Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"So, you met your original body after the Ran Dan War ended?"

"To be specific, we didn't know what we would encounter at the beginning. We gathered together because of the Emperor's order. Later, we learned about the original body."

Rana answered absentmindedly the words of the Ultramarines on the side. He put one hand on the gun at his waist, and his two eagle-like pupils were constantly looking for the windows in front of him and on the right: in front of him At the end of his field of vision was the door guarded by several warriors, and from the window to his right, the laughter of the two Primarchs and Ms. Euton could be heard constantly.

The Chief of the Old Guard listened carefully to the conversation in the room. He narrowed his eyes and thought about something that made him feel strange, something about Guilliman.

"Ran Dan..."

Beside him, Ultramar's Hero Valentus sighed softly.

"At the beginning, I was actually a part of the Ran Dan War. The Ultramarines also sent a battle group to support the front lines of the Ran Dan War. Although we did not go to the most important battlefields, we also had a close relationship with the name Basmema. Nick's aliens fought against each other and suffered considerable losses, and I was a witness to that battle."

"I fought on the Ran Dan frontline for ten years...no, it seems like five years...or ten years?"

The hero of Ultramar was whispering there, and his affirmative explanation gradually turned into a somewhat doubtful soliloquy. He touched his head, and after a few seconds, he sighed with emotion.

"A few days ago, I remembered more things, but now I can no longer remember those things, even those battle brothers who died in the Randan War. I even forgot why some of them died. of."

Lana's eyes drifted briefly because of this whisper. He and Valentus looked at each other silently, and then sighed in unison.

"Yes, Valentus, I can't remember anything more about Randan either."

"I remember this war, I remember it being fought for a long time, and I remember that at the end of it, we brought back the Primarch, and she had already earned herself the name Soul Drinker in the war: but except Other than that, I’ve forgotten everything.”

"Have you seen Ran Dan's appearance?"

"I seem to have seen it before - but I'm sure I've forgotten it. If you had asked me a few days ago, I might have been able to describe it a few words."

"It seems that we are the same. I could have sworn that I remembered more things a few days ago, and a few months ago, I could even vividly recount my experience fighting Ran Dan, but now , I only remember that I fought with them, but where, when, and even who I fought alongside, I have completely forgotten."

"Maybe in a few days, I will even forget Ran Dan's name."

"Then I might be better than you."

Lana raised the corners of his mouth and showed a silent smile. He was still listening to the conversation in the house: Most of the time, it was Ms. Yuden who was making statements. Her words were rational that even the Astartes warriors had to lament. In other words, the voice of his genetic mother often sounded, usually in response with a smile and a smile, which often rekindled Ms. Euton's slightly subdued enthusiasm, and as for the ruler of Macragge Officer, his seat is often shrouded in an awkward silence, and he often only responds passively to Ms. Euton.

"At the very least, we will definitely remember the time when we reunited with the Primarch, and Randan may be remembered by the way, and the name of the Soul Drinker will definitely be sung."

"That's not necessarily the case, battle brothers from Dawnbreaker."

Facing Lana's vow, Guilliman's champion warrior just showed a harmless smile, he put his finger on it, and nodded his head.

"You have to know that this is all what Holy Terra meant. Although no mandatory paper orders were given, we all know how determined and incommunicable they are on this matter: Now, I have seen To the point where too many mortals have forgotten all about the Randan War, and they even wonder why the Dark Angels Legion is so suddenly depleted."

"Sooner or later, we will forget all this. I don't understand how Holy Terra does this. It may be a powerful psychic method, coming from the Master of the Seal or even the Lord of Humanity, but obviously ….”

Guilliman's champion snorted softly.

"They don't intend to tell us, they don't intend to tell the Five Hundred Worlds."

Lana did not reply. He glanced at the muttering Ultramarines and felt a familiar aura: he had also clearly felt this aura in the Lord of Macragge's movements, and in Ms. Euton, or every Ultramar person he had ever talked to, had the same aura about them.

It was a strong sense of independence, an arrogant dignity that was unwilling to be assimilated, a rebellion and indifference that was incompatible with the Empire and Holy Terra: such an aura appeared in the body of the Ultramar hero in front of him, Exactly the same as Guilliman's silent attitude.

