Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Pooh--"

The king from the Fenris Icefields, Riemann of House Russ, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion Astartes, had just beheaded his last opponent.

Looking at this alien who dared to swing his blade at him with the blessing of courage and madness, Leman Russ spat on the ground to express his respect.

Leman Russ stood on the ruins of a fortress whose original shape could no longer be seen at all. Under his feet were the corpses of so many alien overlords that he couldn't even count them. They were so tired that they reached his knees, even those closest to him. The bodyguards could only trudge through the stinking pile of bones.

This is victory, this is massacre, this is an impossible result, this is another miracle that can only be created by the Primarch and his blood descendants.

In the ethereal galaxy, there will always be fools who question the power of these mortal demigods created by the emperor himself, and the reason for their doubts seems so reasonable: these powerful gods who fell into the world, In the final analysis, they are nothing more than flesh and blood. Their arms cannot withstand the crushing of God's instruments, and their bodies cannot block the gunfire of the void engine.

What's more, even a few of the most ordinary armored vehicles and fighter planes, as long as they can seize the right opportunity and gather enough power, can make these most proud kings of the stars panic, or even plunge into death. On the verge of death.

All it takes is an opportunity, a surprise attack, a well-prepared trap, and a team of souls who are not afraid of death to make these so-called [demigods] in a state of panic and in danger.

But even so, even if such a situation is really possible, it still cannot change the fact that these man-made miracles derived from the divine fire stolen by the Emperor and from legends and fantasies are the most mysterious among the stars in the universe. and dreamy existence.

These are not invincible, not perfect, and in a sense, even the primarchs with abnormal personalities can always create all kinds of miracles, no matter how exaggerated and bizarre the stories are, as long as When it happens to them, there is the most basic logic and possibility.

For example, at this moment, when Leman Russ pulled out his battle ax from the remains of the last alien overlord and couldn't help shouting to the sky, the most incredible victory had already arrived. On him: On top of the boundless bloody ruins, only the sons of Fenris are standing proudly as victors at this moment, and under their feet are the corpses of hundreds of thousands of Randan elites.

The thousands of Space Wolves who followed their genetic father and launched this surprise attack had already lost more than half of their casualties. There were even wolf masters and countless Terran veterans who died in this crazy meat grinder, but this This did not prevent the Astartes from becoming the winners in this short but bloody close combat. In a few Terran Standard Time, they chopped off dozens of heads of alien elites, and in each Space Wolf Every inch of land that could be seen was filled with blood flowing freely or gradually solidifying. There were dead heads everywhere, being kicked and piled up in a continuous manner.

No one knows how the Space Wolves did all this, and no one knows how the descendants of Leman Russ withstood the alien craze that was enough to overwhelm them, and even turned defeat into victory after a brutal fight.

Perhaps this was the power of the Primarchs and Astartes. When they showed their rage unbridled, fate was always on their side.

Even in the cold wind that was completely saturated with the smell of blood, it seemed that some kind of distant and violent laughter could be heard, as if it was like the hidden god of war, casting his gaze on this glorious slaughterhouse. An approving glance.

"Come here, you boy."

When Leman Russ rested for a while, his personal guard Blackblood had also brought Hector to the Primarch. The Wolf King of Fenris turned his head and looked carefully at this too tall man for the first time. Astartes.

Hector, his most trusted wolf master Yolin, mentioned this name just now, and praised his strength and bravery without any secret: considering Yolin's arrogant nature, this kind of praise is rare.

The Wolf King looked at the warrior and sighed softly.

This is a really good boy.

Look at these arms, and look at this exaggerated height. If we look at the purest physical talent alone, the burliest warrior in the Sixth Legion can only reach his shoulders. I am afraid that among all the Astartes, Among soldiers, there are only a few people who can compare with him.

Although Leman Russ glanced at Hector casually when he was talking to his blood relatives, it was not until this moment that he truly observed the rising star of the Second Legion. , in the mind of the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, the most powerful warriors kept flashing, and their figures kept overlapping with the more or less immature descendants of Morgan in front of them.

Leman Russ thought like this for a few seconds, but suddenly discovered that among the great warriors he imagined, there was no descendant from the Space Wolves who inherited his bloodline.

The Wolf King thought hard again, but he really did not expect anyone in his legion to be comparable to the most powerful Astartes warriors.

Akudona, Radolon, Abaddon, Sejames, Astelan, and Arachos... It is said that a powerful warrior named Sigismund has recently appeared in the Imperial Fist Legion. He is constantly gaining unimaginable victories and achievements, and is very likely to join this great ranks.

Even the little kid named Hector in front of him, with his talent, strength, and the calmness and fury he just showed on the battlefield, in the future, although he may not be the best among these powerful warriors, At least he will be one of them.

However, even if Leman Russ racked his brains, he could not think of any of his children who had such power and talent to achieve the same status.

The Wolf King smacked his mouth and felt a sourness between his teeth and tongue.

He waved, motioning for this little kid who was almost eye level with him to come over, and then asked softly, hot air spit out from his blood-stained fangs, and rolled out a large amount of liquid in the cold air. A spectacular spray of water.

"How long has it been since your primarch disappeared?"

This blunt question made Hector couldn't help but become quiet. Leman Russ laughed without reservation when he witnessed this embarrassment and concealment.

"Stop covering up, you little brat. Any warrior who is watched by his original body will have some mysterious and mysterious connection with his own genetic original body, and can have the most basic mutual perception and connection."

"Now, tell me, how long?"

"...About one Terran Standard Time ago, I stopped feeling the breath of my Gene Mother."

