Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

My name is A: I am a recruit of the glorious and great Dawnbreaker Legion. I currently belong to the 23rd Company of Captain Hector and serve in the 4th Tactical Team.

At this time, almost five Terran standard years have passed since I officially became a Dawnbreaker: According to Captain Hector, I have passed the test and been promoted from a new blood to a new recruit. .

I was once curious about the difference between new blood and new recruits, but when faced with my question, Captain Hecht just pointed at his own face.

"I'm a new recruit too."

He said.

"???"

"But you are the company commander?"

Facing my surprise, Captain Hecht just smiled kindly, and then pointed at Old Walder next to him.

"Do you know him?"

I nodded: Of course I know Old Wade. On the first day I joined the legion, he took me to the gathering. On weekdays, this battle brother without military rank also likes to repair weapons for each of us. Order pastries or small items or something.

To be honest, if old Walder hadn't had a standard Astartes figure, I would have thought he was a mortal auxiliary: I've never even seen him take part in a battle, that old face always had a smile on his face. Like the old man guarding the kindergarten gate.

And it was such a character. Captain Hecht pointed at him quietly and whispered in my ear with respect.

"Don't you think that when Old Walder distributed ice cream to you, his ice cream buckets were a bit strange? Especially the ones with vanilla and strawberry flavors?"

"..."

I thought for a while: It seems like this is really the case.

"Is there any problem? Company commander?"

Then, I saw Captain Hector reveal an inscrutable smile.

"Let me tell you, recruit: Old Walder has served in the legion for two hundred years. Those ice cream buckets are the heads of ten green-skinned WARBOSS that he personally chopped off before."

"..."

"Why do you think he doesn't take part in the company's operations? People have long looked down on that kind of petty trouble. We need to give you new blood some room to develop. If he participated in every operation, you would still be a There’s new blood.”

"...but...but why doesn't he have a military rank?"

"I'm just too lazy to fight."

The company commander's pupils were a little dim.

"Look at those people over there. They still don't have any military ranks or professional titles. But the two chess players have served before the Emperor. During the Terra Unification War, they took a room full of Medal, and the one who was painting portraits of the mortal assistants was nicknamed the Butcher of Thousand Victories. It is said that even the war dogs thought his fighting posture was too crazy."

"And the senior over there, who is watering the cactus, he is the most powerful of them all: when he went on a business trip to the Catachan Death World, he accidentally got separated in the forest, and he ended up Survived eight days in the uninhabited forest of Catachan and single-handedly found the nearest settlement.”

"It is said that when the Catachan people saw him, they thought it was an evil spirit in the forest that had finally become a spirit and crawled out. The legion had even written an obituary, and he tore it up with his own hands."

"Look at them: each of them has no so-called professional title or title, and there are even very few decorations on their armor. When you walk into their rooms, you will find various medals of honor and victory signs. They have been piled up to the point where they can no longer be placed, and they are even used as wallpaper.”

"And people like this are everywhere in the entire legion: with them here, do you think a guy like me who has served for decades has any right to call himself a veteran?"

"..."

Perhaps seeing my face collapse due to surprise, Captain Hector, who had always been steady and reliable, thought for a moment, patted my end, and comforted me.

"It doesn't matter, recruits. As the saying goes, every legion has its own characteristics. The feature of our legion is that it has many veterans: look at other legions where the original body has returned. Which legion can still have so many Terran veterans?"

"It's a good thing to have so many veterans: at least if you have any questions, you can get the best advice and help, and these seniors who have been fighting for hundreds of years, how can I say, their characters are already quite open-minded. "

"As long as the mother of genes is not involved, these seniors can still discuss everything."

"...Then, what if the mother of genes is involved?"

"..."

The company commander smiled at me and didn't answer.

"I said, you'd better not care about this kind of thing for now, kid: Have you finished your [Night Watcher]? Do you want my help?"

"Ah...the Night Watcher."

At this point, I remembered that my Night Watcher was actually not finished yet.

"This...not yet."

"Is there any difficulty?"

Captain Hecht smiled at me.

"If that doesn't work, I can lend you my Night Watch for reference."

"..."

"No, thank you for your kindness, Captain."

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The so-called [Night Watcher] is a novel object that has been circulated in the legion for some time: it can be a statue or a doll-like creation. Battle brothers will place it on the bedside. , and believe that this behavior will bring good sleep and good luck.

After all, all [Night Watchers] are shaped in the image of our genetic mother, and each battle brother will also personally create his own [Night Watcher]: perhaps because of this, the [Night Watcher] in the legion 】There are all kinds of strange shapes, ranging from a helmeted Valkyrie to a three or four-meter-tall female giant.

There are some that are even more evil: for example, a blue-skinned witch with four arms, an underage mortal woman who looks less than one meter tall, or a... chubby cat?

It is said that it is even carved into a piece of stone.

…

My battle brothers have such a weird aesthetic.

Of course, none of the above is as strange as Captain Hector's [Night Watch]. Although he is very nice and helpful to me, and is an absolutely good commander, I really can't say anything about his aesthetic attainments. lie.

after all……

The [Night Watcher] that Captain Hector said he carved with his own hands looked exactly like the Primarch.

how to say……

Whenever I see it, I always feel that it is very similar to the WARBOSS that almost strangled me to death during a certain combat mission.

Yes, that statue looks like a greenskin.

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By the way, there are still some rumors among the legion: It is said that some people actually call the sacred [Night Watcher] that we shaped with our own hands to express our respect for the mother of genes [Mother Pillow].