We are Ultramar, part of the Five Hundred Worlds, not the Empire: each of them seems to be emphasizing this kind of thing. The Lord of Mankind and his throne seem to be more like a tower that must be respected in their eyes. The idol is the co-owner of the federation composed of five hundred worlds and the human empire, but that's all.

Such silent words made the Terran-born Old Guard very uncomfortable, but he did not say them out loud because Lana knew very well that as a defender of the Mother of Genes, there were only two things he needed to do most. : Go to death without hesitation, and keep silence at all times.

But then again: Rana can feel the indifferent respect for Holy Terra in almost every Ultramar person he talks to, and these ultramarines born in Macragge Compared with mortals, Guilliman is the one who pays more attention to the Lord of Mankind and Holy Terra.

It's really interesting, isn't it?

In his heart, Lana smiled silently. He checked the left and right sides of the room again, and then answered the Ultramarine's words almost nonchalantly.

"It is difficult for us to forget things related to the Primarch. Valentus, we have already recorded the name [Soul Drinker] on the ship's Hall of Glory. This name is the mother of our genes. The first honor, we will sing it forever.”

"I used to think so too, until I saw those memories about Ran Dan disappear inexplicably in the minds of mortals."

The Ultramar Hero shook his head, looked at the Dawnbreaker beside him, and made a small joke.

"Seriously, battle brothers from Avalon: maybe, I mean maybe, you will one day forget the meaning and history of that name, and only remember that it is part of a glorious history. You may guess that drinking The meaning of the name Soul Master even allows some warriors to inherit the name so that it will not be forgotten twice."

"A team called the Soul Drinkers? Interesting, what will happen to them next? Will they turn into spiders? Or will they be mutant creatures like spiders?"

"spider?"

"Our genetic mother occasionally calls herself spider, just like the lords of the Fenris people call themselves wolves. Maybe we will return to our ancestors because of this."

"Becoming a Spider: That's too bad: sounds about as bad as having the Great Crusade destroyed."

The light laughter of the two Astartes warriors echoed through the courtyard for a moment.

After laughing for a while, Guilliman's champion winked at Lana and asked a question that made him curious.

"Speaking of which, brother, I'm actually curious about one thing: what does it feel like to have a genetic mother? Can you give me a rough description?"

"Then you have to tell me first what it feels like to have a genetic father."

"Um……"

Valentus's two thick lips bit each other, and he remained silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about how to condense the lengthy and supreme praise of his Primarch into a short sacred hymn. .

"Let's put it this way: before I met my genetic father, I felt like a blank book. Although I existed, I was full of confusion and emptiness. Then, my genetic father came to me, He picked up the pen and filled it with pages of wisdom and dreams, and it was from the moment he picked up the pen that I knew what I wanted to live for and how I should live."

"how about you?"

Guilliman's champion warrior looked at Morgan's chief guard, who just showed a faint smile and spoke slowly, with a firm voice that did not allow for any doubt or rejection.

"Our genetic mother? The moment we meet her..."

"We walked out of the endless night and into the eternal dawn, she brought hope and the future, she dispelled division and chaos, she became our sun, our master, the whole meaning of our short life: that is So simple."

"Is this the origin of Dawnbreaker?"

"This is a name given by her personally. In fact, it doesn't matter what it is called. What she gave must be the most sacred and the most cherished by us."

"It's really admirable."

The Hero of Ultramar touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then looked at Lana again.

"However, you don't seem to have fully answered my question: What is it like to have a genetic mother?"

"After all, there is no basis for saying this kind of thing, and you can't feel it."

Lana fell into distress for less than a second, and then he heard another burst of joyful laughter in the room, which gave his somewhat confused answer to the question a guiding light.

"To put it simply, it's like your genetic father and his adoptive mother: but I can guarantee that our genetic mother's love for us is more intense and intense."

"Is this a provocation?"

"No, just a rational statement about the gap between Primarchs and mortals."

