Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

(This chapter involves a lot of chatter between cats and dogs, so in order to distinguish, Johnson will use [] for his words, and "" for Ruth's words)

[I think this is a real sword fight? 】

"Whatever you think, I just want my fist to give your arrogant head a good kiss."

Duran is crying. This world that was once arrogant enough to try to fight against the empire is facing its own destiny: the smoke of war has burned out, and the coldness of death is rushing in.

Orange meteors symbolizing killing and cleansing fell one after another, sending batches of Astartes warriors to the ground. Although the leaders of the two legions had no energy to command their men at this time, in the wilderness and The thousands of Dark Angels and Space Wolves gathered in the ruins were enough to crush Duran's last remaining resistance to ashes.

The death of the tyrant spread throughout the world in an instant through some unspeakable telepathy. The old man who died in Zhuangson's death has ruled the world for thousands of years. In the hearts of the Duran people, he has long been Not a simple ruler, but some kind of symbol, some kind of symbol, some kind of belief that supports them to fight the invincible opponent to the end.

Now, faith is gone, and collapse has followed.

Although there are still a large number of Duran people who choose to stick to their posts and fight with the anger and determination in their hearts until the last moment, the organized resistance disappeared the moment the tyrant's head fell to the ground, and the remaining The nearly disorganized millions of martyrs were just a minor nuisance that made the Astartes warriors feel a little tired.

Massacres and wildfires scorched the wilderness of Duran, burning countless once prosperous and noisy places into charred desolation. Thousands of potholes were scattered among these devouring flames. This was the most direct result of this cleansing. Proof: The Dark Angels' second wave of landing troops is attacking the stubborn western fortress, killing the last Duran soldiers room by room, while in the north of the world, the canine teeth of the Space Wolves are tearing at the industrial area, letting blood and Wail extended all the way to the Scarlet Fortress.

Above the massacres, the sultry clouds are gathering again, and the billowing smoke on the ground is stimulating these already manic furnaces in the sky. The silver snake-like bright lightning and the rumbling muffled sound indicate that a great flood is about to fall from the sky. Wash it all away, but no one cares.

Either outside the fortress.

Still within the fortress.

After all, the storm here is far better than the gentle breeze and drizzle outside.

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Anger slowly ignited in Leon Jonson's body, as if it could start a prairie fire in a moment. It was an anger that had lost its dignity, and it was an angry anger that was defeated in front of his blood relatives and knights. .

Opposite him, Russ was also exuding his own anger. Different from the reserved anger of the Caliban Lion, Russ's anger seemed to burn the world, and it continuously emitted from the Primarch's body. It gushed out like an awakened red dragon breathing heavily.

The two originals faced each other, circling cautiously. Surrounded by them were the most powerful warriors of the two legions, while the two legion masters held their swords tightly, capturing each other's eyes and breathing. Any opportunity.

[I ask one last time, my reckless brother, is this a gladiatorial fight? 】

"God, can you stop talking so much nonsense? It's what you think it is. Now I just want to punch you in that stinking face!"

Very well, a gladiatorial fight does not endanger lives, but it also involves swords and dignity: it is really difficult to understand these barbarians in Caliban's way, and his language skills are no better than his dogs.

Zhuang Sen thought this in his heart, and on the other side, Leman Russ was obviously tired of waiting. He didn't bother to care whether this was a gladiatorial fight or a fight. He didn't care about it either. What he thinks is nothing more than output to the air.

Sword and dignity? Does it matter if you punch this bastard in the face?

The Wolf King of Fenris took a step back, then waved his sharp sword, turning into the purest cold wind of death, rushing towards his brother, while the lion of Caliban was already ready. , two destructive weapons collided in the air. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, sword shadows flew, and the sound of clanging gold and iron could be heard endlessly. The two Primarchs were so powerful, angry and focused, In this fierce trial, they were evenly matched.

Not far away, Morgan was watching all this in ecstasy. A kind of belligerent gene hidden in her bones was aroused by this most pleasing duel. She was almost concentrating on the fight in front of her: this was almost all... The most advanced, precise, and perfect behemoths in the galaxy were pitted against each other. Every confrontation between the two Primarchs spoke to the theoretical limits of what physics and biology could achieve.

