Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

die?

Can a demon that uses the human race as its breeding ground also die?

Abaddon looked up in disbelief, and saw a scene that shocked and puzzled him:
A red light of invisible material was pulled away from the broken sword, like a narrow strip of light pulling countless painful and twisted faces.

Abaddon knew that since he obtained this magic sword, every enemy he had killed by the sword had been killed;
And that strip of light that was stretched to the limit, after being twisted to the extreme, restored its original appearance under the sword of the Empire's truth.

What kind of evil existence is that~!

Even Abaddon, who has been entrenched in the Eye of Terror for many years, thinks that he has a heart of stone, but the moment he saw Draconian's lineup, he felt the war that comes from the origin of the soul as a human being!
It was light and shadow beyond human understanding;

It is the profound malice and coldness in the distortion and stickiness;

That is the most fundamental hatred against all human beings;
That is the ugliness and curse that is parasitic on the entire concept of race!
"Don't look at it!

Not impressive!
Unthinkable!
It’s indescribable! "

Abaddon's body, blessed by the crown of the four gods, felt an unbearable feeling of violent vomiting from his chest and abdomen;

And the "four principles" that he and all the rebellious Astartes relied on to survive in the Eye of Terror were subconsciously repeated in his mouth!

Yes, although it is beyond the comprehension of most humans on the Imperial side.

But most of the fallen Astartes, headed by Abaddon, still retain their basic understanding of being human.

And the reason why they can maintain their sanity in the Eye of Terror, the interface between reality and subspace, is largely due to this self-hypnotic deception.

But today is different from the past. Draconion's fall happened right in front of Abaddon.

Regardless of whether he wants it or not, the demon in this magic sword that he has always relied on will inevitably reveal all its ugliness in front of him when it is cut off by the original body!
This is the end of Draconion!

But this is also the time for Abaddon to get to know Chaos itself!

Of course he can continue to fight in the name of revenge, but from this moment on, the true meaning of chaos that he has been avoiding in his mind has already carved an unavoidable scar in his heart!

Screaming...howling...whining...roaring...

Fear...crazy...begging...intimidation...

Draconion was pulled out of the sword, showing his ugliness in the twist.

And no matter how it struggles, the faceless angel projected from the sword of the empire's truth is just watching its death with cold eyes under a body similar to Calvin!

No, it's not just death, it's the devouring that scares it more than death!
The power of the same kind is displayed in front of Draconion, but with the bone-chilling coldness of order;
The tentacles, which are equally rooted and conceptual, are erasing all traces of its existence and time amid its uncontrollable fear, and then assimilate it!
Do not!Do not!Do not!
On the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Draconion's desperate wail tore through the warp, echoing in reality!

The howl originating from the superior race in the subspace echoes in the real universe. Every being who hears it can feel the sadness of that moment!
And when this demon rooted in the human race died, even the Emperor in Terra, who was the convergence of human will, felt changes at the conceptual level...

But neither Calvin nor Mortarion felt any discomfort with the cry of life and existence coming to an end...

Calvin, blessed by the power of order, is only disgusted with this twisted and evil existence;
Mortarion, whose thoughts and perception dimensions were changed by Nurgle, no longer have any empathy for this kind of scene.

Only Abaddon, only this mortal who wears the "Crown of the Chosen", can still be touched by Draconion's elegy;
Only Abaddon could see the death of this demon and at the same time think sadly of the fate he was about to face.

He is going to die.

This is a clear understanding that I have never had before.

Every cell in the body is tense for some impending death;
The consciousness in the brain also felt pale omens in the replay of countless memories.

While breathing, Abaddon witnessed the entire process of Draconion being devoured in a brief but long moment;
And in a half-kneeling posture, he subconsciously swung the lightning claw at Calvin. After the original body blocked it lightly with Imperial Truth, he picked him up with the same weapon.

laugh……

The Serpent Lin's thick breastplate decorated with the Eye of the Empire was penetrated by sharp claws flowing with azure light.

Neither the force field shield nor the iron halo can prevent the cutting of the disintegrating stance;

Thick ceramic steel and fine gold cannot prevent the penetration of the psychic stance.

This legendary armor, which had not suffered serious damage since the battle with the Emperor, was finally broken through at the hands of another Primarch.

"Ho...ho..."

Calvin, who lifted Abaddon into the air with one hand, frowned and looked at the sinful traitor.

The Gastalin guards in the distance looked like crazy, charging towards him at all costs.

After retrieving the accompanying demon spirit, Khayon no longer cared about hiding. He was standing in an open space not far away, using the staff in his hand to exert powerful force.

On the ruins of the Vengeful Spirit, Mortarion stood at the edge of the bridge hall, using his pale eyes under his hood to ignore the impending trial.

hum...

After completely devouring its own kind, Imperial Truth finally completed another transformation.

Its sword body, which is full of inscriptions, has become smoother, and the edge of the sword has new lines and wings extending.

Condensed in the demonic eye at the center of the sword, the faceless angel who resembles Calvin becomes more and more real;

After the whole sword slowly left the palm of the original body, it gave people a feeling of becoming heavier and lighter.

hum...

The sword of Imperial Truth was spinning, becoming harder to discern at an ever-increasing frequency.

The dazzling thunder was gathering, and then wrapped around the blurred sword body;
And in the next second, both the Gastalin guard with red eyes and Khayon in the distance felt the crisis of facing death in a gloomy thunder!

tom!
There was an explosion that made Mortarion raise his eyebrows, and in the next moment, the bodies of the fallen Astartes warriors rushing towards the original body were shattered in the roar that penetrated the air.

Kayon's body became illusory the moment the epee passed through it, and then appeared at the edge of the battleship with a pale face in a burst of distortion in the space.

