Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 624: The Giant Carrying the Mountains

"Is that... a battleship?"

Calvin looked up and took a deep breath. The reason for the failure of energy protection in Pesma's atmosphere was obviously found, but judging from the results, he would rather not know the truth.

  How massive would a seven-kilometer-long space battleship be, and how much damage could it cause to the entire continental plate after being captured by the gravity of a planet?

Calvin felt terrified just thinking about it. This was a disaster that was enough to destroy the original ecology of the planet.

  And this was exactly the surprise that Mortarion brought to him, and it was also the first wave of official attack that the Death Guards brought to the Imperial people here as an Astartes Legion!

Drop…drop…drop…drop…

Hyperion's blessing was reminding its master, and the increasingly harsh rhythm of the howling foreshadowed the approaching disaster.

  Calvin looked down at his arm. Large patches of red numbers appeared on the screen, which quickly flashed and finally turned into a huge sign - the gravity coefficient was abnormal!

"Calculate the mass!" Calvin ordered in a dry voice, and then continued to lead the team forward. The servo began to calculate frantically, and after more than ten minutes, it gave Calvin a number that he could not accept - at least 1.7 million tons of mass.

  Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions... No! Calvin shook his head. These were things for the future. The most critical thing at the moment was the first collision of the battleship!

He originally wanted to lead the team to support the core of the battle zone, but this number and the meaning behind it told him that all ground-based defenses were meaningless under such an attack.

"Do you still want to go?" Talos asked. The alarm in the communication channel had explained the current situation to everyone. This impromptu support was meaningless in the eyes of this veteran.

"Go, I want to see it with my own eyes and record it!"

Calvin gave orders word by word, his eyes fixed on the sky. Regardless of victory or defeat, Mortarion's attack would completely destroy the ecology of Pesma - that meant the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

He took note of this account.

Another fifteen minutes later, a team of dozens of people had climbed to the top of a nearby mountain. Looking ahead, a large group of buildings could be vaguely seen on the plain at the end of the mountain range ahead.

  Calvin, who had just stood firm, had no time to react when a dull noise was heard in the air!

Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…

The sound of the air being squeezed was both funny and terrifying, but Calvin, who was nearly a hundred kilometers away, felt his hair stand on end!

He looked up towards the source of the sound and saw the black spot being burned by the atmosphere. The tip of the spot was glowing golden red and it was also bringing up layer upon layer of air rings!

  It was this thin white air ring that appeared from a distance, sweeping across the sky of the 35th War Zone while expanding at a rapid speed that seemed slow but was actually fast. All the fighter planes along the way were torn to pieces regardless of friend or foe, and a blank space was cleared on the battlefield of hundreds of kilometers!

Yet no one cares, neither the minions of Chaos nor the warriors of the Imperium!

More enemies continued to descend from the clouds, surrounding the battleship and attacking the ground. The Imperial Air Force on the ground also continued to take off, even though they knew their fight was useless!

Circling... approaching... shooting, then being torn into pieces in the turbulent air explosion, and then falling...

Including fighter planes that took off from nearby adjacent war zones, within just a dozen minutes, this air battle over the 35th War Zone has turned the loss of precious fighter pilots into rows of cold numbers.

  In Calvin's eyes, the warship that symbolized destruction had changed from a black dot that was invisible to the naked eye to a black shadow that could be observed by mortals!

three minutes……

Two minutes... One minute...

Seeing that the black shadow had descended to a height of one hundred kilometers, Calvin's eardrums began to feel uncomfortable, and the faces of the surrounding Astartes warriors were covered with bloodstains.

His heart sank suddenly, knowing that this was the combined effect of pressure and infrasound. He had to prevent this disaster, but he asked himself, could he do it?

Psychic power, he needs this power that can change reality more than ever!

The Primarch of the Grey Knights closed his eyes and took a deep breath in the expectant gazes of the people around him. His soul continued to rise in the warp, but his spirit continued to sink in the ocean of his own subconscious!

  This is the biggest difference between him and all the psychics in this world, and it is also the authority that only he and the man on the golden throne possess!

Psykers have no authority, and rely only on the soul's primitive application of mental strength. Without the cohesion and protection of divinity, the soul, as the source of power, can only be exposed in the subspace and be peeped at by others!

But he is different. The greatest reliance of the Grey Knight Primarch is that his soul naturally possesses divinity. The essence of his soul is so huge that it is indescribable that the deterrence of this divinity is truly worthy of its name in the warp!

The might of God cannot be looked upon directly! The power of God cannot be blasphemed!

Even though his soul had only recovered slightly in the past hundred years, even though he had only just begun to ignite the sacred flame on the path to becoming a god!

But divinity is divinity. Life that crosses this level will no longer fear the covetousness of the inanimate, but will be qualified to have the authority to drive over it!

Stop it, stop it!

  The giant in the Pure Land of Souls awakened from the clouds, and the flames on its crown rose! Countless praises lingered in my ears, and the whispers of the warp appeared as expected, but they were swallowed up in less than half a second!

A silver moon is slowly emerging in the endless darkness, and the living creatures fleeing madly around it are the proof of its existence!

Psychic power! Psychic power!

The icy torrent surged in his bones, and the excruciating pain was followed by an even heavier numbness. However, this pain was nothing compared to the coldness in Calvin's soul. The silver authority of order was telling him with a coldness that was enough to freeze everything - the reason why miracles are precious is that behind their greatness lies an equally expensive price.

  But it doesn't matter anymore. Calvin opened his eyes which were filled with silver light. The silver light under his feet spread like mercury on the ground, and he slowly opened his hands and raised them up to the sky!

In the sky dozens of kilometers away, a pair of giant hands that were magnified tens of millions of times were being formed. And at the moment when the iron mountains that fell from the sky met these giant hands, the halo centered on Calvin just covered the mountains under his feet!

  boom!

The huge smoke and dust obscured everyone's vision, and the roar, which was sharper and more silent than the noise, had pierced everyone's eardrums!

  For dozens of seconds, there was only silent silence in the world of the Astartes, and after the dust settled, they were shocked to see that the invisible force had pressed the hill beneath their feet down by three points out of thin air!

Talos swore that he clearly heard the Primarch's painful groan at that moment, and what made him even more horrified was the sound of the mountains beneath his feet and the Primarch's bones shattering!

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

Calvin's voice woke Talos from his daze. He turned to look at the Primarch, who was slowly controlling the giant hand in the sky, lowering the height little by little.

  But the hill beneath his feet was still unable to withstand this tremendous force, and the structures inside the mountain were collapsing visibly!

He could hear the Primarch's teeth chattering, and beyond the noise he could still hear that while the Primarch was fighting the invisible force, he was also conversing with another being.

"Bigger! Bigger!" Calvin groaned, while the psychic aura under his feet continued to spread.

At this critical moment, a hoarse and dry voice mocked in his ears:

"What are you doing, my brother...are you going to be like that idiot who grew a pair of wings and really thought he was an angel? Do you want to be the savior of this world?"

(End of this chapter)