"..."

To be honest, I can't imagine what kind of poor bastard with no imagination would come up with such a ridiculous name: even the savages like the Moon Wolf wouldn't be so uneducated.

It is said that the Chief Guard Rana has already sent people to search for the source of this rumor, hoping that the unlucky guy will not be beaten too badly.

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Speaking of Rana, I heard an interesting thing recently.

Rana is very busy: it is said that he is currently busy posting hero posts in the legion, summoning various archaeological experts, stealth combat masters and even assassin troops in the legion, gathering together, and seem to be conspiring to do something big.

No one knows what his purpose is, and no one dares to ask: Mr. Rana has a very high reputation in the legion. After all, Mr. Marshall and Mr. Bayar do not care much. Everyone is used to it. The command is regarded as the will of the primarch.

Everyone is speculating on what big thing Mr. Rana is going to do by gathering so many heroes: some say that Rana is going to take them to find a primarch who has not yet returned, and some say that they are going to assassinate an Greenskin Empire. Some people say that Rana summoned these people to form a new Primarch Guard, because our Gene Mother has been designated by the Emperor as the Warmaster of the Empire!

Captain Hecht scorned all of this. He once revealed to me in a private conversation that he had obtained the most reliable inside information: Lord Rana summoned such an elite force to go to a place. Perform a secret mission in a mysterious world and bring back a treasure of great significance to the mother of genes.

"What treasure is it?"

I couldn't wait to ask.

The company commander just smiled mysteriously.

"Believe me: that must be a precious STC inherited from ancient times and containing mysterious dessert making machine technology!: This is what the mother of our genes needs most!"

"..."

To be honest, I don’t really believe this guess. The main reason is...

"Does the original body like to eat desserts? I see that she maintains such a good figure. She must pay great attention to her diet. Maybe she has a particularly light taste?"

This idea made Captain Hecht think about it quite seriously.

"Um……"

"It's not impossible."

"After all, as far as I know, based on the average level of the Primarch, our genetic mother is very light: her weight may not even be as much as ours, and even if she is sitting on us, she will not Too heavy."

"..."

"Why are you so sure of this? Your Excellency, Company Commander?"

"..."

Captain Hector was silent for a moment.

"Because...cough!"

"Because I am her most valued child!"

"Um?"

"That's right! That's it!"

The company commander patted me on the shoulder, showing his shining white teeth.

"Believe me, brother: Even if I am still a little far behind a legend like Mr. Bayar, but if, I mean if, our genetic mother discusses with her brothers, who is the most interesting to her? As for a proud heir, believe me, I will definitely be ranked ahead of Rana and Bayar.”

"What do you think?"

He smiled at me, confident.

"..."

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I don't think it's possible.

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But I didn't say it.

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A few days after this conversation, around the time our fleet began to leave the Caliban system, my [Night Watch] was almost ready: in the habit of Captain Hector and the other brothers in the company, Instead of making my Night's Watch the most popular doll or pendant in the Legion, I made it a statue.

My statue is much better than Captain Hector's: at least, I made my mother's streamlined figure, long silver hair, blue pupils, white wings, three-meter long legs and the golden halo behind her back. .

Although this statue is different from any Night Watcher in the legion, I can still be 100% sure that my Night Watchman is the true appearance of the Mother of Genes: For this reason, I will not give it every time in the psychic lectures. If you are absent, even if you are standing to listen to the lecture, you must be online the entire time.

Those psionic troops thought I was obsessed with the knowledge of the warp.

But the only drawback is that my Night Watch statue may have to wait a while before it can be painted: after all, the most important silver paint used to paint the long hair has been out of stock in the entire Dawnbreaker Legion.

The impact of this shortage can be said to be very large. After all, silver paint has always been one of the most important munitions of the entire Second Army. The logistics department run by mortal assistants was once besieged by the company commanders: due to genetic The mother repeatedly ordered not to harm mortals, and there are indeed many of our friends among those mortal assistants. Therefore, the company commanders finally chose a unified sit-in tactic and raised slogans to protest against the inefficient operation of the logistics department.

Among them, Captain Hecht was especially vicious: he painted Conrad's face on his placard, which also featured skewers of Turkish barbecue.

I don’t know what the allusion is: anyway, those mortals in the logistics department looked really frightened.

Things soon came to fruition: there was indeed no corruption in the logistics department. They meticulously purchased a large amount of silver paint, and then all these paints were taken away by the Iron Warrior task force stationed in the legion.

I really don't understand how one company of them used up 100,000 barrels of silver paint.

With such doubts, I dispersed with the protest team, and said goodbye to Captain Hecht halfway: and just as I was about to approach my lounge, a battle brother passed me by.

There was something pungent about him.

"Wait, brother."

I turned around and called him.

"What's wrong?"

He also turned around, without wearing a helmet, and looked at me with a normal expression. Then, I chatted with him for a few words and found no problem: although I was still confused, I did not continue to consume his time.

It wasn't until we said goodbye that I finally thought about what was wrong: the color of the battle brother's armor didn't seem to be the silvery white commonly used by the Dawnbreakers, but a darker color.

It feels like applying a light layer of silver paint on gray or black. It won't cover up the original color too much, but it can also achieve a superficial self-deception.

but……

What's the point of doing this?

and……

When did the Dawnbreaker Legion have such a short battle brother with a strange Olympian accent?

"..."

Strange things have increased.