Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 349 Rain Rain

"Go and call Lord Cyprien, and say it is my order."

Passing through the ranks of soldiers, Hounthorn came to the stretcher and looked down at the astropath, whose limbs were still twitching slightly even though he was unconscious, which reminded him of something suddenly.

The champion swordsman froze for a moment after hearing the order, then nodded, turned and disappeared on the edge of the crowd.

In the temporary barracks of the Imperial Fist, most of the soldiers had already received the order to garrison and left.In the quiet and spacious barracks, only technical sergeants and mechanical slaves made occasional crackling sounds.

The champion swordsman Oleg came to the barracks and went straight to the outermost corner of the camp.After passing through several barracks, a different tent appeared in front of him.

"Who?"

The people in the camp are extremely sensitive to sound, and Oleg's footsteps have already been detected by him in the distance.

"In the name of the Primarch and Lord of Earth, and by order of Captain Hohnthorne, Commander of the Fourth Company of the Imperial Fists, I have come to call upon your services."

Oleg was chanting lengthy titles, which was the complete opposite of his usual style of succinct and shocking words.

"It's raining."

hum!
It's like falling down from the ocean in reality, and it's like floating up from the tidal depths of the warp;

"Come back..." The lost soul has found his own existence, but after experiencing the baptism of the mighty power of the subspace, his spiritual self-awareness has become extremely thin.

"Do you accept the price?"

"Then, in the name of the Nikaean Accords, we unholy ones answer the Primarch's call and accept the Commander's orders!"

And what responded to him was the astropath, who nodded his head slightly with all his strength before falling into a deep sleep.
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Boom!

"At least we still have hope..."

With every response from the opponent, the tone of the champion swordsman Oleg became more solemn.

Taking the astropath into a nearby cabin, Cyprian slowly closed his eyes under the gaze of others.

The figure in the camp heard Oleg's words and gave the same solemn answer:

It is also true that even though the Imperial Fists in the post-imperial era had to compromise on the existence and use of psykers, as the think tanks in the battle group, they still had to be ordered by high-ranking officers to appear. )
The crowd in the distance was pushed aside again, and Hohnthorne opened his eyes, and saw the figures of the champion swordsman Oleg and the company's archaeologist Cyprian coming.

And after seeing the iconic power armor on the opponent, he also recalled the mission that he and his colleagues sacrificed for.

"Come back..." A call engulfed in Cyprian's spiritual power was sent to the distant star sea along the anchor point of the astropath's body and spirit.

hum!
The sleeping Power Armor woke up with the scream of the servo, and the giant made of steel also got up from the tent.

"Help him, we need his answers," Hounthorne said.

His spirit awoke from the silence, and his heart began to leap towards the direction of the highest sky; the psionic amplification device on the helmet was activated spontaneously, and the coolant in the pipes on both sides of the long staff in his hand also began to rush.

The soul of the astropath was awakened by this voice, and he recalled his self between existence and reflection.

"Come back!" He estimated the strength limit that the astropath's body could bear, and input his strength at once like a gamble.

When the curtain in front of Oleg was lifted by a big hand, what appeared in front of him was a precious and special tactical dreadnought.

"I'll try my best..." Cyprien nodded slightly, this soulless body made him roughly understand what happened to the astropath.But Ziprian's psychic power does not belong to the induction system, and he doesn't know how much he can help this unfortunate person.

At some point, Stewart, the commander of the Ultramarines, was standing behind him.Presumably, he already knew about the question and answer with the astropath in the tunnel just now.

The giant's face was covered by a helmet made of white skulls, and a cold voice came from the loudspeaker;
From the long staff with the coolant flow tube in his hand and the dense marks of purity on the armor, it can be seen that this son of Dorn has a very special tactical position in the battle group-the chief of the book (think tank).

The dialogue between the two was short and clear, and it seemed that there was a clear logic and fixed procedures being followed.

"Yes!"

(The attitude of the Imperial Fists to psykers is not friendly, especially after the "Nikea Agreement" personally presided over by the Emperor came into effect, the psykers of the Legion era have been ordered to actively drain their psychic powers in order to exhaust them. The state of the former resides within the Legion.

But still he rejoices, rejoicing to hear his own heartbeat again;
He is still thankful that he can return to the human world to experience the existence of life.

"Yes!"

Like a drowned person being salvaged from deep water, the astropath who woke up was panting violently.Sweat seeped from the pores all over his body, and the clothes on his body were soaked in seconds.

The rainy season, which arrived one week earlier than the normal solar terms, not only made the planned deployment of troops more delayed, but also added a lot of interference to the anti-aircraft weapons installed on the ground facing the orbit.

"Warriors of Dorne, lead the way."

"Thank you..." Exhausted, the astropath still looked up at Ziprian with difficulty.

"Yes!"

The dull thunder fell from the clouds, and the sky of the City of Divine Grace finally ushered in the official start of the long rainy season after experiencing the light rain just now.

Hounthorne, who left the passage of the underground fortress, stood at the observation point of the forward fortress, looking worriedly at the clouds in the sky.

"Hiss... ph... hiss... ph..."

Instead of lingering on the various visions in front of him, he turned his vision to reality. While maintaining his psionic vision, his fan-like palm stretched forward and held the bony hand of the astropath.

"Is it necessary?"

"Are you ordered?"

Under the scene at this moment, Hounthorn, who was shouldering a heavy burden, couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of ominous omen sent by the emperor.

In the eyes of the astropath, the huge power was like a hot and cold hand, forcibly holding his soul that was on the verge of being broken, and then fished it out of the subspace.

"In response to your edict..." Cyprian nodded to Hohnthorne, and at the same time found the astropath on the stretcher at his feet.

Cyprian sensed the powerlessness of the astropath, but there was not much time left for the astropath.If it continues to be delayed like this, what awaits the astropathic person will be eternal integration with the subspace.

boom!
Even though the psychic power possessed by Cyprian of the scriptures department has been careful, it is still too violent for mortals.Fortunately, the owner of this body is not here. Through the fragile link between body and spirit, Cyprian finally saw the soul lost in the wave of subspace.

The next second after completing the self-harmony of the soul, the long-lost view of the sky appeared in Cyprian's eyes.

"Has the news spread?" Hornthorn asked urgently.

"Yes, we still have hope." Hornthorn repeated the encouragement from his comrades-in-arms, but what he thought in his heart was how to maintain this hope.

"It's raining..." Stuart's voice sounded in his ear.

Sensing the strangeness in his words, Hounthorn suddenly raised his head.Then at the end of the former's gaze, he saw those tiny light spots in the sky, which were drawing bright red tracks in the torrential rain...

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