Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Among the blue-gray piles of rocks, Marsh was leading his team towards the back of the canyon. The icy stream flowed not far from the team, and the shattered rock edges scraped by the glaciers from time to time scraped against the painted steel armor. layer.

The high-altitude drop brings about a changeable climate, and also breeds the rich ecological environment of the entire Fermara Mountains. In the canyon that was sunny half an hour ago, a little bit of snow has already fallen.

Marsh at the front of the line occasionally looked up at the glacier in the distance, but he still recalled the conversation just before the separation in his heart.

"Us?" Helm raised his head to look at the comrades around him, and then said to Marsh after meeting Ruger's eyes:

"We? Of course we have to stay as bait! Otherwise, how could they continue to invest in troops?

There won't be too many enemies where you're going, but the hole in that fortress must be plugged before the company can send reinforcements. "

Helm's words are still in front of his eyes, but Marsh has deep doubts about it.

Will there really be reinforcements?Marsh was hopeless.

After contacting the command data link of the hunting group and the company, he already knew that they themselves were the last mobile support force...

But this is still a secret to the soldiers, and the veterans in the hunting group don't want to spread this kind of information among the soldiers, so Marsh can't discuss it with his comrades around him, and the burden of this emotion should not be the responsibility of the wolf cubs responsibility.

Heh... Marsh shook his head slightly and laughed at the changes in human nature.

He was only two hours away from being promoted, but at this time, he was looking at this issue from a scrutinizing and caring perspective, as well as the comrades around him who were once Blood Claws.

The snow flakes were still falling quietly, and Marsh watched the crystal clear ice crystals fall and melt on the power armor on the way, thinking about these complicated issues with ecstasy.

"Someone has changed..." Mitchell's voice broke the silence on the team's communication channel more than a dozen meters behind him.Also Bloodclaw, he was Marsh's partner in the Langfang Castle era, and he was also the main force in charge of close combat in this makeshift team.

"Yes! Yes!" Alechev, who was farther away, echoed Mitchell's words, and was struggling to jump over a boulder with a heavy bolt gun on his back.

"I'm so envious!" Burrows also accepted the ridicule of Marsh from his comrades in arms. He put the heavy ammunition box on his back under his feet, and simply stood still and shouted loudly in the valley.

Marsh smiled and looked back, the sharp and ferocious rocky beach in the canyon was like their fate, and the formation of comrades in arms was like a thin thread, connecting each other in this cruel environment.

There are five small figures advancing in the canyon further away, and Hobson who is closest behind him is the entire staff of their team.

Hobson, who is also a gray hunter, was as shy as before, just smiling and watching his comrades use their activity to relieve Marsh's emotions.

He was much older than Marsh, and naturally he was not recruited in the same period as these bloodclaws, but this did not prevent him from understanding the recruits.

As in the countless hours he spent with his brother in Fenris:
The wind and snow outside Wolf Fang Castle will never stop, but in the corner of the castle amidst the howling wind and snow, the wolf cubs are accompanied by the spirits of the bonfire and the fight among their companions, which always makes people feel a little warm.

It wasn't until Marsh looked at him that the warrior who was accustomed to silence asked softly:

"So, what is our Lord Marsh worrying about? Isn't an early promotion enough to make you happy?"

"Of course not, I just..." At this moment, Marsh returned to the state of a recruit. He tried to defend himself with a little embarrassment, but he couldn't tell the truth to the brothers who grew up with him.

And how could Hobson embarrass his colleagues?

His purpose had actually been achieved, and although he couldn't be as close to him as Marsh's brothers, it was always a good thing to be able to put Marsh at ease through conversation.

"Oh, then don't explain." Hobson didn't give chase, but pointed to a medal in Marsh's hand while bypassing a rock the size of an armored personnel carrier:
"Compared to your expression, I'm more interested in that thing. Do you know what it does? Where did Dad get this thing?"

"I don't know..." Marsh looked at the huge stone medal in his hand, and fell into thinking and doubts. This thing, like the power sword behind him, was given to him by company commander Luke and his father Helm. Gift before departure.

"My father just said that this thing was given by those brothers in silver armor. If we have any problems, we can try to use it to solve it."

"Hey! How mysterious! Isn't it?" Mitchell joined the conversation in the communication channel in the distance, and Alechev and Baros followed immediately.

"Have any of you heard of them? I heard that the wolf has met their leader, and..." Baros asked the other brothers with a mysterious expression.

"Don't hear about it!" Hobson was much stricter when facing these bloodclaws, especially when it came to the Gray Knights, many issues became more cautious.

But they were still in a battlefield environment, so Barros shut his mouth embarrassingly after noticing Hobson's rare seriousness.

The group of people are all Astartes who have undergone plastic surgery, and their footsteps are naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

It took only a little over two hours to cover the distance of dozens of kilometers. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the huge outline of the glacier was already in sight.

The people in the team have already started to get nervous, because they don't know if there are enemies here, and just to be on the safe side, the team has entered the combat mode in the last [-] kilometers.

