Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 487 Plan to Save Elephants—Meet

Clang… Clang… Clang… Clang…

The silver-gray steel boots in front of him were still ravaging the carpet on the floor, while the joints of the power armor on the four giants around him were colliding regularly.

Cassin could feel the distinctive coldness of their spiritual energy. It was a taste that was completely different from anything she had tasted before...

It’s not the brutal flavor of the flesh-and-blood type that reveals the madness, nor is it the unreasonable directness of the telekinesis type;
It’s not the kind of destructive type that shows a vague sense of loss of control under the violence. Well, it’s not exactly the type of demon type that is somewhere between disciplined and complete insanity...

She was also well aware of the psyker's dislike of her.

The untouchable is like a window leading to the abyss in front of ordinary people. Just accidentally seeing the bottomless abyss behind the window is enough to make ordinary people's fragile souls lose control due to fear.

The instinct of self-preservation in the subconscious, similar to the bitter feeling of toxins in the taste buds, uses instinctive disgust to restrain mortals from staying away from them.

In front of these psychics, she was more like a black hole that was detected by light but did not respond at all.

Psykers who have adapted to psychic energy and regard it as a natural organ are destined to be unable to receive corresponding feedback in front of her.

The weightless sense of dislocation and crisis instinct are the biggest reasons why they are disgusted and feared.

Cassin had hunted psykers countless times and tasted the fearful bitterness of the psychic powers they released.

But the psychics around her were obviously exceptions. Their souls still hated her, but after the fluctuations of psychic energy reverberated in the abyss of her chest, they maintained an inhuman calmness in an unprecedented state.

Gray Knight, this word was chewed over and over again in her mind.

This was not the first time she had encountered these mysterious angels, and the Inquisition's amnesia spell was obviously useless to her.

In fact, these people were also the few Astartes groups she was allowed to have contact with under the regulations of the Black Ship Alliance;
In the past 100 years, these mysterious Astartes have been in constant contact with Cassin's black ship fleet at an unprecedented and increasingly frequent frequency.

But this is not a reason, at least not a reason that can convince Cassin to temporarily recall her from the fleet bound for the Pacific Star Territory.

She didn't know what was special about herself, and she didn't know why these Gray Knights, who had never said a word during their previous encounters from boarding the ship to leaving, treated her with such "important attention".

Thoughts have no end, but there is a road.

With lowered eyes, the steel boots in front finally stopped at a certain moment, and when the two giants behind them also stopped, they knocked the ends of the goose-egg-thick halberds in their hands on the floor.

The Unsworn, who had been standing silently behind Cassin, finally couldn't help but turned to her in fear, hoping to find spiritual support.

If they had such a thing as a mind...

"Madam." The young Unsworn whispered softly, and Cassin placed his palm on the back of the former's outstretched hand.

In the dim corridor ahead, two embossed doors made of fine gold were silently pushed open by two Imperial Guards. The Gray Knight, who had been guiding (monitoring) Cassin, lowered his head slightly and stood to both sides, gesturing for her to continue forward. OK.

"Let's go..." Cassin said to the Unsworn in sign language, and then took the first step towards the door.

The space behind the door was different from what she expected. It was not as grand as the ones she had passed along the way, and it was not as gorgeous as what she had seen along the way.

But it didn't matter, because from the first moment they stepped into this space, all the attention of Cassin and her little sisters had been firmly attracted by the figure sitting in the middle of the room.

"Leviathan..." Cassin's sign language and the exclamation of the Unsworn appeared at the same time, and the meanings they represented in the Silent Sisters' classics all pointed to the same meaning.

A super-standard existence that can make the Sisters of Silence feel threatened just by looking at it!
In the flashback table of psychic strength in "Oath of Silence", the level is close to the limit of human beings or all other species that can maintain physical existence in the universe - α+!In just a moment, Cassin understood the feeling of being penetrated and even burned as described in the classic "Vow of Silence";

The young Silent Sister next to her has already experienced a rare but extremely dangerous "disintegration" phenomenon under the "illumination" of this boundless spiritual energy.

"Silence! Take back your sight!" Another sudden command interrupted the two people from their dizziness, and it was only then that Cassin realized that there was another giant in this small hall. .

The source of the danger was obviously reminded by this voice, so this being who was taller than Cassin just sitting in the armchair finally withdrew his eyes from the documents on the desk and at the same time restrained his own strength.

"Sorry...this was a really bad meeting."

Calvin nodded apologetically to the two ladies, who obviously hadn't figured out their situation yet.

Although he had no knowledge of the two people in front of him, Cassin still showed the responsibility of a qualified leader and stood in front of the young nun who was languishing on the ground as a protector.

Like a mother, she looked at Calvin angrily with the eyes of a defender, and this lady-like look actually made the latter's already apologetic eyes become gentler.

"Madam..." Calvin couldn't help but read aloud.

In anger, Cassin no longer worried about the other party's identity, but directly responded to Calvin's words:

"I can't stand it, my lord from Terra!"

"Uh..." After regaining consciousness, Calvin found that the other party showed no sign of recognizing him. Cassin's response made him shake his head and laugh, and he could only look at the other giant present for help.

"Ahem...please calm down, madam. There are no enemies here, and what just happened was just an accident."

Trajan's eyes twitched slightly, but he still patiently comforted the nun in front of him.

The plot unfolding in front of him was obviously beyond his expectations. He had clearly agreed to act as a middleman, so why was he suddenly needed to ease the atmosphere?

Cassin, who is now the "lady" of the Mariachi Band, finally recovered, but when her eyes swept over the armor on the comforter, her originally peaceful eyebrows rose uncontrollably again.

"Oh, one of the Emperor's guards..."

As she spoke, Cassin no longer had any scruples. She simply picked up the young nun's body and strode out.

"It's over!" The only two men in the hall looked at each other. The two big shots who were supposed to be reprimanding Fang Qiu and taking charge of the party now showed helpless expressions.

Seeing the lady's footsteps getting closer and closer to the door, Calvin suddenly had an idea and finally remembered some of the conversations he had on the Black Ship.

He opened his mouth and said to the lady who had already walked to the door:
"Kashin, Seul, Uncle Andre, you still owe me a reply!"

clatter……

The hand that had been holding the young nun's hand because of anger suddenly let go, and the pale blood vessels in the clenched palm were relaxing.

The young nun obviously didn't understand the current situation and was looking at Calvin with a confused expression.

The tall, cold figure looked back in disbelief after hearing Calvin's words.

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(End of this chapter)