Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Drop...drop...drop...

A shrill alarm sounded on the bridge of the Silver Dawn, and this time the source of the problem was pointed to the battleship's clock.

Calvin's ritual was over, but Tabers was still dealing with the aftermath.

Alarm...file...alarm...meeting...alarm...emergency response...

In just a quarter of an hour, the number of matters piled up in front of Tabos increased dramatically.

But these alarms from all over the battleship and the resulting documents and meetings all stem from the impact of the original body on the subspace.

Tabos looked calm, but his heart was already full of doubts.

He calmly handled the matters at hand, and then calmly responded to questions from the Imperial Navy fleet.

But a series of events continued to happen, and Tabers' doubts finally reached their peak after the meeting because of a problem with the battleship's internal control clock.

"How much is the deviation?" Tabers looked at the screen seriously, and the Gray Knight on the opposite side of the video did the same.

The battleship's ability to maintain and find a connection with the real world while sailing in deep subspace relies on the clock inside the battleship that is wrapped in Geller's stance.

And when there is a problem with this equipment and its backup, the warship will face the horrific ending of being lost.

"I don't know..." the stationed Gray Knight replied in a low voice, and this was obviously the answer Tabos didn't want to hear.

He subconsciously took a deep breath and then turned to the navigator on the other end of the video conference:
"Can you see the star torch? We are going to try to float."

Fortunately, the answer is yes, because the sun has just dimmed.

As a member of the psykers, it was of course impossible for the navigator not to see the miracle just now.

Although the Silver Dawn was far away from Terra at this time, the sun's light was dazzling enough.

"Yes," the navigator replied, then added what he had observed as Tabers looked at him.

"The fleet's range has obviously been affected, but the good news is that we are closer than expected."

"How close?" Tabers asked, not expecting much.

It was lucky to be able to surface smoothly as he expected. If it could yaw less, it would be like the emperor's appearance.

But he forgot one thing, that is, the Emperor was indeed online during the ceremony just now.

"...We have now reached the outskirts of the Farr Galaxy. If we float up immediately, the target time of this transition will deviate greatly, but the distance will almost remain the same."

"...Are you serious?" Tabos asked hesitantly, and then instantly remembered the experience of the original body Ophelia in the seventh world.

He suppressed his mood and gave the order to the navigator to guide the fleet to surface. Then, the first second he cut off the communication, he initiated contact with Calvin's palace.

"What exactly is going on?" Tabers' expression was tangled and contradictory.

At this time, the original body had just returned. After hearing Tabos' question, he thought for a moment, and then explained to the other party:
"It's complicated... but if I had to sum it up, it's that just now, a Holy Spirit came into the world with His will."

Holy Spirit?What's that?Is there still this word in the Inquisition?
wrong!This is the stuff of those state religion bastards!

Tabers subconsciously "translated" the word in his brain, and finally found the corresponding concept in some distant "documents".

The expression on his face was struggling and contradictory, constantly changing between disbelief and uncertainty.

"Okay! Stop guessing...it's just what you think."

Calvin couldn't bear to see Tabers' ghostly expression anymore, so he spoke to save the other person's brain that was about to shut down.

He is not surprised that the other party has doubts, because although there are many similar cases, the ones that can really be confirmed and implemented appeared as recently as a thousand years ago. "St. Celestine's kind?" Tabos blinked and finally found a suitable metaphor.

As the first saint of the Battle Sisters, her representation is more certain than the ancient "Kile".

The various deeds of St. Celestine, after withstanding the many tests of the entire Terran Parliament, not only allowed the state religion to regain consensus from the split of beliefs, but also allowed the legal rationality of the empire's state religion to officially possess Terra. Government endorsement.

"Yes, the St. Celestine kind."

Calvin blinked, then recalled the information he had just received while serving as a relay between the two.

It is not difficult to sense what is happening here with the power of the Emperor.

But the entire chaos and even the subspace are now silent because of the shattering of the eight-pointed star.

If you want to project power smoothly, you really need the emergence of his "signal relay station".

It can be said that Calvin accounted for a small half of the credit for the emergence of this living saint.

But he was not excited about this, because the information he obtained from the psychic ritual just now was worse than he imagined.

But now is obviously not the time to discuss this. Some of his speculations still need some news and intelligence to confirm.

Calvin put these things behind his mind for the time being, looked at the veteran in front of him intently, raised the corners of his mouth in a narrow manner, and then said:
"You can call her Saint Padilla if you want..."

"The throne is up!" Tabos prayed subconsciously.However, the emotion hidden in his tone seemed more entangled.

The words of the original body are not spoken casually, especially in today's empire. In a sense, Calvin's words are recognition and endorsement of Padilla.

A living saint appeared before their eyes.

And whether it was the identification of being a Primarch, or the vision caused by Calvin just now.They are all confirming from different angles the truth of the faith upheld by the imperial state religion.

Tybus is a veteran, and he is the most senior among the Gray Knights after the Grand Masters.

But his thoughts, like his origins, still cannot escape the category of Astartes.

His faith in the Emperor was more like that of other Astartes:
It is recognition of the Emperor's dedication in the great cause of the rejuvenation of the human race, and admiration for the unyielding character he represents in the destiny of the human race.

The Emperor is great and unquestionably divine.

But this understanding of the emperor was different from the foolish faith and blind faith in his eyes.

He is one of countless Imperial subjects and the epitome of all Astartes in this era who uphold the "Imperial Truth".

He sincerely hoped that the Emperor really had the power of a god;

But he was extremely afraid of the day when the traces representing the gods described in religion would actually appear in front of him.

"Got it..." Tabers replied.

When doubts are confirmed, expectations are fulfilled.Especially this veteran who was born in Terra, after receiving Calvin's endorsement, he instantly became much older.

He knew that this represented the end of an era, and he also knew that it also meant that he needed to re-understand the relationship between the Empire and the Emperor, and the will to fight based on this.

And this change was brought about by the original gene in front of him.

Although he and his old brothers were unwilling to accept it instinctively, their reason told him clearly:

The emergence of the original body was a change, and although this change was not in line with his expectations, it was undoubtedly a powerful strengthening of the empire...

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