Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Unyielding Truth】

As hundreds of knights watched and waited, their only lord, the King of Knights of Caliban, walked leisurely out of the shadows of the cloister. He was like a mythical man coming from an ancient scroll. After breaking through countless fogs and noisy dust, he descended into the ranks of mortals.

Leon Jonson, Lord of the Dark Angels.

The wielder of the sharpest blade in the galaxy.

He was also the king who ruled Caliban and countless bloody battlefields.

But now, this former single husband is no longer alone.

Coswayne is standing on the right side of his immediate boss Arachos. Behind them are the elites of the Ninth Knights, and further away, the Second Knights are neatly arranged. and the best group of Dark Angels in the Sixth Knights, and the two knight lords who command them: Gale and Morion, are also there.

Everyone heard the sound of the iron boots hitting the ground, and it was impossible for everyone to hear it wrong: the sound formed by the unique intensity and frequency was unique among the legion, symbolizing the imminent arrival of their genetic father.

But this time, things seemed a little different.

Even the dullest Dark Angel can clearly feel that the steady and heavy footsteps of their genetic father seem to be mixed with some crisper, faster, and sharper sounds, as if A heavy mountain peak was covered with white snow. This second sound was completely different from Zhuang Sen's footsteps, but there was no more suddenness.

And soon, their questions were answered.

The king appeared in front of his knights, and beside him was the silver-haired mortal. Although she was no longer wearing a long dress, she was still so eye-catching.

Maid, advisor, confidant, buffoon, sycophant...

For a moment, countless identities and judgments echoed in the chests of hundreds of Dark Angels. Some of them may have been accustomed to Morgan following Jonson in the most dangerous battlefields. Others may have felt it from their hearts. At the deepest level, he didn't care about Zhuang Sen's actual situation, but only regarded him as the most ordinary legion commander.

But no matter who it was, when they really saw that [a mortal] with long silver hair drifting leisurely above many knights, in front of several knight captains and great mentors, An Ran When Shi Liyu and their genetic father were around, they still instinctively felt that this scene was so dazzling.

Coswayen sighed in his heart, sighing at the scene in front of him: the generals and soldiers were far away at the foot of the king's steps, while the commoners were proudly on top of the steps. Whether his genetic father knew it or not, it didn't matter. What does it mean to be in the hierarchical Seraphim or in the culture of the Knights of Caliban?

In other words, he doesn't care at all?

Coswayen is not jealous of Morgan. He knows that her dedication and ability are worthy of this position, but as a person who has been appointed to mediate the internal conflicts of the Legion, he must think from the perspective of more people.

Coswayen's eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but look at the mortal next to the Gene Father, the silver-haired lady who had been accompanying them in the war for several years. She was wearing that black armor, with a look on her face. A humble smile, but from her plain and straightforward eyes, proud neck and straight chest, Coswayne saw a kind of almost innate majesty and confidence. These auras were inadvertently revealed. What slowly overflows will only be captured by a few people.

He frowned.

The Lion King's confidant then looked at his genetic father, and then moved his gaze back to Morgan. His eyes wandered vaguely between the two, and he subconsciously felt that there was an inexplicable connection between the two... Sense of similarity.

Causwayne may be the first figure in the entire First Legion to have such an understanding. After all, in this Legion of Astartes, whose responsibilities, tasks and status are often changed and adjusted, he may be the only one who has several figures. A person who has been in long-term contact with Jonson and Morgan for many years.

And now, he is taking advantage of this, recalling the traces left in his mind over the years, whether it is Morgan's extraordinary psychic powers, or the strange behavior of his genetic father after Sisyphus III. manner……

Coswayen did not think any more. After getting a vague guess, he took the initiative to stop thinking and analyzing the problem: This was not his task. Since the original gene did not speak, he must have his own Plan, there is no need for you to make wild guesses.

And thinking of this, a somewhat vague memory flashed in his mind: when he led the mortal advisor to get the armor, during the intermittent time when she wore it, Coswayne finally found someone somewhere. After a long period of thinking and constant inner decision-making, he reminded the silver-haired lady in some obscure words.

She is not of the same type as them.

Type, a euphemism he chose from thousands of words, rather than the more literal ones: class, race, collective, or whatever.

As a figure appointed by Jonson to reconcile the Terran and Caliban factions, Coswayne knew very well that although the Calibans who admired Jonson more had a more favorable impression of Ms. Morgan, those who symbolized The Terran veterans of true power were dissatisfied with their genetic father's trust in a mortal: of course, this did not mean that they did not respect Morgan's power, but they were accustomed to using this reckless move as an entry point to express their disapproval. All the dissatisfaction with Jonson's many actions, that's all.

Coswayen had tried to use hints to get the favored lady to keep a low profile, and the armor incident was just one of many attempts, but Morgan didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Of course, it seems now that she may just not want to understand.

Coswayne lowered his head.

Some voice in his heart told him that from now on, there was no need for him to think about anything about this woman.

Could it be that his genetic father could still be bewitched?

He laughed at his own thoughts.

