Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The Wolf King brought seventy men with him—perhaps more.

The harsh roar caused by the Storm Bird's engine constantly tortured the eardrums of every Dark Angel, and the ensuing heat wave swept through the entire hall in the blink of an eye, but none of this affected Jonson's knights. , they quickly gathered on both sides of the Lord, forming a tight front.

Zhuang Sen walked down the throne of Tyrant Duran slowly. In his left hand, he held the shriveled head that symbolized all the victory and glory of the entire war. The sword in his right hand cut a ferocious mark on the carpet. Rift, although all the Dark Angels present gathered around him, the only one who really stood beside him was the silver-haired lady who was used to being reticent in public.

[He came earlier than I expected. 】

[However, if he chooses to deal with the external affairs first, and then rushes over to ask for the face he has never had, then I may look down upon him. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion turned his head slightly and looked at his blood relatives. His words were filled with the arrogance of being an absolute victor: Of course he can be so arrogant. After all, in this war, whether facing Duran, Still facing his brother, he always wins.

Winners can always be arrogant.

After Zhuang Sen's slow and soft words of triumph fell to the ground, his blood relative also raised her head. Her voice was the most standard Gothic, full of the style and calmness of an elite.

[This may lead to a fight, Lord Zhuangson. Perhaps, I should not encourage you to launch this beheading operation: the relationship between the legions is already somewhat tense. 】

The Primarch's brow furrowed, but no one could see it.

Whenever they discussed in public, she would always adopt this tone. Before that, Zhuang Sen liked it very much. After all, at that time, she was still a consultant with ulterior motives around him. The biggest interaction between them was Business is business.

But now, he found that he might prefer her lazy tone in private, the kind that was used when discussing secrets, telling opinions, or even sarcastically, with a hint of malicious edge on her lips. She would only use it between the two of them. She used this tone in personal private discussions, dancing on the edge of his anger without shyness, but in front of others, she was either a silver-haired female officer with amazing abilities, or a mortal best friend with a gentle tone.

This difference in tone alone can be regarded as a secret: after all, according to the information collected by Jonson, she would also be so... naughty around the lion of Caliban.

Perhaps this is why Jonson's attitude slowly changes: after all, a man who has tasted secrets can only find anything superficial to be dull.

But Jonson has not realized this yet. He just instinctively does not adapt to this business-like tone. The Primarch stood his sword on the ground and casually dismissed the consultant's [sin]. .

[Even if you were not with me at the time, I would have ordered teleportation and beheading by other methods. I will not let my descendants bleed in vain because of anyone's mistakes, even if he is a Primarch. 】

[I gave him the opportunity, but this does not mean that he can squander the opportunity created with the blood of the First Legion. It was not my actions that took away his so-called honor, but his dereliction of duty. 】

[If he still doesn’t understand this, I don’t mind a fight and tell him what etiquette is. Don’t worry, everything will come to an end. Whether it’s me or my Fenris brothers, we know it well. 】

Morgan blinked. She looked directly at Jonson's giant helmet with some difficulty. Her silver hair flowed to the luxurious floor like a waterfall.

[Then, please let me stand by your side when the time comes, Zhuang Sen. 】

At the end of her words, she lowered her tone, whispering the names of blood relatives like the breeze in the morning mist.

Zhuang Sen snorted lightly.

[Whatever, but like I said, nothing will happen. We may exchange a few blows, but there will be no bloodshed, and it will not develop into a real sword duel, unless my brother has been killed by Fenris's wind. Snow freezes my brain. 】

[It’s our brother, Zhuang Sen. 】

[As far as reality is concerned, no one is your blood relative except me now. 】

Morgan seemed to be muttering something, but Zhuangson didn't hear it clearly.

Then she amplified her voice.

[Maybe it will be fine, but ability and attitude are two different things. Mr. Zhuangson, I want to do my best no matter what. 】

[Worth encouraging...]

Halfway through, Zhuang Sen seemed to have thought of something, and he looked at his blood relatives.

[Were you like this when you were in the Fifteenth Legion? 】

[It will happen at any time, but not everyone can see the abilities and attitudes of others. Even if they can see it, not everyone has the heart to truly recognize them. This requires the courage to introspect and the awareness of failure. Not everyone has it. of this quality. 】

[Yes, that is indeed rare. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion whispered in agreement, looking towards the door that was about to be pushed open: those thundering footsteps had become more intense.

