Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Anger, which is sweeter than drops of honey, rises, boils, and burns from the human chest like smoke.

Morgan forgot which book she read this sentence from, it seemed to be some mottled ancient book on Ahriman's bookshelf, but there was no doubt that she remembered it clearly.

At this time, she felt it equally clearly.

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anger……

She felt it, so clearly, so violently, so wildly.

So...ridiculous.

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The silver-haired female official sat on the fake seat. She unbuttoned her hair, and her silky hair was swimming like a snake on her back and wrists, turning into armrests and a chair to lean on. The back, and the ends of the hair have become naughty pets, used to amuse themselves in this unavoidably boring time.

Morgan half-squinted his eyes, his green-blue pupils hidden in his thick eyebrows, constantly observing the actions of the Dark Angels in front of him: Arachos was obviously an experienced commander. After a brief hesitation, his words Echoing in the cold upper air, he commanded the Dark Angels to drag the Space Wolves to places where they would not get in the way, while other soldiers of the First Legion guarded the periphery, holding all key points in their own hands. : The war is not over yet, at least not completely. In the smoke outside the fortress, intermittent firefights can still be heard.

Morgan even noticed that Arachos's attention was always focused on the remaining wall behind her, where the sound of the Primarch's fighting continued, and Jonson's angry shouts could even be heard from time to time: This is the biggest reason why the Dark Angels will stay here honestly. They are sure that their genetic father is still safe and sound, and they also know that even if they rush in rashly, they will not be able to help.

And similarly, once the sound of fighting behind the broken wall stops, Arachos will immediately cross the thin red line and go to his genetic father: even if it means fighting with the terrifying psychic in front of him. He would not hesitate to deal with the possibility of conflict between the two parties.

Morgan saw this in the burning heart of the Dark Angel.

Of course she wouldn't stop it.

After all, just like in front of her only blood relative: Jonson, the Spider Queen's occasional willfulness and arrogance in front of the First Legion is just a kind of temptation that never stops.

However, in front of the Caliban Lion who already knows Morgan well, his blood relatives can naturally be more casual and willful because they have no secrets from him.

In front of the First Legion, who didn't know much about Morgan, as a mortal confidant of the Lion King, a powerful Alpha-level or even higher-level psyker, he naturally had to maintain a certain degree of reserve and arrogance, even relying on the Legion. The Lord's gradually increasing [arrogance] is also understandable.

And all the willfulness, arrogance and arrogance are just the probing tentacles that Morgan extended towards Zhuangson and the First Legion.

Morgan always wants to truly know and grasp, in this powerful group, her authority, her degree of freedom, her status and identity, and the greatest possibility of her being able to act according to her own thoughts and thoughts. How much, and whether it can go further.

After all, her instinct told her that she seemed to have a relatively long relationship with Zhuang Sen and the First Legion.

And it was during this constant observation and exploration that Morgan gradually discovered an interesting thing: Maybe the Dark Angels did not respect Jonson as much as the Thousand Sons did to Magnus, nor did they respect him as much as the Thousand Sons did to Magnus. The Iron Warriors are as arrogant as Perturabo, but even the most arrogant Dark Angel veterans are unintentionally moving closer to their Primarch in every word and deed, even though they may not like him in their hearts.

The influence of the Primarch on the Legion seemed to be stronger than she imagined. No matter how the Astartes felt about their Primarch, they seemed to innately take the Primarch's cognition and behavior as a matter of course. of truth and reality.

For example, when the Primarch of the First Legion unabashedly expressed his trust in his mortal advisors in public, Morgan could feel the prevailing influence on the Indomitable Truth in the following days. , respect and etiquette for her.

If before, these senior warriors only recognized her psychic power, then now, they are indeed expressing the attitude closest to [respect] towards [Morgan] as a being.

Obviously, even in the First Legion, where the image of the Primarch is not so strong, Jonson's words and deeds can still easily change the attitudes and thoughts of most soldiers. It is like a brand in the blood.

Morgan made a mental note of this.

She believes that one day, she will use this.

And this is just one of her gains during this period. Using the Dark Angels Legion as a template, and supplemented by a glimpse of the Thousand Sons Legion and the Iron Warriors Legion, Morgan mentally analyzed the relationship between the Primarch and the Iron Warriors Legion. That amazing chemistry between the legions.

