Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

As an Astartes warrior, Abaddon has been fighting for his genetic father, the Lord of Mankind, and the Imperium for seventy years.

Maybe it will be eighty years soon.

Even among the Astartes, this is a long and distinguished career of service.

But even Abaddon: the captain of the Luna Wolves Legion, the most trusted reckless heir of Horus, the backbone of the Council of Four Kings, a brutal killer who has experienced countless bloody and strange wars, dares to surrender to those he admires or believes in. Anyone can swear: what he sees in front of him is definitely a scene he has never seen before...

Disgust, anger, and even fear that theoretically would not appear in the Astartes warriors: these emotions were howling in the chest of the Luna Wolf at this time, and they were real.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. On his forehead and neck, the veins were like thick tree trunks. The proudest son of Horus was holding a sword in one hand and waving an iron claw in the other. Each weapon was already dripping with blood. The black and scarlet colors blended together and exuded the same stench, making it difficult to tell whether it was the blood of the monster or the Moon Wolf's own blood.

Abaddon had no intention of paying attention to this at this time. He was concentrating all his attention at all costs, sensing the clues in the darkness. He knew that in the darkness that even the thermal imaging sensor could not completely detect, there were A monster powerful enough to kill an Astartes.

The search for the original body had long since turned into self-rescue for themselves: even the sons of Morgan did not question this at all, after discovering that the constantly wriggling pieces of flesh blocked all roads. , even Hector agreed to temporarily withdraw from this place and look for new reinforcements.

But they can't get out.

The road they came from had been swallowed up by the squirming mass of flesh. In the unpredictable maze of flesh and blood, steel passages soaked in scarlet and pale one after another were constantly washing their memories and cognitions.

Everyone was trying to remember the way they came, and pointed out the passage neatly: but there was nothing there except the ever-expanding wall of flesh and blood.

They had no choice but to follow the new paths that emerged.

Then they were attacked.

Although Abaddon's cries and warnings for battle had come early, it was much later that the first battle actually began.

In those intricate and ever-changing passages, they encountered those monsters: those fusions of steel, flesh and strength, those weird creations that revealed some kind of technology and rational thinking.

They lurked in the shadows, appeared in groups, and stared greedily at every Astartes warrior: the battle broke out the moment the two sides discovered each other, and the explosive shells of the Astartes warriors were completely unstoppable. He shot at these extremely twisted monsters mercilessly, and then, they suffered the same counterattack.

These monsters that definitely don't look like humans not only have insect-like hind limbs and steel-like armor that can hurt the fangs and teeth of power armor: some of them are grabbing bolters or brandishing them. Chainswords and chainsaxes skillfully unleashed their fire upon the Astartes warriors.

Their roars are irrational, the purest roars of beasts, but these roars are accompanied by dense fire nets and sharp sword skills: it is like some kind of innate instinct or muscle memory.

Abaddon resisted these attacks, and a terrible thought couldn't help but arise in his heart: he tried hard to deny this thought, because its mere appearance made the most reckless Luna Wolf's hair stand on end.

The battle was carried out in the darkness. For the Luna Wolves and the Sons of Morgan, it was an extremely difficult fight: they were forced to run around in a completely unfamiliar dark world while trying to find these flesh and blood. The possible movement pattern among them, while resisting more and more terrifying opponents.

Every time they killed a monster, more, completely different monsters would roar out of the shadows.

The damage appeared quickly.

Abaddon clearly remembers that at the very beginning, six descendants of Morgan and forty-three Luna Wolves entered this huge underground world, fifteen of whom were the most elite Gastalin Terminators. .

And when the Primarch Morgan suddenly disappeared, they left ten response staff behind in the incredibly large underground hall, responsible for guiding the reinforcements of the Luna Wolves that came later: as early as Morgan's disappearance, At that moment, Abaddon had already sent an emergency communication to his genetic father. He believed that the Wolf Shepherd would lead his team to arrive within the shortest one Terran standard hour.

As a result, the remaining thirty-three Astartes warriors, including Abaddon himself, and all fifteen Gastarin Terminators, all entered this flesh and blood passage: that was less than half of Terra Things before standard time.

And now, they still have... twenty people.

The remaining thirteen people, including several of the most elite Gastalin Terminators, have fallen to the claws of the terrible unknown creatures in the shadows: those seemingly savage creatures are not pure beasts, they will use A variety of weapons, even plasma and individual heavy weapons, it was these things, as well as the narrow passage space, that killed the most powerful Luna Wolves.

