Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Stormbird charged into the storm.

The stormy season in the Orchis Valley is the most notorious spectacle on the Dawn Star. Whenever the world is focused on the northern hemisphere by the star it surrounds, huge amounts of hot and cold air will move around along with changes in heat. Moving, most of them will eventually have the most violent and long-lasting collision and blending in the broad Orchis Valley, forming a wind season that can sweep half of the world at its largest.

This sign is so famous that tourists from other worlds come here every year, adding hundreds to a dozen alien deaths to the Dawn Star.

"All our navigators are completely out of control, sir. The data shows that the electromagnetic overload rate here has reached at least 400%. No instrument can withstand this number!"

Barben Falk's panicked voice disappeared in the violent wind outside the tempered glass. Perturabo ignored his son's gaffe. At this time, the Primarch was staring at the console in front of him. Dozens of instrument panels were neatly arranged on it, but at this time they had all lost their function, leaving only the ticking and clashing sounds caused by the wild swings of the needles.

The Storm Bird, which belongs to the Primarch of the Iron Warriors Legion, is naturally specially made. Perturabo personally built his aerial mount into a sky fortress capable of soaring in legion-level firepower, even the most violent hurricanes are not enough. To cause his creation to fall apart.

And even if an anti-aircraft gun does unfortunately shoot down this iron eagle, the dozen elite Astartes or even the Primarch himself deployed on it will make the person who shot it down regret his too explosive luck.

But the Primarch and his servants encountered another problem at this time: the continuous storms in the valley had seriously disturbed the magnetic field here. They were trapped in the center of the strong wind, and even the simplest east-west, north-south directions were blocked. It was hard to tell the difference, let alone keep one direction in the storm and rush out.

Falk's eyes wandered in the dark gray roar, and he could even see the crashed or torn into pieces of aircraft on the surface. They were scattered in all directions, and some could still see fresh paint, while others were It is already pure rotten iron.

Obviously, they were not the only unlucky ones who had been trapped here. Some of them soon became fragments in the wind along with their flimsy vehicles, while others were even more unfortunate: their sturdy aircraft fell from the storm. The hands temporarily saved them, allowing these trapped beasts to slowly watch the fuel run out, desperately calculating how long they would be before they fell to the ground.

But Falk had no time to remember them, because now he and his genetic father were following in the footsteps of those guys. Perturabo's Trident tried hard to keep himself calm. After thinking to no avail, He then turned his attention to his father.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Perturabo of Olympia was a neurotic tyrant, a completely unreasonable madman, but the Iron Warriors did not think so.

Despite being exposed to the most horrific encounters in the galaxy, countless Iron Warriors still regard their genetic father as a slayer of monsters, a victor of wars, a creator of fortresses, a being as powerful as a god. , but was just a powerful father who was extremely alienated from them because of various original bodies.

Falk is one of them. When everything seems hopeless, he almost naturally turns his attention to his genetic father - not just him, but every Iron Warrior present is doing this.

Bathed in his son's expectant gaze, Perturabo just raised his head and looked at the sky.

After a long time, clear commands came out of his mouth.

——————

From the moment he could remember, Perturabo had never liked looking up at the sky.

Because he can always see it.

He always saw that eye, that huge eye in the starry sky.

It had no white eyes or pupils, and simply stood there, scanning everything around it blankly, as if it was sucking them all in.

Perturabo feared it, instinctively.

When he finally reunited with his father, when he finally returned to the Empire, he began to understand the truth about the stars and the Milky Way, and learned the identity of that eye: the Empire called it Cygnus X-1.

Some among the Emperor's people believed it was a rare celestial object, others thought it was a unique black hole, and historians called it the lost capital of an ancient empire.

But Perturabo did not listen to these remarks, and he gave the eye a name:

The Eye of Fear.

He could see it all the time, and even if he couldn't see it, he could feel it, no matter where he was in the galaxy.

And now, as always, when Perturabo raised his head and looked up at the stars, even though his sight had been obscured by the endless storm, he was still able to intuitively detect the location of the Eye of Terror.

According to its position, the Primarch began his own navigation. He used calculations and dictation to order the operators of the Storm Bird. After wandering and trying failed again and again, as time continued to pass, the most stable Iron Warrior When they couldn't help but feel anxious, they finally rushed out.

