Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 286
The battle outside the cathedral is still going on, but after losing the supreme commander, Nurgle's army is no longer able to organize a new offensive, and naturally there are no more threats.

The surrounding gray knights are still following the established rhythm, seemingly slowly and quickly launching attacks on the rebels and death guards in the center.

Calvin walked through the vast ruins and charred vegetation of his own making, stepping forward to explore with heavy steps.

The group of corpses along the way had already been wiped out by the aftermath of the battle just now, and only one or two survivors of the death guard stood in front of Calvin for the final resistance.

The warhammer and lightning claws in the silver giant's hands were shining again, seemingly simple to wave, but what was hidden was terrifying power and a rhythm that couldn't be dispatched.

No Death Guard could block a blow.

Under the lightning claws that were swung more than ten times a second, the human sword was shattered, which was a relatively decent ending;
The most tragic end is to be touched by the psionic crystal on the Warhammer "Mission" and become dust that disintegrates under the huge inertial potential energy.

Oh, don't worry about pollution, even if it's dust, it's psionic burnt dust.

Just like his widely sung title of "Ambassador of Ashes", where Calvin passed on the battlefield today, only ashes can indeed be left behind.

Stepping over the corpse of the remnant enemy, Calvin moved forward all the way. At the bottom of a deep pit tens of meters away, he saw the result of his battle—the remnant of Typhons from the scorched glass-like soil.

A huge piece of golden hand bone was broken at the wrist, and the little flesh and blood on it was burning in the platinum flame.

The body clenched in the huge palm, like the palm, was squeezed and deformed by the previous thunder hammer, and some of them have experienced the calcination of flames.

The green on the distorted power armor was burned through, revealing the color of the bottom ceramic steel;
There is not much remaining flesh and blood left, only the deep part of the chest cavity remains.When the climax of the flame passed, the rest of it slowly tried to grow again...

"A sad remnant, a respectable vitality..."

Calvin stepped forward, kicked the palm which was the same height as himself, and then swung the hammer to purify the remaining wreckage.

In the depths of the distant subspace, the great demon under the big tree in the Garden of Nurgle once again cried sadly. This melancholy fat man looked at his right hand that had just formed and turned into thick water, and knew that the price he had paid this time was not worth it for the time being. came back.

"I'm so stupid... Really. I just knew he was in trouble, but I didn't expect to put myself in it..."

The big demon grabbed a wooden spoon with his remaining left arm and stirred it randomly in the huge cauldron;

The inexperienced stirring rhythm made the nutrient reaction in the crucible even more chaotic. The Nurglings jumping up and down around him all put their hands on their chests quietly, staring nervously at the edge of the huge crucible, the thick layer of dirt accumulated by the epidemic , all began to crack and fall off.

"Failed again..."

The big demon simply threw the wooden spoon on the open space beside him, and he collapsed under the big tree planted by his grandfather.

The price he paid for the failed rescue this time far exceeded expectations. The loss of part of the essence is not only a matter of time recovery, but even some long-term plans will be affected.

It doesn't feel sorry for its own loss, but when it thinks that it can't create a better plague for the Father, the tears full of maggots and bacteria can't stop shedding.

The Nurglings couldn't quite understand the emotions of this big guy, but the new big devil's tears were definitely delicious food, so the Nurglings swarmed onto its head, and were thrown away by him again.

This farce lasted for a long time, until the appearance of Mortarion, it was considered to be over.

"Typhus, dead?"

Mortarion's messenger, like himself, is an oversized moth.With compound eyes taking up most of its head and narrow mouthparts, it hummed Mortarion's questions at Ko'gath.

"Dead... the kind that is so thorough that even my grandfather can't save it..."

When the fat man, who is emotionally occupied by depression, thinks of Typhus, he thinks of his lost hand, and when he thinks of his lost hand, he thinks of his delayed career, and when he thinks of his delayed career, he thinks of his destruction of his father's masterpiece...

Guilt once again occupied its brain, and the sky in the garden began to respond to its emotions, preparing for another green rain of disease...

"Stop! Stop!"

Mortarion has been with it for too long, knowing that once this guy falls into emo, it will be endless.

As best he could, his messenger gave Koogath a pinch from his tail.

The latter woke up from the severe pain and the abscess on the scalp, happily covering his head and enjoying the experience of the epidemic;
The former was infected by the disease on Kugas, so he could only finish Mortarion's words as soon as possible before it completely festered:
"Who did it? Tell me! I don't know what big moves the Black Legion has made recently near the Eye of Terror? At whose hands did he die? I will avenge him!"

"Not the Eye of Terror..." Kugath answered Mortarion's question, twitching his nose.

"Where is that?" Mortarion suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He has recently been preparing for a plan for which the seeds that were scattered throughout the Imperium of Man centuries ago are beginning to revive.

A large number of cultists who believe in the Lord of Life, the God of Agriculture, the God of Rain, etc. have begun to operate in remote areas of the Storm Star Field.

Small-scale sacrifices were being carried out in secret, and the Tribunal followed in their footsteps and wiped them out one by one.

This is all Mortarion's handwriting. He doesn't feel sorry for the sacrifices of these believers. In his eyes, as long as these mortals can achieve his purpose, they are honored enough.

On the opposite side of the subspace of the Storm Starfield, a large number of sacrifices dedicated to the loving father have been accumulated at this time.

These souls and emotions are exactly what he prepared for the appearance of the Warp Storm and the Grand Fleet.And a gift to a loving father.

Although he had always been at odds with him as a traitor, Mortarion had never really held grudges against Typhons, and even when he heard the news of his death in battle, Mortarion was sad for at least two seconds!
He didn't really want revenge when he asked Kugath, but when he heard that Typhus didn't die in the Eye of Terror, a premonition that his hometown was stolen climbed up his back...

"Storm Starfield." Kugath said, but he didn't wait for Mortarion's answer for a long time.

It looked suspiciously at the moths that were not clean, wondering why Mortarion unilaterally hung up the communication.

"Sinister!!!"

When Mortalaan heard the word Storm Starfield, he felt bad; he instantly turned his consciousness to the passageway to sacrifice to his loving father in the mortal world, and the souls that had piled up there disappeared as expected.

He recalled Kugas's expression just now, and he didn't seem to be heartbroken for losing his arm at all; once the entry and exit were settled, all the puzzle pieces were placed back in their positions.

"Nizi! I'll kill you!!"

In the realm of Nurgle, on the track of the corrupt garden world, there is Mortara'an's angry howl, which resounded over and over again on the former "Perseverance"...

　One more.Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)