Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The crimson star fell from the sky, just like the escaping gods shedding muddy tears of blood.

For the battle situation faced by the Seventh Company of the Death Guard, a mere hundred Dark Angels are not actually a force that can turn the tide. After all, it is not a more powerful opponent that hinders the Sons of Mortarion, but a more powerful opponent. It is the overwhelming disparity in numbers that brings about the overwhelming flood.

On the dry surface of this nameless world, an absolute massacre is going on in an orderly manner: about five thousand soldiers belonging to the Fourteenth Legion stubbornly guard the landing position they hold tightly in their hands, Their armor was not painted, but exuded a yellowish off-white color, with only some of the pauldrons painted with dark green spray paint.

Behind them was their method of breaking through the void shield and landing: a warship that crashed directly into the ground.

Back then, Barbarus' Pale King used this method to shred Galasper's anti-aircraft firepower. Obviously, many of his descendants were deeply impressed by this method and were quite convinced.

These Astartes warriors who are constantly aiming and firing are lone stars in the moonlit night, springs in the desert, and islands in the ocean. On the periphery of their impregnable positions, they are a huge pile of the dead as far as the eye can see. Lang: Billions of people in this hive world have been killed and manipulated. Some kind of powerful psychic alien drives these cold corpses through unimaginable spells, and extracts from their mutilated bodies. Drawing massive amounts of nutrients from his life instinct.

While these damn aliens remotely controlled this fearless army to rush towards the Empire's defense line one after another, they maintained a weird psychic void shield through countless psychic devices, allowing the orbital bombardment of the Imperial fleet to have the greatest impact. The effect is minimal, and a powerful volley can often only kill dozens or millions of zombies, which is a drop in the bucket against the pressure on the ground troops.

Under such circumstances, war has lost all sense of skill and artistry, and even the most elite Astartes can only accept an endless massacre: the driven corpses are simply endless, and their Only the pale round eyes on the shriveled heads exude an unsettling light. Although these skinny, brainless walking zombies have no strength or fighting skills at all, when millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of zombies... When corpses filled with energy capable of self-destruction poured into the Empire's positions from all directions, even the most experienced Son of Mortarion could only pull the trigger numbly and hastily, without daring to stop for a moment.

The Death Guards fought silently. They had no war cry. This was a gift from Mortarion. Every time millions of zombies fell, there would only be one or two Sons of Barbarus who made mistakes. Submerged in the endless tide of corpses, only at this moment could an instinctive cry come from the communicator, but despite this, everyone was silent in response, they were fighting silently, advancing silently, silently In the wave of the dead, he slowly carved out a passage made of pure flesh and blood, taking firm steps towards victory step by step.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

For any shrewd Astartes officer, this kind of war fought with will and tenacity is a waste. No matter which legion it is, when faced with such a see-saw situation, it will instinctively send out its own troops. The assault team could either destroy the psychic strongholds supporting the void shield and let the fleet's fury burn the earth, or simply attack the alien's lair to fundamentally end this meaningless war.

But for Garro at this time, these are all somewhat false illusions, because there is no place for assault and tactical teams in the Death Guard's legionary arsenal. Mortarion is committed to bringing every one of his descendants into Develop heavy infantry that can cope with any situation. Fighters and jetpacks are options that only appear when you are desperate.

With the exception of a few specialized areas, most of the Death Guard are pure warriors, capable of handling any combat situation: and because of this, their victory is self-evident.

Perhaps after another Terran standard, this unstoppable slow army will run through the alien lair with dignity, and even if the situation is not so smooth, the support fleet on the way will ensure the victory of the battle: but before that, A few more drops of blood will be shed.

This is how the Death Guard won. Although the Sons of Mortarion are not always so stubborn, in the face of this kind of battle that can only rely on blood and courage, the tenacity symbolized by stubbornness is their greatest pride. .

But for Garro, even if it only saves a drop of the blood of the battle brothers, it is worth the effort and compromise.

As a result, the Dark Angel's army descended from the sky, like the light piercing the morning dawn, and landed precisely on the location of the largest and most important void shield generator: In order to find this device, Morgan searched the entire world's surface with psychic energy. Three times, it is indeed very secretly hidden, no wonder the Death Guard has never found it.

Even before the hatch was opened, countless zombies rushed forward, but then, the most manic wave of psychic energy swept through countless mountains, rivers and ruins in an instant, and even Jia Luo, who was thousands of miles away, was He couldn't help but frown: as a Death Guard, he had rarely seen such an arrogant and domineering psychic storm.

But the effect was good: just a few minutes later, the void shield covering most of the world gradually disintegrated amidst the roaring sound of explosions. With the disappearance of this obstacle, the Imperial fleet, which had been waiting in vain in orbit, regrouped in an instant. It became active, thousands of cannon muzzles rushed to pour out tongues of fire, and the balance of the war changed in an instant.

