Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

The piercing siren is still whistling, but the sound has become weaker and weaker.

Morton, a railway transport worker, followed the evacuated crowd, huddled in a corner of the shelter after a day of fatigue and panic.

The cold wind spewed out by the ventilation valve in the aisle, when it blew through his drenched work clothes after running, brought out bursts of bone-piercing shivering.Instead, he and his fellow workers could only endure, waiting for the order to be allowed to leave the shelter.

"Wake up, Morton! Wake up!" The voice suddenly approaching and far away awakened Morton from his lethargy, and the concerned faces of his companions gradually restored his consciousness.

"Damn guy! Wake up! You'll get sick if you sleep like this! Don't you want to kill yourself?"

The mouth of her companion, Ticia, was still chattering, but her voice and mouth shape were divided into two parallel lines in Morton's perception, and they could not overlap in consciousness for a long time.

"Oh, you are... Ticia. I am..."

He responded with difficulty, but the face of the worker began to deform due to panic.

"Guards! Guards! Someone here is sick!" He vaguely heard Ticia calling out loudly.

And from the expanding pool of blood in front of him, Morton probably knew the identity of the "patient".

"Am I sick?" he thought.The pain in the head is concentrated in the back half, and the position should be lower.

There is the location of the frontal lobe and hippocampus, which are mainly responsible for the memory and self-cognition functions of the human body...

"I actually know this..." The extra knowledge in the consciousness is as intense as the pain, as if they are one, and come from an unknown gift together.

The footsteps of the guards were getting closer and closer, and the sound of the chitin rubbing against the carapace and the scraping of the steel pads on the soles of the leather boots was so striking that Morton could subconsciously figure out their distance from here and their gait.

"30 meters, two." He murmured unconsciously, but his attention was immediately taken away by his unstoppable nosebleed.

"it's him?"

"Yes! For the Emperor's sake, save him!"

"Don't worry, trust us."

The guard confirmed in front of Ticia, and then the two lifted Morton from his armpit and dragged him to the emergency medical cabin in the corner of the shelter.

"He will leave it to you..."

"No problem. Apart from nosebleeds, there are no other special signs. It doesn't look like an infectious disease. Don't be nervous."

"We're right outside the door, call us anytime you need anything."

"OK……"

The cramping headache continued, but it was getting weaker.

Morton felt that his consciousness was like a magical boat, constantly broken under the impact of the tide, but constantly repairing itself.

But after each repair, many more fragments of memory appeared in his consciousness.

In this way, the sanity was repeatedly baptized, and the sporadic fragments became more and more with the invasion of the tide.

Fragments in memory are forming strange fragments. Morton's sanity is like an oil lamp that spins on and off. In a dying state, he actually began to think of a proposition full of philosophical meaning:

"The boat keeps being repaired, is it still the same boat? Or..."

It wasn't just the doctor's inquiry that woke Morton from his coma again, but also the stimulation of the pupil from the flashlight.

Consciousness began a long reboot, but his instincts were still answering the doctor's questions.

"Are you okay? What's wrong with you?"

"Head...headache..."

"How much overtime have you been working lately? Have you eaten anything special after get off work?"

"No……"

"Okay, your body temperature is normal. There is no problem with your blood pressure. It should be due to overwork and a cold. I will prescribe some medicine for you..."

Putting the flashlight on the mechanical disk next to the bed, the doctor turned his head and began to write records on the table.

It is not easy to construct effective treatment regimens in pharmaceuticals that are accessible to civilians, and doctors have long accepted this fact.

click...

"Is it better?"

The faint sound of metal collisions awakened the doctor from his thoughts of diagnosis and treatment, and he habitually asked the patients behind him.

But unlike all previous patients, what he got was an answer that was too calm:

"Very good, better than ever."

"You..." The doctor who felt strange had just turned his head, and Morton, who was in sight, had walked behind him at some point.

A slender scalpel was held backwards by a big hand full of oil, and it was getting closer and closer in the doctor's field of vision...

laugh……

The sharp but inflexible blade silently cut through the flexible skin. While piercing the artery, it also precisely avoided the complicated neck cartilage, and finally cut open the trachea below the throat.

"Ho...ho..."

Seeing the doctor in front of him die, there was no mercy in Morton's cold eyes.

He picked up two more scalpels from the mechanical disk, and within a few meters from the desk to the door, the information of the two guards flashed through his mind at high speed.

"The countdown to 0 o'clock is still one hour away, and the distance from the mission target is 5 kilometers...

There are two guards at the gate, one is 1.82 meters tall, the other is 1.79 meters, both weigh approximately 85 kg, fat thickness c+, muscle dimension c, bone strength c+, reaction speed d..."

Practical killing knowledge and experience are unfamiliar to him, but it does not prevent him from applying them proficiently.

The self-awareness in memory has gradually recovered, but unfortunately, it is not the former him who returned to the world.

The guard's position was not with his back to the door, and he was unable to deal with the two of them in an instant.Morton, who was separated by the door, was waiting, waiting for a suitable moment.

"The height of the standard carapace neck guard is 4.5 centimeters, the best cutting angle is 30°, the gap between the carapace waist is 7 centimeters behind the top of the armed belt, and there is a gap of ten square centimeters behind the boot armor and knee armor... "

"Left...right...left..."

Morton repeated his plan while waiting, the memory in his brain was forming a conditioned reflex, and the trembling tendons in his limbs were also cooperating with the completion of the work.

All these preparations were completed in a few seconds, and only the cold light of the scalpel flickered in the quiet medical room.

hum...

When a vehicle full of soldiers passed by in the passage, it took the sight of the two guards away.

And the moment the personnel carrier disappeared around the corner, the door opened...

laugh!laugh!laugh!laugh……

In the empty underground corridor, in the middle of the two shadows illuminated by the light, there is a demon wreaking havoc;
The sound of intensive blade insertion sounded, and the horror frozen on the faces of the two guards and the knife wounds on the neck, waist, and knees, used their own existence to witness the entire process of this bloody killing.

Pulling off the black dust scarf from the soldier's chest and wiping the blood on his face, Morton picked up the Apirina automatic gun on the ground and skillfully completed the full gun self-inspection while breathing.

Tear off the armed belts from the two soldiers and put them on, and then insert several magazines of the same model and caliber that were found.

Morton was about to leave after arming himself, but turned back again after taking a few steps.

hiss!
The body of the guard was ransacked again, and his water bottle and compressed dry food were also taken away by him.Perhaps out of consideration for the next journey, Morton didn't even spare the boots of the two of them.

Having fully armed himself, he slipped into the shadows of the passage in standard Astartes tactical gait.

And it wasn't until a few minutes after he disappeared that the routine communication sounded from the helmets of the two guards.

One more!I'm broken, hahaha, but I feel better than yesterday.