"...Oh my god."

At the moment he rushed out of the storm, Falk almost couldn't help but sigh. He was lamenting the power of the father of genes and what was after the storm.

It seemed that Perturabo didn't need to search at all, because what he was looking for was behind the storm, and anyone could see it at a glance.

Not because of how conspicuous it is, but because of how big it is. It's just too big.

The entire Orchis Canyon has been completely transformed. It has now become a purely giant artificial platform, covered with all kinds of machinery and automated robots. The Lord of Steel can see this at a glance. The purpose of this giant machine: it is driving its drills and instruments deep into the ground to shake the Dawn Star's plates from the most fundamental level. Perturabo cannot be sure how it does this because he is on that platform. He saw countless instruments that even he didn't recognize. Perhaps it was an ancient artifact from the Golden Age.

The Iron Lord tried to get his Stormbirds closer, but the almost constant anti-aircraft fire above the platform gave him away. After much hesitation, Perturabo made his decision.

"Falke, pick up the orbital fleet for me."

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Orchis is burning.

According to the coordinates provided by the Primarch, the fleet loyal to the Empire quickly found their prey. Although the strong winds in the valley were enough to withstand most outsiders, these natural protections were still in front of the firepower of the Imperial fleet. Pale and feeble.

Perturabo witnessed the bombs and high-temperature rays falling from the sky destroying this huge machine bit by bit, but his face did not become happy with all this, because the Lord of Steel could clearly feel that even though the machine had been destroyed It was destroyed, but the crust of Dawn Star was still rotating at an excessively violent speed.

Clearly, this machine has accomplished its mission.

The end of Dawnstar is inevitable.

Falk held his breath. He witnessed his father's face darkening little by little. On the surface, Perturabo was still giving orders normally, and the Storm Bird successfully rushed out under his command and navigation. Out of the storm, we started sailing back to the city of Kalena.

But privately, based on his own experience, Trident was able to determine that countless clouds were lingering in the mind of his genetic father. He was not sure whether those clouds came from the destruction of the Dawn Star, or whether he had to order the destruction of a relic creation. The helplessness.

And with the transmission of Frix's communication, the Lord of Steel's dark clouds also gathered to the top.

"Kareena City has been attacked, my lord."

Felix's voice seemed calm and organized, and Falk could feel that the communicator was full of calls for help and orders to clean up the battlefield.

"already solved?"

"Yes, sir, the imperial governor rescued by Lord Magnus is also a believer of [Sons of Sitan]. He used his authority to open [Salimavis]'s defensive position and respond to the mob's attack. "

"But Lord Magnus returned in time, and under his command and control, the rebellion has been suppressed."

"very good."

Before Perturabo could praise him, he heard his brother snatching the communicator.

"Perturabo, can you hear me? I'm Magnus."

"Yes, my brother, of course I can hear it."

"Well...I have something to tell you."

"explain."

"I think we need to withdraw our troops. I mean - your legion and my legion, all withdraw and retreat to the orbital fleet."

"..."

"This is no time for joking, Magnus."

"I'm not kidding."

"Withdraw troops? Magnus, my brother, you said it very easily, but what about the refugees? There are at least millions of people on Dawn Star who have not been evacuated. Do you want me to abandon them!"

The roar of the Lord of Steel made the extremely fast-flying Storm Bird tremble.

"That's what I'm telling you, brother."

On the other end of the communicator, Magnus seemed to take a deep breath.

"I know this is hard to accept, but..."

"Perturabo, we need to kill them."

"Who? Kill who?"

"The Dawn Star people, all the Dawn Star people, we need to kill them all."

"..."

"..."

"...Do you know what you're talking about, Magnus!"

"I know, I understand."

"And I can tell you too, Perturabo, my brother."

"This is all for them."

"It's all for the Empire."

I have some things going on at home today, so updates are a bit slow, so I would like to apologize.

As for the issue of Perturabo and the Eye of Terror, Perturabo has indeed been able to see the Eye of Terror since he was a child, and it was he who gave the Eye of Terror its name. Maybe this is a special ability?