Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 201 Near and Far, Planning and Destruction

"Ash... In the endless light and heat, only the final ashes will be left..."

In the endless subspace, more than one pair of eyes woke up for Calvin's first cry.

For the first time, he exercised the complete Primarch-level power, and after a difficult release of the truly "tactical-level" power, he finally touched the perception of those real authorities in the realm of chaos.

"what is this?"

In the kingdom of the God of Life, which has no physical size, at the junction of dream and reality, a unique oak tree is endlessly changing between life and death.

While Calvin's power shone across the far shore of reality, Mortarion was waking up from the slumber bestowed by his loving father Nurgle under the twisted trunk of this huge, twisted sacred tree.

His mossy, mossy, chapped skin has sprung up from curled fissures, wet plague pustules and fluids bubbling beneath the skin;
The dust-like spores in the shriveled alveoli rushed out of the mouth and nose with a hoarse sound, spreading the deadly plague in the air again.

The skinny and big hands with no muscles and only skin and bones tightly grasped the war scythe called "Death Silence".

"What is this? A compromise? Or is it another pointless struggle on your part?"

Like just waking up from an old dream that traveled through the long night, the corners of the mouth that had lost its flexibility were cracked and broken.

But he ignored the pain, and still whispered to himself:

"This time, what kind of monster did you create for your stupidity?
psionic?

Purify?
Redemption?

How ridiculous!

How sad!

But no matter what, I will personally cut off his head as a reward and answer to you!

my father! "

As his 7-meter-high inhuman body stood upright, the insect wings shrunk behind him like a broken curtain suddenly unfolded!

The spore wave carrying the plague and virus and the hot and humid air were spread to every land on the planet by the power of his hatred!
In the distant sky, the shadow of a huge green battleship covered with moss and fungus approached from the sky, piercing through the barrier of gray fog and approaching the land full of corruption and mutation.

That was his bodyguard—the 26 god-chosen champions in Pale Shroud, the team that came to greet him after feeling his awakening.

There are dark green raindrops falling from the sky, and while the dense fog temporarily dissipates under the washing of the rain, with every drop of rain, new species emerge from the ground but die instantly.

Under the projection of the battleship's empty head compartment like a tree seed, twenty-six tall Astartes warriors gathered in front of him holding the huge scythe that represented death like their father.

"Where's Typhus? Still in the Eye of Terror?"

All the death shrouds did not answer, acquiescing to his guess in silence.

"Okay, then Zaratul, oh... this name. I should remember his..."

Mortarion inspected his remaining twenty-six favorite children, recalling something in their puzzled eyes.

The existence represented by that name has now completely dissipated in the long river of fate, and even with the help of his loving father's mighty power, he still cannot find traces of the past.

He lowered his pale head in pain, but he couldn't find the answer he was looking for in this familiar feeling.

"Pain, well, pain is my fate. Let's go... I may remember something wrong... But anyway, we have new things to do..."

In the more distant kingdom of the gods, there are also demon princes or demon princes, awakened by Calvin's power.

Because of their different positions and bloodlines, they were either happy or angry with Calvin's existence.

But coincidentally, they are all gathering in the timeless silence of the gods in the name of fate and conspiracy...

Calvin was still standing alone on the bridge of the Pale Wing, thinking alone as the battleship moaned in agony after his devastation.

He didn't immediately feel any threat:
Because of his special origin, the essence of his power is more inclined to sort out fate, and to draw conclusions about the results of reality. (Extremely long sentence, I am afraid that you will struggle to read, so I forcibly added a comma. This is a manifestation of my lack of writing skills. Forgive me.)
The prediction of the future in his psychic power was almost completely sealed off.

Unlike other psykers who peek into the future without possibilities, Calvin has an intuitive judgment on the different directions that specific options will lead to only when a critical moment comes.

He is now paying the price for his reckless anger.

The verdict formed by the full-strength attack just now was so terrifying that his body was also damaged.

That was the first time his body had been fully exerted since he entered adolescence.

The consequences of the soul's full response are not just immediate destruction.

Even he himself can hardly bear the blessing of such mighty power.

Black and red veins of blood flowed out of his nostrils unstoppably, and while wetting his clothes, they also pooled on the floor full of embers.

"Well……"

Calvin held his forehead in pain.

The bitter fruit of reckless behavior is demanding the price from him, and a large number of dead cells in the brain stem are silently accusing him in the dripping black blood in front of him.

He wanted to rest, but the surface of the planet was clearly visible from the porthole of the battleship.

There was a new subspace response at the Manzeville point in the distance. He knew that the delay was going on, and the enemies who came back were coming in a blink of an eye.

"go!"

He took a last look at the scene of the tragedy he had created on the bridge, then looked out the window and locked on the top of a Hive City tower.

The spiritual energy that was forcibly raised again filled his tall but sluggish body, and then disappeared in the silver teleportation light.

And the moment he just disappeared, the fully charged gunfire of the fleet that appeared in the subspace had already filled the entire battleship's shell.

Inside the bow of the Chaos battleship that had just escaped from the subspace, the technical priest watched as several waist-thin cables were connected to the main gun with the help of a crane.

"The No. [-] energy cable is connected! You can fire!"

He fed back in the direction of the bridge on the comm channel.

The efficiency of the bridge is much faster than usual.

Before he put down the communication ball, the confirmed order followed.

"Allow fire!"

"Allow to fire!" He looked at the gunner behind the anti-radiation bunker, and the other party was also holding the switch in his hand tightly, and shook it hard under his command.

"boom!"

The plasma, which is said to be able to penetrate everything, is instantly generated in the barrel of the Nova Cannon several kilometers long. The high temperature and high pressure are forced into a torrent in the narrow barrel, and then shoot towards the muzzle.

A jet of tens of meters in thickness spanned the space, flying from the bow of the battleship to the hull of Pale Wing.

After melting through the tens of meters thick armor of the battleship in an instant, it melted down the empty cabins.

Six wounds the size of houses appeared on the battleships without shields activated, and more artillery fire and lightning strikes were brewing in the fleet's subsequent attack waves.

"Cable group one is cooling down! Group two is ready!"

The mechanical priest nervously commanded the members of the weapon array of the bow nova cannon:

The first team that had just fired was using a crane to tear the red and hot cables off the gun barrel;
And the second fire team behind them couldn't wait to pull up the functional cables they were in charge of and started hoisting towards the joint of the gun barrel.

"Self-inspection for the first time! No problem!"

"Self-inspection for the second time! No problem!"

"Self-inspection for the third time! No problem!"

The mechanical priest watched with satisfaction the members of the weapon team working in an orderly manner. After everyone confirmed, he gave feedback to the bridge again:

"Cable No. [-] in place, Nova Cannon ready to fire!"

"Allow fire!"

boom!
The low-frequency vibration reverberated in the cannon chamber again.

Facing the hazards of high-energy radiation from the Nova Cannon, the mechanical priest's orders were still resounding.

The background is the pale wings that have melted into a mass of scrap iron under the starry sky in the distance, and the first cable that has not cooled down in the nearby gun room and the third cable that is already on standby...

　One more.Ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)