of the incident:

Unfortunately, their efforts cannot change this result.

The members of the team stopped abruptly at the edge of the sudden terrifying force.

Then witness those crew members being reduced to ashes under the psychic flames, without daring to go one step further.

Witnessing death is all they can do.

The replies from Claw Squad played on DeWitt's comm channel, alternating with the voice of the mechanical priest beside him to occupy his thoughts.

The news on both sides pointed to a fact that made him unbelievable:

He and his compatriots seemed unable to go.

DeWitt is still digesting this reality.

After losing Malthus, there is no one who can advise him on the top of the war gang.

He looked at the sergeant major and the champion swordsman who were waiting for orders under the throne, but none of them could be trusted.

He really wanted to give himself more time to think, but unfortunately Calvin didn't have the patience.

With the sound of tooth-piercing metal twisting, the signature low temperature and fog of subspace transmission appeared on the bridge.

Calvin's figure walked out of a silver light door in such a majestic manner, and stood in front of the midnight lords.

"You...what are you?"

DeWitt asked Calvin under the guard of a group of Astartes.

The gaze he looked at Calvin contained a lot of information in the latter's view.

"As you can imagine."

The silver light gate was dissipating, and Calvin, who had turned from virtual to real, also dissipated the light circle under his feet.

That's a little trick that high-ranking members of the Gray Knights are sure to use when teleporting:
If necessary, they can accumulate the space distortion power brought by the teleportation.

Then at the moment of reaching the destination, just pick a target that looks "pleasing to the eye" and throw it there.

The strike effect of this skill is usually very good, even if it is as strong as the Iron Dreadnought, it will be burned into coke under the strong force.

He thought that the moment he appeared, he would definitely encounter desperate resistance from the Night Lords.

This ready-to-go power is just one of his backhands. If necessary, Calvin can use more power.

"Kurz's heir, as he himself concludes, is full of uninteresting disappointments."

With a group of Astartes onlookers, in DeWitt's uncertain eyes, Calvin said so.

"presumptuous!"

Some of the recruits who were born after the rebellion didn't understand the situation, and they were furious when they heard Calvin's offensive words.

They jumped over the stationary veterans and rushed in Calvin's direction.

However, just one step beyond the boundaries of the crowd, they are like insects trapped in pine resin, struggling to freeze in the air.

Then, with the snap of Calvin's fingers, it instantly turned into a group of human-shaped bonfires burning in situ.

There are only two recruits who are slow to react, and they will not have time to step out of the invisible bottom line in the future.

They stared in horror at the sight before turning to look at the only two veterans around DeWitt.

The veterans stood there calmly, without making any unnecessary movements.

They have confirmed the dared guess from Calvin's first reply.

Then, as veterans who were lucky enough to have actually been with Midnight Ghost, they knew what they should do at this time.

They may not be afraid of death, but angering a Primarch and tormenting himself like previous resisters before he dies is the thing these villains fear most.

What the perpetrator fears most is often the same tyranny.

"I'm not lucky enough to have seen other Primarchs, and naturally I haven't seen your father."

Calvin turned around in a circle, organizing his own language, and conveying it to the ears of every soul on this battleship in a spiritual way.

On the other hand, his "psychic reproduction process" of this battleship has not stopped.

Every corner of this battleship is being incorporated into his perception, and every part and equipment is describing to him the process of their birth in silent language.

From the selection of ores to the forging of metals, from the assembly of the production line to the blessing of the machine god.

Countless information gathered from these substances like a torrent, and then rushed towards Calvin's brain.

Calvin understood that when the information was collected, the concept of that composition was the real name of the ship, and it was also what the Mechanicus called the machine soul.

And with this name, in the field of psionic energy, Calvin was tantamount to obtaining its complete ownership.

He frowned slightly, bearing the terrible pressure brought by this massive flow of information.

Also under the nervous gaze of DeWitt and others, the verdict was handed down for these losers:

"But as your father said, you are a blade that fails to be forged."

Looking at the Midnight Lord who was suppressing his anger but not moving around, he sighed with some regret:

"In the genes of each Primarch of the Emperor are more than one seed that can grow into traits.

Just like Dorn's firmness and good management, Guilliman's strategy and management, Horus' strategy and charm, Sanguinius' charm and prophecy, and Magnus' prophecy and psychic power...

Each of them has more than one outstanding quality, even your genetic father and the Raven Lord who is also proficient in the way of shadows have their own talents without exception.

But you guys... didn't inherit even a little bit?
What did "Midnight Ghost" leave on you?

I didn't see anything worth cherishing, only the tyranny that lost its original intention and was out of control!

You have long forgotten his exhortations!Abandon the original teachings of the night, and kill only for the sake of killing!
He shouldn't have any heirs like you!

He is just a stepping stone on which you sinners have survived until now!
You, have never respected the bloodline of your genetic father!
You are not worthy to carry his blood!
You, only deserve my last mercy!

In the name of the Emperor!
In the name of the Imperial Court!

In the name of the Holy Hammer Order!
I!Primarch of the Gray Knight, Calvin, excommunicate you sinners! "

As Calvin's sentence came to an end, his control of the strike cruiser, now named Pale Wing, was also completely completed.

The mechanical priest found that the servos of the battleship were offline and lost all control.

A few Night Lords with a strong will to survive were horrified to see that the escape flight deck was locked and could not be opened.

The astropath found that the ship had become extremely strange, and began to reject his touch from the very root.

The navigator found that his life support cabin was tightly locked, and any communication channel to the outside was blocked.

Even in the hidden gaps between the bottom pipes of the battleship, the aliens accumulated over the long years felt a strange threat!

But the declaration of judgment in their ears is still going on, and it has come to an end!

As Calvin spit out the last words in his mouth, the entire battleship lit up for an instant.

At that moment, a halo centered on Calvin and spread towards the entire battleship.

As the halo progressed, every part of this huge space city fell into silence.

Whether mortal or Astartes, whether psyker or mechanical priest.

Under the spread of this huge halo, they all maintained their last resistance posture and turned into countless wisps of ashes.

　Hip pulling, hahaha.

　　I worked hard yesterday and boiled myself dry.

　　The whole day today has been like an unconscious wandering spirit.

　　I'm really stretching my hips...

　　There is only one update today, let me take it easy.Hahahahahaha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)