Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Under the bloody night.

The wolves are on the loose.

The sons of Leman Russ who came from the ice hell Fenris, their style of fighting and fighting were very different from the Lion King's soldiers who came out of the deep forest of Caliban.

Morgan once witnessed the various heavenly armies, wings and orders of the First Legion coming out in full force. The continuous war with Ran Dan always requires even the most powerful legion to go all out, and at that time, She is the most authoritative member of the Dark Angels. She is the terrifying power that the First Legion can look forward to in countless despair and difficulties. She is a figure who ranks above Coswayne and Astlan. From a stable perspective, I witnessed how tens of thousands of Astartes fought, fought and died.

What's more, when the King of Knights of Caliban could not suppress his indirect desire for fighting and hunting, the orders received by the high-ranking knights of the Dark Angel were Morgan's cold voice and ruthless words. Planning, many times, if it weren't for the difference in voices, just looking at the content, it would be difficult for even Coswayen to tell the difference between the two originals.

Over time, even the most stubborn Terran veterans have become accustomed to fulfilling the orders of another powerful figure. These Terrans express trivial dissatisfaction in their mouths, but the pace of executing tasks is not There was the slightest pause.

In this way, even after ten years of fighting in the blood and fire of Ran Dan, Morgan still has not touched the core secret of the First Legion: but in addition, she knows and is in contact with everything about the Dark Angels: including the First Legion. Most of the detailed organization and secret orders of the legion, some obscure war history that Terra's veterans are not familiar with, and even some of the things and secrets that Jonson was entrusted by the Lord of Humanity.

In a sense, Morgan has become accustomed to and even enjoys this state: she indifferently witnesses the Dark Angels bleeding and sacrificing in one battle after another that will never be revealed, and then lightly picking off the blood of the Lion Prince's heir. She swallowed the secrets and results of the war, letting the loyalty and blood that had not yet dried up fill and overflow between her lips and teeth, flowing silently on her jaw and neck, watching her feast in the smoke of war.

And now, among the legions and battle lines of Leman Russ, the Spider Queen is also in the same position: her strength, will and greed have turned into a dragon sweeping through the smoke, allowing even the most powerful and lonely warriors to survive. She had to respect her strength and choice, even though her boots weren't even stained with a speck of dust.

Looking around, from one end of Morgan's field of vision to the other, they have been completely occupied by endless Iron Gray Wolf soldiers. Perhaps five thousand or more Sons of Leman Russ have devoted themselves to this batch of offensives. Among them, the 3rd Dalian Company and the 13th Dalian Company are undoubtedly the main force. Yolin, who once caused great trouble on Duran Star, is the fastest. His roar and roar have disappeared at the end of Morgan's field of vision.

"He is always like this, fighting with an attitude of giving up his life, but this kind of courage will make his life safe: in battle, the weaklings who are full of life-saving thoughts are the ones who die the fastest. "

"The battlefield belongs only to warriors, not to others. Those who call themselves warriors, but are scholars, monks, and cruel officials at heart, are not suitable for the battlefield at all, no matter how powerful they are."

Leman Russ's words echoed in Morgan's ears. The Wolf King of Fenris breathed heavily, letting the heat waves turn into howling mist in the cold air. He was not a pure bystander of the war: in On the edges of his sword blade and boots, the alien blood had solidified into a thick paste, exuding a foul smell along with more flowing blood.

Everything shows that the Wolf King of Fenris has been fighting hard: the number of aliens who died in his hands may be slightly less than that of Morgan. In the roar of the Wolf King, the Sixth Legion has broken through dozens of alien fronts.

Morgan did not reply. She was just breathing quietly, eating as much as possible in a latitude that no one could see, harvesting the fresh alien souls into her hands, and gnawing greedily.

No one knows that she is actually in a relatively weak state now. The soul she has accumulated has been exhausted in the previous battle. Now the Spider Queen can only exert her original power.

Her last consumption was transformed into the scene in front of her not long ago: as far as the eye can see, it is a desolate place. Ran Dan's legions have collapsed one after another, the fortress has fallen, and the criss-crossing trenches and fortresses have turned into a blazing purgatory. The alien army was burned into salty ashes that were blown to every corner.