She witnessed it quietly and remembered it. This scene was more suitable for careful viewing in a quiet time than a thousand peerless books.

But unfortunately, the reality does not seem to be suitable for her to watch calmly.

As early as when Leman Russ swung his first sword, the roar sounded among the wolves. The sons of Fenris waved their weapons and cheered for their lord with the stench or rough beast howls. Roaring sounds originating from the glacier turned into the coldest air waves, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and rushed towards the face, causing the crumbling hall to tremble in the chaotic roar, striking the Dark Angel's armor over and over again.

At the beginning, Jonson's knights could still face it calmly, but as this great duel that they had never seen before continued minute by minute, perhaps the souls of the warriors were moved by this insurmountable scene. , or maybe he simply felt that he could not continue to let his original body [fight alone]. When Arachos issued the first shout from his own throat, the entire Dark Angels' battle array began to shout in unison. Different from the cheers and the random roars of the wolves fighting each other, Jonson's knights waited for Arachos's start again and again in a tacit understanding, and then supported their original body with united shouts, crushing the The chaotic roar of the Space Wolves.

This naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the wolves, so the cubs of Russ became more and more hoarse, raising their voices again and again, and the knights were not to be outdone. In this way, more than a hundred Asta The Primarchs were huddled around them, comparing their shouts and roars, vowing to overwhelm the opponent on this edgeless battlefield.

In the battle circle, the two legion masters were focused on fighting, unreservedly venting their many grievances between each other, while outside the battle circle, their descendants competed with each other like primary school students singing: Your Voice High, then mine must be higher than yours. What matters is the momentum.

The entire hall was shrouded in incomparable noise for a moment. The screams of sword clashes and the loud competition between Astartes wandered through the countless corridors. In this vibrant place, everything competes. Amid the commotion, only one person yearns for silence.

After the Dark Angel's voice was so loud that it was deafening, Morgan, who had been watching quietly, finally turned her head. Her light eyebrows were now wrinkled into a small pimple: this was rare.

She looked at the once extremely serious Dark Angels, only to find that they were already engrossed in the sound contest with the Space Wolves. Even Arachos, the most serious person in the past, was completely immersed in it at this time.

Damn it, when did they become like this...

On the other side, the situation of the Space Wolves was even more lively. Many of Russ's cubs even took out a pile of strange-shaped bone ornaments from unknown nooks, and matched them with the interlacing screams of their swords and battle axes. This group of Fenrisians suddenly sang their wild songs in a rough and unpleasant tone, and for a while they were even able to compete with the Dark Angels.

Morgan stretched out a hand and slowly covered his face.

Will she work with these guys in the future?

Psychic energy continued to gather in the caress of her fingertips, making her seriously consider whether to give these cheap nephews some [loving touches].

At this moment, the two original bodies finally separated temporarily. They were panting and there were some cracks in their armor.

Ruth laughed, a smile that could be called sarcastic.

"How about it, my most respected Lord Knight? Are you tiring yourself out? I have always heard that you have gone through hundreds of battles and conquered countless worlds. Now you know what is the difference between your war games and real battles? Is there a difference?"

Zhuang Sen breathed heavily through his nose, and he just sneered.

[War is never a game, Russ. 】

"What you said is really off-putting."

[This is just a fact. If you can't see it clearly, then I can only say, no wonder you are still so sloppy. 】

[Think about it, Ruth, at the beginning of this war, you were entangled in your little thoughts, as if we were trying every possible means to take away your so-called honor: I will never take away a child's toy. 】

[In fact, if you hadn't let Terra down with your terribleness, my legions and I wouldn't have come here to clean up this mess for you. 】

"You don't have to come. My legion and I will take care of all this sooner or later."

[I don’t want to hear about your victory in Tulane at my funeral. Ask yourself, Ruth, what can those boys under your command accomplish? With one hand holding your long sword and the other hand ready to slap them on the nose for their stupidity, you might as well really have a bunch of puppies. The dogs can at least remember beatings. 】

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have really accumulated a lot of experience with your cubs. I really hope that my cubs are as good as yours, Zhuangson."

The Wolf King's tone had turned into an obvious sarcasm, and the Lion King's answer was a more obvious and angry retort.