After the [-]-man combat team assembled, they began to advance side by side according to the firepower configuration. Marsh could not grasp the positions of everyone at this time, and could only confirm from time to time through tactical habits and communicators.

Hobson has long since disappeared. This is how the sniper will enter the edge of the battlefield ahead of time.The optical camouflage cloak barely showed any trace against the twilight, but Marsh still instinctively knew his approximate direction.

The striker has been investigating, but has not found anything unusual. As time goes by, the team's position is getting closer and closer to the spire of the glacier.In the silent communication channel, apart from the occasional password confirmation, there is only the breathing sound of the helmet grille.

"No abnormality!" Baros, the leading soldier in front, reported back. His tone in wartime was completely different from his daily chatter.

Marsh could hear the doubt and anxiety in his words, because this anxiety came earlier in his heart...

The snow had stopped, but for some reason Marsh's hanging heart became more tense.

boom!
Under the sudden roar of the bolt gun, all team members instinctively moved closer to the nearby bunker.

A special bolter with a purple flame tail was fired into the sky from the blind spot of the team's left front.

The vision-strengthening nerves allowed Marsh to follow the trajectory of the bullet all the way, and the bullet in the eyepiece had no effect other than escaping some obscure radiation.

"Fluorescent bomb No. 559!" Hobson's voice rang through the communication channel, but then fell silent with a cry of pain.

559?Fluorescent bombs?what is that?The unfamiliar information made Marsh pause for a moment.And a bullet aimed at his head was dodged because of his unexpected stop.

The text on the screen of the eyepiece is displayed line by line. In the past, the servo without delay seemed bulky and sluggish.

The automatic identification system was still pulling out information from the database, but Marsh, who was fighting back and dodging, felt a bone-chilling chill overflowing from his soul while reading the information between battles.

No. 559 special fluorescent bomb, a special ammunition developed and equipped by Mars for the needs of infiltration and reverse osmosis operations, which was used by a few legions during the Great Expedition.

This ammunition has only one effect, and it is extremely difficult to achieve.

The principle is to use the radiation emitted by special radioactive elements in the projectile to identify units carrying or contaminated with a certain medium on a large scale on the battlefield.

And the environmental conditions for this medium to work are extremely harsh, so that during the Great Expedition, the legionnaires rarely found an atmospheric environment that met the conditions for use.

Therefore, in the last ten years of the 200-year Great Crusade, Harbaugh, the Mars foundry general at the time, personally presided over the meeting, and with the consent of all foundry deputy supervisors, all production lines of this ammunition were dismantled.

The Astartes battle group on the empire’s side rarely had such ammunition in stock due to conflicts in combat modes, especially after the Raven Guards left, this ammunition had long since disappeared from the empire’s weapon list.

But now they have encountered it, and the user of this ammunition is obviously not a friendly army.

What terrifies Marsh the most is the end of this note:
A line of red Gothic fonts clearly stated the chemical properties of this medium - water-soluble, volatile (it will expire in 30 seconds if the temperature is above [-] degrees Celsius).

What a simple and cold word, it not only answered Marsh's doubts, but also erased the last bit of luck in his heart.

He instantly understood the battlefield logic of this ambush—Snow!

It was the snow that covered the entire canyon!And the remaining rationality in Marsh's brain was almost crushed by this news!
This inconspicuous snowfall turned out to be a trap prepared by the enemy, but he didn't know anything about it, so he led his brothers into the center of the trap!
Hoffman's injury has a reasonable and cruel explanation here. After a long journey of tens of kilometers, the power armor of the entire team, without exception, was covered with snow water with this medium.

And Helm and the others!
Can they detect the conspiracy behind this snowfall?

Can they react in advance from this subtle malice?

30 seconds, short but deadly time.

Instinctively, Marsh sent this message on the communication channel, and sent a warning to the rear position in plain text, ignoring the danger of being locked on the communication channel.

But he also clearly understands that in the confrontation with the Astartes Superman of the same level, these few seconds are the key to life and death, victory or defeat...

It was too late, even if the number of enemies was not much different from them.

In the face of the battle, half of Marsh's teammates fell.Although the remaining fighters escaped the fatal sniper, they were also injured on average.

The icons of his comrades in the communication channel went out one by one, but he could only use the weapon in his hand to fight back in vain.

Barros was the first to fall, and he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. Before he died, he used the melta bomb in his hand to bring the same death to the sneak attacker.

Marsh didn't have time to mourn for him, even though he knew that with the rise of that plasma flame, he lost this brother forever, and even the gene-seed was impossible to get back.

Then there was Mitchell, who tried to get close to the enemy, but was hit by multiple bolt bombs on the way to charge.The honeycomb-like breastplate still couldn't stop him from roaring bravely, but a burst of red plasma completely melted his head.

With his headless body, he fell heavily on the glaciers of the Fermara Mountains. He will never return to the snowfields of Fenris, and he will never make that kind laugh at Marsh again. .

