Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"There are many little secrets in the Dawnbreaker Legion."

"But these little secrets themselves are not a secret."

"I knew from the beginning that there were some little secrets in our Second Legion. They were not only important enough, dangerous enough, ancient enough, and crazy enough. They were imprisoned in a cage made of blood and tears."

“They still exist to this day.”

"But within the legion, the secret itself is not a secret, or in other words, it is a shared secret: when everyone knows that there is an important secret in the legion, they will involuntarily become protectors. , any prying that crosses the line will be so eye-catching."

"In the past, before the Primarch returned, we relied on this method to protect our secrets, and with the return of the Primarch: we no longer have secrets, and we no longer protect secrets."

"Instead, we set out to protect the treasures that belong to the mother of genes."

"Although they are actually the same thing, there is still a difference: now, those terrifying existences no longer belong to the Dawnbreaker Legion. They are the private wealth that belongs to our genetic mother and belongs to Morgan alone."

"No one is unhappy about it."

"After all, we belong to her too."

"This reality makes us happy."

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"..."

He can't eat anymore.

When Hector slowly swallowed the thirty-sixth piece of Aconme sorbet, he finally felt a hint of thick sweetness in his throat, which stopped his big hand from reaching for the thirty-seventh piece.

The captain of the 23rd company of the Dawnbreaker Legion felt a little regretful about this. He looked at the few remaining delicacies on the dinner plate, thinking about whether to put them in his refrigerator or repackage them as gifts. Give it to someone else.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the pursuit of sweets made Morgan's pride start to pack these pastries. He opened his personal refrigerator with skill and skill, and carefully avoided the middle compartment: there were precious things in it. Apple peaches, the temperature of this fruit must be kept accurately below 18 and a half degrees, otherwise it will rot in an instant.

After placing the pastries properly, Hector clapped his hands happily and returned to his solid bed. While wiping the dark green war blade, Hector secretly counted the passage of time in his heart.

It's almost time.

As the clock ticked to the appointed moment, the tallest Dawnbreaker stood up and slowly walked towards the door of the room: almost at the same time, a polite knock on the door broke the door. The original silence in the room.

"coming."

Hecht responded, his voice changing over the years, from the slightly naive and nervous pretense of seriousness to something truly calm and sophisticated, complementing his resolute face: According to those who are the most Veteran Dawnbreakers said that Hector's voice when issuing orders is reminiscent of the equally serious Dark Angel Lord.

Morgan's favorite son had no feeling for such roundabout praise: in the Legion, some people said that every move of Rana, the Primarch's Praetorian Guard, made people feel like Rogal Dorn, the Lord of the Seventh Legion.

But for some reason, Lana, who had followed the Spider Queen and met with the Lord of Invite, after hearing these words, actually spent a lot of energy to find the original initiator of the rumor, and then involuntarily mentioned it Dragged into the arena.

On that day, all the Dawnbreakers in the arena once again knew why Rana became the Chief Guard: Although no one knew why he was so angry.

Of course, Hector is indifferent to these rumors. He is also a relatively reserved character: just like his love for sweets, he has actually hidden it very well because he thinks it is nothing. A habit that fits the image of a warrior is a bad habit that will be ridiculed.

Until one day, when the captain of the 23rd company met with his genetic mother alone, he saw with his own eyes how the Spider Queen was communicating with him while slowly and elegantly finishing three portions of pineapple pie.

From that day on, Hector's sweet tooth became more and more rampant.

Thinking of this, Hector couldn't help but laugh, and then opened the door. Unsurprisingly, he saw Cortez's rough face, completely occupied by a beard.

"Is the matter done?"

Hector asked, and the captain of the fifth company who answered him nodded silently.

"Most of the [cargo] has been unloaded and stored. The rest are some second-level or even third-level experimental items that don't need to be kept secret. You can come and take a look, Hector, this is Your power."

