Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 281 Preparations in Two Directions

"How long is it until zero hour?"

This is the same question Calvin and Moloch ask in different places.

The star sector "Phase Eleven" where the Velasco galaxy is located is the remaining product of the division of the two star sectors after respectively responding to the wars from Chaos and the Orcs.

Before it became a pilgrimage route to the world of Ophelia 7, the bishop world "Cold Veil" was just one of the countless worlds ruled by silence and poverty in the Storm Star Field.

"There are still 22 hours."

The plague champion muttered in a low voice, the phlegm stuck in his half-dissolved throat like a stubborn nail, no matter how loud his voice was, he ignored the dirty exhaust gas and stuck in place.

His tall body became even more swollen after converting to his benevolent father, and the flesh filled with corruption squeezed the corroded power armor from the inside out, until the soft armor on the abdomen was squeezed.

"boom!"

Like a bottle of expired champagne, after the dull sound, another mouth with self-will appeared on his body.

The moment the green intestine exploded, it seemed that he had aesthetically identified with his loving father. This connective tissue was activated into a long blood-red tongue, which could not wait to protrude from the mouth of his abdomen, tasting the air of the real universe.

"I hate this time! It's neither 21 nor 28. I can't imagine what we're here for my grandfather."

He circled around twice again, complaining to his colleagues around him.

The invasion of the Virax system came at the whim of the Voyager, the rebel in Mortarion's eyes, who apparently had some special news somewhere.

He ordered his Plague Champion Fidel to lead a small team of Death Guard to infiltrate here.

After seizing this bishop's world, use the remains of the saint buried in it to complete further sacrilegious rituals, tearing down the barriers of reality and summoning him here himself.

Before the invasion, the plague was quietly arranged in the starports leading to various planets, and their raids also occurred after the chaos pollution occurred in various places.

The bishop here obviously underestimated the seriousness of the pollution, and hastily dispatched a small number of defense troops. As a result, when the death guards descended from the sky on moss-covered death claws, there was not even a regiment of troops around him.

The bishop's fate was of course tragic. The Lasguns of the Defense Forces were no threat to the Death Guard, and even the shots under the overload of the batteries were nothing more than a breeze.

They were eventually tortured to death one by one by the Death Guard, and after death, their souls were trapped in the rotting corpses, serving as a power source for polluting the bones of the saints.

Seven Seven 49 days of pollution was about to be completed, and with the last 22 hours left, I received a communication from my boss.

On the creaking pile of bones, a demon that looked like a great unclean man but was small in size crawled out from the shadow of the warp.

It glanced at Fidel and the death guard behind him, and the old and evil voice said from the mouth full of sharp teeth and maggots:
"I have news from the Traveler."

"Oh? Oh!" Fidel was stunned for a moment, then reacted under the gaze of the demon, and pulled out the body of the bishop from the pile of corpses wrapped in creepers under his feet.

The poor guy's body has almost completely dissolved, like a bag made of human skin, full of everything he once had.

"Kill me... the end..." His cloudy eyes with only a layer of cornea left looked at the demon approaching in front of him, and he struggled to convey his consciousness with his soul.

"Pain! Death! Struggle!"

The devil sighed, then split his mouth to be bigger than his body, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Forehead!"

The demon's small body was full of malleability that violated common sense. After swallowing the corpse, it blinked and then began to mutate horribly.

A tree that was repeatedly entangled between withering and sprouting grew from his body. While several rust-colored roots were spreading downward, a huge pomegranate also grew on its head.

When the tree tumor grew to the size of a human head, a familiar face from Fidel began to appear from under the burst wooden skin on the tree tumor:
"Fidel..."

A distant voice came from the mouth of the person in front of him, and the plague champion in front of him also sensed its majesty, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

"You're too slow! Grandfather's favor doesn't rest on the lazy!"

"I tried my best..." The plague champion's body trembled slightly, obviously, even though thousands of miles away, he was still afraid of the owner of the voice.

But that's all he has in his hands. It's already the limit of his ability to go through the empire's heavy defenses all the way to get here, and successfully find the target.

"I don't want to hear any excuses!"

The face on the burl interrupted his words furiously. This person who is also a special existence in the Death Guard obviously has more plans on this planet.

Driving a demon of Nurgle as a courier is not cheap, and Fidel's slow progress has become too much for him to have, and this conversation has come about.

"How much time is left!"

Traveler Typhus suppressed his anger, and the projection on the burl simultaneously transmitted his words and emotions.

"21 hours and 49 minutes..." The plague champion replied with his head down. This delicate time made Typhons on the other side of time and space feel a little happy.

"21 hours? Too slow!"

Calvin frowned and looked at Alan Janus in front of him, giving his attitude.

"That's impossible! It will take nearly a day for us to reach the Cold Veil, and then? How long will it take us to reach Velax?"

"Then..." Allen was waiting for this sentence, and took advantage of the opportunity to propose the plan he had prepared.

"We can separate from the fleet, give up jumping from the vicinity of the icy veil, and instead point the target directly at Velax. In this way, the time saved between going out and entering is nearly a day."

"your opinion?"

Calvin passed the plan into Nicholas' hands, and he had no reason to stop it.

"Then do this! Notify the fleet members, the Retribution Angel... well, and the Interstellar Labyrinth is temporarily out of sequence. We will meet at the next fleet node!"

"Your will!"

Allen got a satisfactory answer, turned and walked towards the bridge.And Calvin also turned to the maintenance hall, and began to make advance preparations for the assembly of troops.

In the empty hall of the chapel, only the lonely figure of Nicholas was left, and he was still choking on half a sentence.

"The speech on the icy veil? Alas..."

Well, he actually knew the scene in front of him, and there was a high probability that this pair of master and servant had specially prepared it for him.

Calvin's military style made him instinctively resist attending public occasions, and his previous identity belonged to a secret unit, so he naturally did not have this responsibility.

But now he is standing at the top of the empire's power, and his public responsibilities to guide the subjects of the empire are also an extremely important part.

Nicholas never thought that he would be able to reverse Calvin's thinking in a short time, but this speech with the bishop's cold veil in the world was indeed his carefully prepared attempt.

"Next time, it's still early anyway..."

He shook his head, glanced at the direction where the two masters and servants who had "fleeed victoriously" disappeared, and then started his heavy work again.

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(End of this chapter)