Jialuo witnessed all this quietly. He assembled his team and prepared to concentrate on the next beheading. He had no doubts about the assistance and achievements of the Dark Angel. He had no doubts about the battle company of the Seventh Great Company. In the long run, the issue he is most concerned about now is the meaning of this victory: this is one of the last alien strongholds in this sector. With the recovery here, only the last alien named [Druun] remains. The old nest.

They are about to face the final judgment from the Empire: this will be a new chapter in the glorious resume of his genetic father. Nothing can better illustrate Mortarion's great achievements in the Great Crusade than the burning of the alien empire. .

But before that, he still needs to put some thought into entertaining these unexpected friendly forces.

After all, to the Death Guard, a sorcerer... psyker visitor.

This is rare.

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Garro formally and grandly received the two leaders from the First Legion on his flagship, and the Death Guard even held a miniature military parade to show respect and gratitude.

When they met for the first time, the Battle Captain discovered an interesting detail: the [Soul Drinker], who was the mortal advisor of the legion, actually walked in front of Zahariel, the Captain of the Astartes, and the latter was not the least bit indifferent. willing.

It seemed that the mysterious interior of the First Legion was more interesting than he had imagined.

"Thank you for reaching out, battle brothers from the First Legion, for your help in allowing this battle to end so smoothly."

This sentence is what Garro says from the bottom of his heart. Without the intervention of the First Legion, he may have to pay the price of several Terran Standard Time and the lives of dozens of battle brothers to completely end this battle: This is still the most optimistic estimate.

The combat company commander stepped forward, shook hands with the two leaders of the First Legion, and said hello. The conversation was carried out in a light and serious environment. Jialuo kept a straight face, but he kept observing the two visitors: He was very It was quickly confirmed that Zahariel was a qualified warrior, while Morgan's condition was even more interesting. Her inner efficiency and ability could not be concealed by her outward charm and kindness.

Frankly speaking, Jialuo admires this kind of efficient person very much. She can make everything go smoothly and not be annoying.

Therefore, when they were walking in the corridor of the battleship, and Morgan's topic quickly shifted to some information about intelligence and the happenings in the galaxy, the battle company commander talked about almost everything within the allowed range.

"Yes, storm, subspace storm. Even if we look at history, such a violent subspace storm has rarely appeared in the galaxy. Now it is called [Howl of Despair]."

"This storm swept through almost half of the galaxy, and its waves could be felt from Ultramar to Holy Terra. It is said that thousands of fleets lost contact in the storm, and even dozens or hundreds of inhabited galaxies I was also lost in this storm, and until now, not even a shred of news has come.”

"And it can be confirmed that this storm is related to the Randan aliens. They set off this storm and took the opportunity to launch a massive offensive. Thousands of galaxies have already fallen."

When Jia Luo told all this, Morgan's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

[So much has happened in two Terran Standard Days? 】

"Two Terra Standard Days?"

This time, it was Jialuo's turn to frown.

"Ms. Morgan, that subspace storm named [Howl of Despair] happened six full Terran standard months ago."

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During the anxious questioning and answering that followed, Zahariel, who had been listening nearby, suddenly understood two questions.

First, although the subspace counter on their ship only lasted about two Terran standard days, they had indeed drifted in the turbulence of the subspace for six full Terran standard months. Obviously, The chaotic subspace once again showed its chaotic side.

Perhaps they are already among the fallen within the Dark Angels Legion?

Zahariel couldn't help but think of this.

And then, as Captain Garro told the few words that had been transmitted here from the front line, Zahariel suddenly remembered Morgan's words.

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[If I guess correctly, the First Legion is already in trouble, and if they were not in trouble - then the situation would be even worse. 】

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Now Zahariel understood.

Obviously, at that time, Morgan had already detected Ran Dan's role in this sudden catastrophe from the strangeness of the storm fragments, and this smart lady would naturally think further:

Since he has spent so much effort to create such a large-scale storm, is Ran Dan's next step going to be to just continue to retreat?

Obviously, this huge alien empire will take advantage of the opportunity of the human empire being damaged to come out in full force: this may even be all the power of the Randan Empire, and it is the strongest and final blow of this powerful and brutal alien regime.

Considering the location of Ran Dan's frontline with the Empire, there are only two possibilities for the first wave to suffer this attack: either it is the First Army Corps stationed in the northeast. Once Ran Dan's spear points at Zhuang Sen's army, then the Empire's Instead, other locations will be safe, and the blood of the Dark Angels will defend the entire galaxy.

On the other hand, if Ran Dan's full blow did not hit the First Legion, then their only remaining target would be the northern front of the Human Empire. You must know that although the Eleventh Legion in charge of this front sang a triumphant song, it had been defeated for a long time. No news came back.

Now it seems that this silence seems to exude something strange.