Alyochev was also dead, with the heavy bolter he had just tricked from his mentor, and died under the enemy's sniper rifle while forcing fire on the enemy to cover Mitchell.

Although he successfully completed revenge for Mitchell before his death, Marsh didn't feel any comfort in his heart.Two ferocious Corrupted Astartes fell not far in front of him, but there was only more anger simmering in Marsh's heart.

It was his fault, but it was to be borne by the blood of his brother.

This was his sin, but fate let him survive.

The angry blood pumped to the extreme in his heart, and the wolf spiral in his blood was violently broken and reorganized; the turbulent killing intent split the corners of his eyes, and bloody tears fell from them.

"Russ!" A howl that didn't sound like a human voice came out of his mouth, and he couldn't tell how much hate and how much love there was in this call.

Marsh, whose muscles were bulging with blood, leaped heavily from behind the rock, his arms raised high holding tightly the great sword that Luke gave him.

The two Word Bearers cautiously approached him with crossed shot angles, completely unable to react to the dramatic change between the elbows.

In their field of vision, there was only a gray shadow rushing in, and in the pupils of the head that flew high in the next second, there was only surprise that could not be prevented, and the hideous face with lips propped up by canine teeth.

A dozen steps away, another Word Bearer was holding a plasma pistol and aiming frequently, but no matter how many times he tried to lock the target, the gray figure always crossed the crosshairs one step ahead of him.

Bullets are still shooting at each other on the battlefield, and in the milliseconds of fighting, people on both sides have fallen.

bass!
The upper body of the Word Bearer slowly slid from his waist as the disintegrating stance cut into the metal groan of the ceramite breastplate.

And just as Marsh, who was panting on the ground, raised his head and continued to search for the target, an extraordinarily tall shadow walked out slowly from the spire of the glacier with a sniper bolter on his shoulder.

"It's interesting!" A growling growl came out of the giant's mouth, but the alienated throat made his words more like a howl.

He casually tosses the bomb at his waist, and his footsteps towards Marsh suggest that he wants to have some fun for himself at the end of the fight.

This is a giant with a height of more than 2.8 meters, even among the supermen of Astartes, it is rare and burly.

The ferocious and twisted sharp horns extended from his helmet and shoulder armor, which had been completely integrated with his body, and complemented his hands that were also twisted into giant claws.

However, the Colchis text originally used to sing praises to the emperor filled the entire space on his body with profane curses.

"Death!" Marsh swung his heavy sword and fought the Word Bearer.

The power sword and sharp claws waved, causing the power armor of the two men to be damaged at an alarming speed. Driven by the electromagnetic muscles and the power of the devil, shoulder bumps, elbow hits, knees and even head cones were all crushed by the two giant beasts. Do it without hesitation.

The difference in body size brings absolute suppression in strength, but with the same experience and skills, the gap in strength means absolute suppression.

Marsh's height of nearly 2.5 meters is quite majestic among his companions, but he still looks weak in front of this enemy who is a head taller than him.

Wildness and anger allow him to display his martial arts at a super level, and this is only the reason why the battle can continue.

Finally, at a certain moment, the crackling molecular stand blade was caught by the giant claw amidst a whine.

And in Marsh's yellow wolf eyes, a small crack on the power sword appeared at the same time as another giant claw of the enemy.

tom!
A gunshot in the distance saved his doom, Marsh took the opportunity to pull away, and the giant lowered its paws from its face.

The distorted bullet fell from the back of the giant claw's hand with green smoke, and Hobson, who fired the shot with all his strength, used all his strength to remind his comrades:

"Use that medal!"

"Medal?" Marsh subconsciously stretched his hand to his waist, and the Word Bearers also noticed the unremarkable stone.

The fingers stained with devil's blood felt a severe burning sensation the moment they touched the stone, and the stimulated cross-shaped medal began to emit incandescent light from the inside out!
On a mountain ridge dozens of kilometers away, the wild wolves supporting from the rear were marching forward with a small team of gray knights.

And when the medal was activated, all the gray knights sensed it and stopped in an instant.

The perception of cleaning marked the location of Marsh in the minds of the gray knights, and the demon standing not far from Marsh was instantly locked by the will of the legion!
hum!
A more dazzling ray of light penetrated the barrier of the physical space, and shot from the medal towards the demon, and the demon used the runes on it to make a final resistance in the black smoke.

In the war at the soul level, it tried its best to maintain its connection with the real world, and when the confrontation reached its peak, even its source of power was weighed on the balance of victory and defeat.

An indifferent gaze descended from the distant starry sky, making it instantly feel the fear of being stared at by a giant beast.

Countless souls condensed behind that gaze, and amidst reprimands of "You are a heretic" one after another, this sad servant of chaos felt the darkness at the end of his life.

"A little sleepy……"

These were the last words of the fallen Marsh when the vanguard of the Gray Knights and Wolves felt the field.

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