The Ultramarine snorted lightly, but did not delve into the words. He also turned his head and glanced at the room where laughter was constantly coming from, and for a moment he had some enlightenment.

"maternal love?"

Rana smiled.

"It's a very unfamiliar word, isn't it, but it is also an extremely familiar word. After all, we relive it every moment: whether it is us and our genetic mother, or Lord Guilliman and his in your eyes. Mothers tell us the meaning of maternal love."

"Books can also tell us these things, Mr. Rana."

"Books are unreliable."

"Unreliable? What should I do?"

“See it with your eyes, or experience it for yourself.”

Rana pointed inside the house.

"Just like what your Primarch said just now: Father's love and mother's love are the most basic things. Any normal person, even a mortal, will have them and will know them. Even if they don't have parents, what will they do? What about those who came into the world?”

"That's right. What normal person doesn't have parents? Although we people have generally forgotten things from the mortal period, we still remember these most basic things."

"Yes, no normal person would live without a mother and a father."

"Do you also remember? Mr. Rana?"

"It's a little fuzzy, but of course I remember it."

"That's true. After all, can a person without parents be considered a normal person? Could it be that he is a wild child that jumped out of the soil or crawled out of a laboratory?"

The two Astartes smiled at each other and bumped fists lightly.

""Pitiful. ""

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Before the laughter could dissipate, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Auguston was seen holding an electronic board in his hand. His originally solemn face was now like a tight rock, filled with anxiety and urgency.

The hero of Ultramar's face suddenly became serious. He took the electronic board and just glanced at it, his pupils were filled with the cold light of death.

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"Sir, it's an emergency."

The voice of Valentus summoned the Lord of Macragge out of the room. Guilliman closed the door seriously and walked into the courtyard with his champion warrior, the Dawnbreaker who seemed to be the commander of Morgan's guards. He saluted him and retreated into the corridor.

"What is it, Valentus?"

The Primarch knew that the Heroes he had hand-selected were no fuss-makers.

"We have received information about the Osiris psionic species."

With just a few words, the Lord of Macragge instantly became furious.

"give it to me!"

The serious order that cannot be questioned allowed Guilliman to obtain the electronic board. He carefully looked at the communication filled with words, as if a dedicated teacher was checking the test paper, and Valentus and Auguston There was no element of surprise on their faces. In fact, the chilling aura on their bodies even surpassed that of Guilliman.

The psychic species of Osiris.

This name is enough to remind the Lord of Macragge and each of his descendants to recall those darkest years, and to naturally ignite the blazing fire of revenge deep in their hearts at the next moment.

And all of this stems from a tragic defeat, a dark legend that happened before Guilliman returned to the Empire.

During the first few dozen years of Terran standards when the Emperor launched his Great Crusade, the Thirteenth Legion, then known as the "Sons of War", was a model for conquering cities and conquests. Their courage and glory made them quite sacred. Terra's trust, so when the eleven galaxies of the Osiris cluster joined forces to rebel for no reason, the Thirteenth Legion, led by Legion Commander Vosoto, was assigned the task of countering the rebellion by the War Council.

At the beginning, the Thirteenth Legion regarded this as an ordinary rebellion. They formulated a quick beheading tactic and decided to minimize the impact of the situation: but this compassionate idea was like a bubble in the face of reality. Generally broken, the mistakes in the intelligence war prevented the Astartes warriors from thinking about who their real opponent was. When they realized this mistake, the Thirteenth Legion, which had only 20 to 30 thousand people at that time, had already Overwhelmed by an endless stream of mind-controlled paupers and suicide attacks.

An alien race that has never been noticed by the empire has long used their vicious brain control technology to master the entire Osiris star cluster. They squander the lives of billions of mortals at will, forcing them to use continuous suicide attacks. Overwhelming the Astartes battle line, what was originally a beheading strike quickly turned into a brutal breakout battle.

The Thirteenth Legion swallowed the bitter fruits of their defeat: Legion Commander Vosoto was killed on the spot, and the Legion's flagship [Sutherland Thunder] also sank in the battle, not to mention the large and small losses of personnel and materials. In fact, all the glory and pride became extremely dim in the face of this failure, and the entire legion took a big step forward on the road to decadence.

