Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Legion Will!"

Calvin stood in the center of the honor guard, and at the moment the teleportation was completed, he took over the dominance of the will of the Gray Knights on the entire battlefield of Moro Star.

The gestalts of dozens of Gray Knights were originally on the defensive to suppress the subspace fluctuations on the Lupacaglia battlefield.

At the moment when Calvin's mighty will joined in, this collection of wills instantly began to swell and expand. Only by relying on the subspace projection of the legion's will, it was able to contain most of the supernatural power of the Chaos side on the battlefield.

The Gray Knights began to gather from various positions, and the honor guard around Calvin also started teleporting again. After getting rid of the original burden, this key new force began to intervene in the battlefield with the Word Bearers.

"Save him." Calvin ordered to the only remaining pharmacist, and at the same time threw the accumulated power of the subspace transmission to the ruins ahead.

The Word Bearers opened their eyes wide and tried to resist, but the blasphemous spell was annihilated by the leaping thunder before it could take shape. The demons screamed and tried to leave their bodies, but the power of order had completely locked the space here.

The dark red armor full of devil's words was vulnerable to the thunder, and the disgusting mutant body was also reduced to ashes under this devastating blow.

boom!

The ground under Calvin's feet let out a dull groan, and the hell beast in the distance let out a howl of near-death resistance. In the huge explosion, its entire upper body was shattered and burned, and the Primarch was behind it. Just landed in the distance.

"Is this the end?" Edro, who was leaning on the rock, asked in disbelief.

Such a sinister enemy was so easily destroyed after the appearance of that person. It was difficult for Edro to accept it emotionally, but more of it was fear from rationality.

"Otherwise?" The pharmacist pulled out a bullet embedded in the breastplate, then raised his head and asked back.

"It's okay." Edro replied enduring the pain in his chest, while the surviving wild wolves nearby were also coming out of various bunkers on the battlefield.

Without exception, they met Edro's eyes, and then looked in the direction Calvin left in unison.

"So... this is the Primarch."
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Twenty kilometers away in the Evergreen Canyon, the main force of the Word Bearers had just completed a battle, and they were adjusting their deployment while they were on the move, completing the cleaning of the battlefield.

The former company commander of the Eye of Truth Chapter of the Word Bearers Legion, and now one of the supreme leaders of the Blessed Sons, Sarat, is standing proudly on the central high ground where the troops are marching.

This war was an unexpected opportunity for him. Without the failure of that unlucky guy before, as a member of the troops directly under the Primarch, it was impossible for him to get the chance to lead the battle.

Although the Blessed Sons' position in the legion is glamorous, in the real core authority - the Dark Apostles Council, they are not the paratroopers of Erebus and Corphalon, but rather the excluded part .

Of course, this time was an exception, because at this time Erebus could no longer afford to fail, and the strength given to him by the Primarch was not only a generous wine, but also a deadly poison.

If he still puts the balance of power as the first priority at this time, then what awaits him is a more cruel end than death after failure.

Zarate naturally knows this, so he cherishes the opportunity in front of him.

This ten-thousand-year veteran who also came from the Legion era also has his personal ambitions and aspirations, and this war in Moro is an excellent stage for him to show his abilities.

"My lord!" On the stone steps behind him, his adjutant Olsson returned from the troops ahead.

"Say." Zarate looked at the hesitation on Olsson's face, and a faint irritability appeared in his heart.

"The avant-garde troops have lost contact." Olsson bowed his head and said to Sattat, and the news made Sarat's expression even worse.

He originally thought that the interruption of communication with the vanguard troops was due to the terrain near him, but now the adjutant who had followed the troops out of the canyon was telling him with facts—there must be something wrong with the troops.

"The forward troops stop advancing and rely on the nearest terrain for defense. The heavily armed troops move forward, hurry up!
What about the infiltration team? 20 minutes!I want to see you appear on the high points on both sides! "

Sarat looked at his adjutant gloomyly, and kept giving orders to the nearby teams.

And the Word Bearers around, although they didn't know the chief officer's intentions, they faithfully carried out his orders.

The surrounding crowd began to adjust in an orderly manner, while Sartat threw off his cloak and moved closer to the Terminator team behind.

Adjutant Olsson quietly followed his superior, not daring to disturb the former's thinking on the march.

... A squad of no fewer than 20 men with heavily armed units was wiped out less than twenty kilometers in front of them, and they knew nothing about it.

what does that mean?If he didn't know that his own fleet had an absolute advantage in orbit, he would have thought that the opponent was the one who could use naval guns to strike at will.

And are these twenty people dead?There is no effective information feedback?
The quality of the recruits recruited by the legion has been getting worse and worse over the years, and the oily guys who are also loyal to the Titan Legion, the Lord of Murder, who are also loyal to the Primarch, have become more and more arrogant towards them.

If it was in the era of the Great Crusade... Zalat was still recalling the glory of the Legion in the era of the Great Crusade, but the heavy footsteps behind him made him stop suddenly.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Sarat subconsciously looked at the gravel at his feet, which was beating with the sound that seemed to be stepping on his heart.

what is that?
He stiffened his body and looked back, but at the end of the canyon, he couldn't see the iron giant in his memory that matched the voice.

At the same time, at the exit of the canyon, Calvin, who was rushing all the way and accumulating his own strength, finally released his long-accumulated strength after seeing the red figures in the valley!
The surging psychic energy stirred in the subspace, and finally turned into dazzling thunder cruising over his body. More and more lightning made people unable to see his figure clearly, only the faint human form under the light.

The clouds above the canyon grew out of nothing, and finally, after swirling into dark gray swirls, they pressed heavily to the ground.

"Uh..." The demon in Zarat's mind was screaming crazily, and the powerful body obtained by relying on this demon was also convulsing instinctively.

He tried his best to suppress the instinct of his body, and then watched the static electricity in the air, and in a flash of sparks, melted the blasphemy runes inscribed on his armor.

"Kill him!" Pointing to the figure at the end of the canyon, he uttered the command with difficulty, but what made him feel terrified was that there were nearly a thousand Blessed Sons in the entire canyon, who had been powerless for some time. stand still...

"Kill him! Quick!" Zarate turned his attention to the armored troops behind the array, where the fallen knights and titans became his life-saving straw at the moment.

He didn't know Calvin's identity, and he couldn't see the burly figure in the thunder, but from the terrifying power fluctuations, he could only think of one person in his memory—Magnus.

boom!
Knight Titan finally fired the first shell after slowly completing the weapon calibration. However, the shell that was enough to tear apart the city wall only left a fleeting spot on the energy shield after encountering "Hybrion's Blessing". ripple.

boom!
The continued strength in the cloud was enough, and as the first thunder came down, the Knight Titan, who was still as stable as Mount Tai, was instantly turned into flying debris under the bombardment of the thunder that fell from the sky and the imperial truth in the thunder...

boom!boom!boom!boom!
More knight titans joined the attacking ranks, and the light and shadow suspended in midair was like an abyss, absorbing all the attacks without any reaction.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The ferocious thunder became more and more dense. After several Knight Titans and tanks were penetrated and destroyed, everyone in the canyon couldn't help but look to the sky, welcoming their final death with unconcealable fear.

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