Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 283 Hand-to-hand confrontation and unexpected changes
"Ok?"

The scale of energy stirred up by the two sides is too large. In the remote and silent galaxy of Velax, it is like two candles of different colors in the dark, which immediately attracted the attention of the other party.

"Increase the power of subspace tides!"

Typhus cried out that his ship, the Plague End, had not yet passed through the Warp portal.

Against the background of unknown forces appearing in the orbit of the planet, this not only makes his next actions likely to be suppressed, but also makes him lose the strategic mobility of the entire galaxy except the planet under his feet!
"Psionic choir! Suppress this subspace wave!"

Calvin keenly sensed the huge surge of magic flames on the surface, and it was obvious that the ceremony there had reached a critical moment.

"Never let the opponent succeed (destroy)!"

The spark of the will of the commanders of the two armies spanned hundreds of kilometers of space at this moment, and thought of a direction at the same time.

"Whether to start the excommunication trial process!"

The mortal captain of the Retribution Angel immediately asked Calvin for instructions, but Calvin eventually vetoed his proposal, considering the relics of saints buried under the Episcopal World.

The air on the quiet bridge began to stagnate. Under the watchful eyes of all the commanders, the psychic interference forces of both sides began to compete head-on.

One positive and one negative, the two forces of one silver and one green, the moment they noticed each other, they began to fight each other at the spiritual level.

Hundreds of Death Guard and an equal number of Daemons of Nurgle, surrounded by millions of Defiled, prayed at the top of their souls to the Garden of the Father.

Hundreds of psykers carefully selected and trained by the empire to link with the emperor's psychic power through the mysterious ceremony in the Astronomical Torch Court;
With the help of the psionic amplification matrix covered on the eight-kilometer-long body of the Retribution Angel;
Forcefully confront this force head-on, suppressing the increasingly huge energy tide!
After all, the strength of the flesh can't fight against the machine, and the impurities of the souls of millions of people can't compare with the purity of the magnified psionic matrix.

What's more, the difficulty of destruction is much easier than that of construction. Typhus, the Lord of the Flies, whose face was hidden under the helmet, was constantly twitching, watching the magic flame with the power of corruption dimming more and more.

With heartache, he took out a soul crystal from his waist pocket. What was imprisoned in the brilliant crystal was the soul sacrifice he had prepared for his future ascent.

Must complete his plan here!
Throwing the crystal into the cauldron on the central altar of the ceremony, Typhus watched as countless mortal souls wailed and the soul of the most worthy saint was annihilated.

The obsession with ascending the devil and the resentment of his loving father for the rewards he and Mortarion gave him after the death guard converted, have always been his heart disease.

And the veiled contempt of those Nurgle's dependents and the possibility of countless deaths in the future prophecy;

Then let this out-and-out refined egoist who has hidden greed since the day he became an Astartes;
He always hopes to be favored by Nurgle, so as to obtain the immortality that truly belongs to the devil.

The voice of prayer leading to the Nurgle Garden became loud again, and the evil god himself, who was obsessed with the evolution and mutation of the disease, finally cast his terrifying gaze here.

"Prayer before the battle!"

Calvin sensed the presence of a colossal force in the depths of the warp, and knew the threat of pollution here.

Leading a group of gray knights in the formation of the teleportation hall, they knelt down on one knee to the emperor's icon at the end of the hall.

Along with the process of concentrating on Calvin, the gray knight's psychic energy also resonated with his colleagues in the psychic chant class in the oath to the emperor.

In the direction of Terra in the subspace, the astronomical torch representing human civilization and spirit brightened up visibly with the naked eye under such a call.

The gaze belonging to the Lord of Humanity, under the prayer of his loyal warriors, is watching towards the edge of the distant Storm Starfield.

The huge body of the "Plague End", the ship that the Lord of the Flies was thinking of, finally failed to pass through the portal opened by the followers of the evil god.

As their angry eyes watched, the Warp Gate that was about to be torn apart within the galaxy was finally silenced by the Imperial soldiers' chants to the Emperor.

"It's now!"

Calvin yelled through the psionic link.

Following the flashes of the psionic matrix on the Retribution Angel, Calvin and the first hundred gray knights who were transferred disappeared into the transmission hall.

"Accept the enemy!"

Typhons lowered his raised arms with a gloomy expression, looking at the end of the evil god's protective power several kilometers away.

The failure of the Plague End's entry cast a shadow of failure on his plan.

And the flashing psychic energy fluctuations on the orbit made him see the gray knight, the exclusive force belonging to the Imperial Tribunal.

The enemy came much faster than expected, and the projections of hundreds of souls made him feel even worse.

The establishment of a company?

That is to say, there must be opponents at the level of a great teacher on the opposite side, and there must be more than two champions.

He looked to where he was, the Imperial warship's pelting of the Catacombs, saving his army from the warship's orbital bombardment.

But this kind of tolerance must have a bottom line. As long as the strike force in front of him fails to act, what awaits him will be the excommunication judgment that descends on his head.

To fight, or to go?
If they go, how to completely retreat to the other side of the subspace under the deterrence of the enemy warships has become a difficult problem today.

Typhus' eyes were shifting vaguely, just like his determination at this time.

And the unfavorable experience in the empire's territory for thousands of years finally gave him strong self-confidence.

hit!Must fight!
He wants to settle things, but he also wants to leave quickly!
A hundred gray knights are by no means invincible in his eyes, and the strength of his men is not less than this number;
As long as the tactics are allocated properly, after giving the opponent a head-on blow, he can take advantage of the sluggish response of the warships in orbit to make a leisurely turn.

He didn't think much about the details of the tactics. The death guards around him were all veterans of the Legion era, and their own qualities were enough to handle most situations;
And the blessing they received after converting to their loving father was that they became unscrupulous and fearless after gaining the terrifying ability to survive on the battlefield.

A green wave of rotting plague walkers and unhinged rebels surged forward from behind him.

Typhons held the Human Reaper upside down, and stood on the high ground outside the Virax Cathedral, watching the enemy from a distance.

Those gray knights who came after they came didn't rush to attack, but seemed to be waiting for something.

The smell on them also seemed to be different from before, the energy dissipated from their souls had something that Typhons hated.

what is it then?He was still thinking in the biting cold wind.

But in the next second, two tides of psionic energy from space orbit made his complexion change dramatically!

and also?One hundred... two hundred gray knights?
Three hundred gray knights!What's the situation!
Typhus was caught off guard by the sudden change in the situation between the enemy and us on the battlefield.

In his memory, it was the first time that the gray knights of the three companies appeared together!

Could it be that I stabbed the false emperor's ass?

His eyes have been filled with cruelty and tyranny for thousands of years, and for the first time, he was occupied by emotions representing surprise and astonishment.

At the same time, in the queue that arrived first among the gray knights in the distance, Calvin had already raised the scepter "Mission" in his hand.

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(End of this chapter)