Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The conversation between the two legion masters lasted for about thirty minutes.

After that, there was an orbital bombardment that lasted for three Terran standard hours.

[Indomitable Truth], [Sword of Numac], and even [Nidhogg] and [Esrumnir], which have been initially repaired, all the imperial ships have joined this terrifying battle. During the bombing, the huge fortresses on the surface of Duran were named one by one, and the army camps and trench networks distributed among the fortress communities continued to collapse and disintegrate in the torrential rain of steel and flames. The empire's punishment It fell on them, over and over again.

Until a certain moment, the fleets of the two legions stopped bombing in a tacit agreement. Immediately afterwards, the invisible ray of the sensor swept across most of the surface of Duran, and hundreds of shining rays instantly appeared on the electronic projection connected to it. Red dots: Each one represents a weak point that can be used to force a landing.

The next moment, the indicator lights marking the start of the battle sounded on every battleship. Their flashing lights illuminated the walls of the corridor, reflecting tall shadows one after another: thousands of Dark Angels and The Space Wolves are swarming into the drop pods, and these killing cages will rain down upon Duran a torrential rain of punishment and death during the next Terran Standard Time.

With the arrival of the last warrior, orders were passed, gears roared, and hundreds of death iron coffins flew out from the mouth of the huge void beast. Their targets were directed at the crimson planet beneath their feet, and they were unstoppable.

When Duran's warriors look up at this time, they will find the angel of death coming.

The space in this world has turned into something that can be called a dim crimson, which is the result of the long-term industrial pollution and the recent orbital bombing. And in this barren sky, the light of the stars has become extremely weak. Only the fragmented clouds still hung in the sky, like sand dunes ravaged by the strong wind.

And in the layers of thickening things that penetrated, the red and orange meteors came from the void, bringing the gospel of destruction and killing. They came in groups, like an angry god opening the sky. He walked through the gates of heaven and called out the world-destroying meteor from the top of Olympia.

There are hundreds of steel giants enveloping the angels of death. After tearing through layers of cloud walls and atmosphere, they have turned into balls of hot and trembling pure white fireballs. It turned into wisps of meteors that were so fast that they were blurry, igniting the entire sky.

These killing cages belong to two legions, and it is easy to identify them: those airdrop pods belonging to the Dark Angels are quiet and heavy, as if they are equipped with ruthless machines, and those It is constantly shaking, and occasionally you can hear the beats formed by the roars of various beasts and beating on the walls...

But no matter what, when these iron cages hit the ground, they will be equally deadly.

With the sound of collisions that shook the world, the wolves and knights rushed out of the dust in the sky. The bolters and swords in their hands easily tore apart the first batch of resisters and separated themselves in Duran's land. A small landing site.

Thousands of Duran soldiers were killed within a minute after the airdrop pod landed. Their blood soaked the first batch of lost soil, and their gradually cold corpses were lit by various explosions and flares. The lights illuminated it, revealing a disgusting color, and when the thoughts of these dead people finally stopped, a more powerful behemoth began to walk on the battlefield: tanks, artillery and storm birds, the empire used heavy The transport ship transported them to the surface of Duran, wielding heavy blow after heavy blow on the resister's defense line.

The Duran people's counterattacks were also serious: phalanxes composed of tens of thousands of elite soldiers, with red faces, launched a continuous counterattack towards the Astartes-controlled area amidst loud slogans. Charge, behind them, various mobile artillery were dragged out of the bunker, doing their best to provide their own power, and further away, the unique land-based armor of the Duran people walked out of the shadow of the fortress, Killing and injuring the Empire's troops from an extremely long distance.

This world is trying its best to protect the most precious inheritance they have received from the era of strife: freedom and independence.

But in front of the empire's next trump card, the determination and belief of the Duran people pale.

Another airdrop pod fell, but this one was particularly huge and eye-catching. The moment it landed, at least thousands of guns were pointed at it.

The hatch opened, guns fired, and an invisible barrier stood between the two, blocking the barrage of steel.

At the moment when the fire coverage was slightly exhausted, the cold and ruthless Caliban Lion rushed out of the shield. He wandered around the battlefield like a pure black ghost. No matter how sharp the eagle eyes were, he could not Catching his shadow, some lucky shrapnel hit his armor, but only left fleeting sparks.

