Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 58 Hyland Hyland.

"Is that so? Then, all that can be done now is to wait."

After confirming that there would be no accidents on the track, Calvin turned his attention away from the holographic projection on the podium in front of him, and began to look directly in front of the bridge.

His eyes followed the bulletproof glass on the huge porthole and the void behind it, and reached the planet that was the galaxy and the capital of the sector.Passing through the atmosphere that has not been highly polluted, among the large and small buildings with artificial traces on the surface, they directly locked on the target of their trip - the hive capital of the planetary capital - the hive city of Rusthold.

At this time, over the position that originally represented the hive capital, a huge swirling dark gray cloud covering hundreds of kilometers was entrenched.

Boom...boom...boom...boom... Huge footsteps slowly approaching from the outer hall of the auditorium.

Under the leaden sky outside the window, the heavy rain is still falling endlessly.In the dark and empty hall, broken decorations and furnishings fell on the ground indiscriminately.

Blossoming green and purple flower stamens are blooming coquettishly on the twisted and dense roots that occupy the entire hall.

Most of the space in the hall is filled with these roots, branches and leaves. If it weren't for the armor and weapons lying in the corner, and the faded imperial double-headed eagle logo on the wall, this room would look more like a garden for cultivating seeds. A greenhouse with flowers, not what it was intended to be.

The luxurious decoration of the past has become dilapidated after long-term neglect and vacancy, and the growth of vegetation in the house hastened the decay of these wreckage.

A figure was stumbling across the original red carpet in the center of the chapel.

When his body walked past the French windows on the side with his steps, the lightning flashed across the sky outside the window before it went out in an instant, barely showing some silhouettes of this figure:
The green moss-like skin is covered with a huge and bloated body, and the whole person's body is so fat that it almost loses its human shape.

When he was harassed by the carrion flies and flying insects flying around him and shook his head in agitation, the huge antlers on his head that humans could not have were even reflected in a deformed reflection in the flash of electric light.Like a crown of distortion and corruption, it rests on his disembodied shadow.

The strange green lightning bolts are still streaking across the sky, occasionally reflected in the huge Gothic French windows.

With these short, green lights, one can see the velvet carpet on the ground that has been soaked in an unknown liquid and has begun to rot and sprout. As for the original color, I am afraid that no one knows...

The original gold-plated brackets of the crystal chandelier on the top of the hall were covered with green rust. Except for the few light-converted self-powered lights scattered on the inner side of the hall, which are still standing on their posts, most of the lighting equipment has been replaced. With the loss of energy supply, it fell into bleakness.

In such scattered and sparse light, there is no one on the throne that symbolizes the ruling authority on the highest steps of the auditorium, just like the current hive city where no one survives except in the hall, full of meaninglessness , leaving behind the absurdity and irony of formal existence.

"Hmm...it's itchy..." The giant or the troll muttered to himself while stretching out his huge, fat and bloated fingers to pinch the outside of the other arm.It may be that the scratching force was a little too strong, the bright green skin was easily cut by the black and green nails on the fingers, and dark green blood flowed out of the broken flesh.

But the troll didn't seem to feel the pain. It picked out the piece of carrion and the maggots that made it itching for him, spread it out in the center of the palm, and watched it curiously like a child under the sparse light:

The meat maggot covered with black thorn-like hair didn't appreciate this, and it was very angry that its eating was interrupted. It bit the huge palm, trying to get back into the warm flesh and blood again.

"Ah, naughty guy..." the troll muttered, he grabbed his palms, crushed the flesh and maggots together, and stuffed them into another mouth on his waist.

The mouth that stretched across his entire waist was very dissatisfied with the stinginess of the feeding amount. The long, thin and thick tongue stuck out from the mouth, and he carefully washed his hands from the elbow down until the After confirming that there was nothing more to eat, he shrank back angrily.While flicking his tongue, he hummed like the mouth above:

"I'm hungry!"

The sour hunger in his belly urged his steps, making him go straight to the banquet hall next door to the rear of the auditorium. The information in his instinct told him that there would be enough food, or something that could be used as food.

"Boom!" The lightning outside the window flashed across the distance again, and the huge thunder in the clouds followed shortly afterwards.

The troll's footsteps stopped, and on the head that looked too small under the huge antlers, the originally chaotic eyes became a little clear under the stimulation of the thunder.

The scene in front of him and the encounter in his memory made him confused about the order of time and the truth and falsehood for a while.The sleepy consciousness that was immersed in memories just a second ago, looked at the wreckage in front of him after waking up, making him unable to figure it out.

He subconsciously raised his hand to help the corner of his eye, where there should have been a pair of tortoiseshell mirror frames.

This picture frame is not expensive, and it is very cheap compared with the rare treasures he saw after he became the governor.But this is a gift from his comrades-in-arms before his death, and it is also his most cherished personal wealth.

