Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

“An unprecedented army is gathering.”

"From Holy Terra to Ultramar, countless legions and countless fleets responded to the empire's call. They united together, listened to the same order, carried out the same goal, and destroyed the same enemy."

"Here, there are hundreds of thousands of death angels from nine legions, and there are millions of mortal warriors. The believers of Mars walk in the array with warriors made of steel. They are the embodiment of technology and knowledge. Now he is fighting with thoughts and commands that are incomprehensible to ordinary people."

"And what is constantly advancing amidst their mechanical screams are the divine machines driven by countless ancient great knight families. Their power will only be invested in the craziest and most legendary battlefields. As the greatest giants, Fighting and dying as beasts are imprinted in the legendary scrolls that no one will remember."

"They will all die, they will all be immortal."

"I have no doubt that such a powerful force is destined to bring about everything that this galaxy can have: creation, destruction, war, peace, honor, betrayal, victory, and death. This invincible force The power is enough to destroy heaven, subdue empires, turn dynasties and armies into ashes in the blink of an eye, or it can satisfy the wildest and most ambitious ambitions and create great achievements that last for thousands of years."

"Perhaps only the Emperor can control this power, but He assigned the power and crown to his heirs. The commander standing at the forefront is named Leon Jonson, a man who has just emerged from the savage forests and castles. The Primarch who was recovered from the world was given the command scepter of millions of armies before he could even take off his ancient armor. Any of his instructions would determine the fate of countless galaxies and worlds. , any of his will will affect the survival of millions of people."

"I have no right to question or judge the Emperor's will. No one in the Imperium of Man has the right to do so. All I can do is hope and pray, hoping that the sight and will of our Lord will still shine like a torch. I pray that our commander's prowess will be enough to repay the Emperor's favor."

"Leon Jonson, may the Emperor bless him."

————Ester Gurman, Narcissist of the First Legion, enjoyed the Emperor's mercy during the Second Battle of Randan.

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[The Good Knows] carried a hundred Thousand Sons warriors and nine times as many mortals. It set out from the forge world of Ryza near Prospero. Before leaving, it drank enough energy and crossed the vast ocean. Everything he needed, he then headed east and started his journey.

The ship first arrived at the world of Olympia. It stayed on the home planet of the Iron Warriors for three days until the Fourth Legion's expedition fleet was finally assembled. Then it joined this huge void kingdom and rushed to the Milky Way. In the northeast, most of the empire's forces are risking their lives to fight.

The journey in the void was long and empty. The ships of the Sons of Magnus accompanied the Iron Warriors' large fleet through solemn or desolate star systems one after another, shuttling between Mandeville Points countless times. Their footsteps have spread across thousands of worlds and kingdoms, but the scenes they see are the same: all they can see is a night sky with extremely few stars, exuding pure black or mixed colors. Meteors, which look so romantic when viewed from land, are nothing more than misshapen, twisted rocks riddled with holes.

The fleet of the Iron Warriors may be called spectacular and powerful. Whenever they pass through a world, they will cast a terrifying shadow that is enough to make kings cry. However, such fleets have no sense of beauty. They are nothing more than a piece of cake. A blunt combination of steel, these warriors from Olympia worshiped their powerful genetic father, but could not learn from his sensitive and genius inner nature. They could only imitate the appearance of the "Steel Blood" and transform their own battleships. Became a monster on the battlefield.

For Ahriman, seeing these steel coffins without any portholes wrapping his field of vision every day was probably the second most miserable thing in his life.

As for number one...

"I was still too negligent, really."

The leader of the Thousand Sons Expedition sat in his seat, his eyebrows twisted into a painful whirlpool, just like a huge, twisted man-made wound entrenched on his face.

"If I had known we were in Olympia, I should have gone down with you, or reminded them - who knew that no one in this group of guys cares about it, wouldn't they think about it!"

Ahriman was complaining about himself intermittently, and across from him, the theoretical second-in-command of the Thousand Sons Expedition was listening absently. She first simply combed her long hair into a ponytail, and then flipped through her hands. while pouring himself a glass of water.

Yes, since the seventh Terra Standard Day when the Supreme Good Knowledge left the world of Olympia, there has not been even a drop of wine on this ship.

As for the home-brews of the mortal crew and the polar spirits favored by the Iron Warriors, Ahriman would not touch even a drop of it even if he put a bolt gun to his forehead.

Although such worries were not enough to make Ahriman's mentality collapse, it was enough for him to find his mortal friends and complain a few words during the long and boring journey in the starry sky.

And Morgan's answers were always spot on.

[When we arrive at our destination, we may have wine to drink. After all, it is the combat command center for millions of troops and the logistics base for countless armies. 】

"It's hard, I can tell you that."

