Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Eight days later, the long journey into subspace was coming to an end. Under the correct guidance of the navigator, the dusty Mariachi successfully jumped out of the Manzeville Point of the solar system and returned to the real universe.

The Astropath obtained the correct identification information after communicating with the Star Torch in advance in the subspace, and this information was also transferred to the galaxy defense fortress in the orbit of Mars as soon as the spacecraft returned to the real universe.

The activated defense mechanism was canceled by the signal from Mars, and the weapon arrays in the outer orbits of the surrounding planets were turned off one after another. The cruise fleet surrounding the spacecraft three astronomical units away also put away the charged light spears. It’s another peaceful day…

Almost at the same time, in the Mariachi's confidential communication room, a letter carrying Calvin's basic information and the latest updated information after the second development was also immediately and heavily encrypted, and secretly sent to Saturn. Number five. I just hope that the big shots there will notice this news in time so that the lady's hard work will not be in vain.

After a short two-day voyage, the Mariachi finally arrived at the final destination of the trip - the moon. At the most prosperous space port in the center of the empire with the largest material throughput, the black ship will collect the "cargo" collected along the way. Remove. Leave it to the empire's staff stationed on the moon by the Star Language Court.

Here, low-level psykers who have been initially judged to have no training value and illegal psykers who have not been registered with the empire will be sent directly to the Star Torch Court. Their final glory would be to be drained of all their psychic energy and become one of the countless lights of the Emperor and the Warp.

The remaining people will be taken to the Vision City, a majestic palace complex located in the Himalayas.

There, the Psychic Academy will train them for up to five years according to their specialties.

Then, after being successfully rated, they will be assigned to relevant psychic positions in various administrative, combat, and production departments of the empire.

On the contrary, those who fail or prove to be unable to withstand the training will "end up the same way" as their fellow travelers five years ago - burning themselves in the Star Torch Court is their final fate.

Calvin had basically recovered his mobility on the 22nd day of his journey in subspace. This successful decision once again consolidated the lady's authority on the black ship.

The lady, who was in a good mood because of the successful investment, even allowed him and the crew members to have the same opportunity to enjoy the services of the Kurofune public restaurant. Such privileges cannot be said to be unique on the Mariachi, but they can only be said to be unprecedented. (Salute to the great Tongliao Khan!)

But what's worse is that the sudden increase in size and the corresponding increase in strength have caused him to completely lose the precise control of his body: his strength has almost doubled, while the thickness of his muscles has increased by only three dimensions. one of the reasons.

According to the staff at the medical room, his bones have grown nearly 10% of the metal content: mainly iron. The yellow color caused by iron oxide in the bones can be clearly seen in resonance fluoroscopy.

This caused Calvin's bone density to increase five times compared to before. It is close to the limit record of natural growth of mammals - a certain creature called "Sabre-toothed Tiger" on ancient Terra.

To sum up, obtaining sufficient support strength from the bones may be the real reason why Calvin's muscle potential is unprecedentedly unleashed.

The surge of power that spiraled out of control also made Calvin a veritable "tableware destroyer" on the black ship during the last two weeks of the voyage. Whether it was iron, steel, alloy, or even the ceramic tableware that the angry chef brought out and pressed at the bottom of the box, they were all ravaged by Calvin's inhuman power...

Facing the angry chef, Calvin once embarrassedly defended himself after getting into trouble: "Such a thing as increasing your strength too much... in the eyes of a soldier... how can it be called losing control?"

The whole restaurant was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

For this little thing, the lady is optimistic about the outcome. After receiving the relevant loss list from the service staff, she smiled and said to Sister Cassin who was watching the excitement:

"There will always be someone willing to pay for him. All we have to do is wait quietly."

Two days before the black ship reaches the moon. After completing restorative training in the training area, Calvin met Cassin who was leading a routine patrol on his way back to the living cabin.

After a brief silence for a few seconds, Calvin still couldn't hold it back and asked the nun who should have passed by:

"Finally... I mean, if possible, I want to know how the people in that village are doing. Are Uncle Andre and the others okay?"

Cassin turned around and quietly looked up at the slightly worried young man in front of him for a few seconds. Then she made a series of sign language, and the recruit nun accompanying her translated it for her:

"The relevant documents have been sent to Terra, and someone will hand them to you after you get off the ship and arrive at the academy."

After that, Cassin led the team away without looking back, leaving only Calvin with a questioning look on his face.

After returning to the cabin where he lived and simply washing up, Calvin lay quietly on the bed, raised his feet that had 10 centimeters more space due to his height, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes and threw his spirit into the void. Start observing the origin of this ordeal - the black gem. It also responded to his call, slowly turning and rising from the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

"Why do I see a sphere made of countless facets, but they can only see walls?"

Calvin had no chance to consider this strange cognitive gap before, so he could only keep it as his own secret.

Now that everything was settled, at least before reaching the moon, he did have a chance to think about this problem quietly without being disturbed.

"Wall, ball..."

"Crystal wall, faceted ball..."

"Yes!"

Calvin sat up suddenly without opening his eyes. In the spiritual space, he tried to close the distance for the first time and looked up at this originally tiny sphere from a microscopic perspective.

"A little bigger, a little bigger..."

When he zoomed in on the sphere in his field of vision, then zoomed in again. When the perspective is expanded hundreds or thousands of times. In Calvin's eyes, the subtle facets of the sphere finally began to become clear.

"Not enough! Come again!"

When it was magnified 1000 times again, the entire sphere became as huge as a star and filled his entire field of vision. In Calvin's eyes, he finally got what the psyker called the "black crystal wall"...

"This is so outrageous..."

From such a microscopic perspective, countless huge black crystal facets towering into the clouds, forming a magnificent sphere like a star, slowly rotated. And every crystal facet is engraved with mysterious characters.

This "star" seems to have its own life, with a rhythm like breathing. Every moment, lightning and thunder as thick as a giant tree dance on the adult-sized characters. Like prominences on the sun's surface, they jump up and down. It is trying to light up the "wall" by activating those dim characters. Calvin saw it instinctively.

But only a small part can be lit here, maybe less than 10%. Most of the walls are as dim and broken as the runes engraved on them. Huge cracks filled these walls. And every time lightning passes through these dim and broken walls, the huge cracks in those walls shrink slightly.

"What on earth have I experienced?"

Calvin stood like dust in the distance of the "black star", looking at the magnificent and mythical scene in front of him, and said these words like a groan.

Shoot first and change later, which is a handicap. . . . It's really funny. I love every soul who is willing to read my words.