She is not too worried about the harm her actions will bring: as long as she is still the effective blood relative, as long as she is still the powerful psyker, as long as she is still the one walking in the center of the battle line, directly or indirectly saving people. With thousands or even tens of thousands of Dark Angels veterans as the backbone of the Legion, her little willful behavior would naturally be laughed off.

After all, whether in the eyes of Jonson or in the knowledge of the Dark Angel, there are thousands of emergencies in the galaxy, which are more troublesome and more troublesome than the lazy and willful Persian cat lady. Requires full concentration.

Especially after Johnson expressed his trust in Morgan, even the anti-psionic veterans surrounding her gradually dispersed. Morgan could freely walk among the fleet, or carry out his own small business. .

For example, the recognition of emotions.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of funny logic about fate and success or failure. She really didn't expect that a sudden thought after a failure would become the key push for her to master the first step.

Maybe she should thank that mortal, the old man Dulan with a gray beard who died under her knife. What was his name?

Forget it, that's not important.

She nodded, thinking so in her heart, and at this moment, a violent impact sound came from behind her, it was like two huge hammers smashing through the rotten wall, tearing the entire Room.

Morgan raised a brow.

She raised her head and found that Arachos was also looking at her. The Dark Angel did not take action immediately, because after the impact, the sounds of roaring and fighting soon started again.

Driven by curiosity, Miss Persian Cat secretly explored her psychic powers and observed some of the conditions inside.

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Tsk…

Then, she met Arachos's gaze again and showed a silent smile without emotion.

[For the sake of certain established perceptions and glorious images in your mind, knight. 】

[I don’t suggest you go in now. 】

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fighting.

The never-ending battle.

Needless to say, just fight.

No one compromises.

No one gave in.

Zhuang Sen waved his lion sword, almost numbly squeezing the last bit of strength from his arms. His two hearts were beating faster and faster under the urging of his firm will, commanding every muscle and nerve tyrannically: One more ounce of strength, one more round, and another attack.

Both his arms and legs were as stiff as steel and as heavy as mountains, but the lion's will and steel were stronger and more stubborn than mountains. He ruthlessly ordered his body: continue to fight.

On the opposite side, the situation of the Lord of Fenris is not optimistic at all: Russ's limbs are already riddled with scars, especially the wound on his right leg, which has obviously affected his performance in battle. Rhythm and speed. Obviously, in the competition of swordsmanship and skills, the Fenrisian is far from his opponent of the Caliban brothers. Although he can also hurt his lion brothers, these injuries are far less than Jonson's counterattack. Not worth mentioning.

But despite this, anger and fury still supported his onslaught, and every sharp attack he made still forced Jonson to concentrate all his energy to fight: the Fenrisian was far bigger and stronger than his brother, he could Withstanding more damage, even if his brutal attack only hits once, it will be extremely effective.

Russ swung his fist heavily, wiping the already dilapidated lion helmet, and hit the marble statue behind Jonson, which may have weighed a ton. In an instant, the precious exhibit would be genetically modified. The blow completely shattered it into pieces, and while the bricks and stones were flying, Zhuangson also seized this opportunity, grabbed Ruth's outstretched arm, pushed his shoulder, and threw his brother into the wall on the other side: During this time, their other hands were also holding their respective swords tightly, biting and trembling in mid-air.

The heavy rain poured down, mixed with the sultry breath in the dark red clouds, and continued to fall on the armor of the two original bodies. The dilapidated walls continued to disintegrate in the heavy rain, revealing their fragile inner parts, which even made This viewing platform has become less safe and secretive, but despite this, the two legion masters still have no intention of stopping.

Now, pure anger is supporting this battle. They have long forgotten the reason for the fighting. The pure soul of the warrior and the anxious desire for victory support them, launching attacks without thinking again and again.

Jonson and Russ, they struggled and clashed, tall figures lingering on the left and right sides of the platform, until the winner was briefly determined again: Caliban's King of Knights successfully captured his brother Due to an oversight, his sword edge forced Russ all the way to the side wall of the viewing platform: this place had been damaged in the previous battle. Under the impact of the heavy rain, half of it had collapsed, exposing another room. stairs, and half a floor below.

Jonson rushed forward and continued to fight with his brother with his big sword. At the same time, his other hand grabbed the black wolf skin on Ruth, but the huge force instead tore it into pieces. The fur, leaving only the complicated rune pendants clanking to the ground.

Russ seized this opportunity and ran headlong into his brother. The two primarchs were grinding each other's swords back and forth almost face to face, constantly hitting the crumbling walls around them.

