Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 194 Midnight's Malice and Temporary Decision

Facing the bone-chilling chill in the night wind, Calvin led four temporary subordinates to the edge of the preset battlefield.

During this short journey, while maintaining vigilance, he simulated and deduced the next battle in his mind.

But the more he deduced, the more his brows tightened.

When he was less than 60 kilometers away from the battlefield, he stopped completely.

"Anything?"

The three Astartes immediately concentrated their energies to the peak, stood vigilantly with Calvin as the center, and used their senses and the equipment on the power armor to repeatedly search around.

The Battle Sister just rolled on the spot, loaded the bolt gun behind a bunker, and pointed the muzzle of the protruding gun directly at the gap left by the three of them.

"Eh..." Calvin was a little embarrassed watching this scene.

But in order to maintain his authority and command effectiveness for the next battle, he concealed his expression and calmly recalled several people.

"Release the alert and have a meeting!" He said.

Leading the four of them to a basement where the ruins were exposed, Calvin met the puzzled eyes of the four and said:
"I am determined to abandon the previous tactical plan and change the tactical intention."

Oh determination.The four professional war machines immediately understood what Calvin meant:
Decision--I have made up my mind, just execute it, there is no need to discuss it.

This was no problem, so all four mouths were tightly shut, and their eyes were fixed on Calvin, waiting for the next order.

After glancing at a few people with satisfaction, especially Battle Sister Claudia, Calvin turned his gaze away and began to describe his intentions.

This was not when he had just come to this universe not long ago, when he was still a recruit of the Gray Knights.

Calvin is not even the same today as when he was in charge of the "Titan II" fortress;
He has experienced more than a hundred years of true leader career in the Krieger galaxy, and now he doesn't have so many scruples.

It has been a hundred years since he took power, and Calvin could not tolerate any second will in the team.

Since he is the one who bears the fate of the entire group, the source of the order can only be him.

If someone who doesn't understand the overall situation really appears, then for the fate of the entire team, he might have to kill him just once.

Failure to deal with this kind of team cancer is in itself irresponsible to everyone.

"I only considered the emperor's son's combat habits before, and ignored the possible third party joining. This is my problem..."

Waving stopped Talos' persuasion, he continued to convey his still confident will with firm eyes:
"Since there are apostles of Khorne, the existence of third or even fourth forces is possible, and it is very likely to appear!
We must be prepared to deal with both combat modes at the same time.

And since it has been confirmed that the emperors are not the main force of the enemy this time, it is very likely that they will not be the ones we encounter next.

or……"

His eyes patrolled the small basement:
"Alternatively, what we have ushered in will be a trap for the enemy to use these emperors as bait..."

His eyes were drawn away from the small satellite where they were, and a battleship was quietly floating in the distant orbit of the Cavendish planet.

Black-stained obsidian and bone-white Nostramo alloy are the main colors of this mobile execution ground.

Just like the visors worn by its owners, only under the cover of the darkness of the night can it release the ugly nature behind which one does not want to look directly at.

The Cruiser Death of Truth, this is the current name of the warship belonging to the former Night Lords Legion, but now known as the Pale Wings of the Chaos Warband.

The people are probably still those people, and the taste is still the same.

It's just that thousands of years after Midnight Ghost left them, these already dark personalities have completely torn up their disguise, and no longer maintain the legion's superficial unity.

In the dark meeting hall, many night lords gathered here, and there was no sound among the black giants standing silently except for the humming of the power armor.

"Who else wants to speak, just say it. I don't need Lord Severion's rules here, and the bad habits of Vengeful Spirit don't need to exist here."

Melville DeWitt's dry voice came from behind his bone-white skull mask, echoing in the dark hall.

For the lord's undisguised ridicule, except for the midnight lords silently opening their mouths to expose their fangs behind their visors, no objection was gained from anyone.

Just as they never identify with themselves, they never identify with others.

The rest of the Chapter's culture served them no purpose other than a brief refreshment.

Anyone who tries to reform them will fail, like this lord, like that man.

"That's it, let those descendants of Fogg go down and walk around. Let us see who gave us such a surprise."

"Who is going to watch them?" The voice of Malthus, another warband leader, came from the darkness.

As the prophet of the warband, his words were not so much assignments as assignments of tickets.

When the specific order was issued, except for a few lucky ones who were lucky enough to kill in person, the rest of the bats could only watch from the sidelines and enjoy the well-prepared show from a distance.

"Third Talon. Last time they were guarding the perimeter, this time it's their turn."

After giving the order, Melville DeWitt got up first and left with his guards.

In the eyes of the bats piercing the night, the towering crown blade on his helmet not only showed his status, but also declared his strength.

But this is not enough to suppress his brothers, or in their culture, no one said never means no one objected.

Conspiracy and assassination, struggle and cooperation, these are the mainstream thoughts and values ​​of the midnight lords.

He understands this truth, and is naturally the biggest beneficiary of these rules...

After he left, the Night Lords also departed in the dark, and the traces left here will be cleaned up by the mortals on board.

As for the next meeting, that's not something the Night Lords want to think about.

Mortals are always a scarce commodity on their boats, not only can they be used as slaves, even if they are used for daily killing entertainment, it is also an excellent thing.

The satellite was not far away from them, and a few ten minutes later the Death of Truth floated quietly over the satellite, merging with the darkness.

Remnant warriors of the fallen Emperor's Sons warband meet the visiting Night Lords.

After a nervous wait they learned of their fate from this malicious ally.

"Are you betraying your allies?" the leader of the warband asked the latter in disbelief.

"Otherwise? Oh, of course you can refuse..."

Even through blood-red eyepieces, these Chaos Space Marines could detect the expression of interest behind the Night Lord's visor.

They were waiting for his resistance, preferably counterattack.

These lunatics would happily slit their chests open and pierced their hearts if he dared to.

Then pick out their bones, and carve their so-called beautiful Nostramo characters on them, enough to be one of the countless collections in their boring lives.

"Okay. We get it."

He eventually complied, and led his brother aboard the airship bound for the ground while the other watched.

Such a result did not satisfy the midnight lord.

He scraped his teeth with his tongue regretfully, then turned away and reported to Melville DeWitt on the bridge.

In the dark sky, the inconspicuous hull of the airship detached from the deck of the battleship, turning into a spot of light and flying towards the satellite.

At this time, Calvin had just confirmed his final decision with the four of them.

Under the watchful eyes of the four, he patted his hand on the temporary dynamic diagram drawn on the data board, and said in a firm tone:

"Create chaos! But remember to keep the retreat! After you lure the enemy's defenders off the field, you can retreat!"

"Then what do you do?" Claudia couldn't help asking.

"Me? I plan to find a chance to board their mothership and have a look..."

Facing the eyes of the fighting nun, Calvin looked through the low ceiling in the basement to the distant night sky.

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