Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

No one can count how many battleships belonging to the Space Wolves tore through the last curtain left by the Dark Angels, rushed to the fiercest front line on the battlefield, and rushed into the almost defenseless Randan fleet.

Even the Space Wolves themselves don't know the exact number, and they don't care. The Sons of Leman Russ now only want to kill.

Massive killing.

The Geller position surrounding the Harafonkel was constantly flashing due to severe overload operation. Surrounding it were the inseparable Steel Wolves, forming a fleet of more than thirty battleships. The sharp spearhead plunged into the chaotic array of the alien empire at the first moment after breaking through the gravity and obstruction.

Looking at the entire Tuckers galaxy, there are now countless iron-gray spearheads like this. They come from all directions, rushing out of the pocket space that has trapped them for a long time, full of anger and desire for war, and set off a wave of war in the first moment. An irresistible craze.

Charge, bite, tear, kill.

Just as every Fenrisian has longed for since childhood: to devote themselves to the most massive war, to fall in the greatest killing, and to rise to the most glorious achievement.

"Look at these..."

When Leman Russ ordered his Queen of Glory to advance at the fastest speed, he said nothing and slumped on his throne, allowing his most trusted heirs to direct the entire fleet's furious advance: There are no tactics or instructions, charging and killing are everything, and the Fenrisians never need anyone to guide them in doing these things.

The Wolf King is searching, relying on his most instinctive beast habits, searching in this galaxy full of blood and death. Through the auspicious instrument and his superb vision, Leman Russ can easily see the surroundings around him. everything.

He saw the wreckage of perhaps thousands of warships scattered in the center of this vast galaxy. He saw those broken, huge metal ruins that marked the human empire and Ran Dan's hegemony. He saw that the whole world was undergoing a kind of transformation. Falling under the threat of danger, the unsettling darkness is like the legendary death-eater devouring the ruins of iron and blood.

Tucker's star is still looking down at every life mercilessly, giving light, heat and dark crimson to every child who gets too close, making countless war engines seem to be fighting bloody battles in the mottled deep forest. They are all covered with a layer of twisted colors, and just looking at them evokes an infinite desire to hunt.

"All father..."

Leman Russ sighed softly, grinning, his sharp teeth stained with a touch of dirty white in the dazzling light reflected by many steel battleships.

"Jonson, this bastard, this stingy Caliban kid, what kind of wars and killings has he secretly enjoyed behind my back? In the name of Mokai, if he can't let me kill him well, then I will follow He’s not done…”

In the whispers of its master, the [Harafon Kell] moved forward indomitably. Surrounded by it were ten battleships that kept pace. The best void force of the Space Wolves Legion was assembled at this moment, and it broke through unstoppably. Layer after layer of temporarily formed void defense lines of the alien empire launched the first and only round of charge towards their only target.

It wasn't long before Leman Russ could see from his command room the world he had to conquer: it stood out so clearly, and it wasn't too far from where he was lying in ambush.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help but once again confirm a conjecture in his mind: a conjecture about the initiator of all this.

A...sister?

interesting.

There was no need for more evidence. He confirmed this when he witnessed what he saw with his own eyes: a galaxy that was almost lost in subspace, and an artificial world that was forcibly dragged into the real universe.

He didn't think that nerd Magnus could do all this: well, maybe he could, at a great cost or with a lot of preparation, but then again, if even his brother Ma Gnus had to work so hard to do all this, so could another character who could do all this really be a mere [mortal] next to his brother Jonson?

What happened on Duran was like the flash of thunder across the summer night, making Leman Russ smile even more joyfully.

His brother Jonson...

It’s really a little secret all over.

All the thoughts in the original body's mind were only a moment in reality. Before the next moment came, Leman Russ had already stood up from his throne and slowly walked between his heirs and warriors.

[Engine of Destiny] has appeared in front of them. Judging from the forward speed of the void battleship, it is almost a stone's throw away.

At the first sight of it, Leman Russ understood why the most stubborn aliens would name this thing like this.

No one knows whether this battle moon is an artificial product, but according to Leman Russ's estimation, it seems to be larger than the satellite [Luna] of Holy Terra, and its entire body is contrasted with a Occupied by glossy black, it seemed to be some kind of protective carapace. Through the augur on the battleship, Leman Russ could carefully observe the details of this world: continuous fortresses and defense lines like mountains, and towering air defense towers. There were as many artillery positions as gravel under the waves, and he could even see the alien soldiers occupying every inch of the surface. Their equipment looked even better than that of the children of Leman Russ, but in general According to local estimates, there are hundreds of millions.

In this world's [North Pole], their ultimate goal is established: the towering spikes and cables break through the sky, and the dazzling scarlet color can be clearly felt even from half a galaxy away. When the wolves of Fenris inadvertently look at this so-called [Engine of Destiny], everyone will feel a kind of disgust and violence from the bottom of their bones, eager to destroy this blasphemous thing.