At this time, Calvin was still unaffected, just looking at Abaddon in his hand breathing hard.

Three lungs and a heart were punctured at the same time, an injury serious enough to bring any Astartes to the brink of death.

But in this astonishingly tough black warmaster, the original body could still clearly sense the vigorous vitality that was suppressed by his power.

squeak……

The sound of steel being cut resounded on his breastplate, which was a sign that Calvin's hands were slightly tightened.

Increasingly red blood flowed from Abaddon's chest, and he regained consciousness amidst the pain that penetrated his soul.

"Ho...ho..."

Congestion and lung fragments flowed from the corners of Abaddon's mouth, while Calvin, in line with the principle of the enemy's current situation, was preparing to end his life once and for all. The Imperial Truth was floating behind the original body after a momentary explosion.

And the demon prince who had been standing on the edge of the battlefield, ignoring Abaddon's failure, finally opened his mouth impatiently under the reminder of some metaphor.

"Enough!" Mortarion growled lowly, and Calvin subconsciously tightened his claws while looking back at him.

"I said enough!" Mortarion angrily stopped Calvin's execution, and then made an offer that Calvin could not refuse.

"Deal, let's make a deal."

"Deal?" Calvin instinctively planned to refuse. The value of this traitor was far beyond what could be exchanged for one or two star districts.

"Yes...my brother, a deal about your heir...

Oh, if I remember correctly, he should be your eldest son..."

"Alan?" When this name unexpectedly appeared in Mortarion's mouth, the original body who had originally planned to kill Abaddon had to stop.

There were countless speculations in his mind about Allen's whereabouts;

And in his heart, the balance between his bloodline and the enemies of the empire was also shaking violently...

"Yes! If his name is Alan Janus."

Mortarion looked strange but conflicted, as if he was referring to more than just an ordinary Gray Knight.

And this kind of prompts and transactions are obviously not from his original intention.

Even behind this news, there was a future that he didn't want to see...or was more willing to see.

To kill or not to kill?

Calvin did not notice anything unusual about Mortarion, but was struggling with his choice.

On one side is his eldest son.

He was the first comrade he recognized and transformed after becoming the Primarch;
On one side is the empire's great enemy for thousands of years, the source of nightmares that is deeply hated by all the people of the empire.

Still need to choose? What are you hesitating about?
His reason was questioning him, asking him why he couldn't abandon a comrade who must have the same consciousness even if he could sacrifice himself;

Can not give up! At least it shouldn’t be your choice!

Sensibility reminds him anxiously in his heart, if even he gives up, how much human emotion will be left in you?

"what should I do?"

Calvin's confusion is palpable, and it's impossible not to know the shadow hidden in him.

But it chose silence, a complex and painful silence in the darkness.

This was Calvin's fate and he had no right to question it.

This is also the source of Calvin's pain, as he experienced it and vowed to "never be like this"...

+Let him go...+
A voice originating from the depths of his soul sounded in Calvin's consciousness.

He looked at his chest in disbelief, and then looked at Terra in the distance.

why?
He questioned the deepest wing of his soul, just like the man whose voice spanned thousands of mountains and rivers and contacted him with a rare divine resonance.

And his question was the same as the voice he heard. After experiencing various mysteries that even Mortarion could not detect, he was thrown in the direction of distant Terra.

+It is not the root cause, it is the phenomenon. +
The voice sounded in Calvin's mind again, and Calvin could even feel his breath when he said these words.

What was that feeling like?

It is the feeling of being weak for a long time, and then the root cause of the disease is eliminated;
It is also a kind of joy that is infected by the occasional good news in the endless pain...

+It would be good to deal with that legacy, but as for him, it’s not the time yet...+
+No! +
Calvin's expression became more and more serious, and even Mortarion in the distance was affected and was ready to steal people from him.

But at this time, Calvin was reviewing the man, reviewing himself for not having hesitated on such an issue of right and wrong.

+No, I shouldn't hesitate! +
Everything he saw in the throne room resurfaced in his mind, and the pain the man endured made him feel ridiculous.

Need to worry? is needed.

But should there be any hesitation? It shouldn’t be!
For him, isn't sacrifice something he should have realized at the moment he transformed into a Gray Knight?
What would Alan think? Would you be proud that you traded Abaddon for his life?

Or will you feel humiliated and regretful?

Calvin's will was filled with his own thoughts and struggles, and he confided to the distant Terra.

And after a slight pause, the voice gave the same reason that he couldn't refuse.

+The idea is not wrong, but this person really shouldn't die at this time.

We need his presence to maintain balance, and the whereabouts of your eldest son is indeed worth the trade. +
+Alan? +
This name was mentioned by Calvin for the fourth time in just a few hours today.

Especially this time, the person who mentioned his eldest son was the Emperor, which made him curious about Allen's whereabouts.

+Promise him, promise Mortarion...+
The wings deep in the soul trembled slightly, and finally returned to peace.

Calvin, who had received guidance from the Emperor, finally slowly put down Abaddon in his hand amid Mortarion's impatience and patience.

"Have you made a choice?"

The shadow asked in Calvin's mind, and the same question appeared in Mortarion's mouth.

"Yes!" + No! +
The completely opposite answers were answered by Calvin in different ways, and of course, he also received different feedback from Mortarion and the Shadow.

"Very well... very well..." Mortarion approached slowly, and then carefully extended his hand to Abaddon.

Amidst the heartbreaking sound of metal scraping, the huge body remained motionless.

"?" Mortarion looked up at Calvin, while the original body stared at him and asked:

"In a transaction, shouldn't the party making the proposal pay the chips first?"

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