Leman Russ looked at the unreserved worry on Hector's face and smiled even more happily. He opened his mouth and let out a low growl like a wild wolf.

"Okay, don't worry about it,"

"She is a Primarch, a Primarch. In this galaxy, no one can really harm her except the Emperor and us who are also Primarchs."

"Only the Primarch can fight the Antibody."

"Hmm...but maybe..."

At the end of his words, Leman Russ actually fell into a low voice of self-denial. Apparently, he thought of another missing brother.

His relationship with the missing person is not close, but it is not that bad. The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion is not a very disgusting figure in most cases, not to mention , his fanaticism and loyalty to the Lord of Humanity is simply visible to the naked eye, and can even be called worship.

In this regard, only Luo Jianeng could compare with him.

but……

The Wolf King of Fenris remembered what he had seen on Mengele's home planet, and his expression became gloomy.

Mengele had crossed a line.

Although the Emperor never clearly mentioned what his bottom line was, everyone among the Primarchs had a basic understanding of what the Lord of Mankind would not tolerate.

And the mistakes Mengele made, although they had nothing more to do with those aliens and hateful intelligences, were actually trampling on the bottom line of the Lord of Humanity.

Even if he doesn't die, even if he can return from the confused universe, what awaits him can only have the coldest ending.

In his heart, Leman Russ murmured to himself that he had a hunch that maybe soon, he would have to use the Spear of Dionysus.

Although he had already been mentally prepared for it on the day he got it, he even felt sad joy and pride for it, thinking that he was the emperor's most beloved and trusted figure.

But when he really had a premonition that he was going to do something, what surrounded his mind was only endless sadness and hatred.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help but spat again. He raised his head and forced his energy to shift from those irrelevant things to the war in front of him.

"One Terra Standard Time..."

Looking at the troops that were gathering, the Primarch murmured to himself. Although Morgan had no more communication with him, with the situation in front of him and superhuman wisdom, Leman Russ certainly knew what his blood relatives were going to do. .

"If all goes well, now would be the time."

whispered the Wolf King of Fenris.

At the edge of his vision, there was another thin black line, mixed with endless roars and bloody dust, gradually revealed on the horizon: it was more aliens, more fearless troops.

And it was at this time that the Wolf King of Fenris raised his head and showed the most joyful and pure laugh.

He felt it.

He heard it.

The voice in the sea of ​​souls, the whisper from his blood relatives.

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【nailed it. 】

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The sea of ​​destiny is roaring and boiling, like a dying dragon, frantically dragging everything in sight into the same hell as itself.

In the darkest tide of subspace, the dazzling radiation was more dazzling than the explosion of a thousand stars. In an instant, it involved the hundreds of thousands of alien armies closest to it, and in the next moment, it burned them all. Killed their souls, burned them dry and howled.

Leman Russ looked at all this and even frowned, because it was not until this happened that he truly felt how powerful and blasphemous the twisted creation called [Engine of Destiny] was.

Souls, countless souls, billions of wailing souls, all the wolf priests knelt on the ground. For the first time in their lives, they trembled to avoid such a terrifying... thing. .

"what is that?"

the Primarch asked softly.

The moment his inquiry landed, the distortion and vibration of space echoed on the burning ruins. The next moment, Morgan appeared behind him: her condition did not look particularly good.

At this time, the Spider Queen has even shrunk back to her petite mortal body. Destroying that twisted creation obviously took a lot of her energy and will. At this moment, Morgan's brain is full of what the [Engine of Destiny] has brought to her. The backlash and destruction forced her to do everything she could to control the balance in her mind, and she even had no more energy to manage her limbs.

Morgan just casually landed on Hector's shoulder, allowing his heir to straighten her back in an instant. She smiled with a weak smile.

[That is death, Leman Russ. 】

[The death of a race, the death of a hope. 】

"...To put it bluntly."

[I can't put it bluntly. This involves some dangerous psychic knowledge. If you want, you can write down everything you see and feel, and then ask Magnus some time. He will Happy to answer. 】

"..."

"Forget it, I actually don't really want to know this kind of thing."

The Wolf King of Fenris touched his rough neck and stared at the army on the horizon that was beginning to take shape.

"Now, shall we withdraw?"

Morgan did not answer immediately. She took a few heavy breaths and adjusted her extremely chaotic breath.

[I'm afraid not. Although I destroyed the system of this engine internally, I did not completely destroy it. My remaining strength is not enough to break the container that holds it. 】

"Say it simply."

[If we evacuate now, then Ran Dan has the possibility of repairing it again, although this possibility is unlikely. 】

"Okay, I get it."

Leman Russ laughed. He grabbed the Spear of Dionysus standing on the ground and waved it twice before looking at the broken and twisted creation in the distance again.

"Leave the rest to me."

【Then you should be careful. 】

Morgan's breath finally stabilized. She first used her third eye to glance at the void before speaking hurriedly.

[You have to be careful, fast, and have some... mental preparations. 】

That scarlet sun is rushing here at all costs. All the imperial warships are trying in vain to stop it, but with little success.

"how to say?"

【simply put. 】

[You must be prepared to lose all the heirs in front of you. They may have to embrace a battle destined to death. 】

Morgan's words stunned Leman Russ for a moment, and then he laughed.

Laughed.

The Wolf King raised his battle axe, and the shouts for All Father and Russ were accompanied by his movements. All the space wolves roared, and began to charge again, charging towards an enemy that was dozens of times larger. own opponent.

Before joining the charge, the Wolf King of Fenris looked back at his blood relatives. His voice was low, as if he was whispering in the wind and snow.

"Considering death?"

"Isn't this the most common realization?"