The commander of the 23rd company, the escort commander of this confidential transportation operation, thought carefully for a while and then nodded.

"I see."

As a result, the two Dawnbreaker company commanders left the corridor side by side and came to the command room overlooking most of the galaxy. A huge fortune teller occupied about one-third of the entire room. It was displaying It shows a busy scene: Dawnbreaker's transport planes shuttle back and forth on the track of a deserted world, transporting their cargo, and above their heads is a huge ancient wonder that the Dawnbreakers call [Blackstone Fortress].

“When our Gene Mother transported these ancient world killers back to the Avalon sector, she was thinking about a question: In addition to causing death and destruction on the most critical battlefields, these huge war weapons also What other uses could it have?”

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, Cortes checked the situation on the ground in detail through the fortune teller, while explaining to the junior next to him whom he was very optimistic about: But unfortunately, he needs to be raised high. Only with his hand could he barely touch Hector's shoulder, which made his self-reliant senior image collapse a little.

Why is this kid so tall? He's almost like the Ogryn of the Astartes.

"The original body has been thinking for a while, and the first way she came up with is our current task: through the unique properties and skills of Blackstone Fortress, we can keep the entire galaxy extremely stable, and there will be almost no Any risks related to subspace, and such a galaxy is very suitable for large-scale warehousing operations, especially for placing dangerous goods involving subspace."

"The Primarch carefully selected this system: it is very remote. Although it is right next to the Avalon system, there is only one stable subspace route to get here: and that route must pass through our heavily guarded The Avalon system serves as a necessary transit point."

"It's just a natural warehouse."

"So, we came and placed our most dangerous items in this relatively safe place, both in terms of the real universe and subspace: of course, those items have a huge effect on war. The mature products must be kept with the army, and the ones that can be placed here are time bombs that can kill people."

"If they do blow up one or two of them: the galaxy is gone."

Cortez's originally relaxed tone suddenly changed here and became a little gloomy, which made Hector's mood become cautious. But when he looked through the fortune teller and saw the [big guy being transported] on the surface ], he still felt some curiosity.

"What is that? It actually requires a Rand to tow it?"

"Ah, that..."

Cortes looked at the mysterious metal creation several meters high and was silent for a moment.

"That's a metal mannequin handed down from the dark technological age."

"But its appearance and image don't look like humans or even primates at all."

"...Well, that's postmodern style."

Cortes waved his hand, stopping Hector's attempts to ask more questions.

"Don't ask any more, Hector: you just need to know that we will activate this guy and its kind only when facing an opponent at the level of the Primarch. You know, on Holy Terra, but The Dark Angels and Custodes joined forces to assist us, and we were able to capture these dishonest nightmares from the past."

"I'd rather they sleep forever and hope we never have to use them."

Hearing this, Hector could only nod.

They continued to discuss and consult, and there were some secrets in their words that could only be spread among the veterans of Terra: Ever since the Lord of Avalon showed his obvious favor for Hector, Cortes had brought this tallest Dawn The warrior regarded him as his successor and cultivated all aspects of him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes, there are actually some STCs in that box... No, you have to swear to me that no matter how critical the situation is, you will never give them to any member of the Mechanicus. If there is no other way, give them to The Dark Angels, or the Custodes, but not the Mechanicus."

"As for what's in that box... it's a way to implement the final measure against some worlds at certain necessary moments, but its scope of influence is the entire galaxy, so you'd better choose a long-range delivery method, or one that's completely trustworthy. The kamikaze."

"You ask about the most dangerous one... No, that existence is not in our hands now. During the Terran Unification War, we and the Dark Angels escorted it together, but it almost escaped and destroyed the entire Terra. La: In the end, the Emperor and the Seal Master personally took action and sealed that thing somewhere...I don’t know what it was called either. This aspect of the matter has gone through memory erasure surgery."

Cortez's talk sounds like some kind of absurd fantasy story, but Hector, who has done some research on the past of the Dawnbreaker Legion, knows very well that the words of the fifth company captain are not false.

