Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

In Imperial Calendar 830.M39, in the Solar System of the Sun Star Territory, on board the Gray Knight strike cruiser - Fury of Truth, which returned from the Obscure Star Territory, the commander of the First Battle Group (chapter), Alan Janus, was quietly in front of the porthole. Standing.

Terra's waterways are still as busy as ever, and ships as dense as fish schools form a dense formation. While transporting nutrients from all over the empire to feed the empire's brain, they also carry orders here to all parts of the empire.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye for Gian Moro's war. During this period, he has been leading the battle. Finally, after ending the rebellion war in the direction of Jotun, he received the order to return to his home planet of Titan.

Calvin, his genetic father, was the one who gave him a second life.

He is the commander-in-chief, best friend, and mentor of ideals and beliefs of Alan Janus;

And Allen is his follower, subordinate, and the sharpest sword in the battle to achieve his goals.

Now, 35 years have passed since he last met Calvin.

He was vaguely aware of the changes that had taken place on the original body, but he had a completely unfamiliar understanding of the new product of the War Council.

But this is not important, as he himself said, he is the sword in the hands of the Primarch;
As the supreme commander of the first battle group, he also clearly understands that no matter how precious the sword is, it is also a consumable in the fierce battle on the battlefield during the long journey.

The empire lasts forever, but its warriors are always one generation after another; the original body is eternal, but he never pursues eternal companionship...

About to enter the warning area, threat level - red, signal source - Mars Orbital Defense...

Response passed... Encryption key passed... Alarm cleared... Navigation permission is being authorized...

The thinker behind him interrupted Alan from his thinking, and just as he was about to leave the porthole, a spaceship rising from the red earth caught his attention.

On the spaceship that was flashing signal pulses, the emblems of the Tribunal and the Holy Hammer Order were extremely familiar to him, and what happened next was exactly as he expected:
After the Meditator was slightly quiet for a few seconds, a message from a friendly unit requesting to land sounded again on the quiet bridge.

"Oh, so it's you."

Amidst the sound of the gate opening, an equally tall giant in silver armor stepped in.

The body of the visitor is not much different from Allen. Except for the extremely conspicuous "long metal hair", there is only a faint decoration of gears on the chest where the emblem of the classics and the holy sword is.

Looking at the long hair that looked like living creatures, Allen thought of the mechanical prostheses worn by the priests of the Mechanicum.

"Constantine?" Allen asked in a low voice, obviously the latter's arrival surprised him.

But what surprised Allen was not Constantine's form, because there was already another deputy with this appearance among the decision-makers of the first battle group.

The battleship he brought has an industrial production capacity comparable to that of Mechanical Ark.

And the warriors he brought, after undergoing some mysterious transformations, were able to directly control the armor and aviation vehicles that originally belonged to the Gray Knights.

Their factories can follow the legion into the battlefield and set up a complete supply and manufacturing system for Astartes-level light weapons in the shortest possible time.

If he was given more time to develop, he could even support a continental plate-level air defense system by himself with the support of the Legion's will.

Their soldiers allow the Gray Knights to free up valuable manpower from armored units, and have shown sufficient reliability in battles against Chaos.

This is all support from the mother planet Titan, and as far as Allen knows, these legion members with special strategic significance belong to Constantine's command.

The legion war model is changing under this support. The Gray Knights, who were originally accustomed to special operations, are slowly adapting to frontal conventional warfare with the complete set of armed forces.

New recruits on the home planet are also constantly being added, but as the scale of the force expands, the number of mechanical priests on the battleship is quietly decreasing.They were sent to the second battle group stationed in another star field in the name of recruitment.

In the First Battle Group station responsible for the Storm Star Territory, Constantine's men are quietly replacing these believers of the Ohm Messiah.

"Why are you here?" Allen was a little confused.

There are countless people who can be competent in diplomacy with Mars, but the person in front of me is not a good choice.

"Oh, I sent something over, and I wanted to meet someone by the way." Constantine replied with a smile.

His current life form is indeed beyond the limits of Mars' imagination. As long as he does not actively reveal information, he is just an ordinary technical sergeant in Mars' eyes.

"Have the things been delivered?" Allen blinked, instinctively feeling the complexity of the matter.

"Delivered." Constantine replied.

"Have you seen it?"

"There is no such person."

"Oh...he doesn't want to see you." Allen understood somewhat, and then thought of a new question:
"How do you know for sure that he exists?"

"Information." Constantine smiled, a strand of his silver hair spontaneously borrowed from the meditator beside him, and a huge amount of information was being refreshed on the screen above the main console.

The logistics channels throughout Terra leading to the outside world have been marked one by one. In the inconspicuous star areas around some of the channels, forging worlds of different sizes have been highlighted.

Special biosynthetic materials, cheap and massive genetic culture materials, precious living samples, special but trace amounts of hormones that are only used by adult Astartes.

The huge amount of material transportation category documents quickly decreased after being marked with a few special classification points. The meditator, who was screaming and almost losing his computing power, also regained his composure after blowing out a burst of steam.

Among the countless material lists, several key materials that were hidden and attached had nowhere to hide under the targeted keyword search, and their true full picture was gradually revealed to Allen.

“Lo and behold, when this data falls into the wrong light, the elephant in the room has nowhere to hide.”

Constantine looked at the finally displayed list of supplies and chuckled slightly proudly.

If he hadn't accidentally paid attention to that person's whereabouts when he was young because of his unwillingness to admit defeat, I'm afraid he wouldn't have known how much secrets were hidden in it due to a combination of circumstances.

However, Allen did not feel any excitement when he saw the supply list gradually compiled and maintained for thousands of years from hundreds of forging worlds and armed merchant ships.

what is this?
In addition to the weapons that Mars itself can provide, these are all the special substances that an Astartes warrior who has undergone complete transformation surgery needs to maintain body growth and hormone balance.

The content of this list is quite special, because the hormones that promote growth should no longer appear in the list of supplies after hormone balance is achieved.

But it happened to appear, and these substances have always been in subsequent lists, and the demand is very stable.

"They are making Astartes, and they are making them all the time!"

After thinking through all the logic, Allen looked at Constantine and came to a firm conclusion.

Sorry for the lateness!