[At least they didn’t. 】

——————

Like a blizzard sweeping across the world, the rumbling sounds of wolves echoed in corridor after corridor. Even if the Dark Angels closed their eyes, just by the sound, they could feel that a heavy beast was brewing its own evil. Anger and roar came towards them.

Zhuang Sen and his heirs did not wait too long. After just a few breaths, the door covered with murals and gems was roughly kicked open, and the colorful world outside the door had disappeared. It has become the most wild and primitive black forest: because there are angry demon wolves one after another, pouring in from outside the door.

A pungent breath broke into the hall first, the breath of wild beasts and tundra. Then, the iron boots rumbled, the swords screamed, and the teeth, animal bones and hand-carved runes were hung. The Fenrisian symphony that collided with each other wandered wantonly in the room, tinkling and ringing incessantly.

Until a shrill roar exploded, covering all sounds.

[Leon-Jonson! 】

【my brother! 】

[Damn it, tell me! In the eyes of you Calibans, are oaths nothing worth mentioning? 】

[Or do you think you can make fun of Fenris’ wolves without restraint! You know! That's an oath! Every Fenrisian will face any dangers for their oaths! 】

The roar of the beast came from deep in Leman Russ's throat. It was obvious that he was eager for a vigorous solution.

Zhuang Sen's brows raised. He first raised his hand casually and pushed the silver-haired consultant beside him to lean behind him. Then he turned his arm and gestured with his fingers in mid-air, stopping those who wanted to form a confrontational front. Heirs.

Finally, he slowly pulled out his lion sword. At this time, Leman Russ was no longer far away from him. The lion of Caliban could clearly see what kind of sword his brother was carrying. An army: There were about seventy of them, either wearing blood-stained helmets or showing the tattoos on their necks and cheeks. Their brows and eyes did not hide the anger of being stolen from their prey.

[You're too slow, Ruth. 】

The Primarch answered his brother softly, neither sarcastically nor apologetically.

[I don’t know what you are writing a step away from here, and I don’t care, but I will not waste my heirs because of your hesitation. 】

[No one will wait for you forever, at least I won’t. 】

【you! damn it! I swore an oath! 】

Leman Russ's roar was accompanied by the ominous roar of the chainsword in his palm. At this moment, the Primarch was no different from a giant bear that had been disturbed from hibernation.

[And now, you have actually violated your oath, and what the hell! Got my hands on my prey! 】

Zhuang Sen laughed. He stood behind his lion sword, not hiding the sarcasm on his lips.

【Your prey? Yes, but it's really not difficult for him. 】

[At this point, I can finally understand the great hunting achievements you brag about on weekdays. 】

The Wolf King of Fenris did not reply. His face was shrouded in gloomy thunderclouds and storms, brewing a terrible natural disaster that could destroy the kingdom. His footsteps were silent and fast. In the slightly dark environment of the hall, the genetic origin The roaring chain sword in the palm of the body is like the roar of a giant dragon, telling the harsh gospel of death and killing.

The Space Wolves followed their king closely, and they turned into a chaotic full moon wave, approaching step by step the silent and determined embankment of the Dark Angels.

It wasn't until Leman Russ finally stopped that the wave of destruction temporarily subsided. At this time, the King of the Space Wolves was only one step away from his brother, and everything seemed to be like a different scene. A replay of the scene in the hangar of the Indomitable Truth two Terran Standard Time ago.

The Wolf King's gaze swept across the shriveled head, which was supposed to be his prey. The Primarch's gaze randomly glanced at his silent knight brother, and his noble and honorable person who was so arrogant that it was disgusting. .

Finally, his sight came to the void in front of him, where there was an invisible and fragile barrier, and a slight odor that he didn't like: it was the breath of psychic energy, and with this breath, his His eyes finally came to a certain silver figure next to his brother.

Leman Russ smiled, his canine teeth similar to those of a wild wolf were revealed unreservedly by his wanton smile. The iron-gray armor of the Primarch helped him hide in the dim candlelight, leaving only The lingering smell of blood symbolizes that this ferocious smile is not some kind of terrifying monster living in the depths of nightmares.