As one of the Emperor's former death scavengers, perhaps only these veterans of Terra, who are still struggling to survive in the galaxy and are used to being silent most of the time, truly know what the Lord of Mankind's methods are.

"But that has nothing to do with us anymore. Now, the only scavengers are the Dark Angels... You mean Space Wolves? Don't be kidding. The military police are not for killing people. Their so-called power can only last until the gate of the military court. .”

Cortes smiled contemptuously.

They continued to chat, from the Space Wolves to the Dark Angels, and from the Dark Angels to the Dawnbreaker Legion itself. Then, their words began to turn to the most popular rumors of the Legion.

"I heard that our Gene Mother plans to transform the organizational structure of the legion, right?"

Faced with Cortez's question, Hector just nodded.

"Yes, she asked me if there was a need for this, but I think that the original body has actually decided to carry out an organizational structure change within the legion: she seems to want to imitate the characteristics of the Dark Angel Legion and create Some…unique structure?”

"Ah...the Six Wings, or the Heavenly Army."

Cortes laughed.

"I don't know what name our genetic mother plans to use. The word [wing] does have a very good artistic conception, but it's a pity that it has already been used. And our primarch, only in terms of naming..."

The two company commanders glanced at each other and showed tacit smiles.

"Perhaps she can ask Mr. Zhuang Sen for advice?"

"The Dark Angel Legion is still on the other side of the galaxy. They are in another world."

"How do we meet them?"

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"Found them!"

"We found them!"

The reconnaissance fleet, the navigator, and the fortune teller all sang at the same time. From the humblest boat in the entire legion to the glorious "Indomitable Truth", the same passionate music played the same song of victory.

After countless sacrifices, amid endless obituaries, on the sea of ​​corpses piled up by thousands of burning worlds, accompanied by a series of steps that alternated between reckless, calm, quick and silent, The deepest darkness of the Glory Queen-class battleship was torn apart, the net accumulated by countless suspicions and twitches was shattered, and all obstacles were removed, just to let the noble horn rush all the way into the greatest knight In the regimental hall.

"grown ups!"

Coswayne almost forgot about the strict interests he was supposed to abide by. He pushed open the door of the command room. His always calm face was now covered with sweat beads of excitement, and the look he was used to The throat that ordered thousands of troops actually trembled slightly at this time.

"We found them! My lord!"

"Ran Dan's home planet!"

"On the northwest border! A reconnaissance fleet discovered it! They tried their best to cover a ship and returned to our fleet, and conveyed the news to us! There are also the most accurate coordinates!"

"It's time to end it, my lord!"

The voice that was so excited that it trembled reverberated in the room like a horn, illuminating every silent rock and steel shield. Finally, under the chorus of countless lanterns, it reached the great figure sitting high on the throne.

"I see."

Zhuang Sen opened his eyes. His pupils were as cold as wild beasts. There was no emotion that could make people feel warm at all, enough to make thousands of burning worlds fall into ice caves.

"Akao..."

"I'm here! Sir!"

"Inform all the knight commanders in the fleet to come here to assemble and convene the highest-level legion meeting. I will only give them half a Terran standard hour to assemble."

"I'll inform you right away, sir!"

"In addition, gather our fleet, gather all the dispatched fleets, gather all the remaining troops in the rear, and abandon all the stations. We need to maximize our concentration of strength."

"Then those worlds..."

"If you lose it, just hit it again."

"clear."

"..."

Jonson nodded, he closed his eyes, but did not ask Coswayne to leave, as if he was thinking about some important issue, and just before the Lion King raised his head in confusion, he heard something from A sigh from the King of Knights.

"One more thing, Akao."

Zhuang Sen opened his eyes again, and in his cold pupils, a bright light symbolizing trust flashed, so dazzling.

"Gathering our allies."

"Summon her: you know who it is."