Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 282 Encounter, Virax

In the endless darkness and distorted subspace, two strike cruisers belonging to the Astartes quietly left the sequence of the Grand Fleet after the astropaths projected each other's will.

Although Lieutenant Admiral Ollivander, the admiral of the fleet, had objections, considering Calvin's special status as a member of the Inquisition Court, he should not be too concerned about his whereabouts.

The two battleships stopped in the subspace for a while, waiting for the navigators to refer to the information in their hands and compare the small but clear astronomical torch in the direction of Terra, looking for the human territory named Verax.

When the punctuation mark representing the star system of Verax was found by the Navigator, the warship's warp engine was fully powered again.

This kind of process happens every moment in the vast territory of the human empire, and it is precisely because of this that the existence of the emperor is perceived by countless subjects of the empire.

The Astronomican is the Emperor's Eye, and every human ship sailing in the warp is bearing the Emperor's silent grace.

Under the background that he has not appeared in the eyes of the people of the empire for nearly ten thousand years, the subjects of the empire are witnessing and believing in this master who has been quietly guarding them through the faint light of the star torch.

The emperor's favor does not need to be conveyed in words;

The Emperor's Blessing has always been with me.

The psychic chant class on the Angel of Retribution was doing their daily work, and during the quiet voyage of the warp, the entire battleship regularly rang their chant every morning and evening.

The magnificence and epic sense of St. Gregory's chant brought tears to the eyes of every lucky listener.

The beliefs and praises that come from the depths of the soul are all praising the pure and great spirit of the human race represented by the emperor.

This is also the time when the Gray Knights perform daily prayers of purity for self-purification.

Including pharmacists and technical sergeants, more than three hundred gray knights wore blessed holy armor;
In order of their respective military ranks and seniority, they quietly held the halberd of punishment representing their spirits, waiting for Calvin, the leader, to start the ceremony.

They meditated on their past in the holy chants of the choir, and tortured themselves over and over again under the silent gaze of many martyrs and emperor icons in the chapel.

What are we born for?

By the emperor's order.

What are we fighting for?

Because of the ambition of the emperor!
What is the ambition of the emperor?

Only die to the Emperor's vision!
What is the Emperor's Vision?
Only bless the existence of mankind!

When the last chant ended with the ringing of the chapel bell, they, along with Calvin standing in front of them, slowly raised their heads with their eyes closed and meditating.

Witnessed by the Emperor and the saints, they once again reiterated their mission and beliefs, and knelt down on one knee in unison before the Emperor's icon:
"I am the hammer of the world!"

"Huh! Drink! I am the hammer of the world!"

Nicholas and his colleagues stood quietly in the small auditorium specially designated for them.

These shadows of the emperor in fine gold armor were also praying their own prayers in a quiet atmosphere.

The airflow in the distant corridor was quiet and warm. After being filtered by the air of Achilles' power armor, they could also smell the smell of the censer in the air.

They also opened their eyes from meditation when the breeze brought the vows from next door.The rose-red eyepiece slowly lit up on the golden visor, and the emperor's angel returned to the world again.

"Let's go, to meet our kin. The Emperor's Children are still young, and our mission must continue."

Nicholas said softly, slightly stamped the heavy model halberd in his hand, and then took the lead to walk out.

The artificial sunlight on the dome of the auditorium hangs down like silk, and their golden figures also reflect more brilliant light through these rays of light;
The face of the Emperor has never changed, watching them with pity;

With clanging steps, He watched these children off and disappeared out of sight...

On the capital of the Virax system, the filth of evil still spreads.

The vanguard of the Plague Legion, Plague Champion Fidel and his Death Guard, still collect the bodies and souls of the dead and the less fortunate.

Under the crucible that polluted the bones of the saints, more and more souls served as firewood.

And as the way of the evil god is performed on the earth, the authority he possesses becomes more prominent.

The distance between subspace and reality is endlessly narrowing, and the plague garden of the evil god Nurgle and the world named after the saint Vilax are also beginning to overlap on both sides of the universe.

The first company commander of the Plague Legion, who is also the No. 1 legion in the Death Guard except for the Primarch of the Fallen Gene and the Demon Prince Mortarion, is waiting anxiously for each other in the warp.

This Chaos Lord and Plague Lord named Typhon, who called himself Typhons after the fall, was walking in the realm of Nurgle holding the famous evil artifact in his hand-the Human Reaper.

He wanted too much to obtain the remains of the saints buried under this planet. In this bishop world called Verax, the remains of hundreds of imperial saints were hidden in the catacombs of the cathedral.

He wants to further strengthen the power in his hands by desecrating and polluting these holy existences;
And only if he has more power, can he create more death and plague in the country ruled by the false emperor.

That is his long-standing goal and ideal. In his heart, only by faithfully practicing the Tao and righteousness of his grandfather can he gain his grandfather's favor.

Twice he had ignored the call of his genetic father, Lord Mortarion of the Plague Legion.

Hearing the call from the Warp made him feel that his Gene-Father didn't have a strong need for his plans.

This gave him the courage to refuse, though he privately scoffed at Mortarion's melancholy and stubbornness;

But grandfather, he cannot, and dare not, reject the coercive edict of a demon prince.

"Wait...just wait..."

The Lord of the Flies looked at the swarm of flies flying around him, ignored the death guards who were far away, and muttered words that others could not understand.

With the small subspace gap being torn open and the death guards of the brigade rushing to reality, he still needs more patience and restraint to wait for the portal that is enough for him to pass through to take shape.

The sacrilegious ceremony officially reached its climax after the arrival of the Death Guard's reinforcements.

The blasphemous words and strange call signs that resounded through the clouds have already polluted the atmosphere of Verax into a dark green color.

In the subspace in the galaxy and in the sacrificial ceremony in the atmosphere, the accumulated power reaches the peak at the same time.

Typhus, the Lord of the Flies, also appeared in the territory of Verax at the same time as the Angel of Retribution and the Star Labyrinth above the starry sky.

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(End of this chapter)