Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Hector, who survived the catastrophe, opened his shoulder armor and took out the last few candies from it. The son of Morgan threw them into his mouth, chewing while letting his mind recover from rest. recover.

The rising star of the Second Legion was enjoying the only rest time of the day while looking at the room where he rested last night: he was currently staying on a small battleship belonging to the First Legion. It was ridiculous to say that he was fighting with In the past few years of Ran Dan's confrontation, he spent far more time resting on the battleships of the First Legion than on the battleships of the Second Legion to which he belonged.

Perhaps, this is a certain characteristic of the Chasseur Squad.

Astartes' teeth easily crushed the sugar cubes. After absorbing as much of the pitiful industrial saccharin as possible, Hector had also sorted out many of his equipment. He stood up and walked out of the room. , and did not forget to adjust the small objects placed at the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his comrade-in-arms, "giant" Ajax, sitting in front of a workbench, hunched over, carefully playing with the unfamiliar metal objects on the snow-white tabletop.

"What are you doing?"

Hector walked over and glanced at the things on the table casually. Since he had not had much knowledge about machinery, he could only barely recognize a few parts inside, and came up with a simple Conclusion: What his comrades are drumming up cannot possibly be made in the empire's factories.

After all, just a month ago, there were at least twenty Ran Dan aliens holding this kind of weapon and trying to blow his head off.

Ajax's muffled answer also came to his ears at this time. This tall, rough and arrogant-looking warrior was using a subtle technique that even the most careful embroiderer would find difficult to achieve. Technique, he is constantly disassembling and assembling those delicate objects that are no bigger than his fingers. The dark brown palms brushing across the snow-colored tabletop are like a dark hurricane on the white desert, but they leave behind a pair of carefully polished and polished objects. Perfectly assembled components.

"Do you still remember that a month ago, we fought a battle with Ran Dan's scattered troops in a place called Desolation Star, and then we were involved in the subspace storm. I was cleaning the battlefield after that battle. , I picked this thing up, I thought it could still be used, so I took it back and kept it.”

Hector listened to this answer, blinked, and looked carefully a few more times. He found that the alien weapon seemed to be somewhat different from what he remembered, and apparently Ajax was also aware of this problem.

"It is different from the firearms often used by Ran Dan aliens, so I got it back, but I don't know what is different about it. After all, I don't dare to really use it."

"I don't know how powerful it is."

Listening to the murmurs of his comrades, Hector's heart did not waver. After all, for the soldiers of the Second Legion, especially those of their faction, they clean the battlefield after the battle and hide some gadgets. , is a common thing.

Especially for these hunting squads, there are usually only a few Astartes scattered around the periphery of the army. Basically, no monks from Mars will follow them. The collecting habit is a common problem in this case, but in This is especially evident in Ajax, who looks tall and powerful.

Then again, if it hadn't been for this war, Ajax, who seemed to be rich and powerful, should be studying on Mars by now.

"Be careful, don't let those Martian octopuses discover it. After all, this is not a souvenir or something like that."

Hector patted his comrade on the shoulder, and after receiving a somewhat casual response from the other party, he turned and left, but just before leaving, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Ajax, are you still modifying your power backpack?"

"I'm trying to attach a servo arm or mechanical tentacles to it, but it's not finished yet."

"...Okay, I don't care what you are doing in your room. In short, no matter what it is, be careful and stay in your room if you can: don't hang around those war machines of the First Legion. Yes, they have already called me twice."

"I'm just talking to the souls in those vehicles, and they like me quite a bit."

Ajax's dull voice made Hector raise his eyebrows. In the end, he did not refute his battle brother who was with him through life and death. Although his statement seemed to go against the [Imperial Truth] that the Emperor repeatedly emphasized, but the second The Legion’s attitude towards these so-called truths and regulations has always been very stable:

When you can abide by it, you must abide by it. After all, the emperor's words certainly contain great wisdom that ordinary people can't imagine.

But when there is conflict and contradiction between theory and fact...

Seeking truth from facts is not necessarily a bad thing.

Among the ancient ruins visited by the soldiers of the Second Legion, there are many things whose existence history even exceeds the forefront of civilization that humans can imagine, and most of the things that have survived in this long river of time They are all existences beyond human cognition that [Imperial Truth] absolutely denies, and every action they take is the operation of undisputed supernatural power.

At this time, only by acknowledging the existence of these demons and monsters can we fight against them or successfully escape. This is the most important first step. After they solve the immediate trouble, the soldiers of the Second Legion will naturally let the empire The truth once again returned to its unshakable high position in their hearts.

For the Second Legion, which has repeatedly explored those ancient ruins and wonderful places, this theory is very important. After all, if you stubbornly hold on to the [Imperial Truth] and turn a blind eye to the weird sights in front of you, I am afraid there will be more Many soldiers died in those underground palaces that exuded an ominous atmosphere.

Therefore, during the process of this great expedition, some legions insisted on believing in the existence of gods, while others sharply denied any supernatural power, and the second legion did not belong to any of them, or in other words, Morgan's Both sons and daughters have a little bit of it.