Such a scene of decline was the last embers of a glorious victory in the eyes of every Imperial warrior: even Hector.

The tall fangs were standing about three positions behind his genetic mother. He was still a little uncomfortable with his responsibilities at this moment, and his eyes even stared at Leman Lu in a rather offensive manner. This made the Wolf King's personal guards look back with dissatisfaction, but the Primarch of the Sixth Legion looked at this a bit too tall Astartes warrior with interest and marveled.

But Hector didn't care. He had the capital to face any Space Wolves with pride at this time: none other than the desolate ruins in front of him.

Not long ago, this place was a carefully prepared strangulation net. Hundreds of thousands of aliens were distributed among the impregnable fortresses and fortresses. Anti-aircraft firepower and void shields were densely packed like stars at night: the first batch of airborne space aliens. The wild wolves were quickly exhausted on this battlefield. Most of them did not even fall to the ground. Their airdrop pods were destroyed in mid-air and turned into violent meteors, which continued to fly. In the process of falling and disintegrating, it used high temperature, suffocation, and powerful airflow to kill thousands of warriors.

In the second and third rounds, the futile offensive turned into a senseless massacre. The existence of the void shield forced many exquisite tactics to give way to bloody pile-ups, until an unknown light shone in the core of Ran Dan's position. appear.

Those alien warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles and had survived the fight with the First Legion were the first ones to smell something bad. They recognized the figure who slowly walked out of the light in an instant. After a long time, the terrifying name [Soul Drinker] was whispered in their mouths, and fear and madness were seduced in an instant. When Hector opened his eyes from the light, what he saw It was an overwhelming barrage of artillery fire.

Even Hector, who tried his best to block Morgan, didn't see what happened next. He only felt that the mother of his genes seemed to raise his hand and uttered a syllable in the most lazy and soft tone: Then , is the light, the endless light, which seems to swallow up everything in an instant. Whether it is the sound of the gunfire or the roar of the alien, everything turns into a soundless silence.

This light was fleeting, and when they regained their sight again, the alien legions that stood in the landing area had turned into dust together with their impregnable fortresses, and the more unfortunate individuals had even merged with the iron walls. Their wails echoed in the air for a while before the psychic fire consumed them completely.

After a while, the new batch of Space Wolves crowded into their airdrop pods and hurriedly came to the ground. The Sons of Russ rushed out of their steel tombs panting as if they were facing a powerful enemy. The face that was originally prepared for an endless bloody battle was distorted at the moment when he saw the desolation in front of him. It was a funny scene that Hector would never forget.

Even without saying anything, just seeing a three-meter figure standing there, just looking at the Astartes warriors standing respectfully behind her, these battle-hardened Space Wolves already knew what was happening. What.

The alpha wolf came out and saluted respectfully to Morgan, thanking her for her strength and help. In the face of such horrific results and ruins, even the most perverse son of Leman Russ knew what attitude to adopt: the Sixth Legion's The wolves moved silently. They cleared the site, set up defense lines, and sent out teams and vanguards to test the situation further ahead. In the process, their vague eyes never left Morgan's closed face. In his sight was Strange, speculative, and deserved awe.

Leman Russ didn't even come to the ground until after that: in the face of the strange power of psychic energy, the Wolf King of Fenris who set off first fell far behind his blood relatives, which made him grind his teeth in frustration. He devoted himself to the front line at all costs.

When Hector stood behind his genetic mother and felt those complicated eyes coming one after another, an emotion that had never appeared before began to slowly brew in his chest.

pride.

Extremely obvious pride.

Proud of his primarch.

This is really a novel experience.

He could hold up his chest and face any Space Wolf who walked in front of him. No matter whether their military rank was noble or not, no matter whether their attitude was friendly or not, there was nothing that could stop Hector's little chest from being active. pride.

Proud of his mother.

Although this was only a very short experience, quickly washed away by more fire and roars, when Hector blinked his eyes, he could still clearly recall that feeling.

But now is not the time to reminisce.

The heir of Morgan forced his will to be alert again, and his eyes focused on his mother and the Primarch of the Sixth Legion: Since Leman Russ deliberately returned from the front line, he must have himself special purpose.

