Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 98

2:40 a.m., or a quarter and an eighth of Imperial time.Arina Valley, Outpost 55, a former Imperial Guard, now a Chaos rebel camp.

"Wake up, Edmund. It's time for your squad to be on duty!"

"Wake up, I'm telling you to wake up!"

boom!
Sergeant Ehorn, who failed to call out, violently put his big feet in close contact with the other's face exposed outside the sleeping bag.

"Hiss! Are you sick..." The other party finally woke up from the hangover from the previous night under Ehorn's "powerful wake-up service".

"The team leader is called Ni, it's time for your team to be on duty."

Seeing that the other party had regained consciousness, Sergeant Ehorn turned around and walked out of the dilapidated marching tent with the laser gun in his hand after dropping these words.

"They're all fucking out of the empire, and they're still on duty. You're on duty! How many years have you shown the political commissar? You should wake up! The uncle of the military command can't control us!"

Edmund yelled at the figure who was leaving, but Sergeant Ehorn acted as if he didn't hear it, and left without looking back.

Complaints are complaints, Edmund, who was sober, still endured the hangover headache and woke up everyone around him one by one.

After 15 minutes, Edmund and his six men will put on their equipment and crawl out of their tent.

As soon as they left their tents, the soldiers who were supposed to be waiting for their shifts at the outpost couldn't wait to walk into the tents, unfolded their sleeping bags, and then got in to enjoy their rest time.

That's right, this outpost is the former Oman 9th Regiment of the Imperial Defense Forces planned by the Military Command to be stationed here, and now the 9th Company of the Arena Hyena Regiment.

The Chapter Astartes, to which they had originally followed allegiance, had abandoned everything here in the loss of troops after the failure of the first garrison war attempting to station here.

A considerable part of the "intangible heritage" that was discarded included the Oman Ninth Guards Regiment of the Imperial Defense Army, which was beaten in the front line of the fierce battle against the Chaos Gang's charge.

Please pay attention here, it is a close guard, not an imperial guard.

The latter means that they belong directly to the mortal auxiliaries of the glorious and great Sun Starfield. From weapons to equipment, from personnel allocation to armor configuration, they are directly supplied by the headquarters of the Imperial Military Command.

The Imperial Guard Guards are as rich as they want, and they have been a symbol of loyalty and combat effectiveness since ancient times.

The former is simply poor.

If you want guns or guns or cannons or cannons, you need armored vehicles but not equipped vehicles; the ceiling of the heavy firepower of the whole regiment is a few heavy logging guns that have been eliminated for an unknown period of time, and this bullet has to be saved.

Therefore, the tactical positioning of the whole regiment is only the nearest defense, referred to as close guard.

No way, this army has never been rich since its formation.

Not to mention them, even their theoretical master - the sub-group that even the parent group of Ultramarines doesn't recognize is a poor ghost, let alone a group of unlucky people who were conscripted and formed on the spot.

The current remnant of the Ninth Guards Regiment of Oman, oh no, it is the 9th company of the Ariana Hyena Regiment, which got a new designation after the surrender. It should have 76 people, but the actual number is 75 people. Just at night, because of too much industrial alcohol that I secretly drank, I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died.)
The reason why so many people survived the battlefield of chaos is that although their resistance seemed fierce to them, in the eyes of the Chaos Space Marines who were crushing them head-on, it was truly scratching. All owed.

The Chaos warbands, too busy looting the arsenals of the Imperial Chapters Astartes stationed here, have neither the time nor the trouble to slaughter them all.

The remaining remnants of this kind of waste group are not taken seriously no matter where they are, and the same is true for Chaos.

In other words, there is no stable base to produce the necessary materials, and the entire army relies on looting for food, drink and looting. In fact, the Chaos side has higher requirements for vassals.

Therefore, this kind of thing that is useless except for the head KPI during the festival, in the eyes of the chaos lord of the Skull Taker, is only worthy of guarding this kind of garbage outpost that does not even have a fixed water source.

The remaining six companies respectively occupied some traffic arteries and oases in the desert as checkpoints.

Yes, you read that right, there are a total of 8 companies of auxiliary troops stationed on this planet by the Skull Reavers.

The reason why the 9th company is called the 9th company is simply because the skull grabbers are worried that giving them the designation of the eighth company with the holy number eight of the skull master will make people feel that they have some kind of disrespect for the skull master.

Under the cold moonlight, Edmund and six of his men walked to the empty sentry post.

The surroundings seem a little different, but not so different.

"It's so cold... ah..."

A gust of wind blew past Edmund's body, he shivered greatly from the cold, and then lost consciousness forever with a slight "click" sound...