[Yeah, you’re right. Think about it, isn’t it hard to imagine? Of course it’s hard to imagine, after all, no one can imagine something completely impossible. 】

Leman Russ sneered. He did not dwell on this topic, but looked at his brother with a dangerous look.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, Jonson, just like how much you love your legion. Take a closer look, my brother, you took your legion and went away for Terra's random order. Run west, a letter from Malcador can make you circle around the galaxy. To be honest, my brother, that bastard Magnus always said that I am a dog, but today I feel that in this In this aspect, I seem to be slightly inferior to you."

"Do you think your hard work will be rewarded, brother? Wake up, no matter how hard you work, one day, when my father chooses who stands by his side, it may be Horus or Sanguinius. Si, it will be Dorne, it might even be me, and you...heh."

"Stop trying to impress people, Zhuang Sen. It's all in vain. You don't understand my father's temper at all, and you have no popularity. My poor brother, even an open-minded person like me doesn't like you. What do you expect?"

[You are full of nonsense, Ruth. 】

Zhuang Sen was not angry, and the corner of his mouth just curled up into a sarcastic smile.

[Not everyone is like you. You have no friends in the palace. You neither understand me nor our father. 】

[As for friends? Not many of us are as good at making friends as I am, and I'm more popular than most. 】

Leman Russ looked like he had eaten a pound of flies.

And where no one could see it, Morgan lowered his head and covered his face.

[I can even guarantee you that there will be some among my brothers who are willing to stand by my side. What about you, Fenrisian? Who can you find? Discuss the classification of Fenrisian creatures with Magnus? 】

Leman Russ grinned, his chainsword buzzing.

"I feel sorry for the brother who recognized you, Jonson, but he's not here, is he? It's just you and me."

"And my fists, and my Kraken's Bite."

[When did you name your two dog paws? Quite a match. 】

The Wolf King didn't reply. He stepped forward with the sword pointed directly at Zhuang Sen's leg. The Lion King's slashes came almost at the same time. Russ's roaring chain sword was raised upwards. The two sides were in a stalemate. Seeing and grinding, until the Lion King seized a fleeting gap and cocked Russ's sword out of his hand, and before the Wolf King could grab it again, the Primarch of the First Legion would It kicked away, and the sword stumbled all the way in front of the Dark Angel, leaving a crackling sound that echoed in the hall.

A sincere smile came to Zhuangson's face. Obviously, he won the gladiatorial fight. The Lion King did not pursue the victory. According to Caliban's ancient custom, he maintained his reserve as a winner and waited for his brother to surrender. .

Until Russ roared, turned his body into a weapon, and hit the Lion King hard, the two Primarchs flew out together, smashing countless walls and stone pillars, and the Wolf King caught He stopped his brother and punched one after another. Jonson's hasty counterattack seemed weak under this offensive, until the Fenrisian finally grabbed the Caliban's shoulder and roared. , directly threw his brother out.

Then, Russ didn't even look at his brother. His eyes came to the Kraken's Bite dozens of meters away. He rushed towards his weapon, but before that, Arachos blocked him. In front of him, this sudden challenger made Russ pause for a moment, and at this moment, the Kraken's Bite had been pulled into his hands by a certain silver-haired female official. The Dark Angels moved silently, surrounding her. In the middle of the queue.

The Wolf King frowned. He did not provoke a new fight. The Fenrisian turned around and casually responded to Arachos' challenge: he knocked down the great knight with a slap, picked up his ax, and swung Two times.

"It's okay."

Just as he was talking, an extremely angry and savage roar sounded from the ruins. Zhuang Sen almost jumped up, his hair was messy and bloodshot eyes appeared.

The Wolf King smiled. He was ready to charge and seemed to be planning to say something. But before that, Zhuang Sen had already rushed forward. The two original bodies instantly rolled into a ball and turned into a rampaging iron ball. The ball, in the blink of an eye, disappeared all the way to the end of the corridor.

The soldiers of the two legions were still confused by the rapidly changing battle situation, but in this silent confusion, a slight voice had slowly echoed.

Someone turned around, only to find that the silver-haired female officer had disappeared from the place without a trace.