While amusing himself, Coswayne heard the sound of the Sixth Legion's Storm Birds arriving, and he subconsciously concentrated on doing his job well.

Before that, a vague idea flashed through his mind.

That Ms. Morgan.

The way she looks in armor is indeed much more pleasing to the eye than when she wears robes and skirts.

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Leman Russ arrived at the Indomitable Truth in a Stormbird named Helmgart, with only four Space Wolves behind him.

The Primarch of the Sixth Legion first looked around the place that greeted him: The hangar of the [Indomitable Truth] was a spacious but dark place. It could even be called a gloomy place, with only the occasional flash of the servo skull. Illuminating some of the Dark Angels' armor.

Although this darkness could not block the vision of the Primarch and the Astartes, Leman Russ still subconsciously cursed his brother in his heart. After adapting to the openness and brightness on his own battleship, these dark Painted areas are really unpleasant.

He even smelled something he didn't like.

The Wolf King's gaze passed over the phalanx of dark angels who were waiting, and stopped at the end of the gloomy kingdom. The king of this kingdom, his brother, was standing there.

The two Primarchs had talked before, but it was in a collective meeting convened by the Emperor. Through projection and psychic energy, they were separated by tens of thousands of stars, leaving behind hurried conversations and words. This is the first time for us to have such face-to-face conversations.

The Wolf King of Fenris looked at his brother. The first time he saw Jonson, Leman Russ concluded that his brother was a king-like figure: this is really obvious. His armor, his demeanor, and even the mink he wore specially during such a time of war seemed to clearly express this.

Perhaps at another moment, his brother can also establish his own kingdom, rule thousands of vassals through his wrist, strength and sword, occupy the throne of the knight, and control the endless stars.

When Leman Russ walked up to Johnson, he thought so.

[Riemann. 】

Zhuang Sen called his brother's name softly.

Riemann comes from the Russ tribe. This is the true meaning of the name [Leman Russ].

[Jonson, my brother. 】

The two primarchs called each other affectionately, but their actual actions were far from that: no hugs or handshakes. The two Legion Masters maintained a relatively safe distance, a distance enough for them to draw their weapons. .

[Your fleet performed reasonably well in the void, and you yourself kept your promise. Frankly speaking, both of these things surprised me. 】

Zhuang Sen showed an insincere smile. He softly commented on his brother, and his green pupils exuded a hint of fearless arrogance.

[Perhaps, you are not as bad as the rumors say, but those of your descendants may not be. 】

[At least you and I have fulfilled our promises, so let this matter pass. 】

Leman Russ smiled and ignored the topic, but then he raised a question that troubled him.

[Speaking of this, Zhuang Sen, how did you find this place so quickly? Tell me the truth, how did you do it? 】

The Lion of Caliban equivocates.

[Observation, searching, and some luck, but none of this is due to me, if you really want to know...]

He turned away, revealing the silver-haired figure standing behind him. It was not until this moment that Leman Russ really noticed this little guy hidden under his brother's extremely dazzling figure.

[Morgan, my psychic advisor. 】

Jonson's brief introduction rang in his ears, but Leman Russ had no more energy to listen. The moment he really saw Morgan, the strange feeling on her body made the wolf with a keen sense of smell. Wang felt something was wrong.

He took a look.

Another look.

Then he frowned.

On the other side, Jonson carefully observed Leman Russ's expression: he looked at the Fenris Wolf King's expression from the purest surprise at the beginning, to some kind of instinctive fear and hostility, but These narrow elements quickly disappeared in the next second, turning into some genuine thinking and observation, and then...

There is no more.

Things about Leman Russ always stop at thinking.

The Wolf King of Fenris observed the [mortal] in front of him with some astonishment. He instinctively felt that the silver-haired woman who smiled and saluted him was not simple: this was the purest beast's intuition.

But when he thought about it carefully, he found that he couldn't think of anything.

Anyway...there's something wrong with this mortal.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Leman Russ finally came to this conclusion, and as a matter of course, his eyes returned to Zhuang Sen.

[...I thought one of my brothers, Magnus, was enough, Jonson. 】

[Don’t confuse me with him, Riemann, I just chose the fastest way to end the war. 】

The Wolf King curled his lips.

[Morgan? Very good, on Ran Dan's front line, I have also heard of this name and the name of Soul Drinker. If I remember correctly, she is from the Thousand Sons Legion? 】

[Now, she is mine. 】

Facing Zhuang Sen's arrogant answer, Leman Russ just snorted. A lot of confusion filled his heart in an instant. He wanted to ask Zhuang Sen for clarification, but he knew very well that he couldn't do it now. He had More important things.

As a result, the Wolf King's hair stood out angrily, as if he was caught in some kind of anger.

[In other words, with the help of this psyker, you knew Duran's location early on - and then you didn't tell me and allowed my fleet to wander around for another month? 】

Zhuang Sen chuckled. Now that he had the advantage, he could naturally face the challenge deliberately provoked by Leman Russ with contempt.

[If you take the initiative to speak, my brother, then of course I will talk about everything. But now, this question has lost its meaning. Duran is at our feet, waiting for us to join hands to harvest the fruits of victory. 】

Join forces...

