Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 298 Meet and See——Certificate
"Supreme Holy See, the distinguished guests have arrived, you need to go to receive them..."

Behind Salatan, the cardinal who was in charge of his work schedule whispered, and his deep thoughts were also interrupted by this voice.

In the silent hall, Salatan took one last deep look at the holy bell, then stretched out his hand and threw the black cloak that stretched to his waist behind him, and left the quiet hall of holy relics without looking back.

Under the dim candlelight, the priests and machine slaves along the way knelt quietly at the feet of the statues of saints on both sides of the corridor.

Against the backdrop of their low-lying heads, the old man was still walking cleanly and vigorously, leading the people under his command towards the light outside the hall...

At the same time, in the sky a few kilometers away, the airships of Calvin and others were flying towards the core of the City of Divine Grace.

In the direction of the surface in the distance, the signal lights on the highest apron of the Divine Grace Cathedral can be clearly seen.

The "Short Sword" fighter plane driven by the escorting imperial navy shook its wings declaratively in Calvin's view looking out of the window, and then flew into the distance in the dim light of the star that was about to sink into the surface.

"Let's go, we should start too."

When the large transport boat stabilized on the empty space on the tarmac, and nodded to the envoy of the State Church, Cardinal Jane Harrington, who was sitting in front of him, Calvin whispered instructions to the gray knight standing behind him, and then got up and said go outside.

The welcoming team has arrived. The supreme administrator, Cardinal Salatan of the Ofelia sector, stands at the forefront of the crowd as the landlord, and the second row behind him is the Ultramarines, the company commander of the Imperial Fist, and 6 Grand Sisters of the Order of Sisters of Battle.

After them, there is a retinue composed of the priest of the state church and the adjutant of the Astartes and the retinue of the nuns.

The use of the psychic aura is for the purpose of keeping secrets, and it is not necessary for the high-ranking officers of the empire and the priests of the state religion present.

Calvin waved away the psychic halo.

His tall and suffocating body, in the eyes of everyone full of shock, walked towards them with six imperial guards who arrived later and a 14-member honor guard. (A total of 12 members of the Templar Honor Guard, three were killed in the battle with the unnamed planet Titan, and Alan Janus was added later, plus the four sons of Calvin brought by him as an envoy, a total of 14 people .)
This was a scene that shocked everyone present physically and mentally. In the eyes of the two Astartes and their accompanying adjutants, it was like an epic scene.

If Astartes warriors represent the ultimate human imagination about steel and muscle, then on this basis, the larger body of the Primarch has only one meaning left in the eyes of mortals and Astartes themselves ——inhuman.

Yes, when a three-meter-tall war machine wearing a full set of power armor including a helmet stands in front of the eyes of ordinary people, if you feel shocked.

Then, when you see another giant humanoid beast whose body is close to 3.7 meters without wearing a helmet, walking towards you at least twice the size and weight of the former, all you can feel is facing the extremely human fear.

Because this has surpassed the possibility and imagination of human beings engraved in their genetic instincts to realize the highest potential of their own race.

"The Emperor's Blessing!"

Hornthorne's teeth were chattering, and vague Gothic words came from the corners of his mouth.

He tightly held the right hand of the Roman-style broadsword at his waist, shaking violently like his whole body.

His thoughts were confused by the visual impact, and he didn't know whether to accuse the other party of heresy or to admit the other party's holiness.

The same goes for Stewart.

Born in the noble blood of nobles on Terra, he grew up in the resplendent warrior hall on the Mountain Array.

In his hundreds of years of life, Donne's image was engraved in every space in his life, and also in every detail of his memory and soul.

The memory of fighting side by side with the Gene Father is the genetic wealth of every Astartes warrior, and the reunion with the Gene Father is the expectation that every son of Dorn will never forget in his dreams.

What should the Primarch look like, and what characteristics should the Primarch have.

This kind of wealth of memory, if it were other battle groups with secondary or even tertiary creations, it may have been obliterated by time.

But they are different, they are the direct bloodline of Robert Guilliman, the only remaining Imperial Fist of Rogal Dorn!

How could they not recognize what kind of existence the person in front of them was?
But how could they believe that in the post-emperor era, there would be a Primarch who had never seen before, majesticly appearing in front of them? !
Their eyes wandered around Calvin and the undisguised honor guard behind him, and a message that had been vaguely known but never taken seriously rose from their hearts.

The name of that mysterious war group and the meaning of its existence are struggling violently trying to break through the memory of their self-isolation.

An impossible possibility was finally recalled in their minds in their uncontrollable terrified expressions.

"Grey Knight!"

"Yes! Not the Exorcists, they are the Gray Knights!"

The two blurted out the answer in their hearts at the same time, and then collided with each other's surprised expressions.

"Their rumors are true!"

"And they have Primarchs too?"

"Why have we never seen him!"

"It's not just us! Why has he never shown up in the Empire?"

"Then what role did they play in the Great Crusade?"

"Then where is their legion?"

All kinds of questions and perplexities about the Gray Knight collided in the eyes of two high-ranking officers from the start-up regiment in an instant.

And more possibilities and conjectures are too late to communicate, because that sacred and terrifying existence has already walked in front of them.

"You can tell your mother group about my existence."

Calvin and Salatan, who was also shocked, nodded, and then walked towards the two giants who were obviously close to losing control.

After his huge body walked in front of two century-old soldiers, his inhuman height and burly were displayed more vividly.

With a body that is strong enough to the extreme, the Astartes look like another species completely against him. From the perspective of needing to look up to maintain communication, they are forced to be commented together with even more terrifying existences.

"There is no need to question my existence, because that is also the Emperor's will."

He looked down at the two Astartes who had just reached the lower edge of his breastplate, and there was an indisputable strength in his gentle voice.

The two veterans of the original battle group were shocked and confused, but after hearing his voice and seeing the guards of the imperial guards following him behind him, they bowed quietly and retreated to show their obedience to his orders.

"I…………"

Hornthorne forced his emotions to calm down, and even more forced his instinctive fear engraved deep in his genes.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he pulled out the sharp sword at his waist and stood it on his chest.

In the suddenly cold eyes of the honor guard behind Calvin, he forced his instinct and said to Calvin's gaze:

"I... can't question your existence, but to me, your truth must be proved by my defeat!"

　Second watch, Piao Piao!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)