Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"Get rid of the false emperor! Clean up the galaxy!"

The giant in the brass battle armor let out a deafening roar, and swung the blood-red and brass-inlaid battle ax vigorously.

The crimson eyepieces on the ferocious brass helmet are shining, and the heavy steel plates are moaning wherever the heavy footsteps pass.

Facing this horror was another equally tall silver-armored giant.

The distance of tens of meters came in an instant, and the soldier didn't even fluctuate in his breathing rate. His slow but freehand defensive movements showed that he chose to face this terrifying impact head-on.

The right hand holding the shield slowly released the heavy shield, and the moment the long and narrow sword hilt was held by both hands, a silver cassock rose from the giant's feet!

boom!
The ax clashed with the blade, and the frantically turning gears bit the equally strong blade.

The two subconsciously pressed their centers of gravity forward, and felt the approach of each other's strength in the groans of the floor under their feet.

The two figures who changed their attack in an instant pulled into afterimages in the eyes of ordinary people, and the high-speed friction between the blade of the weapon and the armor brought sparks at the starting point.

The rhythm of the battle switched back and forth between the two of them in a fast and slow way. The tomahawk and epee were swung with heavy afterimages, and overlapped into a static picture during the occasional wrestling.

Three breaths, this is the fighting rhythm that truly belongs to melee combat with cold weapons.

The physical fitness, experience and physical talent brought about by training are fully magnified at this moment, and any slight deficiency among the three will cause the head of the weak to be taken away in an instant.

Three breaths is what can be called a long time in most real battles. In Gein's real fights, there has never been a fair existence after manual intervention.

However, this battle is an exception. Gladiatorial fights in iron cages are not fighting on the battlefield. The carefully selected targets are more for the purpose of some research than to allow the target's skills to be trained in a targeted manner.

Both sides fighting with all their strength are struggling to breathe, and Superman's lungs are being violently expanded to extract the oxygen in the air with all their strength.

Both of them confirmed the rare closeness of each other's strength in the few seconds of fighting. Since they couldn't complete a crushing beheading, the battle was about to turn into a long confrontation.

That's not what they want, neither the choosers nor the chosen.

The two of them opened the distance back at the same time, and while they were panting and recovering their strength, they opened up enough space for the next thunder strike.

dead!
The golden-red figure exploded again, with waist-thick arms waving a hundred-pound tomahawk as light as nothing, launching an offensive abruptly at the end of breathing adjustment.

The silver-armored giant frowned and looked at the oncoming slash. The stronger momentum than before was obviously the result of intentional concealment.

From a tactical point of view, he did successfully interrupt the rhythm of his own breathing, but to say that the gray knight only has this kind of skill is to underestimate his accumulation.

At the critical moment, the epee was held by both hands again, and the strength of the giant's whole body was gathered in both hands in the posture of standing upright.

At the moment when there was no time to go, he did not retreat but advanced, striding forward at the same time, the epee was charged in an instant, and he stretched his hands forward and folded his wrists to exert force, so as to deliver a precise and powerful thunder strike forward.

drink!
The battle ax passed over the silver armor giant's low-lying helmet, and finally fell powerlessly after rubbing against the upper end of the shoulder armor;

The opponent's forward-looking epee hit the neck of the power armor, and a small range of slashes separated the head it guarded from the neck.

The battle ended here, and the tall silver-armored giant looked at the headless corpse slowly kneeling in front of him, and slowly recovered his posture.

The violent panting was the only source of sound in this fighting cage, and even the spectators outside the iron cage remained strangely quiet.

Of course, this is just an appearance, the real cheers and appreciation do not rely on air transmission, the subtle spiritual energy fluctuations among the giants surrounded in the hall are their home field.

"A clean sword! But there is an element of adventure."

This is the team's arbiter's evaluation of Calvin.

"The explosive power of dual wielding weapons is commendable, but I still think your shield and sword skills are more secure."

This is an affirmation from battle brother Boris.

More comments appeared orderly in the psychic channel, and the protagonist of the battle took off his sweaty helmet after the fierce battle.