This word made Leman Russ frown.

[It was I who took over this mission, Zhuang Sen, and over the past few months, my descendants have spilled the blood of countless galaxies and worlds for this mission. 】

Jonson just smiled.

[Do you think that during the month I took over the mission, my legion was on an outing? We are also fighting, Riemann, and there is honor that belongs to us in this war. 】

The Wolf King of Fenris grinded his teeth, and the chilling voice escaped from his mouth. His eyes swept across Zhuangson, and then he realized that whether it was his brother or the man next to his brother who was 100% confident, Mortals in question are not afraid of this lowly threat.

He lowered his voice and spoke word by word in a tone that only two people could hear.

[This is not about honor, Lion! You know what I'm referring to. I have to cut off the head of that Duran tyrant with my own hands. This is the most important thing. As for those bullshit honors? Go to hell. 】

Zhuang Sen didn't even take a step back. He raised his eyelids and looked directly at his brother, with a smile on his lips that made Leman Russ want to go crazy.

[You want to chop off his head? Oh, my brother, that's not that difficult. 】

[I have brought three knights, and you have brought two large companies. The power on hand is enough to completely wipe out this world, and all the fortresses and defense lines on the ground have been clearly shown in my fortune telling box at this time. I know Where is the Duran tyrant hiding now? I also know how to get to his palace as quickly as possible. 】

[I have even designed a plan. I plan to let my Sixth Knights resist the defense forces around the palace, let the Second Knights cut off the supply of all planetary shields, and then I will personally lead the Ninth Knights to unplug the palace. All the surrounding strongholds and reinforcements make this war a simple siege. Even if you don't come, I will chop off the tyrant's head within a week, or make all Duran people completely despair. Take the initiative to offer him to me. 】

[But now, since you are here, and you are bringing your army that is useless except for a sudden advance, then I don’t mind changing my plan, for example, let my heirs cut off the battle lines of those Duran people, and You can lead a company and rush into the palace. I believe you can kill everyone there and seize the honor of victory. 】

【Not snatched! 】

Leman Russ's hushed voice had now turned into something like gnashing of teeth.

【This was originally mine! I started this war, and I was in charge of it from beginning to end, so it must be my sword that chops off that bastard's head! 】

Zhuang Sen looked at Leman Russ' somewhat distorted face and showed an interesting expression.

[If you are obsessed with these honors, then please feel free. I don't care about these. For me, the so-called Duran is no different from the countless worlds in this galaxy that are still resisting. They are just going to be wiped out sooner or later. In addition to the rows of numbers, there is no need to hate or invest more emotions. The only thing that really matters is the Great Expedition. 】

Leman Russ became quiet. He turned his head and looked at his brother carefully, as if trying to figure out how much sincerity there was in his words. Finally, the Wolf King laughed.

This is indeed what Zhuang Sen is thinking.

So, the Fenrisian confided softly.

[I don’t care about them either, after all, to me, this is not a war. 】

[This is just revenge. 】

[All I need is to make the world burn. 】

【Yeah, burning...】

Jonson's smile made Ruth feel bad.

[But before that, have you forgotten something, Riemann? 】

Ruth's expression was a little stiff.

[Do you need me to remind you? Your oath? Or do I need to tell everything again in front of everyone? I'm quite happy with it. 】

Zhuang Sen smiled, a smile that could be called schadenfreude, his eyebrows raised, facing Leman Russ's somewhat stiff, even purple face.

He felt a twinge of pleasure.

Leman Russ breathed heavily, and the sound was like a dull storm from the God of Thunder. His fingers subconsciously crossed the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuang Sen in front of him, and the Lion King Just looking at each other the same way.

For a moment, everything was so quiet.

The Dark Angels and Space Wolves were both taking deep breaths and subconsciously stroking their weapons.

But after a few long seconds, the Wolf King lowered his head.

He roared, in a softer voice that everyone could hear.

[Listen up, Jonson, my brother! 】

[I'm sorry for making you feel wronged! So I rushed here and asked for your forgiveness! 】

Finally, Zhuang Sen laughed and stretched out his arm.

The two brothers hugged each other tightly, and at the moment their faces were close to each other, Leman Russ's changed words were poured out in Jonson's ears.

[This is my oath, Jonson, to your knights. 】

【But you also remember it! If you dare to open fire on my cubs again, there will only be one outcome between us! 】

Jonson smiled, as if he didn't care, but through his almost instinctive shaking of his shoulders, Leman Russ still knew clearly that he had successfully scared his brother.

This made him laugh, and the last depression was gone.

The Wolf King patted his brother on the shoulder again,

[Okay, now, let's discuss the next attack. Like I said, Johnson, I hope...]

But the Lion of Caliban just waved his hand.

[I said, Riemann, I don’t care. 】

[You can just attack the palace, and my people will defend it outside for two hours. 】

This assurance gave Leman Russ a hint of intimacy in his smile, but he still couldn't help but ask.

[Then... what about two hours later? 】

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【It all depends on your ability. 】