Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 185 Returning, Unexpected Encounter.

A thought every day: Fate has no reason, but with the blessing of the emperor, the mountains and rivers will meet each other.

Without the support from the other side of reality, the gap in the subspace is unsustainable.

When the black lightning disappeared at the end of his field of vision, the drama in Calvin's eyes, which had been touching since the beginning and went all the way to the magnificent peak, came to an abrupt end a second before the climax.

The psychic position is still going on, but the physical signs of the new gray knights behind them have stabilized.

Once the most dangerous stage of exchanging new and old forces in the body is over, Calvin's help is no longer needed to establish a body with a positive cycle.

Calvin reached out and wiped the blood on his face, and staggered towards the direction of the gravitational field generator.

The explosion of full strength before made this body a little unbearable after all.

As a result of a large number of capillaries bursting under the pressure of spiritual energy, his whole body was covered with fine and sticky blood.

This is only the damage on the surface, more organs and nervous system are disabled and necrotic, and after the source of external pressure is lost, they are healing spontaneously following Calvin's footsteps.

Hammering the casing of the instrument casually, Calvin was a little pleasantly surprised to find that the thing actually responded.

The warning red light starts to come on, as the
The self-test program of the gravitational field generator started, and the feeling of weightlessness around him gradually dissipated.

The surrounding air is still somewhat thin, but fortunately, no spiritual power is needed to maintain it.

After waking up the unconscious people one by one, Calvin stood beside Constantine.

The two watched as the pharmacist and mechanical slave labor took away the Gray Knight's life-support capsules one by one, and moved them to the core of the mechanical ark.

"How much time is left?" Constantine asked Calvin when the surroundings were completely quiet.

"Me? Probably right in front of my eyes."

Calvin looked at the skin on his hands that had begun to become transparent, and shook his head.

"What about you? How much time is left?" Calvin asked back, but Konstantin was silent for a long time.

"See?" he asked.

"Well, your recent work progress is a bit abnormally fast, which is not your style."

Calvin said things that he didn't want to believe, but the facts were in front of him, and it didn't help if he didn't want to admit it.

"It's about the same as you. There is still a problem with the main personality parameter in the logic engine. There is no way. I got this technology too late. You know, I was 600 years old when I met you."

Constantine didn't seem to care about his own life or death, and the cold words came out of his emotionless loudspeaker, as if talking about an unrelated person.

"There's no other way?" Calvin didn't give up.

"There was..." Constantine finally had some emotion in his words, and he explained to Calvin helplessly:

"But after going through such a time, one-third of my internal engine has been burned, and the rest has malfunctions and hidden dangers. After isolating these dangers, I am left with less than 45% of the effective engine that can work normally. Interval. In addition to maintaining the existing personality, it is not enough to support the redundancy of personality data enhancement."

"It's my fault..." Calvin's mood sank.But Constantine immediately puts a stop to Calvin's grief.

"No, the continuation of mechanical life requires talent. I'm not that genius, there will be such a day sooner or later."

It seems to be comforting Calvin, and it seems to be giving him an explanation.

He raised his finger and pointed to the distance, beside the entrance of the dark passage under the high platform, his two separate bodies were standing quietly at some point.

"See? I have delegated the autonomy of the two of them. In fact, they are already complete personalities now. In the days to come, you can regard them as my continuation."

Calvin followed Constantine's fingers and saw the two special beings.

The two people in the shadow met their main gaze, still as cold and mechanical as before, without any unnecessary movements.

They are waiting for Constantine's body to leave, and only after that will they show their humanity, which is the last and greatest respect for their subjects.

Well, Calvin accepted this reality the hard way.He has no ability to intervene in Constantine's field.Respecting his choice and accepting his advice is the only thing Calvin can do.

"So be it. Farewell, my friend."

He raised his head and looked at the old place where he had fought for a hundred years in the distant galaxy, and then looked down at the hands where the bones could already be seen.Calvin bids Constantine a final farewell.

"Wait a moment." Constantine asked Calvin to stay.

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"This galaxy, you have never named it." Constantine said to Calvin, as if this was the last farewell between the two.

"Ah, is that so?" Calvin looked far away, looking at the planet that first descended.

A tiny black spot peeked out from under the clouds. It was a mountain range in the north where he first landed.

"What's the name of that mountain range?" Calvin asked.

"Krieger," Constantine replied.

"Let's just leave it at that. The future name here will be Krieger."

"Okay, Krieger."

Constantine's voice still echoed on the empty tower, and the original Calvin's position was long gone.

