Chapter 199 The Beginning of Revenge and the Name that Spread Like Wildfire

The spiritual pressure around them is getting stronger and stronger, and it has even begun to oppress their breathing. This is a change that every Night Lord can feel.

They are naturally close to the warp because of their abilities.

Although they are not as powerful as real psykers, they have always been familiar with the use of psychic powers that come with their control of shadows, just like instinct.

But now it is different.

The power contained in the air around them makes 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, and what is unfamiliar is that these things that were originally as natural as breathing are now like another face.

These forces that they used to use at will, which were inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and came and went at will, are rejecting their calls.

It's like a saltwater fish that has been playing in the ocean for a lifetime, and suddenly found that it has swum to the estuary of a freshwater river.

Completely lost the means of survival and the sense of security that is inseparable from it.

Most of the Night Lords gathered behind Malthus, as if only in this way could they maintain their false sense of security;

But there were also many elite warbands who did not believe this fact. Soon after trying to blend into the night, they fled from the transparent air in a mess with burns.

Malthus stood there with an unmoved expression, but his eyes and mind smelled a different smell from these details.

This is not the work of the Red Prince!

How much rationality does he have now since he tore himself apart? Although it is worrying, the use of power is definitely not such a simple but decisive style.

Now they are facing this one, Malthus also finds it difficult to see the boundaries of "his" power, but the smell in the air is so clear.

Glorious and cruel are the labels of this one's power, and in this idealistic universe, it definitely corresponds to his own style of doing things.

How could there be such a person, and they have never heard of him?

Watching 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, he accumulated more doubts in his heart.

"It's a pity. Such valuable information may not be known to Dewitt."

Malthus thought with some regret, and the memory of his relationship with Melville Dewitt was also stirred up from the ocean of memory.

"No!" The moment his heart defense was lost, Malthus was instantly alert.

This is definitely not his own will!

This is the invasion of his memory by that existence!

How could he lose his heart defense at this time!

Wasn't this exposing Dewitt's soul to the vision of this terrifying existence?

No!

This is a premeditated hunt! The prey is his soul!

It's ridiculous that he is a warband prophet and a think tank of the legion.

As the first batch of Chaos Space Marines who grew up after the Great Rebellion, his teacher still has great expectations for him!

It's so easy for him to have his memory dug out!

But! When did this hunt start?

His face under the visor was as pale as the visor, and the barely maintained calm became even more difficult to continue after seeing Calvin's appearance...

"You..."

He seemed to have figured something out, but before his dry voice fell, 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 ignited in the dusty workshop.

The force field-level law that had been charged to the extreme instantly got the last straw before activation.

In a psychic lightning that was so dazzling that it could be observed with the naked eye on the battleship Death of Truth, a total of 12 former Night Lords and 23 former Chaos Astartes of the Emperor's Children were burned by Calvin's law spell.

This huge power fluctuation was felt by the entire galaxy and even more distant astropaths. The platinum power was so cruel but it also indicated equal hope.

They all broke away from unconscious dullness and despair and found their bodies that were still stranded in the mortal world.

After walking out of their small cabin, they excitedly announced to the crowd that hope had come:

"The white-gold envoy has been sent by the Emperor! Our salvation is just around the corner!

Those slaves of Chaos will be reduced to ashes in front of the Emperor's envoy, just like their masters!

Fight! My compatriots! Kill one Chaos, preferably two or more, before you shed your last drop of blood for the Emperor!

The Emperor's eyes have never left! Only loyalty can bring you peace!

In the name of ashes! In the name of ashes!"

Calvin's punishment brought many unexpected consequences.

After learning of his existence, the fallen areas regained hope and morale.

While spreading the news of his arrival, more people also woke up from the intimidation and despair of Chaos.

They may have been mutated, but the purity of their hearts made them willing to believe that they could be redeemed after death.

The Chaos army was now concentrated on the front line against the Empire, and they also found themselves embarrassed to find that their backyard was starting to catch fire.

Uprisings and rebellions sprang up everywhere despite their harsh control and suppression.

These people who had already lost hope sang the existence of the saint whose name was temporarily unknown and could only be called the Messenger of Ashes, and then fearlessly launched one attack after another to the rear of Chaos...

This fanatical emotion spread unstoppably to hundreds of planetary worlds in the entire enemy-occupied area.

Depending on the information transmission between astropaths, it is the advantage of relying on the intuitive perception of the first initiator himself.

When the surviving astropaths on each planet learned of Calvin's existence, they got the perception of Calvin's power in the mind of the first astropath.

They were so shocked that they had no way of knowing Calvin's name.

They had to describe him as the "Messenger of Ashes" according to the picture they saw when Calvin destroyed those Chaos.

Needless to say, the meaning is naturally the Emperor's Messenger who brings the flame of destruction to Chaos and turns it into ashes.

Under the fanatical promotion of these astropaths, the name of the Messenger of Ashes once surpassed the Emperor and became a synonym for faith itself.

Even hundreds of years after the war, his name was no longer remembered by mortals, but the name of the Messenger of Ashes was still stubbornly sung throughout the Orpheus star field...

"Go! Leave here, immediately! Right now!"

Melvil DeWitt, who was still above the battlefield, did not know the far-reaching significance of this battle.

He just chose to avoid the sharp edge wisely but regretfully after facing the impact of Calvin's terrifying power!

Fifteen brothers of the war gang died here. It would be a lie to say that he did not feel sad, but he would never be so angry.

What really made him difficult to let go was the death of Malthus!

That was one of the few people he could fully trust in the cultural background of the Midnight Lords, which was full of betrayal and fraud!

But he died on a satellite less than 30 kilometers away from DeWitt! But he could not avenge him!

He witnessed the violent power explosion 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!

Go!

Only go!

Anyway, without a ship, the murderer could not leave!

Dewitt vowed to return to the planet to find his comrades. No matter what the cost, he would make the fleet of the Midnight Lord return here and completely destroy him!

But how could Calvin let him leave so easily?

If he really let him go, who would he ask for compensation for his previous forbearance and even the sacrifice of a comrade?

Looking at the huge shadow of the Death of Truth, Calvin slowly reached out to it.

In Calvin's eyes, the memories of Malthus began to re-emerge.

With the reconstruction of the memory of the Midnight Lord think tank, every corner of the Death of Truth that he had set foot on was clearly described!

And synchronized with these descriptions is the space composed of silver lines in Calvin's eyes!

After the description of each space is completed, Calvin can grasp the essence of this battleship from the root!

One, two, three...

10%, 20%, 30%...

When the progress of the warship's reproduction finally exceeded 50%, Calvin's eyes widened in vain:

"Law! Stand still!"

With his low shout, a large-scale psychic field appeared in the engine room of the Death of Truth!

A large number of slaves and priests of the Black Mechanicus were killed instantly, and the entire engine room came to a standstill!

Three more! I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to sleep.