Chapter 68 The beginning of revenge and the name that spread like wildfire
The surrounding spiritual pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and it has even begun to compress breathing. This is a change that every Night Lord can feel.
They have a natural affinity with the subspace because of their abilities.
Although not as powerful as true psykers, the use of psychic powers associated with their control of shadows has always been as familiar as instinct.
But things are different now.
The power contained in the surrounding air made them both familiar and unfamiliar.
What is familiar is that they know that it is the manifestation of the existence of ether in the real universe, but what is unfamiliar is that these things that were as natural as breathing are now completely different.
In the past, they used to make them inexhaustible at will, and the power that came and went when they called it was rejecting their call.
It's like a saltwater fish that has been playing in the ocean all its life and suddenly finds itself at the mouth of a freshwater river.
Completely losing the means of livelihood and the inseparable sense of security.
Most of the Night Lords rallied behind Malthus, as if this was the only way to maintain their false sense of security;
However, there are also many war gang elites who do not believe this fact. Soon after trying to blend into the night, they escaped from the transparent air in embarrassment with being burned.
Malthus stood there with a calm expression, but his eyes and mind could smell a different flavor from these details.
This is not the work of the Red Prince!
Although it is worrying how much reason that person has now since tearing himself apart, the use of power is by no means such a simple but decisive style.
Now that they were facing this person, Malthus could hardly see the boundaries of "his" power, but the smell in the air was so clear.
Xuanhe and Kulie are the power labels of this person, and they absolutely correspond to his own behavior in this idealistic universe.
How come there is such a person and they have never heard of it?
Seeing the tall body that made his eyes hurt slowly walking out of the ruins, he became more and more desperate and at the same time accumulated more doubts in his heart.
"It's a pity. I'm afraid that guy DeWitt won't have the chance to know such precious information."
Malthus thought with some regret, and the memory of his time with Melville de Witt was also tossed out of the ocean of memory.
"That's not right!" The moment his guard fell, Malthus instantly became alert.
This is definitely not his own will!
This is the invasion of his memory by that existence!
How could he lose his guard at this time!
Doesn’t this expose DeWitt’s soul to the sight of this terrifying being?
No!
This is a premeditated hunt! The prey is his soul!
It's ridiculous that as a warband prophet, he was once the legion's think tank.
As one of the first Chaos Space Marines to grow up after the Great Heresy, his teacher still has huge expectations for him!
It was so easy for him to have his memory dug out!
But! When did this hunting start?
His face was as pale as his mask, and the composure he barely maintained became even more difficult to maintain after seeing Calvin's appearance...
"You..."
He seemed to have figured something out, but before his dry voice could finish, Calvin, who had already got what he wanted, waved his hand impatiently:
"You are worthless. Go and confess your sins to the emperor."
The huge psychic lightning was like a spark igniting in the dusty workshop.
The force field-level law order that had already been charged to the extreme suddenly received the last straw before it was activated.
In a flash of psychic lightning that was so blinding that it could be seen with the naked eye aboard the battleship Veritas, a total of 12 former Night Lords and 23 former Emperor's Children of the Chaos Astartes were burned to the ground by Calvin's Law spell.
This huge power fluctuation was felt by the entire galaxy and even more distant astropaths. The white-gold power was so cruel but also showed the hope of equality.
They one after another broke away from the unconscious sluggishness and despair, and recovered their bodies that were still stranded in the mortal world.
After walking out of their small cabin, they excitedly announced the arrival of hope loudly to the crowd of onlookers:
"The platinum-gold messenger has been sent by the Emperor! Our salvation is just around the corner!
Those slaves of Chaos will, like their masters, turn into ashes before the Emperor's emissary!
Fight! My compatriots! Kill one Chaos, preferably two or more, before you shed your last drop of blood for the Emperor!
Know that the Emperor's eyes never leave! Know that only loyalty can sleep peacefully!
In the name of ashes! In the name of ashes!"
Calvin's punishment brought many unexpected consequences.
After learning of his existence, various places in the occupied areas regained hope and morale.
While more people are spreading the news of his arrival, they are also waking up from the fear and despair of chaos.
They may have been mutated, but the renewed purity of their souls makes them willing to believe that they can be redeemed after death.
At this time, the army of Chaos was concentrated on the front line of the confrontation with the empire. At this time, they were embarrassed to find that a fire started in their backyard.
Uprisings and rebellions have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, despite their harsh control, and suppression has continued in various places.
These people who have lost hope are singing about the existence of the saint whose name is temporarily unknown and can only be referred to as the Asher, and then launch attacks one after another towards the rear of Chaos without fear of death... p>
This kind of fanaticism spread unstoppably to hundreds of planetary worlds throughout the enemy-occupied areas.
Relying on the transmission of information between astropaths is the advantage of relying on the visual experience of the first initiator himself.
When the surviving astropaths on each planet learned of Calvin's existence, they received the image of Calvin's power that the original astropath had in his mind.
They were so shocked that they had no way of knowing Calvin's name.
They had no choice but to refer to the scene they saw when Calvin destroyed those Chaos and call it the "Bringer of Ashes".
Needless to say, the meaning is simply the envoy of the Emperor who brings the flames of destruction to Chaos and turns it into ashes.
The name of the Ashbringer, driven by the fanaticism of these Astropaths, once surpassed the Emperor and became synonymous with the faith itself.
Even hundreds of years after the war, his name is no longer remembered by mortals, but the name of the Ashbringer is still tenaciously sung throughout the Orpsian Star Territory...
"Let's go! Get out of here now! Now!"
Melville DeWitt, who was still above the battlefield, did not yet know the profound significance of this battle.
He just faced the impact of Calvin's terrifying power and chose wisely but regretfully to avoid the edge!
Fifteen brothers from the war gang died here. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel sad, but he would never be so angry.
What really made him unable to let go was Malthus's death in battle!
In the current cultural background of the Midnight Lord, which is full of betrayal and deceit, he is one of the few people he can completely trust!
But he died on a satellite less than 30 kilometers away from DeWitt! But he couldn't avenge him!
He had witnessed the violent explosion of power with his own eyes, and naturally knew that if such an existence could not be fixed, then a single ship would not be able to withstand it as long as it did not have a star-destroying weapon!
Let's go!
Just go!
Anyway, without a ship, the murderer has no way to leave!
DeWitt vowed to return to the planet to find his comrades. No matter what the price, he would let the Night Lord's fleet return here and completely destroy him!
But how could Calvin let him leave so easily?
If we really let him go like this, who should we ask for for all the forbearance we had done before, even at the expense of a comrade?
Looking at the huge shadow of the Death of Truth, Calvin slowly stretched out his hand towards it.
In Calvin's eyes, the memories that belonged to Malthus began to reappear.
With the reconstruction of the memory of the Night Lord's Think Tank, every corner he has ever visited on the Death of Truth has been clearly described!
Synchronizing with these descriptions is the space composed of silver lines in Calvin's eyes!
After the description of every space, Calvin can grasp the essence of this battleship from the root!
One place, two places, three places...
10%,20%,30%……
When the progress of reproducing the battleship finally exceeded 50%, Calvin's eyes widened in vain:
"Law! Still!"
Following his deep command, a large-scale psychic position appeared in the room located in the engine room of the Death of Truth!
A large number of slave workers and priests of the Black Mechanicus were killed instantly, and the entire engine room came to a standstill!
Third update! I couldn’t stand it any longer and fell asleep.