Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Senior Advisor?"

"When did the Legion have this official position?"

"My father just decided to set it up. He believes that every Thousand Sons should not waste more energy on daily affairs. We can leave the more trivial matters to mortals to deal with, although this will cause an estimated Inefficiency and corruption, but bearable."

"As for the high-level advisors, as the name suggests, they will act as part of a think tank and be responsible for handling matters related to mortals, such as statistical supplies, or mid-to-high-level officers who serve as spire guards."

(The Spire Guard, the mortal auxiliaries of the Thousand Sons Legion, are known for being well-equipped and well-trained.)

"Then we have more time to collect and organize knowledge and do really great things."

"...That's really good."

Thinking of the sufferings of these days, Hathor-Mat stroked his long golden hair and praised the wisdom of the father of genes deep in his heart. He really didn't want to communicate with those ignorant mortals anymore.

This swordsman genius of the Bright Feather School is a guy who is passionate about perfection. He once felt the warmth of home when he was on a mission to the Third Legion, and developed the habit of using psychic powers to maintain his perfect appearance. And what is developed at the same time as this habit is a deep hatred of the "imperfections" of mortals.

"Mortal affairs should be left to mortals. After all, only sparrows know the cries of sparrows."

Hearing these words, Atava, who was walking at the front, couldn't help but look back. The thought of refuting his battle brothers flashed through his mind and was extinguished.

Now is not that time.

With no one answering Hathor's declaration, silence once again enveloped the Atava team. They quickly passed through the thick swirling smoke and returned to the abandoned city of Zalukin: this was once the home of Dawnstar Technology As a center of culture and culture, magnificent libraries and theaters can be seen everywhere, but at this time, the entire city is already dead silent, like a gray corpse of a giant beast, exuding a desperate silence.

Along with the silence came fog, a thin mist. Atava always felt as if there was nihilistic laughter spreading in the fog, but when he concentrated on listening, he couldn't hear anything. .

"Remember the Primarch's mission, everyone."

Before splitting up, Atava emphasized his team's mission one last time.

"We must try our best to collect the wisdom and books lost in this city. The world is about to face inevitable destruction, and we must save as much knowledge as possible at all costs before that. This is the key to our genes. The Father’s will is also the greatest mission.”

"As before, spread out the search and report to me every five minutes by number. I need everyone to stay safe and connected during the operation."

"Now, let's begin."

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"This is……"

When the fourth safety report was successfully completed, Atawa stopped involuntarily, and his eyes were attracted by a memorial monument on the left.

It was the tallest and oldest stone stele, with all kinds of heroic aspirations and a happy future densely engraved on it. But Attava was not focused on these, but on the lifelike giant carved on the top of the stele. beast.

Deer antlers, camel head, rabbit eyes, snake neck, mirage belly, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, cow ears, slender body, flying scales and claws.

"The Kingdom of Dragons..."

Atharva whispered softly, this majestic, sacred and mighty beast was unmistakable, and it successfully evoked certain memories of the Thousand Sons: before he followed the Emperor's footsteps into the stars, Before he reunited with his Primarch in Prospero, and even before the mutation of flesh and blood invaded the Thousand Sons Legion, he had performed a simple mission as the most ordinary warrior in Holy Terra. .

It was a land once called the Dragon Realm. It was at the foot of the Imperial Palace of Terra. It was one of the first supporters of the Emperor. On it, the greatest and most glorious empire in human history once appeared, and left behind The richest monuments and heritage.

Atava was sent there to collect. At that time, he was still a newly reformed warrior, but he could remember everything clearly enough. He can still recall the rich legacy left by that land. , and the traces he saw when exploring those warehouses.

"dragon……"

He whispered the name, then continued his exploration, and soon found various crests in other corners of the city, which were exactly the same as those he had seen in the Dragon Kingdom.

There seemed to be laughter in the mist, but Thousand Sons had learned to ignore these things.

Atava was sighing, and at this moment, his communicator rang.

"Atharva, it's me."

It was Hathor's voice.

"I found something interesting here, Atava, a ship, an unusually old colonial ship. It may be the same as the Steadfast Light, a legacy of the golden age!"

Hathor's joy and excitement can be felt even through the communicator, and Attawa can completely understand his comrade's gaffe: because he is the same way.

A lost ship from the Golden Age means endless possibilities: precious books and artworks, unique copies depicting thousands of years of history and knowledge, and even the possibility of obtaining something even more precious - such as an STC.

Until now, Atava finally understood why Magnus insisted on exploring this ruins by himself, even arguing with Perturabo - presumably his genetic father had already discovered this treasure, but because of the disaster relief, Too urgent to dig in.

"Its hatch is blocked, Atava, I must use violent means to break it open..."

Hathor's urgent voice came, and Atharva could no longer care.

"Stay there, Hathor! I will gather everyone there to meet you. We need to explore it together."

