Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Bezath has fallen, my dearest brothers, it has fallen at my feet and that of my heirs, to the invincible power of the Emperor and the Imperium, and has become our kingdom. Another solid proof of where destiny lies.”

"I defeated it, defeated all those who dared to be enemies of the Emperor. With my strength, words and nobility, I conquered this world with only seven of my descendants."

"I will not hide it from you, my brothers, this is not an easy or easy task. On the contrary, it has difficult and dangerous attributes, but despite this, I still completed it."

"I think now, no one should be able to question whether my heirs and I can independently join the Great Crusade and fight for the Emperor and Terra?"

"What do you think, Heydrich?"

The blood in the scarlet cup reflects the gentle light, and the silver hair that is more dazzling than that light: and this color, more beautiful than the best Macragge silk, belongs to the Phoenician Phoenix of course, The only darling that the proud Imperial Sky Eagle pays attention to.

It is almost impossible to describe the pride and beauty of the Lord of the Third Legion in mortal language, but fortunately, the current Phoenician Phoenix is ​​not that unattainable figure: he has just left Shadow Moon Stepping out of the protection, guidance and shadow of the Wolf Lord, there are only hundreds of commendable veterans and a large number of new blood from Holy Terra and Chemos.

But this does not prevent the son of the Emperor, known as Fulgrim, from proudly raising his head and leading his new generation of Nirvana army to walk alone into the void, towards the unknown, and towards victory.

Everyone was against this: Fulgrim clearly remembered that a full seven Primarchs had spoken out to him, questioning the power of the Emperor's Children, and among them, his blond brother confided The words were the most harsh and saddened to him.

And now, after he had won, after he had achieved the most ostentatious and stunning achievement worth showing off, the first thing that the Phoenician Phoenix thought of was to correct his brother's words: This was not revenge and humiliation in words. , but a declaration of competence and arrogance.

But as Fulgrim's sight filled with the light of victory struck, his silent and hypocritical brother, the blond beast, just raised his wine glass, easily blocking the most proud words.

He sat in the middle of the Primarchs, keeping a little distance from everyone except Horus and Ferus: they were on relatively good terms with each other.

He is not tall, but handsome enough. Even at this relaxed moment, he still wraps himself in a black military uniform, which is dotted with silver eagles and golden oak leaves: it was designed by him himself A ceremonial military uniform, even with the arrogant taste of Phoenician Phoenix, one has to admit the excellence of that garment: it has a carefully crafted beauty of sharpness and cruelty.

He held a glass of wine, but did not really drink or taste it. He listened to each brother's words, but did not respond any more: he sat there, participating in the gathering of the originals, that's all.

He remained silent, as if this place was not a happy and leisure place among blood relatives, but another working place, a liaison place that he understood to connect various legions.

Interesting idea.

Morgan thought so.

The Spider Queen crossed her legs and sat on a cabinet on one side. Her eyes were always focused on the round table: the intricately carved creation occupied most of the room, and several Primarchs were surrounding it. Sitting scattered around, beside them stood their respective legion champions.

She looked at the originals: those she knew and those she didn't know. There were no more words to say at this time. Everyone's eyes were focused on the Phoenician Phoenix, the only one standing among them, and the third All the Legion Master's eyes and energy were directed at the blond beast sitting upright.

That was a signal of challenge.

"Menger, my brother."

"My Heydrich Menger."

"Why don't you answer the questions I asked? Even if there is only the simplest suggestion or summary, I will be very happy."

Phoenix's soft words echoed in everyone's ears, and it seemed like he didn't intend to give up.

The blond beast, or Heydrich, or Menger: he did not answer immediately, but quietly and solemnly placed the wine glass on the table in front of him, and slowly raised it The head, with the same golden pupils, faced the Phoenix.

Behind him, the champion of the Eleventh Legion with high cheekbones stood silently. Whether his eyes were directed at the noblest ones or other Astartes warriors, There won't be any change at all, it's like a dead machine.

"Speak?"

"Fulgrim of Chemos, what do you want me to say?"

Heydrich raised his head and looked directly at his brother, with a coldness that was not contemptuous in his pupils.

"Do you want me to praise your behavior? Or belittle it?"

"Sorry, I can't even do it."

"Because I cannot understand the purpose and reason for your behavior, Fulgrim. It seems to me that you abandoned a paved road and specifically walked through a path covered with weeds, and then Come and show off to us.”

"What do you want me to say?"

"I can't say a single word that would satisfy you about this behavior."

These sharp and rational words were inevitably a bit too cold. The Wolf Shepherd beside him rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He wanted to say something, but Fulgrim had already laughed.

He wasn't angry.

"You're jealous of me, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of my amazing imagination and creativity, of the casual brilliance I displayed in Bezas: I do not mean to disparage you, my brother, you have your own talents, you are Your attainments in certain areas of warfare are unparalleled, and I heard that those mortals would even call you [Warmaster]."

