Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In the vast void, the war is silent and inaudible.

The disappearance of air means that the transmission medium no longer exists. The extremely low temperature and minimal molecular activity make it impossible to mention vibration frequencies such as sound waves.

Therefore, even the movements of planetary orbits, changes in nebula vortices, the gravitational devouring of huge black holes, or the rain of sparks caused by interstellar dust collisions are just quiet mimes, played out in the eternal coldness. The vastness that no one cares about.

But from another perspective, in the void, war is also noisy: not only can it be heard by all witnesses, it is also thunderous and shocking.

The vast and great fleet comes from several powerful Astartes legions, from Holy Terra and Avalon, from Caliban and Fenris. The Iron Dynasty composed of them has already been able to complete the literal Even the most massive planets are nothing but dust in their shadows. They can only tremble to witness a catastrophe that can change the fate of the galaxy, and even every second of this catastrophe. Bells are more valuable than the hundreds of millions of years of life of these earth, rocks and rubble.

And metal crazes like this are themselves nothing more than bargaining chips in a greater war: they are not even chess pieces that can be taken seriously, with decades of glorious resume and tens of millions of people. Loyal sailors are nothing more than low-level consumables no different from scrap metal.

Life is the emperor's currency: and here is the greatest printing press.

In the darkest gloom, the gunfire of battleships is more brilliant than Wagner's opera. Blood and sacrifice appear every moment, heroic actions sing every second, and steel behemoths become dazzling every minute. Piles of casualties were reported in the fireworks, but very few battleships were withdrawn from the front line: because all the captains were more inclined to ram directly into them and carry out a final desperate assault. For the cry of the Emperor, even It broke through the shackles of the cold void and echoed in everyone's ears.

Those giant warships that are rarely seen on weekdays are rushing towards the darkness in front of the battle line, but no one still knows what is there, because no one has been able to come back alive from there: several battleship formations have all been sacrificed. , there are ten times more battleship formations fighting, and more steel giants are preparing to join the battlefield immediately.

And on those secondary follow-up fronts where confrontation and cleansing are ongoing, large-scale gang-hopping and anti-kicking gang operations are also going on non-stop. Countless void vehicles and landing torpedo boats are either fighting or fighting. It was a collision, lasers and missiles, and the fragments of the losers spread all over every inch of space as far as the eye could see. Even if the landing was successful, the lives of these early climbers would only be measured in hours or even minutes, because they would not Any requests for help will be listened to: everyone is busy taking care of themselves, and dying together has become the best tactic. The next gang-hopping battle will be in three minutes, and the volley of light spears against the same target will be in ten minutes. The Emperor will protect those who are brave.

And on those fronts that have been in close combat, the Astartes warriors are disappearing in companies. Countless glorious orders and ancient units have fallen one after another. Even the prestigious Knight Commanders and Wolf Lords cannot escape. Once dead, the fate of mortals can only be trapped in the damp and dark passages, becoming insignificant dust.

On the edge of the most anxious battlefields, the elders of the First Legion are debating whether to release certain [violating] ancient beings: once these things are released, even as veterans of Terra, they will definitely be Qiu Hou will settle the accounts, but if they don't do this, then they and everyone behind them probably won't be able to wait for the day of being judged.

And debates like this tend to end quickly, because everyone knows the only truth about this war: all means should be tried and all evil deeds should be encouraged as long as they are effective.

Therefore, along with those roars of blasphemy or ancient hatred, the secrets of the First Legion were released a little in the unknown blood, and the entire galaxy took an absolute step towards the purgatory on earth.

And at the end of this purgatory, at the deepest point of the entire front, those [Queens of Glory] who are as great as the empire are guarding their respective lords, fighting for their lives with evenly matched opponents, and no one knows them. Whatever the outcome of the battle, everything can only depend on the nobility of courage and the Emperor's blessing.

At this moment, fate lifted its veil and showed its cruel and just face to everyone: no one can survive on such a battlefield, not even the Primarch, but must do it for his descendants and for what he cherishes. Things, even risking everything he has for himself.

What greeted them was only the wild laughter and roars of the evil gods in the supreme sky, and the anxious and violent roars of countless demons and unborn people on the other side of the curtain: even the existences in the subspace are fighting for this. They feel angry and panic about the war, and no one even knows what the reason for their panic is.

Even Morgan didn't know: of course, she had no time to care.

As early as the moment the war began, the Primarchs of the Second Legion had already embarked on a journey to another dimension: in addition to the Alpha Legion, which maintained a high sense of mystery and independence, whether it was the Dawnbreakers, Dark Angels or Space Wilders, The wolves are throwing all their circumstances onto the [Goddess of Dawn].

