Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

collision.

Fight.

Exchanging injury for injury.

Life for life.

In front of such an opponent, there wasn't much Hecht could do.

Morgan's heir breathed heavily, swung his blade feverishly, and relied on his innate great strength to collide with the alien soldiers again and again. Countless slashes and confrontations constantly created new sparks, allowing this The dark, deep room occasionally became as bright as day.

With the only sight left, Hector observed the opponent in front of him, observing those rough arms and brave bodies. Compared with the first alien forbidden army he encountered, the nightmare that almost plunged his team into despair, The one in front of him is not that powerful, and its armor lacks exaggerated carvings. Its pace and strength, will and swings are far from unstoppable, if it exists in Hector's memory. What he saw was a colorful tiger roaring in the forest, so what he saw in front of him was an overly ferocious leopard.

But despite this, it is still terrible, as the forbidden army of Ran Dan, it is terrible.

[Ran Dan Forbidden Army], the human empire calls this kind of monster, this is not because of any connection between these alien creations and the golden guards of the Lord of Humanity, but simply to summarize their powerful strength. Their fear makes them even higher than ordinary Astartes warriors, so many people are willing to use the powerful synonym of "Customs" to call them.

When humans encounter emerging things that they have never understood before, they always like to use words they already understand to describe the whole or part of the new thing, thereby transforming the scary unknown into a controllable known.

But for Hector now, all this is meaningless. He forces himself to forget all the debris in the hurricane, forget those Randan soldiers who dare not get closer, all his attention, all his spirit, everything is worth it. Pride, quality and strength, were kneaded together by him with the most coercive means, and he devoted himself to the battle in front of him.

Under the influence of the gift granted by the Mother of Genes and flowing in his blood, Hector maintained his rationality in the most violent, ruthless, and deadly hurricane. His muscles were damaged by tension and high-speed movement. Trembling, his dark green blade made the craziest impact again and again, emitting a sharp and heart-wrenching hiss, but none of this disturbed him, nor did it make him fall deeper into irritability and eagerness. He rolled his eyes, activated his thoughts, and made his body and his will become brothers who had nothing to do with each other but had an incomparable tacit understanding. They joined hands in this battle.

The more dangerous his life is, the more powerful his enemies are, and the worse his situation is, the more rational and calm he is able to maintain, and the more he is able to capture every opportunity in his field of vision and deduce every move of his opponent. .

In the cold wind caused by the collision of the blades, he seemed to be in the most comfortable secret room, able to think about things that he had never been able to calm down.

This is not his personal exclusive, but the power carried in the gene seeds of the Second Legion, but this is particularly obvious in Hector's body.

He was silently angry, he respected with contempt, he acted with perfect recklessness, his sword edge tore through the air, leaving behind one after another flawless void sword marks: if it were normal, he would almost It is impossible to do all this.

But now, he is extremely calm.

Calmness gave him strength.

Hector didn't know how long he had been fighting. In this purgatory where there was almost no light, he used his strength unscrupulously. He didn't dare to imagine how distorted his face would be because of the current barbarity. He fell into such violent satisfaction and desire due to his strength and skills: In the increasingly impatient pupils of Ran Dan's imperial army, he could vaguely see a twisted and crazy figure.

calm.

He said this to himself.

keep Calm.

He waved his sword, and once again, he could feel some kind of false voice echoing in his ears, and he could feel some kind of noble will overlooking his battle, just imagining who that will would belong to, It made him exude strength that would never dry up.

He was wounded, a lot of wounds, and he could feel countless wounds appearing with the delay of the battle, but whenever the alien in front of him made him bleed, he also made these blasphemous things bleed.

They were all bleeding.

But there is one difference.

Hector saw a trace of impatience building up in Ran Dan's alien pupils. It was the most destructive emotion, whether it was for his opponent or himself.

But he didn't.

He fought.

he growled.

He longed for it.

He saw impatience.

He saw doubt.

He saw madness.

He saw fear and fear.

But this time, it wasn't his.

——————

No one knows how long the battle lasted, maybe half an hour, maybe only five minutes.

Ran Dan's military strength was exhausted after the last madness. Perhaps in this dark corridor and hall, the aliens invested more than five hundred or even a thousand people, but the specific number is no longer important: victory is Of the Empire, of the Second Legion, of the scarred Hector Squad.