After saying that, without waiting for Hathor's answer, Attawa hurriedly ran, leaving behind only a string of communication voices calling various teammates.

He was in such a hurry and joy that he didn't even hear the deep laughter in the mist.

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"What did you say? Forsyth?"

"It's Atawa, sir. Atawa's team has not contacted us for half an hour, which far exceeds the communication interval you requested."

"That doesn't sound good."

Magnus nodded. He looked in all directions and saw nothing but chaos.

"But we don't have time to worry about them now, Forsythe. Things here are more troublesome than I thought."

Forsyth looked at his genetic father, the smoke that was constantly emitting from Magnus, and the wounds caused by cannonballs and energy flows, and nodded silently.

At first, they all thought it was an ordinary aid mission. Magnus led his children to this inland city. He ordered his children to spread out to assist those who were trying to maintain order. The Iron Warriors, and he himself went to find Varga, the governor of Dawn Star.

The Governor has the final command to open and close any location or machine on the Dawn Star. Perturabo's huge and complicated evacuation plan is indispensable for his help and cooperation.

At first, everything went smoothly. Tens of thousands of people gradually gathered and evacuated with the cooperation of the Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors. Magnus also found an unconscious person in a severely damaged Rhino command vehicle. Governor of the Dawnstar.

But at this moment, [Red Dragon] appeared.

[Red Dragon] is not a beast, but the planetary defense army of Dawn Star, commonly known as PDF. Thanks to the prosperity and development of Dawn Star, this army with a low status in the empire's military system has extremely powerful Huge air force and mechanized forces.

The [Red Dragon] that appeared in Magnus's field of vision was a sizable armored legion. The Primarch could recognize war weapons including the Destruction Sword, Executioner, Chimera, and Rhinoceros, but just when he was confused about Why is this army only showing up now?

[Red Dragon] opened fire.

The Betrayer's offensive was extremely fast and fierce. Thanks to the advantage of undeclared war, a laser cannon accurately hit the unsuspecting Magnus, leaving several scars on the Primarch's body.

But that's all.

Magnus raised a hand, and the invisible energy shield easily enveloped the entire city. The betrayed Red Dragon Legion vented its firepower almost crazily, but only left water-like ripples on the shield.

The Primarch did not give his enemies any more opportunities or mercy. His mighty power shook the sky and the mountains. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and boulders fell. The armored regiments that threatened the most were either killed by the sudden natural disaster or killed by the sudden natural disaster. They were crushed to ashes one by one by the angry Primarch.

The Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors filed out, orderly wiping out the last batch of resisters, and even captured a few unsteady prisoners for torture.

After a few minutes of fighting, the Primarch first reminded his brothers far away in Kalena City. Then, just as Magnus was trying to treat the unconscious Governor of the Dawn Star, he received the news that the Atava team had lost their lives. Contact message.

This news only made the Primarch silent for a second, and he put the search for his offspring in his inner memo, but before that, he still had things to do.

"How is the result?"

After ensuring that the vital governor's life was not in danger, Magnus turned his attention to the Iron Warriors walking towards him.

"The inquiry has been made, sir."

The Iron Warriors salute the Primarch of infinite power.

"All the prisoners of war admitted that they fought for the [Sons of Sitan], but they could not explain why they betrayed the Empire. According to most people's descriptions, they were controlled by a voice in their heads and started involuntarily. Take action.”

"Then did they say where the other Red Dragon troops went?"

"They don't know, my lord."

"Then bring them here and I will interrogate them myself."

"Well... Sir, they died suddenly due to unknown reasons. The military doctor's initial analysis may be some kind of time bomb on the mental level."

"……All right."

Magnus rubbed the corners of his brows in pain. There were no people around him who specialized in mind control. The Tianxiao School had always been good at this, but for the sake of safety, he left them all in Kalena.

He began to miss them, and even missed Morgan, who was also a master of mind control.

"Forsyth."

Magnus turned to look at his heir.

"Have the results of the investigation come out?"

"It has been established, my lord, that the Red Dragon forces that attacked us came from at least thirty-three different war groups, and we found all the signs to confirm this."

"Very good...how many battle groups are there in the Red Dragon Legion?"

"Uh...thirty-three."

"In other words, they all rebelled?"

Forsyth saw his father start to think, and soon Magnus's expression turned somber.

"The counter-rebel troops that attacked us were only fifty thousand at most, and the Red Dragon Army... I remember it was one million people?"

"Yes, my lord."

The Primarch glanced at the city that had almost been evacuated. His voice sounded like he was talking to himself or asking about Forsis.

"This is already the only big city left in Dawn Star besides Kalena, and the rebel forces invested here are so few..."

"Tell me, where will they go?"

Fussy was not a fool. Faced with this problem which was not difficult at all, he figured it out immediately, and then his face became extremely wonderful.

The Primarch took a deep breath.

"Forsis, regroup the troops."

"Let's go back to Kalena."

"Quick...quick! Quick! Quick!"