Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The so-called Ran Dan is not so much a tyrannical and barbaric alien civilization, but rather a criminal alliance composed of several powerful opponents. It is a giant snake Hydra with countless heads. Whenever you think you have killed When all its vicious onslaught is gone, it will emerge from the darkness more legions of blasphemies."

"For now, we have found different opponents on the battlefield with Ran Dan, including Ran Dan, the Bone Eater, the Brain Eater, and the worm alien Schloss. In addition, Ran Dan is also a big A large-scale slave-owning race, they will drive large numbers of alien races and even human slaves into the battlefield to serve as cannon fodder that consumes the defenders' ammunition and energy."

"According to the information we uncovered, Ran Dan's tactics have not changed much over the years: their army commander is named [War Commander], and each [War Commander] has different powers and commands thousands of Ten thousand troops and cannon fodder slaves, and under the [Warmaster] are the elite warriors of the Randan race [Overlords]. [Overlords] are extremely difficult opponents. Their brutal strength and combat experience are comparable to Asta They are the best among special forces, and their weapons and equipment are even stronger."

"In most cases, Randan is accustomed to sending their elite warriors [overlords] to drive massive slave armies to attack the front. This kind of attrition battle sometimes even lasts for several days, while their main force will be in [ Under the leadership of the War Commander, they are waiting for opportunities, looking for opportunities to kill with one blow. However, once the army commander is killed, the morale of Ran Dan's army will suffer a very serious blow, and there may even be a brief rout. .”

"In addition, Ran Dan is also quite good at some unique tactics, such as the large-scale use of drones, and they can also control a celestial-level artificial war satellite. This kind of weapon consists of millions of Controlled by slaves controlled by their nerves, their intimidating power in void battles is comparable to that of the Queen of Glory."

"In addition to these terrifying war machines, Randan's elite warriors are also opponents that cannot be underestimated. They are almost taller than the Astartes, full of savagery and cunning, very rich in combat experience, and do not mind using all kinds of despicable methods. To achieve victory, these [Overlords] are also very well-equipped. Their guns and armor contain some technologies that we cannot explain for the time being. On this basis, almost every [Ran Dan] Overlord will be equipped with a private void. Shield to protect yourself."

"When fighting these beasts, please be sure to destroy their heads or completely separate their limbs from their trunks. Otherwise, please do not relax your vigilance. Their body structure is different from that of humans. Fatal wounds to the throat and chest cannot kill them quickly, and to be honest...the fighting will of these [overlords] is truly amazing."

"Destroy their heads with chainswords, shatter their limbs with explosives, and if possible, trample their chests until their original form is no longer visible - trying to kill a Ran Dan [Overlord], this is the safest way.”

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Zahariel's voice wandered around the room. The cheerful Dark Angel was now raising his face with great seriousness, telling the person in front of him bit by bit the information that the terrible opponent was allowed to pass on. Two guests.

Ahriman and Morgan sat opposite him. The two representatives of the Thousand Sons Legion focused most of their energy on listening and remembering this knowledge, while the remaining small part passed through the porthole and came to the pale and In a deserted world.

Morgan was serious, but Ahriman was a little distracted.

Sabis 4, this is the name of this extremely desolate world. As the name suggests, it is the fourth world in this cluster of stars called the Sabis galaxy. It is also the only one in this galaxy that allows humans to barely carry out colonization activities. Although this world only has barren fresh water, foul-smelling creatures, a small amount of minerals, and endless winds and deserts, the only Sabis River that runs through the continent has also become the name of the galaxy.

Before the war began, there was only one mining organization with less than thirty people stationed on Sabis 4. However, since the invasion wave of Randan aliens began to appear and disappear in nearby galaxies, the Sabis galaxy He was also involved in this war and became an insignificant footnote in the empire's long eastern defense line.

A mortal legion that had already been defeated in the Shana War and suffered heavy losses was dispatched here and became a better-than-nothing defender. And these, these miserable mortals welcomed a group of unexpected guests.

