Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 427 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows ([-]) Arrival - Part [-]

Calvin's feeling is quite strange now. During the confrontation just now, he had a soul-level contact with the reflection of Russ on Ragnar's body, and in the next second his hand stretched out to Russ' ship - Hera Finkel.

This battleship served under Russ for more than a thousand years. As the flagship of the Space Wolves Legion at its peak, its huge space was naturally full of Leman Russ' footprints.

Everything has animism, this is Calvin's most intuitive feeling about the universe after he came to this world.

And it is also in line with his feeling that this Queen of Glory, as a space palace where Leman Russ stayed for a longer time than Fenris, naturally contains more reflections of the former wolf king.

What's more, it has never been silent. For thousands of years, the descendants of the wolf king have been nourishing this huge palace with their own existence.

Therefore, when Calvin's power really threatened Hrafinkel himself, the spirits that belonged to the space wolves accumulated for nearly ten thousand years all gathered into the reflection of Russ and roared at him in the space of the supreme sky!

The Primarch's spirit was impacted by this force, although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake him up.His original intention was to calm the civil strife here, not to destroy the spiritual totem of the Space Wolves.

Although he also regretted the sacrifices of those gray knights, he could only let go of his intention of revenge for the benefit of the entire empire.

Calvin's will loosened for a moment, and the giant hand wrapped around the entire Queen of Glory battleship also corresponded to his will, and there was a slight stagnation.

It was also at this moment that a wolf-shaped shadow saw his hesitation, and took advantage of the situation to leap out from the psychic blockade on Hrafinkel.

This path represents the ghost of a certain rune priest, leaping lightly towards Calvin in the subspace, but was forced to stop at a long distance because of the psionic radiation of the Primarch.

He fearfully "looked" at the black star in front of him. Although he knew that he was as fragile as a candle in the wind compared to it, he still let out a long howl to Calvin's soul in anxiety, in which The implied will clearly stated to Calvin:
"Hold your wrath, Emperor's Sons! All Father and Russ! We never intended to betray the Empire! For the sake of the blood we shed for the Emperor! You cannot bring this punishment down on Those who have no choice but to resist!"

"Resistance as a last resort?" The slight fluctuation of Calvin's will belonged to the various safeguards of the Inquisition Court for the Space Wolves for hundreds of years, and it was also transmitted to the shadow in this fluctuation of will.

"Arrogance." Calvin looked at the wolf spirits in front of him, and gave the most fundamental judgment on their past actions.

"You don't believe that mortals in the empire have the ability to protect themselves, just as you don't believe that this empire belongs to mortals fundamentally."

"This..." Facing this kind of accusation, the wolf soul also fell into hesitation.

He didn't want to, and he didn't have the right to admit this guilt on behalf of the entire Space Wolves, but he didn't have the time and ability to calm down both sides of the battlefield who were blinded by misunderstandings and prejudices.

"Only your judgment." In the end, he lowered his head dejectedly, and this was not a succumbing to his will, but a forced concession in this scene

Calvin was satisfied enough with his reaction. The contradictions behind this battle had accumulated far-reaching enough, and it would not be a matter of time to resolve them.

"Very well, I have no intention of destroying your bloodline, please believe me, I will give you a reasonable explanation and explanation."

The voice of the Supreme Celestial Primarch was as loud as his size, and this shadow had no time to feel fear after witnessing Calvin's body, and was immediately blown backward by the aftermath of power under the loud noise like a burst of stars.

However, his heart finally relaxed, because this great existence had stopped the punishment in his hands, and expressed enough kindness to him while being willing to communicate with him.

Time to go back.

The wolf soul nodded slightly to the Primarch in the distance, and then jumped towards its path.And after completely leaving the star's illumination, a belated fear stirred in his heart.

By the Emperor, he had thought that Calvin in reality was terrifying enough, but when he saw the origin of the Primarch in the Supreme Heaven, all that remained in his mind was fear and horror.

Is this the Primarch?

Even though he could recognize Calvin's identity immediately through the genetic memory contained in his body, who would have imagined that he was already a demigod in the real world, and had an even more terrifying figure in the subspace?

Is this also the case with other Primarchs?Impossible, at least he has never seen any Emperor's Son in the memory of the legion inheritance, who can have such a form in the Supreme Heaven.

Not even the former Crimson King, his soul is clearly recorded in the Storm Priest who was lucky enough to come into contact with him.

That is an outstanding and detached soul. He may have vast knowledge and extraordinary power. He may be able to stir and manipulate the power of the subspace through magic, and show a scene of natural disasters in the world.

But his essence will never be like the one in front of him. He is the simplest and most intuitive powerful without any flaunting or praise.

Yes, it is the simplest, most intuitive, strong, and big.

The strong side comes from Calvin's detachment that can be instantly recognized by all psykers who have attained in the soul in the fluctuations overflowing from the soul.

It can be seen at a glance, not from the gift of some existence, but from the firmness built by the cohesion of mortal souls.

The big side is even more puzzling to him, because the size of the soul is not absolutely related to strength.On the contrary, the size of a soul is absolutely related to the time it exists and experiences.

And the star-like size manifested in the supreme heaven itself shows that this soul has experienced unimaginable tribulations, and it has accumulated this kind of accumulation under countless reincarnations in thousands of years.

an immortal?An immortal with the physical body of a Primarch?
The Priest of the Space Wolves was horrified by what he had come to realize, that he might see a great secret hidden behind the history of the Empire.

But if you think so, when was he born?What is his relationship with the Emperor?
Why has there never been a trace of him in the history of the human empire?
What kind of position and role did he and his legion play in the history of the entire empire, which was full of misfortunes?

He couldn't think about it anymore, he felt that his sanity had reached the edge of danger.