"Maybe you deserve this title, but you still have your own weaknesses, weaknesses in fantasy and creativity. You will only reason out the best plan and indulge in clean and brutal victories again and again, but never Imagine extra roads and romance.”

"So, when you saw what I did in Baizas, you got jealous."

The words of the Phoenician Phoenix were extremely complacent, but also extremely sincere. However, when these most essential love and persuasion for blood relatives came to the blond beast, he leaned back and avoided it. they.

"I do not envy you, Fulgrim."

"What you did in Baizas: With only seven heirs, you prepared to conquer this world with considerable power. In order to speed up the progress, you even used your rhetoric to unite the resisters and annihilate them in one fell swoop. Use your so-called noble demeanor and strength to make those who resist surrender to you."

"I even heard that you were in danger during this operation. As long as any resister has the impulse and determination to order the shooting, you and your seven soldiers will not have any chance. Possibility of survival: You clearly have an army and a fleet, but you still want to believe in your so-called power and nobility."

"You think this is something to show off?"

"Is not it?"

Even the dullest person can see the gleaming pride and joy in the eyes of the Phoenician Phoenix.

"of course not."

"In spite of having overwhelming military power, I entrusted my life and the possibility of victory to your so-called words and power. As a commander, I got into a trap wantonly. As a general, I ignored the army. "

"If it were me, I would have no less than a hundred ways to kill you, Phoenix."

"There are no ifs in the world, Heydrich, only reality: the reality is that I won, I won the glory of a world, and the courage and determination that reignited in the hearts of my heirs."

"I used my actual actions to tell my children that I can, and I also have the power and wisdom, to lead them into the galactic war alone."

"I made their chests overflow with pride and the courage that pride brings."

"That's not pride."

A cold light flashed in the pupils of the blond beast.

"That's death-seeking venom that will destroy your legion."

Phoenix smiled, and his smile looked a little vain.

"You're just jealous, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of me and my heirs because I gave them the courage to look at better skies and possibilities, instead of confining them to their posts like you and letting everything run with your thoughts."

"You have a powerful legion, Heinrich. Anyone would envy their strength and achievements, but I won't, because I have a group of better children. They are always looking up to me to clear the clouds for them. In the exposed sky, they are making progress and introspection all the time, and outline a better future.”

"But your legion is different. You control them, make them fanatical, and let them obtain victory and miracles for you, but you are also killing them, killing their future and creativity."

"One day, my children will fulfill my perfection in progress. They will enter greater stages, follow in my footsteps, and become true children of the Emperor."

"And your heirs won't."

"So, you're jealous of me because you've seen this future."

The Phoenician Phoenix just smiled and talked, showing his proud views and heart wantonly.

It made even Morgan want to laugh.

But then she heard Heydrich's voice.

"Arranging every soldier in his appropriate position is the ability that every commander should have. Phoenix, you are the commander of your legion, and you should be responsible for the thoughts of your legion: What soldiers need to know They only need to order and execute, and their wisdom does not need to be used elsewhere, which will only cause unnecessary thinking and heretical behavior."

"One legion, one leader, one will, one voice."

"All that belongs to the Legion belongs to us, and all that belongs to us belongs to the Emperor: only in this way can our great genetic father reach his rightful place, at the top of thousands of worlds and creatures, the only one in the Eternal Empire. Throne and dominion: that is where our genetic father should belong."

"You can't understand this, Phoenix from Phoenicia, your complacency is delaying the return of our genetic father to his rightful place."

"When you are complacent about the so-called progress of your children, haven't you ever thought about it: They are different from you. They will never catch up with you in their lifetime. Such blind encouragement and so-called guidance will only make you They become obsessed with goals that are not theirs, abandon their responsibilities, and think about things that are not theirs to think about.”

"In the end, chaotic thoughts and pursuits will make them lose their strength as warriors: you teach them to worship and follow, but you are an impossible target for them to catch up. In the end, they will only worship other people and go to Adoring and following those figures within their reach.”

"When those characters who should have accomplished nothing gradually become arrogant in this arrogant atmosphere, when those incompetent wastes become the targets of countless people by relying on one or two strengths: this kind of irrational The so-called worship of the system will destroy your army."

"Even yourself."

"When this breath of nothingness finally bites you, maybe one day you will even be jealous of your own child, the Phoenix from Phoenicia: this is not impossible."

Fulgrim was not angry: he continued to smile, a smile that gradually became cold and ironic.

"I'm really impressed by your tirade, Heydrich."

Phoenix raised his wine glass and drank gently.

"Maybe I should learn from you, your methods and abilities, and make the legion a complete machine, and make every soldier a thoughtless cog. Isn't that what you are doing? Heydrich?"

