Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In today's Dark Angel Legion, as long as it is Morgan's request, there will be no rejection or delay.

Even though some Dark Angels are arrogant in their bones and don't want an outsider to be so powerful in the legion, they don't have the guts to fight against the wrath of the King of Knights from Caliban, let alone the strength to provoke the spiders. Queen's edge.

Especially when they almost discovered in despair that this silver-haired lady seemed equally dangerous and invincible without the use of psychic powers.

Even Astlan, that powerful swordsman who ranks among the top twenty Astartes warriors in the entire Empire, who has served since Terra, has no one in his eyes except the Emperor. The arrogant veteran, when his sword pointed at Jonson's trusted advisor in anger, within the next few breaths, he lost the courage to continue fighting.

Astlan did not mention his conflict with Morgan to anyone. He seemed to be desperate to forget it, to forget the second when he was closest to death and eternal torture.

So, when Morgan opened her eyes, when her sight exuding the aftermath of the battle inadvertently glanced at Astlan's armor, she could see that this arrogant Dark Angel was hiding in a way that no one could detect. The moment he arrived, the slight tremor brought about the sound of friction between armors.

"The Primarch wants to see you, Ms. Morgan, and he has ordered us to bring you to him as soon as you recover."

【I know. 】

Morgan waved her hand casually. She did not stand up immediately, but held her forehead and rested for a while. No dark angel dared to disturb her. The usual arrogant style of Johnson's sons was like this in front of this truly arrogant queen. It melted like ice and snow.

But Morgan didn't let these poor people suffer for too long. She really needed to tell Jonson everything she saw so that the Dark Angels could be prepared. She knew that Caliban's King of Knights was waiting anxiously. After all, before this, Ran Dan's large fleet had been shrouded in an extremely strange subspace fog, and even Morgan found it difficult to see more details remotely.

Perhaps for other legions, the information that is only a few Terran Standard Time away from the outbreak of war is too useless, but for the Dark Angels, it is definitely not the case.

Morgan quickly walked out of the room. The things she had just encountered in the Sea of ​​Souls still echoed in her mind, making her feel a slight sting.

Whether it was the brief confrontation with Ran Dan [Emperor] or witnessing the impact of the scarlet light essence, it more or less shook the tranquility and balance in Morgan's mind that he had been painstakingly maintaining. The soul swallowed by her once again raised a creepy snow dance, and the soul fragments that were randomly discarded and destroyed were also trembling under the shadow of the three terrifying wills, and even kept coming from her dusty memory. More fragments fell out of the emotional earthquake.

In the process of heading from her meditation room to Jonson's command room, Morgan quickly calmed down all the chaos and turmoil in her mind in the corridor. She had decided that in the next war, except for those important enough In addition to her soul, she will consume all the siltation.

Before that, she had placed about 300 beacons on the main battlefield called Tuckers 5, allowing her to move quickly between these locations: but judging from the current situation, this Numbers are no guarantee.

Install some more.

Other backup means must also be further supplemented and strengthened.

Safety.

Safety first.

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After thinking about this and sorting out and reorganizing the scattered souls and memory fragments in his mind, Morgan suddenly discovered something interesting.

A... fragment that doesn't belong to her.

Specifically, this seems to be a fragment related to Horus, a part of Horus' deep memory. Morgan remembers that he had subconsciously explored him during a conversation with Horus, although it was just Some of the almost routine glances now seem to be fruitful.

Moments before opening the door to Johnson's conference room, Morgan casually glanced at the contents of the fragment. With the Primarch's thinking speed that surpassed the physical universe, she read the contents of the fragment in an instant.

Oh, it's about Horus.

Horus, Perturabo.

With the Eleventh Primarch.

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When Perturabo had just returned to the Human Empire, this genius who was too eye-catching even among the Primarchs had attracted countless attention.

Although those who paid attention to him were quickly frightened away by the shocking torture of eleven killings, there were still some bold and careful people who chose to approach the seemingly moody Lord of Olympia.

Horus is one of them.

Everyone condemned the Lord of Steel's brutal methods, but only Horus saw Perturabo's overly sensitive heart beneath Perturabo's violent appearance.

For the Wolf Shepherd God, nothing can bring him closer to his brothers than fighting side by side.

As a result, a joint campaign was proposed by Horus, and the Iron Warriors who were terrified at the center of the Primarch's atrocities were gathered. Their target was the western frontier of the galaxy, where the Eleventh Primarch was eradicating a kind of enslavement. It has created more than a dozen alien empires in the human world.

The Luna Wolves and Iron Warriors formed a coalition of about ten thousand people, and when this force arrived as support, the Eleventh Legion was spreading out, eroding the aliens' last line of defense bit by bit.

When the two Primarchs found their brother in the skies above a former human colony, the purest Primarch tested the strength of his offspring: he ordered a company to liberate the world, while he himself remained behind. On the battleship, relying on feedback from the ground and his calculations, he measured the value and significance of this company.

The Emperor's Eleventh Primarch, or Mengele, was a thinner figure than his brothers, which seems to be related to malnutrition as a child, and he did not always wear battle armor. , more often than not, he likes to wear a simple white coat, and his ten fingers are protected by the precision instruments he made himself. The sophistication of these instruments even made Ferus sincerely admire them. They can significantly Improve Menger's operational abilities.