After all, you know, behind the northern front is...

"Ran Dan's army has broken through part of the northern defense line, and its vanguard has even appeared in the Sun Star Domain. Obviously, their goal is Holy Terra. The Dark Angel Legion has evacuated their defense line in the northeastern part of the galaxy. The Terran government We are concentrating all our forces and intend to hold on to the last line of defense outside the Sun Star Territory."

[It seems that Ran Dan has found the crux of the problem. 】

Morgan's voice was soft but sure.

Although the hegemonic kingdom of the Lord of Mankind now spans the entire galaxy, in a sense, the extremely powerful Human Empire is just a [Fusha Empire]. Once the core of Holy Terra is removed, the seemingly powerful and noisy Empire Galactic supremacy would collapse in an instant, and the Emperor's realm would be left with its last breath, if not immediate death.

Ran Dan saw this, and these cunning hegemonic pursuers knew that this might be their last chance.

In this decisive madness, the countless colonies, fortresses and outposts installed by the human empire in the northern part of the galaxy were destroyed almost overnight. The alien hegemony that could dominate the galaxy even tore apart countless The moat in the void reaches the real core area of ​​the human empire, allowing the flames of war to ignite wantonly in these priceless sacred places.

[In that case, why don’t you go to the Sun Star Territory? Whether it is the Luna Wolves or the Death Guard, they are the power the human empire needs at this time. 】

Facing Morgan's questioning, Garrow just shook his head helplessly.

"We have received no orders, either from the Emperor or from Terra, not at all."

"Moreover, even if we want to go, we must first deal with these psychic aliens called [Druun]. The vicious spells of this race are distorting the safety of the subspace channels in several nearby star regions, contributing to the The space storms are so crazy that if they are not eliminated, most of our military forces are likely to be lost during the subspace jump."

"We have assembled the powerful forces of three legions: the Luna Wolves, the White Scars, and our Death Guard. The primarchs of the three legions also came to this war in person. In fact, their fleets will arrive soon, 伱You can see them in person soon.”

Morgan was silent for a moment, and then she stretched out her hand towards the death guard in front of her.

[I don’t want to deceive you, my comrade Garro. I am eager to return to the Dark Angel’s fleet and to Jonson’s side. This is my current obsession, so I think my power may be able to help this battle. Make a contribution and help in the eradication campaign. 】

Garrow was also silent for a moment, and then he took hold of Morgan's cold thumb. He groaned, but did not immediately answer or guarantee.

"This requires the nod and permission of another adult, Ms. Morgan, and I admit to you, this will be very... difficult."

【who? 】

"...Mortarion, our genetic father, the only master of the Death Guard Legion, but..."

"He does to you psykers..."

"Not very friendly."

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[My subordinate Garro just sent a letter, and the last stronghold of the Druun aliens has also been removed. We can attack the nest of this dirty race directly. 】

[Congratulations, Mortarion, my toughest brother, your warriors have once again proven their strength and your vision. 】

A soft nasal sound came from the spacious room. At this moment, it seemed that the invisible poisonous gas had become a little more arrogant.

But soon, these proud emotions were interrupted by a pair of frowning brows.

[Garro also reported that a Dark Angel warship suddenly jumped out of the subspace during the battle and joined the battle. There was a... wizard on it. She intervened in this battle that belongs to me. The battle of the descendants. 】

The voice became deeper, hoarse, and slower, just like a rusty sickle tearing apart the green wheat ears bit by bit, leaving a sound that chilled the bones.

【Dark Angel? Aren't they on the other side of the galaxy? Why do they appear here? Are there other battleships coming with them? 】

[Garo didn’t say...but I don’t care either. 】

[That wizard, she intervened in this battle...using her witchcraft...when my warrior was about to gain victory and glory! 】

[Be patient, my brother, we don't know what happened on the front lines yet, and as far as I know, there doesn't seem to be anyone among Jonson's descendants who is famous for his psychic abilities. 】

[Not the son of the lion, but a sycophant beside him. You should have heard of her name, Horus, that is, the [Soul Drinker], the witch who made a big splash on Ran Dan's front line, our brother The banshee raised by Zhuang Sen. 】

[Ah...Morgan, I did hear my heir mention her. Why did she appear here with us? Is this Zhuangson's order? 】

[I said, I don’t care. 】

[Don't be like this, Mortarion, we all know that the mortal advisor is now the red man beside our brother, and her actions cannot be without Jonson's will. 】

[So what, now she is just a thief, a thief who abused her witchcraft and stole the honor that belonged to my legion and my heirs. 】

[...All this may be a misunderstanding and coincidence, Mortarion, we should meet them, meet these Dark Angels. 】

[Of course, I will go see her and see the banshee raised by our brothers...]

[You know, Horus, in Barbarus, they sometimes call me...]

[Banshee Hunter. 】