He rushed towards the most dangerous places: the permanently fortified fortresses, the trenches filled with soldiers and bombs, and the no-man's land completely blocked by heavy weapons, where even the Astartes warriors could not stop him. Strolling further, harvesting the core defenders' fortresses, the Duran people's most sophisticated heavy weapons and artillery killed at least one team of Dark Angels in less than ten minutes, but in the village In front of Sen's sword, they were as fragile as ice under the scorching sun.

Zhuang Sen walked on the battlefield, walking in the shadows. There was no hesitation in his movements, and there was no moment of mercy in his heart. His pure black armor was almost perfectly integrated into the blood and death. Only that The pair of green pupils became the sad phantom of thousands of Duran people before they died. The sword in his hand kept waving, releasing flames, air waves and dark green whirlwinds, destroying every building blocking the way. The fortress was reduced to ashes.

He walked under the pure black sun, and behind him was the scarlet meteor shower across the sky, the dark angels' rapid attacks again and again, and the despair, screams and fear that no one could stop.

The collapse begins.

Not all Duran people were as brave as they imagined, especially when they witnessed great achievements that were absolutely impossible for humans, despair and fear swallowed up the hearts of those temporary soldiers in an instant. , the rout began and soon became unstoppable.

Thousands of Duran's warriors abandoned their positions, and even more fell to the Dark Angel's explosive guns and plasma: after the Primarch personally tore apart the core resistance, under the Legion's After heavy weapons and fire support gradually arrived, the First Legion, which had never suffered a defeat, finally returned to its original appearance.

The Dark Angel's sword drove straight in. It only took them forty minutes to complete the planned plan. The second and sixth knights began to expand their positions and prepare more strategic space for the next defensive battle. There are thousands of warriors under the command of the two knight captains Er and Morion, and they will face at least hundreds of millions of enemy troops in the next time. This is not a simple task, because despair and failure may It will aggravate the madness of the Duran people, not to mention that they can already pose a fundamental threat to the Astartes.

As the temporary victor, Zhuang Sen is now witnessing the last target in front of him: it is a fortress larger than any previous stronghold. Its layers of high walls are like mountains and mountains, with thousands of Mixed in with the cannons and shooting holes, the red and black dragon flag of Tyrant Duran is hanging in the center of this difficult place, making a hunting sound.

It looked so great, so powerful, so invincible.

But now, it was wailing.

The troops of the Ninth Knights are rushing toward this final goal in overwhelming numbers. Under their iron hooves, even the sky in Duran is trembling and crying.

Zhuang Sen closed his eyes and felt this moment carefully, feeling the breath of blood and ashes filling his lungs, feeling the steel cities disintegrating under the gunfire and war roars, feeling the tens of millions of people The roars, curses, orders, pleadings and cries were constantly intertwined in the endless sky, playing the beginning of a killing, the climax of a war, and the end of an empire.

He was intoxicated.

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[Yes, Jonson, it’s me. 】

[I'm done here. They are weaker than I thought. The Duran people have no means of resisting psychic powers. 】

[Okay, I know, I will go back to you soon. There is no need for you to be so unsure of your heirs. 】

[Speaking of heirs, do you still remember what I said to you, the one we discussed before the airdrop. 】

[Yes, not all the Duran battleships were destroyed. At least one of the battleships that fought against the Space Wolves took the opportunity to escape. I noticed it at that time. There were some Duran people on the battleship, and a ...a creature with a very strange aura. 】

[He looks a bit like a Space Wolf, but not exactly the same. I can smell the pure rage and fury of the beast from that breath...]

[Okay, I know, Jonson. 】

[War is the point. 】

【I will come to you soon. 】

【see you later. 】

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Osowitz could feel that his left leg was broken.

He was breathing with some difficulty, and blood flowed from between the broken teeth, staining his gray beard red.

The Tulan veteran who had re-entered service could feel himself being pressed under something. He tried hard to calm down and recalled the scene before he fainted: those tall black devils broke through the fortress where he was stationed. Slaughtering his comrades, blood and brains spattered on the cold gray walls, and the lifeless corpses formed mounds on the floor. He still remembered that he was knocked down by a shrapnel and was buried alive in the pile of corpses. .

His legs were bleeding, profusely.

He could feel: his left leg was broken, and his right leg was completely penetrated by a steel bar. It seemed that two bullets had hit his stomach, which destroyed his intestines and stomach. He didn't know whether they were from friendly forces. The accidental damage was the work of those so-called [Warriors Astartes].

Those intruders...