From his perspective, the planet named Krieger became more and more clear. It was the signal that the return journey of the St. Chris was coming to an end.

The dormant personnel on board began to revive systematically, and as they became active, the entire spacecraft visibly came back to life with the naked eye.

But that doesn't include Constantine himself.

The two figures in the shadows began to move to adapt to their strange bodies, and in the eyes of Constantine in the high place, the last fire had been extinguished at some point.

tom!tom!tom!
The three explosive bombs were fired at a sharp angle, and after the bullets were fired, the blue tail flames flew all the way to the distance, chasing a black figure in accordance with the master's will.

But obviously their masters themselves didn't report much hope, such shooting is nothing more than compressing the opponent's room for movement.

The outcome on the battlefield has already been decided. If the guy in front of them hadn't caused them a lot of damage, they wouldn't have gone through such a lot of trouble. They must capture him alive to vent their humiliation.

More explosive shells were shot from the Astartes' back, and after being locked by the auxiliary aiming device, they shot towards the ruins with seemingly casual but precise precision.

The black figure that had failed to break through the encirclement for the third time and was repelled by the bullet rain could only roll back under the broken wall again in embarrassment.

Made!Fogg's sons!

Hearing the intensive footsteps around him, Talos knew that the clearing of the battlefield had been completed.

As the only remaining resistance force, the time left for him to break through has become less and less.

Subconsciously unloaded the magazine, five rounds, no more and no less, without any surprises, and of course there would be no surprises.

He reconfirmed the remaining ammunition and shook his head silently, returning his attention to the sense of security brought by the broad-bladed sword behind him.

Since the team's line was defeated, he had no chance to get close to the airdrop pod where supplies were reserved.

The enemy, like him, is a veteran of the Legion period, and they can clearly see what tricks they have with each other even with their eyes closed.

For the stragglers entering guerrilla warfare, the most cost-effective way to eliminate them has never been eager to contain them.

After occupying high points and key passages, it is the most effective way to consciously sweep in waves to prevent them from having a chance to rest while consuming the precious supplies in the hands of these sporadic survivors.

Originally, the previous explosive bomb was not a necessary price, but Talos' combat power was beyond their expectations.

The superb sword skills he acquired from the Khorne Warband are really impressive, giving him an advantage in close combat.In several one-on-two and one-on-three battles, he used his sword skills to cut the enemy under the sword, and he was able to escape by chance and survived.

The additional losses in those battles and the hatred of being humiliated are the biggest reasons why this team is swearing at him.

The situation has not yet reached the most desperate situation. Talos is hiding in a corner of the ruins and quietly waiting for the passage of time. It is less than 15 minutes before the sunset on this satellite with a very short revolution period.

Talos sorted out his equipment while holding his breath.

As long as it drags until dark, Talos has the confidence to show another side of himself.Let these former brothers see what he learned from those midnight lords back then... Boom!

The ton-heavy mass, with the kinetic energy dropped from a hundred meters away, hit the open space not far from Talos.

The thick stone slabs were easily trampled through by the hooves wrapped in bronze, and red bat wings were raised high under the smoke and dust.

Talos couldn't help but look around, the end of his field of vision was the familiar figure and unscrupulous roar of the Great Demon of Khorne.

"I hear you're being haunted by a Blackshield cub, isn't it?"

"No! Lord Adrano, you are overthinking!"

A sergeant of the war gang came out of the crowd, and looked up at the big devil's brimstone-smelling face and said.

"Then what are you doing here? Don't expect to hide from the shrewd Adrano! How many times have I said it! Your abilities are as useless as your master's! Hahahahahahaha..."

The big demon laughed at the allies in front of him wantonly, completely ignoring the tacit understanding of the allies and the basic respect for another demon prince.

He couldn't see this group of uninvited "alliances".If it weren't for the fact that someone above his head was suppressing his reason, he might have raised the giant sword in his hand and tasted the taste of these Fulgrim bastards.

Since killing anyone is killing, do these Astartes' muscles in front of them taste better than those weak mortals?

It looked down at the opponent maliciously, waiting for the resistance of these former legionnaires.As long as they are provoked, the shrewd Lord Adrano can have extra meals tonight...

"It's broken, I can't run away now..." Talos was in no mood to listen any longer.

He turned around and sat down against half of the broken wall, muttering to himself while evaluating the possibility of his own escape in his heart.

The bloodline of that big demon is the same as that of the one he served before, and they are all products of advanced bloodletting demons.

Others don't know their combat power, but Talos is very familiar with them.