Even Leman Russ is no exception.

"Look at these void shields, we can't take them down even if it takes a hundred years."

Someone was roaring in a low voice next to the Wolf King, and that was his most trusted subordinate: Yolin from Fenris, also the wolf master of the Thirteenth Great Company, the only one who could be bold and contradictory in front of Leman Russ. figure.

"Yeah, so we have to land on the other side of the world, tear all the obstacles into pieces, chop off thousands of alien heads, and then we can smash this son of a bitch, and listen again How do those randan cubs cry and howl without eggs?"

Leman Russ responded to his men with sharp laughter, causing bursts of roaring laughter that could lift the roof: At this moment, many Wolf warriors gathered here, and they crowded the bridge and corridors. , his rough breathing formed a large amount of mist, waiting for the jump order that would be given at any time.

Everyone knew that wouldn't be long.

Leman Russ gave the order, and under his will, the auspicious device was temporarily removed from the world in front of him and moved to other corners of the galaxy. The Wolf King of Fenris spent a few moments caring about it. own legion, and briefly browse the situation of other detachments.

Just like the real pack of wild wolves on ancient Terra, hunters loyal to Leman Russ swarmed out from all directions in the galaxy and successfully penetrated the sides and numerous weak points of Randan's fleet: even Leman Russ also had to admit that this was thanks to Jonson. Even in the most difficult times of the battle, the Primarch of the Dark Angels had been worrying about the use of the Space Wolves as a backup. Throughout the battle, the First Legion The fleet is always under the command of Zhuang Sen, deliberately pulling Ran Dan's attention, thus ensuring that the Space Wolves can rush to the back of the alien at the first time, and wave themselves to their heart's content before all opponents can react. fangs and claws.

Countless torpedoes and flashes of teleportation have spread over most of the battlefield. Iron-gray battleships continue to transport their most deadly weapons: thousands of Astartes warriors and hundreds of Randan's largest steel battleships. After being attacked, more small warships burned, rolled, and shattered in this unprepared attack.

The human empire's counterattack was like a wild wolf's sharp claws grabbing an elk's neck. Blood spilled out at the first moment, and chaotic announcements were rampant on the public communication platform: the ship was successfully seized, outnumbered, and changes occurred. , dying struggle, massacre...

Good news, roaring, asking for help, calling, cursing, roaring, charging, last words...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of battles ended in the stars and chaos, and more fighting took place in every corner of the battleship. Many wild wolves fell, and more fell with them. Alien warrior.

As for the Dark Angels, no one knows their situation. Indeed, many First Legion battleships followed the Space Wolves and rushed into the chaotic alien fleet, but there was always only dead silence in their communication channels, only constant jumps. The strange warships and sunken Randan war engines tell the story of these mysterious people's contribution to the war.

The Wolf King did not stay on these matters for too long. Although reports of losses and victories came one after another, and although they suffered heavy casualties, Leman Russ did not listen at all. He was staring intently at his target, staring at the man who was far away. His battleships are getting closer and closer to their prey.

The distance was shortened and the defense line was broken. Although those alien warships were trying to stop the Wolf King at all costs, the chaotic situation did not allow them to exert stronger power, especially when more and more warships Ran Dan's array was torn apart from all angles, and when the clouds gathered around the Harafon Kyle, the alien's obstruction had become a painless and desperate struggle.

It didn't take long for Leman Russ to look at the battle situation in front of him with satisfaction: the last Randan battleship between him and the [Engine of Destiny] had also collapsed, and the dense void fortresses in the man-made world had collapsed. The defensive array could not hold its head up under the fierce firepower of hundreds of warships. The gap had been torn open, and the alien reinforcements had not yet arrived.

It's now.

"The die has been cast..."

The Wolf King hummed like a gibbering, and then his shouts resounded throughout every inch of Queen Glory.

"Full power! Stay alert! Charge the cannon! Sail as fast as you can! Turn the shields to maximum power!"

"My warriors! My hunting pack! My heirs!"

"Today!"

"Keep moving forward!"

"Kill them all!"

"For all father!"

He took a deep breath.

"Get ready to join the gang!"

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The shouts of the wolves were overwhelming, and the oaths of dedicating everything to their genetic father and great all-father were played one after another in a certain corridor. All the soldiers were rushing to the airdrop cabin impatiently, waiting anxiously for a round. Another round of delivery.

Only Leman Russ had not taken action immediately. The Primarch of the Sixth Legion stood in front of his throne, waiting for the two necessary things before he went to the battlefield.

He didn't have to wait long.

The personal guard of the Primarch: Blackblood pushed left and right among the surging wolves, fought his way to his genetic father, and respectfully offered what Leman Russ loved and hated.

Spear of Dionysus.

"I hate this thing..."

Looking at the infinitely powerful magic weapon in front of him, the Wolf King of Fenris muttered softly, if possible, he really didn't want to use this thing.