He cursed in his heart, knowing that this was all he could do. Decades of military service had already told him of his current situation: one of his arms and one of his legs had been blown away, and the organs in his stomach were It was also turned into mud, almost all the teeth were missing, the mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't even speak.

He won't live much longer.

He is going to die.

die……

He thought of the word, but was not afraid of it.

When his eldest son and second son died on the edge of Duran's national border, in the hands of the so-called Space Wolves, and when his other two sons died in the naval battle a month ago, When his last son died in front of his eyes, his head was directly penetrated by scattered shrapnel, and his limp body fell directly into his arms, with blood and brains flowing out from between his fingers...

He no longer fears death.

Osowitz felt the passage of life, and he decided to do something more. He raised his head, stretched out his only remaining hand, grabbed the soil in front of him with difficulty, and pulled it on the ground bit by bit. Holding his own body.

He pushed aside the corpses and saw the situation outside: the battle was over. There was no doubt that the most terrifying black devils had won their victory. Most of them had left, and only a few of them were still there. The battlefield was busy just now, and the veterans could tell that they seemed to be laying booby traps and other things.

He doesn't care.

He looked to the other side and caught the unpressed starter in an officer's hand. He recognized it. As long as he pressed that button, the explosives buried in the ground would completely blow up the place. These explosives were them. They had laid it down with their own hands. Facing these most terrifying opponents, they had to make all preparations.

Now...if he could activate it...

He stretched out his only hand and firmly grasped the soil in front of him. The sharp stones and iron filings cut his fingers mercilessly, but compared to the indescribable pain on his body, it was simply... It's gentle.

He slowly pulled his body and carefully hid behind the burning pile of corpses, avoiding the sight and footsteps of the dark angels. Fortunately, they had no interest in these burning corpses and focused their attention on them. On the job at hand.

Close...

Close again...

Just a little bit closer!

Soon...

[What are you doing, old gentleman? 】

A chuckle came, and the cold blade lazily pressed against his neck.

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Morgan looked at the dying man at his feet with interest.

Originally, she was just searching for any lost souls before leaving. Although she could not eat most human souls, this did not prevent her from collecting them.

Then, she discovered such a figure slowly advancing among the pile of corpses.

She looked at him, then at his target, and a kind of boredom and bad taste surged in her heart: If you give a dying soul a vain hope, will his soul also change in some other way?

[You don’t need to struggle like this, old gentleman. 】

Through inner sensing, her voice can echo directly in the old man's mind.

[Look at you, so old and seriously injured, but they still recruited you here. Such a country is not worth the sacrifice. 】

[Surrender, you can choose the true path. The empire will rule the world. Obedience will bring benefits, but resistance will not. 】

She chuckled and pointed her finger, and countless illusions circulated in the dying man's mind: wealth, power, a body that had regained its youth, the former superiors humbled themselves as servants, kneeling at his feet, those who died His descendants were resurrected again by great power and surrounded his knees.

This is not difficult at all. She knows what these most ordinary people want. In her phantoms and words, she has bewitched some of the most powerful people in the galaxy, let alone this small mortal in front of her.

Morgan felt the shake of the old soul, and she chuckled, ready to observe its changes.

But one second passed, then the second, the third...

It doesn't change anything.

And until this moment, the old, weak soul that Morgan didn't even look at was speaking in the most determined tone.

[Take your promise and get out! devil! 】

[I don’t know what power, honor and eternal youth are. I am a rough man. I only know that you bastards broke into my motherland, killed my relatives and friends, tore my life into pieces, and made Everything about me was ignited. 】

[No matter what reasons you have, I will never forgive you! 】

【Do you think you are great? Do you think you are noble? 】

【You are a vicious devil! Your words are nothing but falsehood and deception! 】

[You yourself don’t believe it! 】

His soul was roaring, roaring, and the old body was also roaring. His palms had been bruised by stones and iron filings, but he still held on to every piece of soil, struggling and firmly. Moving forward.

he breathed.

He struggled.

He felt something.

He felt the sound of the wind.

What a cold wind.

His brain thought in hindsight, and then he felt that his neck seemed to hurt. Only then did he realize that everything in front of him seemed to be spinning, and then he felt that his head seemed to be colliding with the rock.

He saw those black devils, and they seemed to notice this side. He saw the black armor and the long knife, which was stained with blood, as if it was his blood.

...that's it.

He was sighing in his heart, and he felt pain in every part of his neck. He saw that his body, a headless body, was bleeding.

pity.

He was just shy.

He thought so, and then closed his eyes.