This thing has never been something that can be destroyed by conventional weapons on the battlefield. Except for those expensive one-time "champions", only the main gun of the heavy loader can pose a threat to these things covered in bronze.

But each of this level of existence can be called a fragment or projection of the gods.

Their brains are different from those hell beasts that only know how to charge forward. If a weapon of the main gun caliber level wants to hit them, the premise can only be that this kind of thing has a magic weapon for self-defense, and they want to try the special experience of burning their bodies with confidence. ...

"No! Run!"

Just doing what he said, Talos under the shadow stood up quietly, and tore off the damaged shoulder armor on his right shoulder and the noisy servo below.

He wanted to know with his ass that the big demon must be talking patiently with those traitors at this time.

The noise on one's own shoulder armor is as conspicuous to the ears of this creature as the fireworks in the night sky.

Carefully place his helmet behind the broken wall, and put the shoulder armor in place.Talos maintained a half-squatting posture, stepping back silently.

If you can cheat for a while, then Talos decided not to play with you!

Uncle, I have worked so hard to climb into the death watch as a black shield, but I didn't come to this place to die!The old brothers in the company are still wandering in the foreign lands, hoping that he will become famous so that he can give them a new home!Grandpa, I will go too!

The smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't had time to fully burst out, and Talos, who turned around, was horrified to find a huge crimson figure squatting on the roofless house a few steps behind him.

Isn't this the Khorne demon named Adrano? Who else?
Its magma-like eyes emit scarlet light, piercing the night that has just fallen; the corners of the wolf-like long and narrow mouth are slowly raised upwards, and the dagger-like sharp teeth are exposed from the blood-red, long and narrow tongue:
"Want to run away? Brat? After listening to Lord Adelano's performance, do you want to leave without paying for the ticket?"

Tom!Tom!Tom!Tom!Tom!
Without further ado, Talos raised the bolt gun in his hand to Adrano, and emptied the magazine within a second.

The sound of hanging up the empty warehouse has not yet sounded, and the bolter that has performed its final mission has been abandoned.

Talos, who picked up the hilt behind his back, charged and pulled the big sword halfway upwards. Amid the sharp scraping sound of the blade and the power armor and the bursting of sparks, he used the left shoulder armor as a fulcrum to wrap his head towards the big devil!
At this time, Adrano looked completely defenseless. It was still protecting its face with its elbows, and the bat wings on its back were raised high to offset the impact of the five explosive bolts!

boom!
The black power armor figure flew back at a faster speed than before.He broke through two walls along the way, allowing him to return to the place where he just broke through.

Everything looked so hopeful, but hope was so false, it dissipated before his eyes like a bubble.

Just now, Talos felt that he was only one step away from escaping, but this was just Adrano's interest before the meal.

The iron-yellow smoke rose and slowly settled, and Talos, who had completely knocked down the broken wall behind him, stood up with difficulty, just in time to see Adrano slowly stand up straight from his baseball-playing posture.

Facing Talos' angry glare, this great demon, whose desire to perform far exceeds his peers, bared his teeth:

"Little brat, I'm more interested in you. Your swordsmanship just now looks familiar to me..."

"I can't go away, sir, I'm going to be here today..." Talos realized that his own death was approaching.

In the eyes of the crowd of Chaos Space Marines who were slowly coming up, he straightened his armor, raised the great sword in his hand again, and prepared to launch a final charge against the demon.

"Emperor, forget it. It is estimated that his old man will not protect me as a young man. Brothers of the company, I am sorry to let you down..."

His eyes locked on the smug demon, and his chest began to inhale violently.The charge is at hand, and death follows.

"Come on, brat! I will give you your last glory and your last despair! Sons of Horus, right? I know you! A bunch of waste that even the Father God can't guard! Come! Today is you Father is here! I will also take your head away!"

The big demon also smiled cruelly, and the huge sword around his head that he raised high up symbolized his mood. As the last ritual before the meal, it felt that it had to fill up the sense of ceremony.

In the eyes of all the Chaos Space Marines, both sides started charging at each other.The collision of metal is the same as death, as if it will happen in the next second!

hum!
A silver light spot appeared in the middle of the two running, and with the rapid expansion of the light spot, a silver figure emerged from nothing, from transparent to complete, and appeared in the center of the field between breaths!

Calvin, who had just returned to the 39th millennium through time and space, heard the second half of the Great Demon's words before he was fully formed.

Amidst the stunned expressions of the crowd, he also instinctively and suspiciously asked where the voice came from:
"Then what, whose father?"

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(End of this chapter)