[Put away your psychic tricks, little one, you remind me of one of my arrogant, idiotic brothers, who is even more incorrigible than the one in front of me. 】

[Maybe you are very strong, so strong that even my senses feel that you are dangerous, but that’s it. Now is not a situation that any cat or dog can intervene in. 】

Morgan took a step forward and stood next to the Lion King.

[I just want to express my apology to you, Wolf King of Fenris, this beheading plan was indeed initiated because of my advice...]

Before he finished speaking, Leman Russ's laughter turned into some kind of laughter.

【What do you want to say? Your words determine the will of a Primarch? 】

He turned his head and looked at the Lion King.

[You can try another way to fool me, brother. Anyway, in your eyes, I'm just a barbarian who doesn't understand shit. 】

Zhuang Sen squinted his eyes and looked at his brother like this. His posture was upright and motionless, just like a king who had to leave his castle to meet the barbarians. His frown did not hinder his slow and steady tone. .

[If you behave more appropriately, Ruth, maybe not everyone will think of you as a barbarian. 】

[Secondly, I didn’t intend to cover up or shirk my affairs. I was just waiting for my consultant to finish her words. This is a courtesy. It seems that you don’t understand. 】

[Seriously, you should learn more, instead of speaking with threats and brutality like you are doing now, which is useless. 】

[Now, get out of the way, Dulan's matter is over. 】

Zhuang Sen's tone did not have any fluctuations or ups and downs, and what he answered was Leman Russ's laughter that had not changed at all.

【Is it? I don't think so. 】

[First of all, Zhuang Sen, the matter with Dulan may be over, but the matter between you and me is far from over. 】

[Secondly, you are not qualified to point fingers at my barbarism. Mr. Gentleman, our wildness has made us the emperor's blade and the tyrant's nightmare, allowing us to be the purest, most loyal, craziest, and happiest. Fighting in the galaxy with his attitude. 】

[You don’t understand, Jonson, you can’t experience this kind of happiness. Even if you are jealous of our lightness from the bottom of your heart, you will never get it. Since the knight is high in the castle, he will naturally never be able to touch it again. Arrived in the forest. 】

[Your words are meaningless, Leman Russ, and I will never be jealous of you. No one will be jealous of barbarism. 】

Zhuang Sen raised his head high, and his words were full of arrogance.

[What can your barbarism bring you? Ruth. 】

【Bring this! 】

Leman Russ roared and launched his attack. He jumped up and turned into a falling meteorite. Along with the crazy roar, the original gene was full of anger, unwillingness and annoyance accompanied by his fists. , tore apart countless air and storms, and hit Zhuang Sen's breastplate heavily.

This unexpected blow caught Jonson off guard. He staggered back a few steps, and the tyrant's head in his palm flew into the air, and was caught by Morgan with his psychic hands.

Leman Russ still wanted to pursue the victory, but what greeted him was the lion sword that obstructed him. The steel gauntlet and the sword clashed on the throne, leaving behind bursts of harsh grinding sounds.

[Is this what you want, Ruth? Unsurprisingly, disappointing. 】

[It wasn’t at first, but it is now. 】

[You still can't shake off your savagery, my brother, it's ridiculous. 】

[What's really ridiculous is that you have no idea what savagery is, Jonson, but that's okay. 】

【You will find out soon. 】

Zhuang Sen held the big sword tightly and exerted force with both arms, temporarily forcing his brother back. He snorted, first glanced at the silver-haired lady who had stepped aside, and then turned his eyes back to his brother.

[It's a barbaric thing to say, Russ, and you're just making a fool of yourself. 】

[You are imitating, and it is an imitation full of loopholes. Now, my brother, there is no need for you to mess with me just because of your crude tricks that anyone can see. Put away your sword, we can do it at any time. stop. 】

The lion king was answered by Leman Russ's nonchalant laughter.

[If you had not just been in this damn room in a daze, but brought your cubs to support my legions and let them know that there is a Primarch fighting alongside them, maybe I would consider stopping, Jonson. 】

Zhuang Sen sneered directly. He looked at his brother with a look on his face that anyone could see. He didn't even try to hide the slightest bit of calmness and contempt.

[There is indeed a Primarch fighting alongside your Legion. 】

[But now it seems that he has accomplished nothing. 】

【……】

This time, it was no longer Ruth's fist that answered Jonson.

It was the roaring roar of Kraken's Bite.