Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"So what are you keeping, Stuart?

Right and wrong are like two sides of a sharp knife, which can never coexist.

I know you and your brothers like politics, but you shouldn't hold back on this one! "

The bell-like roar rang on the mountain top of Ophelia 7. On this icy mountain located at the axis of the planet's rotation, one of the two poles, the fortress belonging to the Ultramarines is just like their fortress in Macragge. The sanctuary is equally majestic.

"I'm waiting." Stuart replied quietly.

"Wait for what? Time has passed so long, I don't believe Ultramar didn't have any instructions?"

Hounthorn paced back and forth around his best friend, but Stuart just smiled under the former's urging, and refused to say any effective information.

He was not affected by the former's emotions at all, and he even had time to ask the increasingly anxious Hounthorn:

"And you, my friend.

The Shanzhen is just above Terra, and its recovery is faster than the limit star field far away in the sky.

Shouldn't you first talk about what the current mountain master thinks of 'him'? "

boom!
Enraged by Stuart, the Captain of the Imperial Fist erupted in an instant, smashing the owner of the fortress against the wall amidst a roar.

The two guards at the door heard the sound and entered, but they didn't know how to react to the two friends who had known each other for more than a century.

"go out!"

Stuart, who got up from the mess, waved his hand in embarrassment, and saved the guards' brains that were about to burn out amidst the entanglement.

Seeing the gorgeous beech door close again, the slightly tired voice of the Imperial Fists Fourth Company Commander sounded from behind him.

"We will not admit the emergence of a new protoplasm."

"Reason." Stuart turned around suddenly, and when he talked about the really important issues, he had to treat them with the most serious attitude.

Hornshorn was silent for a long while, and then recalled the bone-piercing battle millet when he faced Calvin, while expressing his battle group's will with difficulty:

"The Primarch is the Primarch, he is not only the child of the Emperor, but also the commander who participated in and led the revival of the Empire!
He should have his own legion!

He should have the prestige established by his own exploits!
He should have a proven will to shed blood and die for the empire!
He should not have assumed power solely by virtue of his own prowess!
He shouldn't... only rely on his blood to have the supreme glory! "

"..." Stuart looked at his comrade in silence, with both appreciation and approval in his complicated eyes.

"You know what you're talking about, right?" Stewart whispered.

The company commander of the Ultramarines laughed dumbly. He met Hohnthorne's resolute gaze and said thoughtfully:

"It's really rare...

We actually have a day when we have the same ideas as the sons of Dorn whose brains are full of stones..."

boom!
A chair was thrown at him by a yellow-painted steel giant, and the wailing of furniture being destroyed sounded again in the already dilapidated living room.

"Who the hell are you talking about is the stone?"

"Ha ha ha ha…………"

After the half-truth and half-fake teasing, the commander of the Ultramarines became serious.

He looked at Hounthorne who represented the will of the sons of Dorne in front of him, and said in a deep tone:

"Have you thought about the consequences of doing this?"

"What do you think about? What if you don't think about it?

At worst, it will be dealt with again, or there will be another "Rise of the Orcs".

We are not afraid!Even if we are all dead, there are still brothers from the Black Templar!

As long as Donne's blood remains, his will will not be broken! "

Having said so much, Hornsohn simply confessed his attitude.

"Not really."

Stuart interrupted his old friend's complaints, he folded his arms and stroked his chin to inform his comrades in front of him of his attitude.

"Ultramar's will is similar to yours, and we will not easily agree with the emergence of a Primarch unless the Emperor sends down an oracle. And..."

Stuart recalled the short time he spent with Calvin, and he keenly found out some details in the conversation:

"And that lord himself doesn't seem to be obsessed with that title..."

Just as he was about to continue his opinion, the guard at the door interrupted the discussion about Calvin.

"report!"

"Talk!" Stuart said casually, but was immediately stimulated by the news brought by the guards, and entered a real fighting state.

"Chopam star port sent a warning! The legal department found traces of chaos pollution on the transport berth at No. 15 berth. According to the material number, these containers should have arrived at the city of grace!"

"The throne is on the throne! Whose team is the closest?" Stuart instantly recalled the recent combat readiness plan, and gave clear instructions to the guards in a blink of an eye.

"Contact Sergeant Muradin and order his team to stop the training plan and rush to the orbital site of the Jopam Starport immediately!"

Hornthorne did not lag behind either. Under the watchful eyes of his comrades-in-arms, he linked the communication channel on the armor with the Thunderhawk he was riding on, and directly connected to the City of Divine Favor through the airship signal, and communicated with the Imperial Fist team in charge of defense. Direct communication:
"Li? Your team's location? Northeast direction? Very good! I order you to immediately go to the Northeast Transportation Hub of the City of Divine Favor, and cut off all traffic in the direction of the Star Port of Jopam with the authority of wartime! The order takes effect immediately..."

"report!"

Outside the chaotic meeting room, another guard walked outside the door with the latest communication.

"I want to return to my company!" Hornthorn picked up the helmet on the table and walked out.

"Okay, see you later." The company commander of Stuart Imperial Fist nodded, and then walked out.

Two giants in tactical dreadnoughts walked side by side in the passage, but there was no time to communicate.

"You read and I listen." Stuart took one of the two notices in his hand when passing by the guard, and continued to walk outward.

Then, in the warning message from the battle nuns of the Holy Hermitage Monastery that the latter said, he slightly raised his brows and handed the document in his hand to his comrades in arms:

"Look, what did I say?"

The latter didn't care about Stuart's expression, and just roughly scanned the header of the document as he strode forward:
"Bless the God Emperor! In the name of the Sacred Hammer Order under the jurisdiction of the Judgment Chamber, the Grand Master of the Silver Blade, we formally request your assistance..."

No need to look any further, Hounthorn felt that his tear ducts, which had been dormant for centuries, were showing signs of revival.

He handed back the document in his hand, and put the helmet in his arms with both hands.

On the fork in the road where Stuart watched him walk towards the apron where Thunderhawk was waiting, a faint word came from his direction...

"Really, I was a villain in vain..."

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