Mengele welcomed his two brothers on the bridge of his Queen of Glory. He had short golden hair and was handsome among the originals. Although he was never known for his strength or tenacity, he was also very handsome. Few were willing to face the Primarch's superb swordsmanship: Mengele's sword was like a rushing water, and it would not miss any opponent's mistakes.

Horus hugged his brother, and the Wolf Shepherd felt uneasy because of some of the things he saw: whether it was this too silent warship, or those hordes that were neither sad nor happy, and looked no different from machines. Stat, even the light reflected through the portholes, the cyclone torpedo looming in the shadow of the Eleventh Legion's fleet.

Wait, was that torpedo pointing at the world his children were fighting for?

Horus raised a brow, but kept a smile on his face.

The Wolf God tried hard to convince himself: at least, he could feel the sincere welcome and joy from Mengele, and the leader of the Eleventh Legion also welcomed Perturabo with the same enthusiasm, and even let him The Lord of Olympia was a little at a loss.

Obviously, his brother still has deep feelings for his blood relatives.

And when Horus saw how carefully the rewards given to Mengele by the Emperor were protected, he was convinced that his brother was still the same as before.

The entire empire knew that Mengele was fiercely loyal to the emperor. He served his genetic father as if he were the most perfect creature in the world. Only Luojia's fanaticism could slightly compete with him.

"Menger, my brother."

Horus blinked and looked at the world beneath his feet. Too much confusion arose in his heart.

"I hope we're not too late, what are you doing now?"

"An experiment, Horus, an experiment to consider my offspring."

Mengele smiled. He picked up an electronic board and handed it to Horus. Perturabo also came up. While the Wolf God was still thinking about the countless numbers on it, the Olympian had already asked questions. .

"Are you calculating this fight?"

"Correct answer, my wise brother Perturabo."

Mengele clapped his hands to express his attitude.

"Through the record and summary of the past achievements of this force; the inventory and estimation of the garrison strength in this world; coupled with all the experiences and lessons learned since the beginning of this war, as well as what I have collected so far, For all emergencies that occur, I can accurately calculate how long it will take for this company to eliminate all opponents and regain the world. The specific time can be accurate to the minute."

This somewhat arrogant statement made the Shepherd God's eyes flash with suspicion, and he looked at Perturabo, seeking confirmation.

"Theoretically, it is indeed feasible."

The Lord of Steel nodded and acknowledged his brother's statement, but soon, Perturabo's brows furrowed because of two too dazzling bright lights on the electronic board.

"Brothers Mengele, what do these two [failures] mean?"

"literal meaning."

"As I said, they have failed twice. Twice, they failed to complete the tasks I assigned for the same ridiculous reason, even though they could have done it according to my plan."

There was something cold in Mengele's words that made Horus' neck shiver.

"Then... how long do they need now?"

"There are ten minutes left. This is the last chance I give them. It is more than enough. Although they are completely lightly armed, there are only some low-level opponents in this world. Even recruits can be competent, not to mention they have two hundred people. .”

"I experimented."

The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion smiled and gave this answer.

Then.

Fifteen minutes passed.

The eyes of Horus and Perturabo were a little wandering, because anyone could see that Mengele's face was covered with ice.

"what happened?"

Finally, the primarch connected with his offspring.

"I have warned you, if you dare to delay the battle plan because of these meaningless things again, I will not forgive you anymore."

The voice on the other side seemed hoarse and noisy, and after a while, intermittent sounds came back.

"Sorry, father, we..."

"enough!"

"You're five minutes delayed."

"This is not something that can be tolerated."

"But that's at least five thousand children..."

"I said!"

"Everything! Take my plan! As the first goal!"

"You have failed twice! This is your last chance!"

"...Father, at least please put these civilians..."

"boom."

The soldiers of the Eleventh Legion on the ground seemed to be thinking of saying something, but Mengele had hung up the communication. There was no anger on his face, only endless coldness and indifference.

"emission."

he said.

"……What?"

"...launch what?"

Horus instinctively wanted to ask, but his question was quickly answered.

The torpedo, that cyclone torpedo.

After Mengele's order was issued, this ruthless destroyer was released almost in the blink of an eye, smashing towards the world with countless people and a company of Astartes warriors. passed.

Horus even forgot to scream, because he was completely stunned, and even Perturabo on the side was the same. The two primarchs just watched the world that was already within easy reach of the human empire being destroyed. Completely reduced to desolation.

In the cold and merciless explosion light of the cyclone torpedo, even more merciless than it was the face and words of the Eleventh Primarch.

"I gave them a chance."

"Counting this time, three times."

"Three times in total, they delayed their combat plans because of so-called rescues. They ignored my warnings and orders. They would not abide by these optimal plans. They did not do what a higher-level existence should do. Everything."

"They are losers."

"It's a mistake of natural selection, a waste of resources, opportunities and the future."

"Incompetence is inexcusable."

"For the Empire, there is no difference between the incompetent and the most criminal enemy."

"For the incompetent and the losers, the only way to treat them is to destroy them, because they are no longer able to contribute, and they are no longer worthy of executing any of the great Emperor's plans."

"This is their fate."

"No matter who it is, no matter what they have done, this is the end of incompetence."

"no matter who."

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"Even if it's me."