"I am just unifying the minds of my soldiers and legion so that they will not be interfered by those meaningless so-called freedoms, and then fulfill the responsibility of a soldier: execute orders until death."

"They are your heirs first, your children, and then they are warriors, Heydrich."

"It's no different. Their duty is to fight to the death. This is their only value. I just want them to understand that this kind of thinking is the most beneficial."

“United will, unwavering faith, and necessary sacrifice: isn’t it?”

Phoenix snorted softly.

"When you accuse me of bringing thoughts to my children, you are also bringing thoughts to your children. So, what is the difference between you and me? Heydrich?"

"The ideas you bring will only make your descendants corrupt and incompetent, while mine will make them play their due responsibilities."

"Ruthless war machine?"

"Isn't that what they were born for?"

Phoenix drank and said nothing.

Hypocritical guy.

Fulgrim thought so.

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enough.

Morgan clapped his hands and everything stopped instantly.

She has wasted enough time here.

Colors flashed across the Spider Queen's dead pupils, and everything in front of her shattered like a lens: those original bodies, those warriors, those insignificant arguments, and those handfuls in the long river of memories disappeared.

Morgan raised her head and saw everything cold in front of her.

Hall, throne, dead body...

apple.

She saw the apple.

She saw food.

She saw the rotten corpse on the highest throne at the innermost end of the simple and spacious throne hall.

She glanced at it, then rolled her pupils and looked away.

That wasn't her food, that wasn't the apple she was salivating over, it was...

here.

Following the Spider Queen's thoughts, her greedy eyes moved towards the blurry figure on the stairs, the only light in the hall.

She knew what it was: she even wanted to laugh about it.

She straightened her face and walked forward to the blurry light and shadow.

That light and shadow, that blurry figure: he has the most brilliant blond hair, a perfect face, a black military uniform, and a silver eagle emblem. He wanders aimlessly, as if his master is patrolling his territory.

Morgan walked up to him.

Smile.

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【first meet. 】

[Heydrich. 】

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"Heydrich!"

"What on earth did he do!"

Abaddon gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name of the original body bit by bit.

Under his order, some of the Luna Wolves stayed behind to guard the Great Hall, while the rest followed Morgan's descendants and ventured into this strange place.

The most arrogant son of Horus was trudging through a most disgusting ocean: Ever since they followed Hector's vague premonitions and passed through that disgusting door, Abaddon had become a little bit confused. Regret it.

He even began to miss the cold marble pillars he had just seen.

Thick, acidic, foul smell...

No matter how disgusting the words were, they could not describe what they saw: behind the hall that could accommodate countless people, there was a steel tomb that was completely contaminated by nameless flesh and blood. It was as if they had stepped into the body of a giant beast. It was the same in the throat. In every corner they could see, there was only meat, only the steel eagle slowly corroded by unknown mucus and juice.

Disgusting meat.

Those whitish viscous liquids have occupied the ground and steps. They even make Astartes' iron boots feel strenuous. Every inch of space that can be seen when looking up has only a chilling texture: Abaddon knew that texture. It was what flesh looked like when skin was peeled off alive.

When Abaddon stepped hard, he could even feel the collapsing ground hugging his iron boots, and they maintained a strange frequency: as if they were alive.

The Luna Wolf even had to slow down his breathing as much as possible: he didn't want to recall the smell wafting here, which reminded him of the warehouses of the cannibals he had killed.

For a moment, he even thought about temporarily retreating, but he quickly rejected this idea: long before entering, he sent a signal to his genetic father, and left enough battle brothers to guard the entrance. , what they have to do is to explore first and find the missing Primarch as much as possible.

I hope Hector's hunch is useful.

He sighed, and then subconsciously followed the walking Luna Wolves on the phone: In this weird dark passage, he had to keep in touch with everyone every thirty seconds.

Fortunately, so far, there is no...

…

etc……

Abaddon's ears perked up.

He heard something.

what is that?

Why didn't the Shadow Moon Wolf behind the palace report to him?

Abaddon was stunned for a moment. He called to the subordinate who had not reported to him, and then looked in his direction.

The Luna Wolf was gone: he had disappeared into the darkness.

…

……No!

He didn't disappear!

Abaddon continued to prick up his ears, listening most carefully.

He heard something, a very faint but distant sound.

But he heard it clearly.

It was the sound of armor being torn, and flesh and Achilles tendons being torn apart. It was a sound he was familiar with, and he was moaning weakly.

That's a...

The sound of chewing.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Ready to fight!!!!"

I'm not thinking very well today, I feel like my brain is dizzy...

Well, let me think about the matter of Old Eleven. I changed the direction too much on his part. Anyway, no matter what I do, this underground copy will be completed in three days, and then the plot of the Emperor and the Legion will begin.