But right now, the tactile sensation above his fingers let him know that this object has been lost by him just like the person.

Lost together with the mirror frame, there are also pendants, rings, sabers given to him by other comrades-in-arms... There are more than 8 things in total, and there are as many as [-] rings alone.

These cheap "treasures" come from the tradition of his regiment: when a recruit takes a fancy to something in a veteran, he can tell the veteran directly.Then, when the battle is so fierce that there is a certain death situation, the veterans will leave their properties and entrust them to the recruits, and what the recruits valued before is exactly the price for transferring these properties to the veterans' families.

In fact, the meaning of those things is far more than that.Implied behind it is the obligation of the survivors to protect the families of the deceased.

Otherwise, there would be no story about Hailan, who was born as an aristocrat, who didn't like anything when he first served in the army, and was forced to designate this pair of frames by the head of the old regiment.

This pair of mirror frames was the first wealth he inherited.And putting it together with all kinds of twenty things after that is his duty in this life.

It is precisely because of this tradition that several heads of the Hailan regiment, including him, do not fight or grab military exploits, and even give and ask for trophies, and never say a word.

Because the several regiment leaders, including Hailan, knew that their most important mission was not to cut off the roots.

After all, in their hometown, there are still too many people waiting for their news.If they forget, the "wealth" in their bodies and hands will remind them.

After all, the Hailan regiment still failed to escape except for the day when the number was smashed, the whole month of fierce battle on the Mangla [-], and the late arrival of reinforcements intentionally or unintentionally was a devastating blow to them.

The game between the Astra Militarum and the Astartes is something this small mortal legion is not capable of participating in, let alone complaining about.

He has always been content with doing things, neither fighting nor grabbing.Even the fact that the Ministry of Military Affairs directly revoked the number afterwards did not arouse Hailan's resistance.

In his eyes, such an ending is neither the best nor the worst.Although in the end even the right to resettle on the spot was taken away, Hailan, didn't he still live up to the old leader's entrustment, did he finally understand how to arrange this group of people?This is enough.

"After fulfilling our duty to the Empire and dedicating our loyalty to the Emperor, in the eyes of us who are still alive, every day of peace is so precious."

This is what Hyland thinks.He did the same.

Before the disaster came, Hailan, the seemingly honest and harmless fat governor, woke up every morning wearing this pair of tortoiseshell glasses without lenses, eight cheap rings on both hands, and a pair of cheap rings in his waist. The saber, hanging around the neck with a few necklaces that can be seen as cheap, ostentatious around the market.

No matter what other people think, he still goes his own way.Because he knows that every breath of peaceful air he breathes is a gift from the owner of these small objects on his body.

Right now, those things are lost.Ignoring the change in his appearance, he began to look around in a panic:

"Where is it? Where is it? Why did you lose it?"

The huge antlers on his head swung back and forth with his head, and the huge centrifugal force made the things on these horns no longer stable.

"Bang!" A worn-out sword of honor was thrown from his right antler, and he was the first to discover this lost and recovered object.

"Ah, it's here... everything is here, that's good, that's good..." He picked up the saber that was about the size of a fruit knife compared to his current body shape, and happily stuffed it back into the right corner ...

And it wasn't until this time that this little fat man who was known for his big heart before, and now the big fat man Hailan, noticed a huge change in himself from his hands and the extra antlers on his head...

"Boom!~!" Another flash of green lightning and thunder.Hailan, who had just woken up, fell into a deep sleep again. He followed his instinctive hunger again, stood up and staggered towards the back hall.

On the horizon in the distance, some tiny meteors streaked across the sky, which seemed to arouse bad memories in his subconscious:

"Hmm... Meteor... Yellow canned food... Bad guys... Bringing disease... Robbing... Killing... Stomping... Hehe... Hehe..."

While grabbing the thick solid metal lamp post by the wall with one hand, and dragging it behind him as a weapon, he muttered in his mouth:

"I am Hailan... Captain Hailan... I am Hailan... the last governor of the empire, Hailan..."

　There are three more days to go on the shelves... well, nothing to say?The scumbag author who updates every day is too embarrassed to ask for votes...

　　Then PY wave.

　　This book is also known as "Those Things About Wife Protectors and Crazy Demons", "I'm Really Not Ultraman Dark", "Lin Feng Has a Date with the Kingdom of Light"

　　At the beginning, she married Ju Jianhui as his wife in a muddleheaded way, and finally found out that this special mother's world is actually Di Jia's world?

　　Since then, there has been a madman who protects his wife in the world of Ultra.

　　Tear the aliens by hand!Either saving the world, or on the way to save the world.

　　The Ultra fighter from Nebula m78 looked at this demon-like fighter with a dark aura all over his body, hesitant.

　　Lin Feng: "Don't look at me like that! You may not believe me! I just want my wife to get off work on time every day!"

　　The above is the original words of the boss. Interested readers can go and have a look. I am very grateful, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)