Having said this, Ahriman's expression became serious.

"The situation on the front line is worse than we imagined. The combined forces of the four Astartes Legions can only barely defend the forging world Shana, which is the core of the front. As for other places, there is no time to take care of it. It is said that there have been reorganized The Titan Legion fell in battle."

[Don’t be so unsure, Ahriman. You and your people can also destroy an army of Titans. 】

Maybe it can't be done.

Ahriman thought so, but when the words came to his lips, he never said them out. One of the proudest sons of Magnus just slowly leaned his body on the seat. After a while, his attention The force then transferred to Morgan's hands.

"What are you looking at?"

[A letter. 】

[I made a pen pal in Olympia. She is a very good person. Although she is not top-notch in terms of knowledge, she has her own opinions and thoughts, and her own ideas about governance and society. 】

Ahriman listened lazily and paid no attention.

Interludes like this are like the cream decoration on a cake, adding a touch of interest to the boring journey. In this mix of boring and interesting situations, the expedition fleet passed through countless newly built interstellar colonies and airports. , and finally plunged into the void at the edge of the galaxy, which was already the limit of the empire of mankind.

It was here that the war broke out.

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Geyimala Starport is a floating miracle.

It was not built by the human empire. The emperor's people do not yet have the ability to create such a wonder. This great void building may be a relic of the golden age of mankind, or it may be the painstaking efforts of some other outstanding intelligent races. However, this does not prevent it from being commandeered by the Dark Angel Legion and becoming a spacious residence for countless war beasts of the empire.

This magnificent star port is built on a huge desert world. The shadow it casts covers almost one-third of the world. However, what is surprising is that there is no connecting channel between the star port and the world. It relies on some exquisite calculations and complex structures to safely stay on the orbit of the death world.

Ahriman and Morgan stood in the huge shadow cast by the stars in the star port. They were amazed by the miracle constructed by numbers and calculations in front of them: Gyemara seemed to connect several star castles to each other. , but it is countless times larger. There are hundreds of warehouses inside, halls that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, corridors based on labyrinths, and even several ancient docks that can repair large ships.

Most of the space in this void kingdom has been completely necrotic, but the remaining small part can still accommodate hundreds of thousands of mortals and warriors. Battleships and transport ships come in and out of its dozens of ports to maintain relations. This important military hub requires huge guards and massive supplies.

"Let's go in."

After patiently waiting for the large fleet of Iron Warriors to gradually disperse and gather together, Ahriman finally gave his order to the captain. Morgan even found that Ahriman at this time was even more different from usual: when he faced the mortal crew At that time, Captain Qianzi exuded an almost innate contempt and majesty.

[The Perfect Knowledge] docked smoothly at a relatively deserted port. Ahriman came down with only Morgan and two of his warriors. When they completely left the ship, there was already a mortal in front of them. The officer awaited them, his clothing embroidered with the insignia of the Dark Angels, indicating which Legion of Astartes he swore allegiance to.

Morgan saw Ahriman frown.

"Legion of the Thousand Sons, Ahriman."

"I think the order I received is to complete the mission handover with Captain Azir of the Dark Angel Legion and send personnel to assist him in the battle. So, may I ask..."

"where is he?"

Faced with Ahriman's question, the mortal in front of him did not show any timid expression. In fact, his face showed a rather strange plainness, which could even be said to be stiff.

"Captain Azir can't come, I'm very sorry."

"Okay, so who do I hand over to?"

"Please wait for notification."

"So how long will it take?"

"Please wait for notification."

Ahriman's frown deepened.

He asked a few more questions in succession, and the only answers he received were a cold sense of ritual.

Morgan could feel a trace of anger aroused in Qianzi's heart, but just before the anger began to burn, a black figure walked over.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

The visitor was wearing standard Dark Angel armor, and his voice was uniquely energetic. The son of Johnson walked in quickly, waved his hand, and asked the official to leave.

"It's a trick of some old men in the Legion. They think it will keep the secret longer."

The visitor showed an apologetic smile, and then he opened his mouth to resolve Ahriman's doubts.

"Captain Azir's fleet has not sent out a signal since thirteen days ago. His last message was that he encountered a huge Randan fleet including combat satellites..."

He said nothing more, because this information was enough for Ahriman to understand everything.

"So, next, I will fight side by side with you?"

Faced with Qianzi's question, Dark Angel just smiled lightly.

"Maybe, it depends on the will of my genetic father, but in this war, we are fighting side by side no matter what, right?"

Ahriman's brow furrowed and he smiled.

"Thousand Sons Legion, Black Crow School, Ahriman."

Qianzi stretched out his hand and was held tightly.

"Dark Angel Legion, Chapter 22, Zahariel."

emmmm, The Lion King is so difficult to write...