Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 353 Dawn and Shadow

Twelve days is not a long time.

At least for an empire whose territory is so vast that it can be counted in light years, in the eyes of its ruling center—Tara, the fall of a certain galaxy or even a star area is ultimately just a statement on the document;
Twelve days is not too short.

Due to the high importance attached to the state religion, at least under the administrative efficiency of the Government Affairs Council, it has not become the inconspicuous so-and-so in the weekly official document.

The Government Council's order was replied very quickly, almost 10 days after the surrounding imperial government received the signal for help.The surrounding galaxies and even the adjacent star regions have received the call for help from Terra at the same time as they received the call for help.

But it is a pity that as the base camp of the state religion of the empire and the hub of the subspace channel leading to the solar star field, Ophelia 7 itself is the largest armed force in this star field.

In other words, if the two Astartes companies and the six Battle Sisters exceed the strength of the two Discipline Orders, they are still on the weak side in the war.Then counting the other scattered Star Militia in the star area, it can't improve the situation there.

They need to wait for support from outside the star area, such as the nearby death watch outpost, such as some small people in robes passing by because of some little secrets...

But the world of Ophelia 7 obviously didn't have such good luck.

The Deathwatch outpost around it has other things to do, dealing with the rebellion there for more than a century in the next-door sector; and in the quiet universe nearby, there is no Astartes battle group that happens to be on cruise. .

And the Eye of Terror's malice towards Ophelia 7 is so deep, and the battlefield shielding they prepared for this raid is also so sufficient:

Since the appearance of the Alpha Legion's fleet, the wave of subspace gathered near the Ophelia galaxy has become more and more active.

When a group of reinforcements gathered from nearby star regions arrived, what these imperial armed forces faced was the dangerous passageway in the subspace leading to Ophelia.

They must take the risk of being permanently lost, and must ensure that there are enough navigators to sacrifice, so that they can always maintain the positioning of the Astronomical Torch in the distorted warp wave.

And that's not even counting Geller's position.

Once the fragile "artificial reality" bubble can't withstand the energy pressure and bursts, the entire ship will stay in the subspace forever, becoming the food for the demons wandering around the fleet.

How to do it?

Do you want to take such a huge risk to carry out a support that is likely to be completely meaningless?

It must be known that among these temporarily recruited fleets, the number directly belonging to the Imperial Navy is only one-third, and the local fleets under the command of the governors of each star region are the absolute main force.

They will inevitably be entangled in their duties of guarding the soil, and cannot hand over all the power in their hands.

The Imperial fleet assembled outside the Warpstorm was at loggerheads, and the Admirals of the Imperial Navy had to negotiate with representatives of these local factions one by one to break them out of their self-preservation mentality.

Precious time was wasted like this. Seeing that the warp space channel became more and more dangerous, the time window for support was being missed, and the pressure on the soldiers of the empire was also increasing.

And it was at this critical juncture that the astropaths of the Imperial Navy sensed the arrival of a huge force in the warp.

This power is so great that just observing a corner of it is enough to make the astropaths lose their voices.

All the arguments in the Imperial Fleet are meaningless, because the position of the comer will directly determine the ownership of this starry sky.

From the psychic perspective, the astropath struggled to maintain himself, until he received the signal from the astropath on the large fleet, and clearly saw the cold silver light that belonged to the Indefatigable Crusade at the forefront of the fleet.

"Bless the Emperor! It's our ship! It's our ship..."

The astropath, whose head was covered in blood, tried his best to spread the message before his life came to an end.

The cheers broke the stagnant air and quickly spread from the bridge to the entire fleet.

Yes, this is exactly the fleet Calvin was in.

After an emergency mobilization, it took another twelve days to cross the distance of nearly two star sectors.

The huge force under Calvin's jurisdiction, including the battleship of the Holy Hammer Order of the Inquisition, the Krieger Astartes strike cruiser, and the Imperial Navy's escort fleet, finally made its belated appearance.

The large fleet didn't stop at all when it passed the periphery of the subspace storm, and it didn't have the slightest intention of floating up from the subspace.

In the perception of the astropaths, the spearhead of the fleet composed of three Gray Knight warships headed by the Unremitting Jihad is gathering a huge will!
Under the auspices of Calvin himself and the increase of the will of the entire legion, the psionic arrays on the entire battleship are working at full power.

Supported by the will of the legion, the psionic chorus on the three battleships faced the storm ahead of the fleet with a powerful perspective never before seen by mortals.

In the sound of hymns praising the emperor, they completely ignited their fiery souls, using their bodies as channels, giving up their ego and embracing the ether completely.

In prayer to the Emperor, they unleashed their unspeakably vast psionic energies into the warp lanes.

Countless subspace beings were annihilated at this moment, and the huge tide like a sun prominence was calmed down.

The fleet at the rear also sensed their sacrifices. Whether they were dormant or on duty, they all looked forward in unison and joined the ranks of prayer at this sacred moment.

The entire fleet is linked to each other in the warp, and finally becomes a silver torrent carrying human will!

This force is so great that the astropaths in the nearby star sector can easily detect it:
That silver light is so wide and so narrow!

It is like a long sword that is so huge that it can be measured by light points. In the prayer to the emperor and the loud hymn emanating from the sword, in the background of the silence of all the astropaths.

Facing the blockade descended by the gods of chaos, cut it with a sword!Instantly split the storm covering Ophelia 7!
"Notify the ground forces, abandon the auxiliary forces, and prepare to evacuate immediately;

The fleet was immediately de-orbited and ready for battle. "

On the orbit of Ophelia 7, in the fleet of traitors from Chaos, a person who has been working on the bridge as a servant made a sound.

The commander on the throne turned his head when he heard the sound. In the quiet command room, the huge body wrapped in steel formed a strong contrast with the weak body of the mortal.

"Follow your will, Lord Hydra." After the giant inspected the mortals in front of him for a few seconds, a hoarse voice came from behind the thick snake-scale helmet.

Satisfied, the mortal servant withdrew his gaze and stepped back into the shadows to play his original role.

"But I have a question."

The commander's voice rang out again, making the mortal's body stiff. The latter looked at his "citizens" on the throne, and his uncertain eyes were full of doubts about the former.

"But it doesn't matter." The mortal finally compromised.The layout here is too important, and if it is not necessary, he does not want to create side effects.

"Have we achieved our goal?"

The commander looked at the puppet in front of him with piercing eyes, he knew that of course that adult would not be here.

But the current situation is so dangerous, he wants to have a small luxury before dying in battle, to get some precious truth.

"Ha! You want too much." The mortal laughed.

And in the next second, inside a certain meteorite on the edge of the Ophelia galaxy, there was a voice of a mortal with a serious expression on the bridge of the Alpha Fleet at the same time:
"You just need to know that your death was not innocent.

And we, always look ahead! "

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(End of this chapter)