In fact, he had truly hoped to lose it many times, but at this most critical and important moment, Leman Russ knew that he had no room for willfulness and he had to hold it.

This is the biggest difference between him and some nerds.

Somewhat unaccustomed to shaking this magic weapon that could destroy heaven and earth, the Wolf King turned his neck slightly and began to wait for his second reinforcement: his brother Zhuang Sen had promised it before the war started. Get by.

He also didn't wait long. Almost at the next moment, an unbridled spiritual energy wave began to surge in front of Leman Russ's throne, causing the Wolf King and his bodyguards to frown involuntarily: strange. What's strange is that the mortals and wolf slaves who still control the various command platforms didn't react at all.

Morgan soon showed up.

The Wolf King of Fenris glanced at her, and then Leman Russ pursed his lips and raised his brows. His eyes were squeezed forward and his cheeks and corners of his mouth had obvious mounds. Hey, that huge nose sniffed, like a wild wolf identifying the smell of blood in the wind.

On the other side, the performance of the original guard was more direct: Black Blood's expression was as if he saw Leman Russ and Jonson dancing shoulder to shoulder while dancing the little swan dance.

There is no other reason, because it comes from the waves of psychic energy.

It was one that was perhaps three meters tall and could easily overlook the Astartes warriors...

Primarch.

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"ah……"

"What should I say?"

"Welcome home?"

Leman Russ grinned, but he was not surprised at all. He exposed his two fangs and looked at his blood relative with interest.

I don’t know why, but after truly confirming the identity of the person in front of him, the Wolf King of Fenris thought of another thing.

According to this, the person who defeated Yolin and Blackblood on Duran was a Primarch of the same level as him?

……Hey!

If you think so, then his cubs are not bad at all.

Leman Russ's mood improved, and even the cold Spear of Dionysus in his hand could not stop this.

He took a few steps forward, and before his heir could react, he lowered his head and looked at this blood relative who was still slightly shorter than him.

"It seems like I should have figured it all out on Duran."

[It’s not too late, isn’t it? 】

Morgan raised her head slightly, glanced at the wolf guard who was still in a daze, and showed a cold smile to her brother.

Leman Russ touched his chin, unable to suppress the doubts in his heart.

"Before setting off, I have something to ask."

"Why did you choose to reveal your true identity at this time?"

He was answered with a stubby laugh and an answer that was taken for granted and left no room for refutation.

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[If you don’t use your full strength. 】

【How can we catch the runaway wolf? 】

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When the two Primarchs arrived at the location where the airdrop pod was placed, only the one belonging to Leman Russ was still alone in his position, enjoying the maintenance and care of the mechanical monks.

"Together?"

Facing Leman Russ's invitation, the Spider Queen just patted her brother on the shoulder, then shook her head and refused.

[I need to wait for my guards. 】

"You have a guard?"

【It will be available soon. 】

The Wolf King curled his lips, but did not continue to ask. He swaggered towards his airdrop cabin, not forgetting to wave goodbye to his blood relatives.

"Remember to hurry up."

"I won't wait for you."

After he left, Morgan slowly turned around, snapped her fingers, and a blue magic circle appeared in front of her.

The Primarch of the Second Legion just laughed.

Morgan stood in a patch of mottled light and shadow. This was originally a rough and barbaric corridor on the Harafon Kyle, covered with primitive ice and snow decorations. However, after the influx of countless void images, the artillery fire of war , the star's rays and countless ashes and bloody colors poured in, as if colorful raindrops fell into the calm snow-capped mountain pond, causing waves of agitation.

Morgan stood like this among such colors. The darkest, roughest, and most complex colors in the world stayed in her pupils, but not a trace was left behind.

She seemed to be accepting everything.

She didn't seem to care about anything.

When the soldiers of the Second Legion emerged from the magic circle.

That's what they thought at first glance.

"……Mother."

Hector stood in front of everyone without any hesitation. He even knelt down on one knee before he really stood still.

He was not wearing a helmet, which allowed Morgan to easily see that his face seemed to have some dark-purple marks that did not appear to be left in battle.

Ajax and Salieri hesitated for a moment, but when their eyes swept across Morgan's face, there was no hesitation or hesitation at all. They knelt on the ground and called their mother.

Immediately afterwards, there was Eris. His eyes lingered on Morgan's face for a moment before he left in a hurry.

When the Spider Queen's vision moved away from the four heirs, she found that her shadow champion had taken a step forward and stood side by side with Hector. Without saying a word, he knelt on the ground, using all his weapons without any weapons. The reservation lay across his chest, and then exposed the fragile connection between the helmet and the armor.

The last one was Kairon, the ancient warrior of the legion. His eyes stayed on Morgan's face for a long time, as if he was confirming something.

After a long time, the only veteran of Terra took a deep breath and did not kneel down, but just bent over deeply.

"Hats off to you."

"Lord of the Legion."