And when the revitalized Sons of War returned to the Osiris Star Cluster a year later, they were shocked to find that the entire star cluster had been abandoned, and there were pathetic corpses everywhere that had no one to collect them, or they were walking like zombies. The ordinary civil war fighters, those evil aliens had long since fled, leaving behind only a blasphemous name that made the Sons of Guilliman gnash their teeth: the psionic species of Osiris.

A few years later, the Thirteenth Legion reunited with its genetic origin, and Guilliman naturally shared this hatred with his descendants, vowing to one day greet and eliminate these aliens: in In the following decades, they once captured news of the psionic species of Osiris, but repeatedly missed it.

"But this time! We're pretty sure!"

Auguston bit out these words word by word, his pupils shining with a light of common hatred.

"Several exploration fleets sent similar information at the same time: They discovered several galaxies in the same condition as the Osiris star cluster in the southwest of the Milky Way, the southernmost part of the Storm Star field, and found similar traces: it can be determined that those Aliens must have been active nearby recently."

"The southern part of the Storm Star Territory..."

Guilliman couldn't help but mutter to himself as he held the electronic board.

"I remember... that place has not yet been explored on a large scale by the empire?"

"Yes, the southernmost junction of the Far Eastern Star Territory and the Storm Star Territory has always been a blind spot for exploration by the Empire. The Empire has very few footholds there. Currently, the only known ones are Barbarus, the home planet of the Death Guard, and the Forge World. Zhao-Akada.”

"However, as long as we assemble our fleet and set off from Tal, the westernmost point of the Five Hundred Worlds, it will only take us a short time to get there. There is a high probability that there will be no danger along the way. According to the few reports sent back by the exploration fleet, According to the intelligence, most of the world there is composed of immigrants from ancient times. They lack the technology to sail in the void, and their technology and social culture are also different. The only thing in common is that they all adhere to the slavery system and the city-state system, and there are deep gladiators. culture."

Guilliman listened quietly to his son's excited words. His big hand gently brushed over the star map unfolded by Auguston, brushing over the border worlds that the empire had explored but had no energy to recover and rule for the time being: Ryan, Monsgur, Nukeria, Antagonis, Mortante...

Finally, he shook his head.

"No, Auguston."

"Don't go just yet."

"But! Sir..."

"Have you forgotten? Auguston? The reason for the failure of the First Osiris War?"

"How can words like "high probability, possibility, maybe" appear in the planning and discussion of a war? Do we want to entrust victory to illusory luck?"

Guilliman's voice rose slightly.

"Intelligence! The mistake of intelligence! The Thirteenth Army fell into a trap! We can't repeat this mistake again... Send out all the exploration fleets and reconnaissance fleets we can send, continue to explore and fight for the route along the routes we learned before. Find a safe path."

"At the same time, let the five hundred worlds of Ultramar enter a state of primary combat readiness. All temporary missions and holidays of all naval fleets will be cancelled. I need them to assemble urgently when necessary. If it is really the Osiris psionic species, this time I will We will bring one hundred thousand Ultramarines to crush them completely!"

The Primarch's slight blame and firm promise made the two Ultramarines nod in agreement. After they each received their tasks and left in a hurry, Guilliman stood there for a while, digesting the information he saw.

The psychic species of Osiris, of course he will destroy these bastards, even if it is to erase the last dark cloud in the hearts of the Ultramarines: But on the other hand, the Primarch quickly remembered the information he had collected over the years, and remembered The terrifying power of these aliens in terms of psychic energy reminded them of how they easily manipulated the minds of tens of billions of people, overwhelming the Astartes array with a steady stream of human sea tactics.

This was not something he could ignore.

Maybe……

Guilliman glanced at the window: behind that window, sitting with Ms. Euton, was one of the most powerful psykers known to Macragge.

In a safe thinking environment, the Lord of the Ultramarines' brain functioned quickly and correctly. When he heard the chatter and laughter behind the window, a plan for joint operations was formed in Guilliman's mind. .