"Okay, I understand your point of view."

The young figure raised his hands to his comrades, to signify that the talk of the battle was over.

While confirming the results of the training to the machine servants around him, he complained countless times in the psionic channel:
"In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, I accept your advice, but please pay attention, please call me Sir Sutherland, and stop calling me Calvin!"

"Yes, little Calvin!"

It is obviously not the first time that the comrades have encountered this scene, and the speed of their response shows that they are persistent and proficient in this topic.

There are rare joys other than iron and blood in the training ground, and the price is a young man who is troubled by his name...

This is the Titan mother star near the sacred Terra, thousands of meters underground, the training ground for the Gray Knights dedicated to actual combat simulation.

Most of the captives of the Inquisition and the Gray Knights during their battles were here. Apart from waiting for their doomed death as atonement, they also laid the foundation for the growth of the newborn Gray Knights, which is also the little value left by these traitors.

Due to the fact that some existing bloodlines are too excellent, the originally expected 50-year cultivation cycle on the Titan mother star was greatly advanced.

The super-planned growth of the gene seeds and the attached superhuman organs made the pharmacists feel happy for the increase of the war group while bearing the unexpected work pressure.

It was against this background that the first batch of Calvin's sons bred on Titan came to the world five years ahead of schedule.

In the first batch of 98-person list, except for two unfortunate people who could not inherit Calvin's blood and were burned to ashes, the remaining [-] seeds all successfully survived the Holy Blood Trial.

The Chief Grand Mentor, Walden, stood on the high corridor of the training ground, with Mars, the leader of the Purifiers, by his side.

"How many materials are left in this batch?"

Walden didn't wear a helmet, and the huge power armor of the Holy Shield Terminator was full of complicated and exquisite inscriptions and engravings.

The holy prayers were written on the parchment under the chaste seals with pure gold as the pen, and the ashes of the saints as ink, and finally melted and fixed on the curved surface of the silver-black shoulder armor carved with runes.

Under this kind of cold and sacred armor, his old face looked quite abrupt, like an angel pierced by divinity and steel, retaining a little human soul in the sacred.

"56, counting the one that was "used" just now, there are still 55."

Mars, the high-level purifier, answered his brother's inquiry in a low voice. In his pure to fiery belief, these traitors who devoted themselves to chaos are no longer qualified to be human beings, and they are only worthy of being counted by "only" to describe demons and beasts .

The top brass of the two warbands didn't care about their lives either.

In the eyes of Mars, the Lord of Purification, it is unnecessary for the chief mentor to care about the recruits, and there is obviously another purpose.

Apart from the slightly immature combat skills of these recruits, the only thing that can attract the attention of the battle group's senior management is the origin of these "training materials".

The fact is exactly as he expected, the topic of the mouth of the great mentor Walden is also extended along these spoils from Orpheus.

"The war there should be over."

"Yes, according to the available information, it should be so."

"This is a great victory for the Empire over Chaos and Aliens."

Walden reconfirmed, but Mars did not see a look of joy on his eyebrows.

"With the Emperor's blessing, yes." He whispered back, waiting for Walden to voice his concerns.

"Great victories are bound to be accompanied by a feast of dividing up the spoils."

Walden turned his gaze to the direction of Starfield Storm, and expressed his most worried question.

"As a leader with a heavy mission, he must learn to separate himself from being a pure soldier."

"…………yes"

Mars was silent for a long time, but finally admitted the reality he didn't like.

Faith is so pure in his eyes, but the contradictions in reality cannot be resolved by faith alone.

His voice became difficult, and when this matter beyond his ability was presented, he could only trust the Emperor's eyes with absolute confidence.

"This is his mission, and it is also an area that we cannot touch."

"Yeah... that's all we can do to help him..."

Walden sighed in a low voice. In the corridor of the ancient Titan Monastery, his voice echoed heavily among the sacred sculptures.

That people only care about what they care about is not a nonsense, but a pathetic statement.