Jonson and Leman Russ had already led their respective guards, roaring and rushing into the bloodiest and craziest meat grinders, and Morgan had no right to accuse them of risking their lives by absenteeism, because the front line was The front end is indeed constantly pushing towards the final goal because of the fierce battle between the Lion King and the Wolf King.

As for the price...

Morgan's eyes glanced at the [Important Casualty Report] that she had left with her and updated the latest data from time to time: Whether it was the Five Hundred, the Deathwing, the Paladin or the Wolf Guard, they were all reporting with heartbreaking results. They fell on their respective battlefields at a rapid speed. The five Terran veterans who first followed Jonson to join the gang have all died in the line of duty, and the personal guards around Leman Russ have also changed for at least three rounds. Six knights have lost their lives. Without their knight captain, the four wild wolf companies elected the new wolf master in the chaos. As for the glorious veterans who impressed Morgan, they were like bullet casings rolling all over the ground, leaving only the remains of those who fought hard to death. A flickering moment.

In the 30th Terran standard hour since the beginning of this war, the anxiety and madness of the war situation had risen to an unprecedented level: Morgan no longer even paid attention to the casualty figures of the Dawnbreaker Legion, when those names that were very familiar to her appeared. During the report, the Lord of Avalon, who could clearly explain the experiences represented by each name, could only wave his hand casually, unable to even spare an inch of his eyes to these company commanders among the Dawnbreakers. , high-ranking military officers, and Terran veterans.

Only the most important names could leave fragments in her mind: Bayar's company had suffered one-third casualties, and the champion swordsman was rarely injured, losing his former grace and calmness.

During one of the most difficult assaults, Hecht was mistaken for an armored vehicle and was directly hit by a large-caliber artillery shell. He had to be dragged to the rear for surgery, and his company was left with only the most basic elements. combat effectiveness.

Even the Old Guards commanded by Lana, leaving a minimum of guards behind, went out with all their strength, and reluctantly repelled a suicide landing on the legion's flagship: this was an almost impossible mission from a numerical point of view. It was an arduous task to complete, but the Guard Chief and his soldiers were the last mobile force of the legion.

As for other reserve forces: There is no reserve force. All the Dawnbreaker companies have been dispatched. The originally scheduled general reserve status was torn to pieces the moment they entered the battlefield. Otherwise, The empire's crusade army simply cannot withstand the current battle line, nor can it fight against those extremely depraved opponents.

【……】

In fact, Morgan didn't even want to call these things "opponents". They lacked all the elements of being an opponent, and they were not a majestic force that fought with quality and courage: these were deployed by the Primarch No. 11 in the final battle. The [Fleet] on the defense line is just a group of indescribable biological cults. They are monsters driven by steel, flesh, collective consciousness and hive mind. They are different from anything the empire has encountered before. opponent.

From the appearance point of view, these hostile fleets can even be called "neat". They are nothing more than the legacy of the former Eleventh Legion and various forces in the empire, mixed with countless from other pocket empires and even aliens. Ships, coupled with some newly built fleets, formed a ragtag group of people: Morgan had already seen the chain battleships of the Randan Empire, the green-skinned garbage ships, and even a large Eldar Ark. It is a behemoth that requires the [Unyielding Truth] and [Hrafnkel] to join forces to deal with it. The war surrounding it alone is enough to consume one-third of the entire Dark Angel Legion's active strength, including Jonson himself.

But in the cabins of these warships of different shapes, a certain unsettling uniformity emerged: almost every warship cast a huge shadow in the subspace, and various murmurs clearly appeared. Now in the mind of every psyker who tries to explore them, there are hundreds of mixed wails and lamentations in different languages, just like the void engine of every battleship: and human words are just one of them. That’s all.

Morgan even took a moment to explore one of the battleships: the truth inside almost made the Spider Queen, who used Comorian torture videos as a daily pastime, spit it out, and even felt it in her soul. Really trembling, her will heard the anger of the Chaos Gods in her ears.

Morgan roared, sending her orders into the minds of every Primarch and Astartes she could contact, ordering them with the most vicious curse that they must never delve into the truth about those battleships: she didn't even care This kind of psychic storm will cause irreparable scars on the minds of the recipients.

And while she was doing these haggard actions, the whispers from the deepest part of the Supreme Heaven also appeared so clearly in Morgan's ears. All four gods seemed to be crowded around her at this moment. The surging subspace storm in the deepest part of the Dead Stars gave these super-standard beings a chance to exert their will. So, they surrounded the Spider Queen, using the angriest roars and the most seductive whispers to express their wishes. She imposed an order that seemed unbelievable.