The surrounding scene slowly returned to reality in a strange twist, and the gray knights, who had taken off their psychic hypnotic disguise, carefully piled aside the mortals whose necks had been twisted in their hands.

Following Calvin's command, the entire Gray Knight squad began to touch the high point inside the checkpoint.

After controlling this high point, they will safely "clean up" the entire camp slowly under as quiet a condition as possible.

The whole process was very smooth, which also benefited from the extraordinary control ability of these gray knights over their bodies.

When needed, they can uncharacteristically control the sound brought by their huge weight to be as quiet and deadly as a big cat.

The magnetic boots lightly wrapped by psionic energy did not startle a speck of dust when they landed. Together with the monomolecular power dagger used for close-range executions, the whole killing looked a different kind of beauty.

However, accidents always happen.There are no unexpected tasks, just like dance music without variations, it will make people feel boring and boring.

All the surrounding tents in the entire camp have been cleaned up, except for the central main tent.

A psyker, or rather the only psyker in the Chapter.Walked out of the largest tent in the center of the entire camp.

The sound in the tent is so loud.

It seems that the function there is not limited to the headquarters during the day, and it is also a good place for these mortal soldiers who have lost their discipline and faith to gamble when night comes.

And before the psyker who lifted the curtain of the tent had time to take a breath of fresh air, what caught his eyes was the killing scene around him and the gray knights silently watching him.

Frightened, he subconsciously grasped the staff in his hand, and the psionic energy stirred up in an instant was about to send a signal to the comrades behind him.

It was too late to silence him, the distance of more than a dozen steps and the strength of willpower unique to psykers made it impossible for the Gray Knights to respond to his imminent warning.

There was a smug look in the eyes of the psyker, and the frustration and helplessness of his life seemed to be understood in the current scene:

"Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, it's not that you can't stop Lao Tzu's desperate cry."

This complacency lasted until he saw Calvin.

When his gaze swept around subconsciously, a huge figure with only ice-blue eyes was seen slowly walking out of the darkness.

The psyker's eyes couldn't turn away as if they were glued since seeing this figure.

In his psychic vision, how could this be a human being!A giant spirit of unknown height wandered towards him from the starry sky.

The opponent's body was so towering that he couldn't even see his face clearly; the opponent's figure was so sacred that he felt his eyes sting just by looking at it.

And at this moment, the crown-like halo on this figure's head is launching direct oppression to his soul:

This terrifying scene that challenged his cognitive limit pushed his sanity to the limit, while countless souls he had never seen before were flying around this giant spirit, and at the same time, they were sending out blows that could shatter his soul. shout.

These voices cannot be heard in reality, but in his soul they are overwhelmingly stirring:

"You are guilty!"

"You are guilty!"

"God said, You deserve redemption!"

"You should apologise with death!"

Such a strong collision of consciousness caused the corners of the psyker's eyes to split instantly, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes like spring water.

The cry for help in his mouth was also delayed due to the oppression at the soul level.

"I'm not guilty... I... haven't..." His will struggled against the storm for less than half a second, and then died.

The dimension of time in the spiritual world is far faster than reality, not to mention that this kind of battle is also short-lived in the spiritual world.

Such a result is reflected in reality, that is, under Calvin's distant gaze, a psyker's head explodes instantly like a watermelon just because of the collision of his gaze.

This is the battle between psykers. Once the power gap between them is too large, the instantly unbalanced balance will make the loser pay all as the price.

And with such an outrageously disparate power contrast between Calvin and this psyker, once the souls of the two parties collide, the scene must be as cruel and cruel as it is now.

The so-called "accused by thousands of people, it will end without a disease." It is really thoroughly reflected in this idealistic universe.

The alarm is lifted and the operation continues.

The gray knights around continued to march. After they surrounded the central tent, they threw two special concussion grenades into it.

Following two consecutive white lights in the gap of the tent, the gray knights rushed in and cleaned up the remaining people in the tent who had lost their resistance one by one.

On the other side of the camp, Calvin, who was supporting the entire operation from a high place, looked thoughtfully at the target direction of the distant mission.

The mechanical priest Constantine, who was watching the whole battle, was using the data pad in his hand to confirm the remaining distance and marching time.

"According to the current speed, we should see the target location in two hours." Constantine's voice came from behind Calvin.

And Calvin looked at the distant sky that had begun to turn white, and responded without turning his head:
"Notify everyone and speed up the cleanup. We don't have much time left. I have a hunch that this operation will not go so smoothly."

　Ask for tickets every day, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)