Finally, under the impact of another confrontation, the side wall that had long been unable to support completely collapsed, even taking part of the floor with it, implicating the two original bodies who refused to take a step back. .

Johnson and Russ, at this moment, they were twisted into a ball under the influence of gravity and slippery friction. Their power armors were hooked together, and the two original bodies were like an irregular Like an iron ball, it fell on the stairs, rolled down, smashed through the fragile building, and fell into the lower space, splashing dust.

But at the moment they stopped, the two original bodies who were separated again struggled to get up. The anger in their eyes still did not diminish at all, but: the Lion Sword had disappeared in the chaos just now, and Kraken I don’t know which corner it rolled into.

In the next moment, both men clenched their fists, and then, like pure beasts, they roared completely meaningless words and charged again.

This time, there is no art of fighting and no rules for fighting. The two once great and wise primarchs have become beasts driven by anger. Their only desire now is to knock down their opponents completely. land, win.

The two people struggled together, each waving their fists, and the whip legs protected by the iron boots roared in the air. The rainy ground was filled with a slippery smell. Without paying attention, the two Primarchs were both They fell to the ground, and then they didn't bother to get up. They just tore each other on the ground, beat them, rolled around in the dirt, punched each other in the face, and added their own saliva.

Blood was constantly flowing from the dilapidated power armor, mixed with mud. At this moment, neither Zhuangson nor Russ looked like great figures capable of commanding the legion and the kingdom. Instead, they looked like two gangsters, two gangsters. Drunkards, two idiots juggling in the heavy rain.

Finally, Ruth, who was superior in brute strength, took Zhuangson's blow forcefully, and then punched him on the temple. This was a successful blow. He completely broke the lion helmet. Even Zhuangson fell into a moment of confusion and sluggishness. Ruth seized the opportunity. He struggled to get up and kept slipping on the muddy ground. Finally, he took one of Zhuangson's arms and threw him away. go out.

Zhuang Sen hit the wall hard and didn't get up for a moment. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity for victory, but when Ruth really stood up, he saw the puddles under his feet and his own condition: scars Tired, disheveled, pain biting at every joint and every muscle of his body, the soreness and heat were unbearable. Even his wolf skin had been roughly torn into pieces, and all that was left were just pieces. Tattered junk.

He looked at Zhuang Sen again: his situation was even worse.

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What are they doing?

For a moment, this question entered Russ's mind, and then spread like a virus. The Wolf King of Fenris just stood there, motionless.

He stayed for a while.

Then he laughed.

A wave of laughter came from the Wolf King's throat, and waves of joy and absurdity danced in his chest. He just stood there, laughing.

At least, he didn't seem angry anymore.

Zhuang Sen staggered up. Most of his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were still blazing like a torch.

【what are you laughing at? 】

He stepped forward, stumbling toward his brother, fists clenched.

Russ seemed to be stunned for a while before he realized that his brother was asking questions. The Wolf King was also struggling to stand. His body was a little crooked at this time because one of his ribs seemed to be almost broken.

"The Emperor's eggs, brother."

Ruth laughed louder and louder, coughing as he laughed, spitting out large chunks of blood in his throat.

"What exactly are we doing, brother?"

Zhuang Sen swayed and walked in front of the Wolf King. Half of his body was illuminated by the flames of war still burning outside, like a blood knight hiding in the darkness.

【伱...will you...surrender? 】

"……What?"

[You, surrender, no, surrender, surrender! 】

"...What are you talking about?"

【this! yes! One game! duel! 】

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This is crazy.

Ruth couldn't help it anymore. He raised his head and laughed heartily.

The Executioner's mission, the Great Crusade, the diseases among the Legions, the political disputes between the Primarchs, and even the fate of the human race were all forgotten at this moment.

Damn, crazy.

They were both crazy, just crazy together, like the two biggest fools without a brain.

Just like Magnus.

He laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Do you know what we look like now?"

"Brother, we're like..."

"Two stupid idiots."

Russ uttered these words, and then he thought about continuing to laugh, continuing to laugh crazily until the end of time for this pure joy that he had not experienced for a long time.

Then he saw Jonson's staggering steps.

He saw the fist raised high, stained with blood.

He saw...

"boom!"

The iron fist was swung down, and the tall, undefended body of the original body fell down. Zhuang Sen looked at his brother, looking at his silly face that was still smiling before he was knocked unconscious.

He spit, and the last weak words slipped into Leman Russ's ears like a wisp of smoke.

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【You are the idiot. 】