Khorne fell into true rage, Nurgle abandoned his mercy, Tzeentch's voice even sounded sincere, and Slaanesh was as calm as an Ultramarine: Unusually, the gods united, and As if they were brothers of the same blood, they roared at Morgan together, ordering her to kill the brother who had gone astray, ordering her to completely eliminate the existence hidden in the deepest part of the galaxy, ordering her to find him , kill him, eat him: if Morgan could do it, they would never begrudge the greatest boon among the stars.

The roar of the gods set off huge waves in the subspace, and the endless storms directly flooded the galaxy, forming a high wall that no one could escape from. Those warships that got too close were even directly involved Among them, tens of thousands of warriors and [enemies] were thrown into the time flow that even Morgan could not guess, and they were never seen again.

And such tragedies are only negligible losses in the war, as if Morgan can block the storm of the gods in her ears at this moment: after all, it is just pure anger and panic fear, not those in the past. The carefully constructed whispers and traps are really easy to deal with.

The Lord of Avalon can even boldly make a conjecture. This time, the four gods are serious. They are really afraid of what the Eleventh Primarch has done in the center of the galaxy. They are really hoping. The empire's crusade troops were able to win this battle. Their roars echoed in the halls of the highest heaven for a long time. In addition to the raging storms, they seemed to be responded to by endless legions of demons thirsting for blood and blood. The groans of murder.

This seems to point to an unpredictable ending, a friendship that may lend a helping hand to the empire: But Morgan has no time to think about this, because as long as she stops for even a second, the endless documents and reports will be completely destroyed. Submerged in her, she could only fight eternally with these cold, blood-oozing figures, and witness the bleeding front advancing bit by bit.

All of this is like a game, a slow, cold lattice game that no one can change the speed of. The flow of blood and the fall of the giant ship are just the smallest turning points, except to mark the passage of time. Outside, it's almost useless.

The Spider Queen couldn't even lament this matter: even under the joint onslaught of the Lion King, the Wolf King, and even Alpha and Konrad, the largest orc garbage ships, Randan's chain battleship and the Eldar Ark had all been destroyed. There was a ball of brilliant sparks, but new opponents were constantly emerging in the shadows, endlessly, with no end in sight.

It seems that behind every enemy wave is the dim planet that they regard as their ultimate goal, but they can never get there. Just like the ancient Terrans looking up at the moon, they are so close, but they can't reach it. I can only sigh with emotion.

But now, the Primarch didn't even have time to express emotion, because there was another new report, relying on its highest level of authority, directly hitting the Spider Queen's face. It was a message from Zhuang Sen. , the voice is cold and old, and people can immediately think of the deep appearance of Caliban.

"I found it! That ship! That Queen of Glory, the Queen of Glory class battleship that that madman and his legion once considered the flagship of the Legion! There it is, with a host of equally blasphemous ships. !”

"They did not launch an active attack on us, but were stationed there: I can see the satellite that is the center of their defense, and I can also see their planet: I can guarantee you, Morgan, this must be His last line of defense in space!”

"Gather all the power you can muster, Morgan. I need them. Help me contact that unknown brother Alpharius. I need his power now. There is no need to contact Leman Russ. He and him All the warriors are by my side."

Then, in addition to Zhuang Sen's dry and cold voice, an excited wolf howl sounded as evidence of the Lion King's words: Leman Russ seemed not to be disturbed by this bloody war at all, even if Across the vast void, the vitality and optimism in his voice also brought a long-lost smile to Morgan's face, but this smile quickly disappeared at the same speed because Morgan did not hear Conrad's words. sound.

You know, in the previous communications, Midnight Ghost always competed with Zhuangson for the communicator: of course, only after all the emergency information was notified, the cold joke resounded in Morgan. next to the ear.

"Conrad..."

Speaking of this brother, the lion of Caliban seemed to spit on the ground.

"Don't worry, he is still alive, and he kills more crazily than anyone else. The wolves in Leman Russ have even begun to admire him: remember to leave a commendation for Conrad, Morgan, he is the first Those who boarded the Eldar Ark.”

[Understood, Zhuang Sen, is there anything else? 】

Morgan took a deep breath, and she felt that the spine on her back seemed to have a long-lost soreness.

"Not yet. Hurry up and do what I asked you to do as quickly as possible. I don't want to continue fighting this damn war for a moment. Let it all end."

[That’s right, Johnson. 】

[Let all this end: You and your team should not engage in gang-hopping operations for now, and leave the Queen of Glory to me. 】

"do what?"

[Too much blood has been shed in this war between me and my legion. 】

Morgan licked the corners of his mouth.

[And this great battleship, just think of it as the small interest I charge. 】

[Remember, Jonson: from this moment on, that ship is mine. 】