Salieri's hand was broken again, for an unknown number of times, and beside him, Ajax and Eris were also covered in scars, and their weapons were on the verge of being scrapped. Maybe in the next firing, it will completely fall apart due to the increasingly obvious shaking and force.

In comparison, Chiron and Ezio were in obviously better condition: the latter was able to gather his attention and found the opponent who was still fighting fiercely with his opponent in the first moment after the battle. Hector, and the shadow champion moved faster. The moment the ancient warrior of the legion pointed out the direction, the fastest shadow had already rushed forward.

At this time, Hector's body was covered with scars, and his opponent was not much better. The two terrifying warriors were like two bloodthirsty beasts, constantly investing all their strength, Eager to knock down his opponent completely with the next blow.

No one can be sure whether this was a calm duel or the craziest fight: spit, acid, sweat, tears, curses, gasps and countless blood echoed in this dark corner until The vicious words poured out by the two languages ​​​​accompanied the confrontation again and again, reaching a point of exhaustion.

At this moment, the Shadow Champion came here, and his appearance overturned all the chips of balance: this swift shadow subconsciously distracted the terrifying alien.

And Hecht didn't miss the opportunity.

He gritted his teeth and roared, and the dark green sword in his hand seemed to sense something. It also emitted a light that was enough to make anyone feel uneasy, a light that symbolized annihilation and death.

There was only a moment of opportunity, and Hector seized it. The sword in his hand turned into thunder in the sky, piercing the alien's armor in the blink of an eye, and stabbed his sharp blade fiercely. above the chest.

Shock, anger and violence were Ran Dan's imperial army's response to all this. Dozens of blows were poured on Hector's body in an instant, but calmness defeated the sense of pain, and Hector remained quiet. Witnessing the alien sword light heading towards his neck, he did not dodge, but completed his mission.

With a bend of the shoulder and elbow, a lift of the wrist, the sword that had pierced the heart and chest followed the direction of the breathing duct and head, completing the hunt in an instant, neatly cutting the monster's chest, neck and head into two pieces. Half, even the strongest armor couldn't save it all.

The Custodian fell, before his bruised opponent.

Its sword swung in an instinctive manner towards Hector, who had no time to dodge, and at the critical moment, a jet-black sharp blade hit the inertial killer, causing it to deviate from its trajectory. The most ferocious twisted curve was drawn on Hector's armor, and he fell crookedly to the ground.

The Shadow Champion has arrived.

Ezio withdrew his blade. He glanced at the huge corpse on the ground, and then at Hector, who couldn't be more miserable. A low whisper came from the mouth of the shadow champion.

"You're crazier than I thought."

"It's almost like..."

"Those Fifth Fleet guys."

Hector smiled, the only expression he could make now.

——————

The team moved on.

They passed through piles of alien corpses and passed through gates that had been forcibly opened long ago. Hector and Ezio were at the front, while Chiron was behind.

Soon, they could vaguely see the giant engine, and the Astartes' superhuman senses allowed them to confirm that Ran Dan's electronic virus had not completely contaminated the place.

There is still time.

His steps couldn't help but become hasty.

But at this moment, Ezio suddenly stopped. He grabbed the battle brother beside him, and his eyes continued to shuttle back and forth in the shadows in front of him.

He glanced at Hector, who immediately took out his gun and fired several shots at one of the shadows.

No whimpering.

No snarling.

No moaning.

Only the metal dagger easily cut through the sound of bullets.

There was a creepy sound coming from behind them. It was the sound of the door being closed by some means. It was the sound of iron boots stepping on the ground.

There are them on all sides.

Hector blinked, trying to stay calm.

Until he saw the truth.

In the four directions of the team, in every shadow surrounding them, four tall figures stepped out one after another.

Their gazes are more arrogant, their armors are more ornate, and their bodies are larger and more burly.

In addition, they and the alien Imperial Guard who just fell at Hector's feet.

Exactly the same.

——————

Hector breathed.

Breathe deeply.

The shadow of death hung over his head.

There was also a vague laughter that made him feel familiar.

It was like some kind of blue flame, entrenched in his chest with interest.