Gods can exist or not, depending on what is happening before their eyes.

And even if there are gods, there is no need to hate or worship them, just avoid their existence. After all, in reality, there are too many things that are more important than faith: the number of legions is in urgent need of replenishment, and the situation of the expedition There are endless new worlds, and there may be unknown dangers and treasures in each new world.

To put it simply, in the face of serious matters such as the progress and actual needs of the Great Expedition, the so-called gods and beliefs are really not worth investing in. They cannot bring any actual benefits and will only waste time in vain. and supplies.

At the very least, among the current Second Legion, this kind of thought is the mainstream thought recognized by any faction, and Hector is naturally no exception.

The rising star of the Second Legion happily felt that the last bit of sluggishness caused by rest was cleared from his mind, and his comfortable and sharp thinking was once again operating at full power.

After recognizing his great genetic mother, he could clearly feel that his body and will were growing at an alarming rate. This was not an illusion, because everyone who knew him lamented that he was here. The progress in this war was huge. Not long ago, the news of recommending him to be promoted to company commander after the end of this war has been conveyed. However, it seems that this promotion will have to wait for a while.

After all, his company is still torn apart in various corners of the galaxy, just like his legion.

But... days like this won't last long.

Hector narrowed his eyes. He recalled his dream, the dream he had just experienced during his rest. Astartes should not dream, which would disturb the quality of their rest, but he did. Dreaming: In his dream, he heard his mother's voice, very clear and soft.

He heard about his mission in this war.

Morgan's beloved chess piece touched his neck, recalling every detail and requirement of the task. Just like that, he left Ajax, who was immersed in the mechanical world, and walked into another room.

His mentor, the ancient warrior Kairon, was staying there, polishing his weapons and watching the stars of the Tuckers system rotating at a slow speed. In Astartes' eyes, The huge planet that was about to become the main battlefield revealed an earthy figure in the intertwining of the dimness of the void and the light of the stars. Those huge fortresses could even be vaguely seen in space, just like an ugly eyeball. He moved his eyes without any emotion at all.

"Fate is always fickle, isn't it, my little Hector."

The ancient warrior chuckled. While he was looking at the huge planet, he put the cleaned weapons on the table.

"A world the size of Saturn should have been an extremely rare treasure in the entire galaxy, but it remains desolate to this day."

"Although it was discovered before that this planet seemed to have been transformed and constructed underground a long, long time ago. It even stabilized the internal structure of the world and improved the gravity conditions, but it was eventually abandoned and has been abandoned to this day."

"In the glorious past, people didn't bother to care about this worthless world. They always had better and richer choices, but in those decadent times of strife, no one even bothered to care about these places, until This war was chosen here, and the name of Tuckers will shine in the stars."

"War always changes a lot of things."

When Hector sat down, his teacher's brown pupils were shining brightly. Chiron looked at him, showing the kind of heartfelt joy that a craftsman would have when looking at his proudest work.

"If it weren't for the war, my Hector, you would still be a prince."

"Yeah, maybe that's the case, Sir Kairon... What about you? You seem to have never talked to us about your past."

"Because there's nothing to say."

The ancient warrior smiled and put one hand on his forehead. His eyes seemed to be lost in some kind of memory and confusion: For most Astartes, those times as mortals were like myths. Like an isolated island in mist, it has long been blurred to the point of being elusive.

"If it hadn't been for this war... maybe I would still be a herder now, and maybe I would be assigned to other agricultural worlds to raise those Grox beasts. I heard that they are now very popular as the main source of food. "

"But these are just speculations. I have long been accustomed to endless wars and tasks, and you, my child, you are also going to be promoted. This is a good thing. Your contribution in this war is worthy of it." These."

"Some common achievements, Sir Kairon, and many of them were accomplished by our team together. They should not all be attributed to me."

Chiron shook his head.

"The fact that you have such thoughts proves that you are worthy of these merits."

And Hector just continued to blink his eyes, which he always did lately, which indicated some uneasiness in his heart.

"I...I'm actually not sure whether I can do all this well. Although there is a voice in my heart encouraging me, I still have some concerns. I mean, Lord Kailon, I even have some concerns about the history of our legion. , the composition and structure are poorly understood, and when I first came to the war in the galaxy, the legion was already divided."

Chiron listened carefully, and he soon understood what his student was worried and thinking about. The ancient warrior first looked at the situation outside the window: it seemed that there was still a short period of time before the war actually broke out.

The Dark Angel fleet was making final preparations. He could see Zhuang Sen's warriors manipulating some strange battleships. A faint blue light emitted from them, and a hole was opened in the void. It seemed that Connected to some independent spaces, some warships then sailed into them and disappeared there.

And such holes are everywhere in the Tuckers galaxy now.

"It seems there is still some time. My Hector, I cannot answer all your questions, but I can tell you about some of the organizations and factions of the Legion: it is not complicated at all."

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When the Legion was first created, under the Emperor's will, we have been actively learning from the First Legion as a template and goal. However, we have never learned all the essence of those Dark Angels, only roughly mastered them. In several ways, this also led to the birth of different factions.