And at this moment, on the real Hrafinkel, the trace of connection he maintained with his real body was being gently shaken by his comrade in arms and his apprentice.

"What was the result?"

The chief rune priest Baratheon who opened his eyes felt the light of reality again, and what he heard in his ears were the emotional inquiries of his apprentice.

"Tranquility! Tranquility..." Baratheon warned his apprentice, and he was also soothing his frightened soul.

And after the latter stabilized his emotions, the head pastor finally spoke again in his expectant eyes:
"The lord has no malice, and he is willing to listen to our difficulties. The legacy left to us by the Primarch will not perish, and there will be no new blood here..."

"All Father and Russ!" The young wolf cub shouted happily, even though the doomsday threat just now had ceased, he felt a sense of relief after getting the conclusion from his teacher. . ,

That kind of natural disaster-like scene is really too terrifying. If there is a choice, he doesn't want to see it again in his lifetime...

However, another question immediately appeared in his mind, so the young priest apprentice spoke again under Baratheon's gaze, and asked a question that he had ignored and was extremely headache:

"What about that wolf, he and the wolf guard are still on the black ship."

"Russ! Why didn't you say it earlier!"
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What about the wolf?Of course it is salad.

At this time, the bridge of the black ship was already in a mess, and Ragnar, the wolf who had just crawled out of the ruins caused by the impact, just raised his head and saw an epee in his hand, facing towards him. He was approached by the Primarch of the Gray Knights.

The initial anger had calmed down with the surge of blood. At this time, after taking Calvin's light blow, the calmness and prudence that belonged to the leader of the wolf pack finally reappeared in his brain. gain the upper hand.

Ragnar finally had time to observe the enemy in front of him carefully, his fighting instinct still existed.

A large amount of fragmented battle information was collected in his mind, and the image of Calvin was gradually spelled out, and then he drew an inference that he himself could not believe.

First of all, Calvin is big, very big...

There is no problem with this point of view, because in the Astartes Legion, the size of the body is actually its own traceability and development of its genetic seed.

And the bigger the Astartes, the closer they are to their own genetic origin on a purely genetic level, and the force they can master naturally has a higher upper limit.

Secondly, there is no second...

Looking at the huge monster in front of him who was nearly four meters tall in the armored state, Ragnar finally realized belatedly what he was fighting with just now.

Hearing the sound of Calvin's weight approaching the dreadnought mech stepping on the deck after Calvin was fully dressed, the blood in his eyes faded, and the wolf with sharply constricted pupils raised his head and even stopped breathing.

What the hell is this?

Couldn't be a Primarch, could it?

Well, even though he didn't want to admit it, Calvin's iconic body shape in the eyes of all Astartes, and the pheromone that the latter emits as conspicuous as a beacon in their senses, are using information at all levels to send Rag Na forced to confirm a fact.

A living, unknown, brand-new Primarch stood in front of him in such a bizarre and unreasonable manner.

A Primarch living in Imperial Calendar No. 309000?
A mysterious battle group that he has never seen before, but the real master of genes behind it, a primarch whose blood is directly derived from his whole father and who exists on an equal footing with his own genetic father, Leman Russ?

Fucking Khorne's ass!Is this some kind of imperial joke?
I just chopped it with the tomahawk in my hand, is this the thing?

Wait, I seem to have chopped off his gauntlet?Fuck!I'm awesome...

However, the approaching footsteps in front of him no longer allowed him to think any more. The burly figure exuding an air of irresistibility stopped walking a dozen meters in front of him.

In Ragnar's head without a helmet, the ear of Riemann, who has just recovered from the shock, has heard the voice of the mysterious Primarch!

"Come on! Since things are too complicated, let's deal with them in a simple way.

I heard you Fenris have a rule that whoever has the biggest fists will take over, right?
Although fighting against you is a bit invincible, this is already the best way.What do you say? "

"Huh?" The wolf immediately realized what Calvin meant, but shouldn't the ritual of confrontation be witnessed by the mountains of Fenris?
And according to the power that the guy in front of him possesses, he still needs to use a sword to decide the outcome?
"Use the sword instead of psychic power." The wolf's thinking was active on the surface of his soul, and Calvin solved the former's doubts with words without even prying into him.

"Come! Use the same power as you, and don't bully others." The primarch once again issued a sacred invitation to the alpha wolf, and the meaning of his words made Ragnar very angry.

Ruth up!As soon as these words came out, Ragnar visibly raised his fighting spirit again!
He will never accept contemptuous concessions from the opponent, even if the opponent is the powerful Emperor's Son!
He must not allow the honor of the Space Wolves to be damaged in the slightest, even if what he is about to face is a demigod walking in the world!
Ragnar roared angrily and rushed towards the Primarch with all his strength, while the Primarch stood quietly and waited.

The heavy battle ax was as light as nothing in his hands, and under the blessing of the ancient Terminator power armor, it was swung into a blue storm.Amid the protests from the lower deck, the sturdy figure rushed towards the silver mountain like a train.

boom!
The sound of metal impact came from the center of the battlefield, but this was not a simple impact, but nearly twelve weapon collisions within one second!
However, all of Ragnar's attacks were blocked by the Primarch with one hand like a stone sinking into the sea, and even when the opponent's desperate side shoulder hit, he adjusted the center of gravity delicately, so as to maintain his strength at the Astartes level at the same time, Continue the fight with Ragnar.

The fighting on the surrounding decks had stopped. Although the reorganized Black Templars were angry, they maintained precious restraint and did not attack the Wolf Guards under the order of the company's Marshal Field.

The latter group had no intention of attacking again after returning from the periphery of the battlefield. After they rearranged into formation, they also joined the crowd watching the battle between the alpha wolf and the Primarch...

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(End of this chapter)