Joint combat: This may be a pity for the honor of the Ultramarines, but it is not too serious. If the cooperation with Dawnbreaker, specifically Morgan, can cultivate the terrible witchcraft of Osiris psychic Next, if more lives of the Ultramarines can be saved, then Guilliman will not mind a joint battle at all.

Okay, maybe those under his command who have a blood feud with the Osiris psychic seed may not feel too comfortable, because this will compromise the sacred revenge in their eyes, but the Primarch always has to think more: the final At least in Guilliman's view, the loss of a little honor is really nothing compared to the lives of hundreds, thousands, or even more Ultramarines, and the dissatisfaction of the heirs is not too serious. not to mention……

If he really wants to have good cooperation with his blood relatives, then fighting side by side with blood thicker than water is obviously a better idea than assigning stars on the star chart full of calculations and considerations. This can even make The two legions are closer and will have a better understanding when necessary.

This can even be seen as an overture to Holy Terra...

…

Guilliman shook his head and stopped his somewhat divergent political thinking. The laughter coming from the window interrupted him, making the Lord of the Ultramarines a little curious: in his impression, Ms. Yodon had already I haven't laughed so happily in a long time.

The Lord of Macragge hesitated for a moment. He should have opened the door and returned to the room, but he did not do so for the time being: prompted by a certain curiosity, the astonishment of the Ultramarines guarding the courtyard Guilliman tiptoed to the window and cast a curious gaze into the room. He knew that the window was a blind spot in the room, so his observation was safe.

The Lord of Macragge saw the information in the room clearly at a glance: Ms. Euton and his blood relatives were still sitting on the bench, and Morgan's height had unknowingly reduced to the same level as a mortal. , which allowed the Lord of Palace Affairs to hold her hand intimately, place their hands on each other's knees, pat them gently, and match their continuous whispers.

The two ladies whispered and talked like this, showing tacit smiles from time to time. They talked about one topic after another in the soft responses and curious inquiries. They would even put their ears to each other's ears, and from such mysterious The words revealed in his words were enough to arouse the curiosity and even anxiety deep in Guilliman's heart.

He vaguely heard some words: Avalon, Pen Pal, and Kelly Finn.

In this way, the two ladies sometimes sat on the bench, sharing their experiences and knowledge with each other, and sometimes leaned forward, leaning their arms on their knees, sharing the drinks and pastries on the table. The topics seemed to never end, and the bright smile on Ms. Euton’s face never seemed to stop.

At the beginning, Guilliman could still raise the corners of his mouth, feeling happy to be connected with his adoptive mother's long-lost sincere joy, but when the leader of the Invincible Iron Guard slowly approached his genetic origin out of curiosity, When he was naked, he could already see a sourness after joy on Guilliman's face.

Yes, it's sour, only for a moment, but it's real.

"She smiles so much, Grodd."

Guilliman softly called to the head of his invincible iron guard. The voice sounded like a deep sigh, but also like a young man with an indifferent face complaining about his mother in a low voice.

"I haven't seen her smile so happily for a long time. In Macragge, in front of me, she is always so serious, rational and formal, as if I can no longer make her happy."

The Lord of the Ultramarines muttered. He glanced at the scene in the room again, then withdrew his gaze with some disgust, as if he had lost interest, and turned his gaze to the sun that was gradually setting in the west.

"It's already so late?"

The Primarch asked softly questions that no one could answer. He slowly became serious in front of him, as if nothing in the world could affect him anymore.

Then, a new sound of laughter came from the room.

The Lord of Macragge murmured something in a low voice, and then he fell into silence, and then took another look inside.

"...You can go in, sir."

"...I know, Grodd, I know."

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The good times ended at the moment when the sky darkened. Although Ms. Euton still seemed full of energy, both the Lord of Macragge and the visiting Lady of Avalon tactfully and firmly hoped that the old man could Have a healthy sleep schedule.

After Ms. Euton finally went to rest, Guilliman did not choose to continue today's agenda: there was still plenty of time, and Morgan's visit to Ultramar was destined to be a journey that lasted several days or even longer. He is not in a hurry for one night, not to mention that he does need some private time to deal with government affairs from all over the Five Hundred Worlds.

