Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"In this way, I have really become an exception with no previous rules to follow?"

Calvin laughed at himself about his situation, skipping over the flashing thoughts before.

Looking at the envoy of the Forbidden Army who represented the will of the Tower of Hegemony in front of him, his words continued the topic from the stagnant air.

Nicholas breathed a sigh of relief, and the gradually increasing heartbeat in the power armor also began to relax slowly.

Even with all the mental preparations before coming, it was beyond Nicholas's ability to face the possible wrath that he was about to interfere with a Primarch's authority.

This is also the particularity of Calvin, which made the Tower of Hegemony dare to try this after repeated internal discussions;
If it were any other member of the Primarch, Nicholas would never dare to attempt to touch their will without the order of the Emperor.

Nicholas never had the chance to experience the horrors of facing the wrath of a Primarch from the Legion era.

But even in the difficult few seconds just now, Nicholas, who had no spiritual perception at all, still felt powerless in the raging sea.

It was a silent tide surging under the seemingly calm water surface of the sea. It was a force capable of destroying the world, violently agitating in a dark place that could not be seen but could be felt.

There will be no next time, Nicholas said to himself.

But he immediately remembered with a wry smile that it was his long-term mission to accompany Calvin's growth.

The two maintained a subtle tacit understanding on the previous topic, and kept avoiding talking about his core rights;
And the following conversation seemed to be talking about other matters, but the meaning in the words was not far from the scope of certain things.

"You have always been the exception. The Emperor has been generous enough to you because He expects too much from you."

Nicholas struggled to maintain a steady tone, and even deliberately controlled the frequency of his heart.

This is his second overreach in a short period of time.

Discussing his relationship with the Emperor in the presence of a Primarch, Nicholas swore it was something no Custodian had ever done.

"Hmm... very interesting statement."

Calvin's smile remained the same, but waves surged in his silver-gray eyes.

He wasn't one of those elder brothers who followed the emperor all the way to fight in the era of the Great Expedition, so naturally he didn't have a huge legion and corresponding, unquestionable meritorious service and status.

He has a clear understanding of this from the very beginning, and he always reminds himself not to be arrogant beyond his ability;

But when will it start!

Or what gave these mortals courage!

Talk about his relationship with the Emperor in front of him?
Am I being too lenient?
Or is it excessive weakness that makes some people think he is an object that can be manipulated?

Huge anger accumulated in his heart, and the air in the hall seemed to be frozen, so that the breath of the Custodian Captain could be heard clearly.

In the huge hull of the Retribution Angel, starting from the nearest Alan Janus, all the sons of Calvin can clearly feel the anger from the gene father;
Silver light slowly lit up from each pair of eyes, feeling the shame and anger that they felt, making them stop the affairs around them, and the weapons in their hands creaked.

call!drink!
The Gray Knights echoed the Gene-Father's sentiments in a low voice, the storm continued to brew, Legion mode spontaneously activated in the rage of the soul.

On the ice-blue dharma ring, vividly carved laurel leaves are lighting up one by one, and on the projection of the soul on the other side of the subspace, a round of silver-black moon is appearing in the void from small to large and quickly.

A passing Tzeentch demon is traveling through the warp with a disembodied ideology;
When this huge celestial body appeared in front of it, the gentle but fierce silver light swept across the surroundings.

The demon had no time to react in a hurry, and was illuminated by the silver moonlight, forcibly manifesting its form in the physical universe.

Ga?
The soul-penetrating flame of purification was immediately ignited from its source, and it only had time to blink its eyes in confusion as it was covered in flames, before disappearing soundlessly into this dangerous space.

Wave……!
After absorbing the existence of the Tzeentch demon, the moon hiccupped in satisfaction, and disappeared into the warp-distorted darkness without the concept of time and space again.

In the distant realm of the gods, a demon prince with two bird heads was also looking at the scepter in his hand with his retrograde eyes in confusion.

"No...do it again?"

Its other bird watching the future turned its head to the side:

Immediately, a group of bird-headed monsters that were a few sizes smaller than it, which it used as test subjects, like frightened chickens, crowded each other and retreated in panic...

In reality, Calvin raised his eyebrows. This unexpected gain finally temporarily distracted his attention from Ben Lin's out-of-control anger.

Calvin, who came back to his senses, looked at the company commander of the Imperial Army who was already sweating profusely in front of him, but he couldn't blame him after all.

Nicholas' figure was tall enough, a giant who was nearly 3.1 meters tall when wearing armor, and was the incarnation of the emperor's angel in the eyes of others.

But in Calvin's eyes at this time, the difference between them was no longer indescribable in the physical sense.

The difference between the two at the soul level was even greater than the contrast between the battleship under their feet and him.

His state at this moment is like a transparent book in Calvin's eyes. His struggle and restraint are like the high-speed power servo working on him. From the beginning to the end, he has to struggle to maintain his body functions just for self-protection. balance.

The fear hidden in the deepest part of his soul is just as common as all mortals when they face him. It is just the pride of being a servant of the emperor, barely maintaining his dignity.

Yes, it is precisely because he is such a special existence that those mortals who have been hurt by Horus will be so vigilant against him who has no checks and balances.

The Imperium could no longer afford a second Rebellion, nor could the Imperium's institutions accept another nascent Primarch beyond the mortal age.

"So, I need to be more sympathetic to his difficulties, and try not to destroy the original structure when the empire is struggling to maintain, right?"

Nicholas, who lasted like years, finally waited for Calvin's answer before the corners of his eyes were blurred with sweat.

He looked at the demigod in front of him, and for the first time understood the origin of Marshal Trajan's complicated and powerless tone when he mentioned these Primarchs.

Hate?

fear?

fear?

Powerless?

All kinds of negative emotions hidden under the pride of the golden ambition were completely torn off their disguise at this moment, and placed in front of Nicholas.

The difference and estrangement between man and god caused his will to be greatly shaken.

If it weren't for the protection of the Emperor's faith, it would be difficult for him to face his ugly soul at this moment.

Faith is loyalty, and loyalty is a gift.

The correctness of this prayer is vividly reflected in him at this moment.

Only by believing in that sacred existence wholeheartedly can Nicholas at this time get rid of the inferiority complex caused by the realization of his smallness, and face the behemoth in front of him with the aloofness after giving up himself.

"Yes, Calvin...Your Highness." Nicholas said.