Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 287 The Legacy of Typhus.

How long Mortarion's impotent rage lasted, presumably no one but the life that grew in the gardens of Nurgle would know.

But the undeniable reality is:
Because Typhus once again walked alone and consumed the resources carefully accumulated by his genetic father without authorization.This led to Mortarion's long-planned hunt for Calvin, which was forcibly canceled because he did not have enough power to lead to reality.

And this delay, I don't know how far into the future it will be.

After all, it is not easy to sow the seeds of faith in reality, and after this battle, in the Storm Starfield, which was fully guarded by the Imperial Tribunal, if they want to set off a large-scale operation and sacrifice again, they do not know that it will take hundreds of years. years later...

Calvin didn't know the intertwined fate hidden in these details. In his eyes, it was still no different from previous battles.

If he had to say he had doubts, he could only say that he was puzzled that a fallen person of Typhons level would appear in such an unknown place.

Looking at the completely shattered hand bones and the burnt power armor fragments with only a piece of black ash under his feet, Calvin slowly squatted down, and stretched the handle of the hammer in his hand towards the mass of ashes.

In psionic vision, there exists a sphere representing a collection of souls.

He knows that these imprisoned souls are supporting the form of the demons in the real universe;
It was also these sad victims who were trapped in the long-dead corpses, driven by the demons in the battle just now, and charged towards the soldiers of the empire.

Now all this is over.

When Warhammer "Mission", with the will and soul of the entire Legion of Gray Knights, brought judgment on Typhons;
When the platinum meteor smashed through the demon's palm all the way, forcibly purifying and crushing the sheltered traitor from the soul level.

All these sufferings are declared to be over.

Millions of corpses instantly lost the drive of their souls, and fell in pieces on the wilderness heading towards the battlefield.

Under the insane souls of countless rebels, their distorted, inhuman bodies lost their link with the path of belief in evil gods, and were instantly sanctioned by the physical universe, turning into a puddle of foul-smelling tissue fluid...

On the ice field where the Vilax Cathedral is located, the battlefield visibly quieted down after the enemy chief gave his head.

The group of corpses is no longer active, and the fallen corpses stretch for hundreds of miles, only the voices of the rebel Astartes are still stubborn.

The green creeps are quietly dying, and the emerald green and bright magic stamens are withering and withering.

Losing the blessing of the evil god's gaze and the power of corruption, this land belonging to the real universe is rapidly fading its unnatural green color under the cold moonlight, and restoring its original appearance of the northern ice field.

Dark rocks and white snow once again appeared in the gray knight's field of vision.

The death guards, who knew that the situation was over, led by the surviving champions of the plague, and relying on the Virax Cathedral, made the final dying struggle.

When the bitter cold wind blew again, under the light of the two silver moons of reality and spiritual power, the statues of the saints in the cathedral were coldly watching the traitor's doom.

The moment Calvin reached out and touched the soul aggregate, the light on the entire planet dimmed for an instant.

He once again defeated his desire to devour for granted, and chose to bring salvation to these suffering souls.

In the spiritual field of vision, the soul that chooses to leave and perish looks like a large piece of dandelion in the moonlight, and it also looks like a light belt produced by the magnetic force on the pole of the planet.

Between the silver moon on the plateau and the snow-capped sky, their departing figures moved from the ground to the sky, forming a long strip of light.

The gunshots in the cathedral became less and less, and the occasional noise of chainsaw swords was also silenced by the sound of flamethrowers.

With the confluence of the main forces of the three gray knights, there is less and less room for the death guards to move around in the cathedral.

The dark corridor is accidentally lit by the flames of the bolt gun, and the people in the portrait are watching the battle happen;
The quiet and empty hall was lit by gunfire, and the icon at the end was witnessing the end of the apostate.

The Death Guards were staggering, constantly retreating to the depths of the church under the pressure of the Gray Knights.

And in this embarrassing and desperate retreat, they could not see any possibility or hope of breaking through.

The storm bolt shells have long been exhausted, and the grenades have long been exhausted.

Now in the hands of this group of traitors, apart from cold weapons such as chainsaw swords, there are only a small number of plasma pistols that are still threatening.

The Gray Knights didn't give them a chance to counterattack. The squads of Purifiers and Sinners stopped outside the church to build up positions.

The increasingly narrow space was handed over to the Holy Shield Terminator squad and the sacred fearless veterans.

The interceptors and champion swordsmen cruised on the top of the cathedral. While maintaining communication with their comrades in the corridor, they also broadcast the direction of the battlefield to all their comrades in real time.

The traitors can only continue to pay casualties in the fearless struggle, and taste the taste of despair under the steady and orderly offensive of the Gray Knights.

Everything here is silently witnessing the practice of salvation and revenge.

The redemption due to the Emperor's subjects, and the blood left when the traitor was executed;
The Gray Knights didn't want to let go of any of them, and wanted to get them all.

Just like the morals they practice:
No sacrifice too great to be acceptable.

No betrayal is small enough to be forgiven.

When the last Death Guard was killed and under the icon of the Emperor, the soul that Calvin held in his hand also dissipated.

The rituals of redemption and revenge come to an end at the same time in this land.

Calvin looked at the aurora-like brilliant light band, which was quickly disappearing into the real space.

In his psychic perception, the city-state in his spiritual world became heavier and heavier.

Those who choose to leave and fall into the eternal night naturally have the souls who choose to stay and join the new world.

The land in Calvin's spiritual world, which has not changed for a long time, also silently increased its area by a whole circle under the torrent of souls who entered later.

The villages around the city-state in the center, and the roads and farmland between the rice fields in the distance, have all increased in size correspondingly.

The land he established in ignorance, after experiencing two salvations by coincidence, is providing shelter for more souls.

And among them, the warriors guarding in front of the hall are no longer limited to gray knights.

More star soldiers and warriors who died fighting for the empire, after being redeemed by Calvin, neither chose to leave, nor chose to live quietly in the paradise.

Their final decision was the same as that of the Gray Knights, choosing to give their faith to the person who redeemed them.

The way of protection is their final destination, based on the fact that they are less than the gray knight's soul strength, but more than their number.

Wearing simple white robes, these pious warriors stood quietly in the square outside the palace.

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(End of this chapter)