Morgan was also happy to enjoy the luxurious bedroom prepared by Guilliman. She didn't mind keeping a mortal's schedule at all, and she also wanted to try the feeling of spending the night on the home planet of her blood relatives: originally, all this would be done in Prospero, but Magnus's wonderful performance made the Lord of the Second Legion feel that he was really unlucky.

In order to thank his blood relatives for their hospitality, Morgan took out a book from his arms in the corridor where he was temporarily bidding farewell. A book that shone with an unnatural and illusive color against the contrast between the night and the marble. It looks like a bound volume of several books.

After seeing Guilliman's next gift, Morgan led his bodyguard to his bedroom, and when Lana turned the last corner, he suddenly heard a question from the Mother of Genes. .

[What do you think of my brother? 】

The Old Guard blinked.

"He is not a bad man, my lord."

【Is it? 】

Even without turning around, Lana could still imagine the smile on Gene Mother's face.

[But for a certain period of time today, my child, I could feel your intense attitude toward him. 】

"Indeed, mother, I once thought that he was as ambitious as the rumors. I thought that today, in front of you, he has completed a series of actions of using a strong military to exert power, using his sphere of influence to intimidate, and showing his ambitions. Disrespectful move.”

"but……"

[But you later found out that you were wrong. 】

"Yes, my lord."

The two continued walking, their shadows leaving traces of shadows on the wall.

"But after seeing his division and processing of the star chart, but after hearing him and your conversation with Ms. Euton, I came to a new conclusion in my doubts."

"His so-called show of force may really be a grand welcome ceremony to welcome his blood relatives with the best attitude."

"Most of the worlds he pointed out that were close to the Avalon Sector were abandoned by him personally. This means that he may have simply explained and reminded us at first that he can provide help anytime and anywhere."

"Although his behavior of dividing national borders is indeed inappropriate, it also shows that he has a natural trust in you and sincerely intends to cooperate with you, so he decided to reveal the psychological expectations and bottom line of both parties first."

"So, after pondering all this, I have a new conjecture."

"Lord Guilliman does not have any ill intentions, but his kindness is also something that ordinary people cannot accept: because all his good intentions contain almost instinctive political thinking, and an overt, aristocratic arrogance and reserve. .”

"It was obviously goodwill, but what he showed was more like charity and reward."

"I think that's probably part of the reason for his bad reputation."

Lana's soft words quickly dissipated in the Hera Castle in the middle of the night, followed by Morgan's deep laughter.

[Rana, my child. 】

[My opinion of you has always been correct: you have two of the rarest talents. You have the eagle eye to see the truth of things, and the courage to tell the truth. 】

[And the latter is countless times more valuable than the former. Even among my brothers, I only know one person who has such courage and stubbornness. 】

"Does this bother you, my lord?"

[No, no, no, no, on the contrary, in front of me, just keep your talent. I will need it very much, but you must also know that in front of outsiders, cover it up, especially resist the second... point. 】

"Yes, my lord, as you wish."

Lana stood there and saluted, until Morgan closed the bedroom door, and he stood in front of the door like a statue.

He will be responsible for the first half of the night's vigil.

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The Lord of Macragge plopped down in front of the cogitator left behind by his adoptive father. He rubbed his temples, thankful that he didn't have much work to do today.

Therefore, after a little thought, Guilliman decided to look through the books given by his blood relatives: According to her, this was only the first gift, and the rest were still on the ship.

The Lord of Macragge actually didn't care about gifts, but the kindness from his blood relatives still made him happy. Therefore, he decided to flip through a few pages first, just as a recreational activity before the formal work.

The thick book was easily held in the palm of the Lord Macragge. He first looked at the cover, and then smelled the fragrance of the ink that had not completely dried up with satisfaction.

The cover of the book is made of a plain cloth. It seems to have been maintained by psychic powers. It is decorated with a gold-gilded coat of arms and has a few large characters written in the silver light.

"Psychic Scripture"

Guilliman saw the name.

He touched these words again and felt the coldness on them.

Finally, when he opened the book, he couldn't help but nodded.

Holy Scripture...

Holy Scripture...

Very nice name.