Whenever a seat is created and formally recognized, it is granted a permanent seat on the Legion's council, as well as a ring of recognition, kept by one of the faction's ancient warriors.

To sum up, after the [Death of the Sun] occurred, as Marshall's last effort to unite the Legion failed, the Second Legion ushered in a split. Each faction took its own fleet and sailed to different corners of the galaxy. If we count If we take the First Fleet, which symbolizes the Second Legion [Legendary], there are a total of six fleets.

Among them, the First Fleet was the absolute core and soul of the legion. When the legion was divided, there were about 12,000 warriors in the whole legion, 60% of whom stayed in the first fleet.

As the main force of the legion, the First Fleet does not have any outstanding characteristics. In other words, this fleet represents all the basic conditions needed in the war: ordinary infantry, armored units, mobile units filling the front line, and a large amount of air fire support. Wait, the First Fleet decided that even without any means, the Legion could still serve the Empire as a normal but ordinary Astartes Legion.

Because of this, the force represented by the ordinary First Fleet is also the [chief] of the Second Legion. They may not have any eye-catching features, but their existence is the backbone of the Legion. When all means fail, these most ordinary warriors and [secret libraries] will support the burden of ending the war and achieving victory.

And the Second Fleet where Hector is located, this force that takes [Technological Exploration] and [Collection] as its greatest pleasure, is the [Second Fleet] after the First Fleet. The history of this faction is almost the same as the legion itself. Ancient, because every Emperor's Fang has an almost innate spirit of exploration, so for a long time, the [Chief] and [Second-in-Chief] were actually inseparable. Before the official split , these two factions also maintain a high degree of cooperation: the Second Fleet obtained a large number of precious weapons through various means. These doomsday starters have become the trump card of the Legion, but the vast majority of them are locked in the hands of Legion Commander Marshall. The [Secret Vault] in charge is under the strict supervision of the [Chief].

The next third fleet is a small gathering of elites whose mission is to explore the sea of ​​souls and psychic power. They adopt a posture that is slightly more radical than the White Scars, but much more cautious than the Thousand Sons. He continues to expand his knowledge of psychic powers, and it is said that the first psyker of the Second Legion was even taught by the Emperor himself at the end of the Terra Unification War. The power of psychic powers has also made him This late-appearing faction soon became the [Three Seats] in the legion, but their numbers never prospered.

Long before these psykers appeared in the Legion, some veterans who were still experiencing the Terran Unification War had experienced the benefits of lurking, espionage, and sabotaging local hubs in small team operations. They also formed a group dedicated to the darkness. Small group among them: Strictly speaking, this is the first faction in the history of the Second Legion. They occupy the [Fourth Seat], so after the Legion split, their fleet also became the Fourth Fleet of the Legion.

It is said that the Legion's [Fourth Seat] and [Fifth Seat] have always maintained cooperation, and the fourth and fifth fleets have also traveled together. However, after a brief separate operation, the fifth fleet suddenly disappeared in a Behind the extremely remote galaxy, the chaotic subspace fluctuations there made the search a delusion. Therefore, the [Lost Fifth Fleet] became a mystery alongside the [Unforgiven Fleet].

The last faction, the Sixth Fleet, has not even officially received a seat. This fleet is relatively close to the Ultramarines. They appreciate the feeling of establishing an orderly order among mortals. I personally think , that is a group of freaks, many people in the legion also think so.

that's all.

First Fleet: The overwhelming majority of [Mediocre].

Second Fleet: Exploration brings technology and relics.

Third Fleet: Psionics.

Fourth Fleet: Cause in the Shadows.

Fifth Fleet: Lost.

There is also the Sixth Fleet that is not fully recognized and is keen on interacting with mortals.

This is the main strength of the Legion.

In addition, there are actually some small factions in the Legion. Some of them are actually very interesting, but they are still too small to become mainstream.

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"So, Sir Kairon, what is the ring of our Second Fleet?"

"The Ring of Mithril, forged from a variety of precious metals."

"Mithril?"

"The nearly perfect metal that only appears in many ancient stories and legends also symbolizes the ancient era that those of us who are passionate about archeology dream about... What happened?"

"nothing."

Hector shook his head.

"I was just thinking... maybe our Primarch would look pretty in it."

"Beautiful is a word rarely used to describe a Primarch."

"Who knows, maybe, we will have a genetic mother?"

Hector's soft words succeeded in making the ancient warrior laugh. He laughed for a long time, but suddenly showed a serious expression.

"If it's a genetic mother, a real [mother]."

"In a way, that would be a good thing for the Legion."

Well, let's start laying the groundwork for the Legion to prepare for Morgan's return after this battle.

I'm thinking about what style and culture to design the second group into, and I'm also thinking about the logo and name. If you have any suggestions, can you mention it.

One more thing... How could Morgan give the Primarch the wine she stepped on? I asked her to explain that it was made from grapes that were not yet fully ripe and would naturally be sour.

Anyway, these few glasses of wine for the original body must be normal.

As for Ahriman's cup...

You won’t die from drinking anyway, right?