Faced with such casualties, the group finally came to another space: this was a main hall, which seemed to be a small assembly square at first. Although it was not as wide as the previous assembly hall, it was still enough for the Terminators to pull in. Start the battle formation and show your strength.

The twenty warriors did not need any communication at this time. They rushed into this wide slaughterhouse and gathered together in the center of the most empty square: the terminators lined up in front, echoing from head to tail, and the remaining warriors stood aside Hiding behind these reliable brothers, while watching for opponents who sneak in silently, the only two psykers among the Sons of Morgan are constantly releasing their psychic powers and bringing light.

In the intermittent light, the roars of beasts followed one after another. These greedy predators followed the footsteps of the Astartes: they crawled on the ground, fixed on the walls, and even leaned on the twisted claws. , getting closer from the ceiling, dripping with saliva.

It wasn't until this moment that Abaddon truly saw the appearance of these monsters.

Although they are different, these guys look similar: they are even taller than the Astartes, with human-like upper bodies and huge heads, and their lower limbs remind Abaddon of those in his books. The dinosaur we saw even had a tail covered with spikes.

Different from the disgusting flesh and blood around them, these monsters look particularly cold and "clean". They are wrapped in a layer of black carapace, which looks like a science fiction aesthetic. In addition, they Claws more than one meter long, or blades and weapons melted into their fingers, make them look more like some kind of broken soldiers.

When the Luna Wolf's eyes focused on the limbs and skeletons of these monsters, he actually had a ridiculous feeling: he felt a certain familiarity with this monster.

He has never seen them, but he sees many shadows of the past in them.

The chest and head seemed too similar to humans, but the arms had the same feel as the Ran Dan alien he had just killed, and the hind limbs, the tail, and every detail on every body.

It seems that they are all part of those powerful aliens that were once enemies of mankind...

The uneasy feeling lingered in Abaddon's heart, getting heavier and heavier.

But he didn't have time to think, because these uncommunicative predators were rushing towards their battle position.

Without hesitation or communication, relying on the tacit understanding gained from the bloody battle just now, the Sons of Horus and the Sons of Morgan formed an unshakable line of defense.

Then, fire and fight.

——————

The battle lasted fifteen minutes.

There were casualties on both sides, but the monsters who didn't know how to cooperate in fighting were obviously the ones with greater casualties.

Abaddon's ruthless eyes wandered over the monsters that fell at his feet. Looking at those mangled faces, he felt more and more familiar.

Just when he was confused, a heavy breath slowly spread from the deepest part of the passage to the hall.

Abaddon raised his head: the thermal imaging sensor was telling him that a huge creature was approaching here.

Almost the next moment, this huge monster appeared in front of Abaddon. He even had to raise his head to barely see the monster's face.

Then.

A kind of horror, a kind of fear, an almost instinctive twist and howl, appeared on Abaddon's face.

"Sea... sea..."

"Heinz!"

Abaddon roared.

There was fear in his roar.

——————

Horus is on!

The Emperor is above!

Fuck...whatever!

That's Heinz!

That's fucking Heinz!

Heinz of the Eleventh Legion! They once fought side by side!

O Emperor!

What the hell is that!

It was a monster, a monster that Abaddon had fought and slain: a huge entity that seemed no different from those on the ground, except...

On that blasphemous and twisted body, Narandan’s arms, alien legs and feet, the tail of the beast, and the neck of the monster that is a mixture of various dark creatures in the galaxy...

It's the head of an Astartes.

Abaddon opened his mouth.

Even if it were ten thousand years later, it would be impossible for him to forget all this.

Emperor...

Horus...

These monsters, these...things...

They...or rather those parts of them...are Astartes!

When cold sweat dripped on the twisted flesh at Abaddon's feet, [Heinz] had already launched its attack, which was an almost unstoppable killing: it was more powerful than the most powerful Gastalin. Stronger and scarier.

It kicked Abaddon away, and it knocked Hector to the ground with one palm: this monster, maybe seven or eight meters tall, when its claws were waving randomly, it grabbed a Gastalin Terminator, He held it high, and then easily tore apart the Terminator armor, peeling off the flesh and blood of the Luna Wolf bit by bit.

It's like taking apart a paper doll.

Abaddon watched all this.

Everything he could never forget.

Everything he could never bring up.

He will always support... erasure of everything.

Then.

He heard a sigh.

That was the sigh of the Lord of the Second Legion.