Mortals struggle with the purity of their belief in the God-Emperor, because this is the only straw they can grasp in the face of endless darkness;

Star warriors are obsessed with dedicating their bravery, so as to gain the meaning of their lives;

They can all place their troubles and confusion on their faith, and concentrate on completing their own mission without worrying about the fate of the entire human race.

Unlike the Primarchs, they had no such luck.

The demigods who existed second only to the emperor himself in the power class of these empires had a very clear color as a tool of power in the eyes of the emperor since their birth.

They also have different personalities and souls, but they didn't choose to participate in the grand cause of the Great Crusade under the mandatory order as soon as they were retrieved.

Noble bloodlines and powerful abilities have brought with them inherently heavy missions, so that how many of them are truly fascinated by the Emperor's cause;
How many people are truly willing to participate in the emperor's grand vision from the bottom of their hearts has become a mystery in the history of the empire that may never be known.

But Calvin did not have this distress, or at this time he could understand the situation of those brothers in a sense:

The complicated administrative documents are endless like an ocean, even after processing the batch in front of him, there are still more waiting for his review.

After the war, Orpheus was in disrepair, and the two huge star areas were also beginning to be rebuilt;
Soldiers who have made great achievements in the war need to be rewarded for their bravery;
Allies who donate generously when Calvin's resources are scarce also need corresponding rewards.

He is too busy to think about the meaning of being busy;

He was too tired, with almost no rest time after dozens of days of high-intensity work, even if he was as strong as a demigod, he would eventually get tired.

"Change the candles here, and I will continue to work here after my lunch break."

Calvin explained his needs to the servo skull floating behind him, then stretched his body and walked out of the office door.

The gray knights of the two guards held the halberds in their hands at the same time as the door opened, and saluted him.

The bureaucrats and department representatives waiting to be interviewed in the corridor also knelt in two rows at the first sight of him.

Calvin nodded and continued to walk outside.

The adjutant Alan who followed behind him was still confirming his next itinerary:
"You only have one hour to rest. Representatives of the star sector fleets are waiting for your reception. The fleet of Reza Forge World is about to return, and we need you to send us a final farewell."

"ok, ok, I got it."

Calvin raised his hand to stop the adjutant's report, and instead focused his limited energy on the direction he cared about:
"How is the progress of the Titan II project?

Where is the experimental sample I want?
Has the training material sent to Titan been delivered yet?
When will the latest recruits arrive in the Tempest Sector? "

Problems like raindrops came to Allen head-on, but fortunately, this excellent officer who worked hard could not be troubled.

Allen briefly recalled the list of information he noted, and then gave the relevant information progress:
"The laboratory on Titan II is almost finished, just waiting for the choir to perform the closing prayer ceremony;

The "Slaver" experimental sample has departed from Calixis and should have arrived near Cypra Mandy;

The progress of recruit training is normal. Judging from the feedback from Titan, the first batch of 98 members has received good training feedback. It is expected to arrive at Titan II within this year to enrich the guarding force there. "

Calvin stopped in his tracks and looked back at the diligent child.

"Hmm... who is responsible for the security of the experimental samples?
I've heard that the Eye of Terror hasn't been very safe lately.

These sample sizes are so small that if lost, there are few alternatives. "

"The Revilers have taken over the job, and the nearest squad has joined the Inquisition personnel, so there should be no surprises."

Allen replied that these are questions he thought of in advance, and he also made corresponding plans when dealing with them.

"Very well, you did a great job."

Calvin no longer concealed his approval of Alan's work, turned his head and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

The power armor on the latter is extremely simple, except for the holy sword logo on the breastplate on the chest where the holy scriptures are stored, there is only the Orpheus battle pattern on the shield on the left shoulder as an embellishment.

This gap in qualifications is the common ground of the sons of Calvin, and it is also a proof of their lack of honor as the new generation of gray knights.

But this is not important in Calvin's eyes. Seniority is only one of the ways to prove ability and loyalty, but it is by no means the only way.

What's more, under his leadership, he has absolute confidence to fill these gaps one by one in the days to come.