Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 252 Choice and Destruction-like Opening

War is like a cup of strong wine just out of the oven. The excitement of blood and fire makes everyone who is lucky enough to drink it unforgettable for a lifetime;
But whether it is a mortal or a hero, the deep impression on it is only when the first glass of wine is contained in the mouth.

Against the backdrop of the deep space dominated by icy black tones, Calvin stood for a long time in the platinum domed hall of the Redeemer of the Dead.

The light-sensitive crystal on the porthole is deliberately adjusted to the incident spectrum, which makes the fire light on the atmosphere of the planet Storm in the distance look soft.

"What's your impression of them?"

Calvin didn't look back, and asked a question without beginning or end.

Curtains made of silver silk brocade meandered down from the several-meter-high window, like a metal waterfall fixed by time, and finally flowed at the feet of this giant who was also silver.

"A tyrannical life, a catastrophe for the galactic beings."

Allen lowered his head and thought for a while, and seriously answered the test from the father of genes.

"Is that all there is to it?"

The owner of the voice seems to have entrusted his spirit to the starlight outside the window, leaving only his body and voice here.

"And their particular culture or...spiritual nature"

Having said that, Allen recalled the scene of fighting the orcs:
These tyrannical and cunning races overflowed with tyrannical and cruel qualities from their bones.

And these inhuman traits have nothing to do with the environment in which they grew up, but may only come from their genetic level, or from a deeper place.

"So, you believe that they are intelligent, right? Just as our spirits feel after colliding with them, their spirits are also real."

"What do you want to express?" Allen looked up at Calvin's back.

"You gave us life, and you taught us to be loyal to the Emperor."

"It's me." Calvin admitted.

"But now you admit the existence of their beliefs?"

The 3-meter-tall silver-armored giant couldn't resist taking a step forward, but was immediately frightened by the offense he had made to his creator.

"That's not a contradiction," Calvin replied.

"But it means that you also recognize the existence of their gods."

Allen asked stubbornly.

"Yes. I don't deny their existence. Just like we must admit that we are only the heirs of this galaxy, not the creators."

Calvin withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the eldest son in front of him, and narrated his thoughts to the young gray knight.

"We were born of the Emperor's final gift to humanity.

We are humanity's struggle to be real in this universe.

We dare to face any cruel reality.

We, too, should become sharp knives that slash at other gods under the belief in the Emperor. "

Allen knelt down slowly, and his burly body expressed his respect to Calvin with the most pious eagle salute.

"As you think, it is our wish."

Calvin laughed, and this interesting internal discussion came to an end:

"See, we are not deceiving ourselves, stubbornly lying to ourselves, unwilling to face reality.

On the contrary, we know that the enemy is terrible, but we are still willing to face them.

Only such true bravery will be sufficient to fulfill the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor.

We have never been afraid, even if the road ahead is bleak;
We are never lost, even if the road is long and difficult.

This is the meaning of our existence. "

Calvin's eyes became far away again, and in the collision with the orc's will, the two colossal images projected in the warp, whose ends could not be seen, resurfaced in his mind.

Tyrannical and cunning, cunning and tyrannical.

hehe.Calvin smiled lowly and clenched the warhammer in his hand.

Then let fate decide, decide the ultimate ownership of this universe, and decide who will go and who will stay in the fate of the two races.

The battle on Starfort continues, and the assault on Storm's homeland has begun.

From Calvin's point of view, since the human race ignited the flames of war to the last core of the defense system, their strategic purpose has been achieved.

The stationing of the Star Militia is not so much to eliminate the orcs there, as it is to temporarily silence the unavoidable star castle on the eve of attacking Storm's homeland.

The victory or defeat of that city is not worth mentioning to the empire. When the large army is projecting power to the planet itself, it can complete its goal without any time to destroy it.

The choice before Calvin had nothing to do with the fate of Star Castle. What he was concerned about at this time was the whereabouts of the main force of the orcs.

The existence of the battle moon may be like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head.

The uncertainty it brought prevented Calvin from deploying the main force rashly.

And this conversation with Allen strengthened his inner thoughts.

"Inform Moloch that the attack is under his command. I am in orbit for good news from him."

"Your will."

Allen had given Calvin's order and was preparing to deliver it.

But looking at Calvin's back, he still couldn't help asking about the Gray Knight's mission.

"What about us?"

"Us?" Calvin seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be responding to Allen's question:
"Here we are, not going anywhere. We are here, waiting for our enemies."

"Yes!"

Allen, who was confirmed, turned and left, conveying this order representing Calvin's strategic judgment.

The Astartes in the assembly hall within the strike fleet were inevitably damaged by the battle ahead.

But they were still organized into warbands, standing on a thick metal floor like a steel forest.

Calvin's order has arrived, and Moloch, who has been resting with his eyes closed, got the news from the communicator, and suddenly stood up with his burly inhuman body, and initiated a call to the other battle captains on standby:

"In the name of the Emperor! The Titans are called! This strike is my responsibility.

Listen to my order below!

Strike cruiser orbital bombing starts now!
In an hour, I'll see Storm's northern hemisphere with nothing but our guns! "

Following his order, the gates on the bottom of the orbiting battleship for large bombs and airdrop pods were opened one by one.

The dense bombs like raindrops are like pieces of dark clouds, falling from space into the atmosphere in pieces!
The weapon array of the cruiser, which had adjusted its firing stance in advance, was bustling with activity.

The locomotive-sized warheads in the macro guns several meters thick and more than [-] meters long were hoisted and loaded.

As the crane matched the rear half of the gun barrel with the fixed front section outside the battleship, the gunners dragged the trigger lead and ran towards the bunker in the cabin.

When the order to fire on the bridge was issued on time, the gunners pressed the triggers of the huge macro cannons in an instant, and began to bombard Storm's continent!
The orcs on the ground, like an invisible green tide, had already regained their morale from the previous regular fire watch.

In their simple minds, there is only contempt for human beings and expectations for war.

When the first round of macro artillery shells caught up with the large bomb that was still falling, within a few breaths of throwing the former away, the entire continent was occupied by a mushroom cloud full of iron and fire!
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(End of this chapter)