In the blink of an eye, this war has been going on for a long time. At this time, two Primarchs are stepping on a fortress that has been mostly reduced to ruins: more than 3,000 Randan soldiers were once stationed here. A majestic firepower blocked the Space Wolves' path forward. In order to remove it, more than fifty descendants of Russ fell into the arms of Mokai.

But now, this burning ruin has turned into a sharp blade that pierced Ran Dan's body: a neat simple square was bulldozed, supplying a steady stream of transport planes and airdrop pods falling on this land, walking out of it. More and more deadly weapons of war: Chimera, Rhino, Typhon, Executioner...

Of course, there are many more Sons of Leman Russ.

"A whole armored corps, and a whole company."

The Wolf King of Fenris hummed softly from his nostrils wrapped in golden beard. He spoke slowly, with a rather strange contest in his tone.

"I hope they can exert their fighting power and kill the alien cub as much as possible. If they can achieve the same record as you, that would be even better."

Compared with his usual casual attitude, the Wolf King's words were a little more trivial. At this moment, Morgan opened his blue eyes: There was no food nearby that she could plunder.

[You are not fit for insinuating things, my brother Ruth. 】

[Tell me, what's the matter with you? 】

Leman Russ spat, and the acid slowly corroded the ruins.

"I just came back from the front line. You know, I and my 13th Grand Company just tore through several Ran Dan defense lines. Their strength and will are more difficult to deal with than I imagined."

[Is there a stagnation on the front line? 】

"That's not the case. We have been making steady progress from beginning to end, but - it's too slow."

"We have to penetrate an entire world to reach our destination. There are as many fortresses and void shields in this world as the pile of bookworms raised by Magnus. If we continue to chew through them one after another, God knows where we will end up. How much more time will be wasted?”

"And we don't have time. My battleship told me that Ran Dan's new fleet is constantly attacking and outflanking. Our military strength is generally at a disadvantage. In other words, there is no time for us to slowly consume it."

"We need a final word."

【...Beheading? 】

"Whatever you say, but we do need a more powerful blow to kill in one blow. What I mean is, is there any way you can teleport you, me, and one of my teams to the so-called [ [Engine of Destiny], just leave the rest to us.”

[This could be dangerous, Russ. 】

Morgan's answer made the Wolf King reveal a clear smile. He strutted up to his blood body and looked at her as if he were meeting her for the first time.

"You've been staying with Zhuang Sen for too long, and you've even been without blood."

“When are we not walking with danger in this fucked up world?”

"Can a captain, when he raises his sails, guarantee his safe return? When a warrior picks up his sword, can he guarantee his return in triumph?"

"Just do it, you and I, the two original bodies are together, if there is anything we can't settle."

Morgan smiled but did not answer. She closed her eyes again, her consciousness roaring with new power, covering the entire world with an invisible edge.

She saw it, saw the dense army of aliens coming, saw the soul furnace that could scare anyone, and saw the almost airtight copper and iron walls surrounding that thing.

She turned her head, only to feel that the scarlet sun was trying hard to break free from its shackles and rush into the galaxy. Its power made Morgan frown.

In reality, Leman Russ waited patiently for a few seconds, and his brows were tightly knitted together.

"To be honest, in the end..."

The Wolf King's low roar echoed in the air, but just when his anger was brewing, Morgan raised his palm and stopped in front of him, blocking the lower half of his arrogance into the Fenrisian's throat. middle.

A sound that was colder than the purgatory of Fenris reminded Leman Russ of the Sea of ​​Eternal Winter in his hometown.

【Can. 】

【I agreed. 】

Morgan opened his eyes and looked at his brother with an indifferent attitude.

[How many people do you want to bring? 】

"Well, let me think about it."

Leman Russ smiled, revealing his savage canines and fangs.

"How many bodyguards can protect your little heart, huh?"

Then, the Wolf King saw what he disliked even more than his smile, the sarcastic smile from Morgan.

【random. 】

[The numbers you care about, the numbers you rely on are all the strength, no matter what time, for me. 】

【Pointless. 】