"The 23rd Kranos Regiment... I remember their name was this, right?"

Ahriman yawned idly, showing no concern for these talentless mortals.

[Yes, the data shows that they were defeated in the stalemate stage of the Shana battle. Although they have replenished their troops, their combat effectiveness is no longer trustworthy. 】

"An army that can't even be considered a mortal auxiliary army, its combat effectiveness is not trustworthy enough."

Ahriman's eyes passed through the porthole, and finally rested on the rather shining Mandeville Point in the corner of the Sabis galaxy. He turned his head and glanced at Zahariel.

"That thing is why we're here?"

"That's right."

Zahariel nodded.

"There is a Mandeville Point that has never been discovered before, and it is so huge that it can enter and exit a huge fleet. The purpose of our coming here is to confirm all this, and if necessary, we need to leave enough defense force. .”

Ahriman touched his chin, feeling the sleepiness that almost spread to his whole body.

"If it's so important, why do we act now?"

Dark Angel laughed helplessly.

"A mechanical bishop in Shana World noticed it when he was out on inspection. However, when he returned to Shana World, he soon died in the war, and his colleagues had a little doubt about the ownership of the inheritance... …Minor disagreements that were not resolved until recently.”

"Then they discovered this when they were sorting through the information, so we came along."

Zahariel spoke very seriously, but the listeners were not very engaged.

Ahriman kept yawning. He had not rested for a long time. During these days, he continued to assign his Thousand Sons warriors to ensure that they would successfully reach the corresponding Dark Angel company.

In the chaos and complexity caused by the Randan War, this is not an easy task. Ahriman often cannot even trust the Legion's communications, and can only determine the identity of each Thousand Sons warrior through time-consuming and laborious psychic information transmission. Condition.

But fortunately, it was finally done.

Zahariel's narration continued, but Ahriman was no longer in the mood to continue listening. He waved his hand and left without saying a word.

Sometimes, he really sucks.

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Morgan showed an apologetic smile to Zahariel. She controlled the curvature of the corners of her mouth precisely, because she was not sure how much strength and angle [apology] needed, and whether her eyebrows needed more. to match this theme.

But fortunately, Zahariel did not delve into it. He was always a cheerful person, and he was happy to talk to Morgan about more things as long as the secrets of the First Legion were not involved.

[Can you tell me about Mr. Luther? As a mortal in the Legion of Astartes, it is inevitable for people to be curious. 】

Zahariel laughed at Morgan's question, and he quickly spoke.

"Your Excellency Luther, he is a very good coordinator and logistics manager. He is also the most trusted person of [Lion]. He is the most typical Caliban, serious, serious and extraordinary ability."

[But...when we visited him before, I discovered that Mr. Luther was once a knight? 】

"Ah... yes, but when we think of knights, we always think of the [Lion]. All the knights in Caliban combined cannot compare to him. As for Lord Luther, after we left Caliban, he has always been Now that he is in charge of civil affairs, he has handled it very well and has never complained. He must be very satisfied with the current situation."

Morgan nodded. She tilted her head slightly and was silent for a while. A few gleams of light flashed in her dead pupils.

[Sometimes, I do worry that I will not be able to do some of my job well. Do you think, if I write to Mr. Luther for advice, will I be rejected? 】

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Lord Luther has always been a very friendly person. His self-esteem may be very strong sometimes, but this does not mean that he is unwilling to help others. Just write it. If you are ashamed to speak, I can also help you."

"Of course, if you have any other questions, feel free to ask them. Since we will be comrades fighting side by side for a period of time in the future, it is natural to help each other."

This enthusiastic attitude made Morgan's expression change into a smile, and then she looked at the door.

[There is indeed one, Mr. Zahariel. 】

"Well, tell me."

[Do you know where there are grapes? 】

"……Um?"

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As a company commander, Zahariel is naturally not a guy who can do nothing all the time. When it was his company's turn to land, he naturally left.

Morgan was the only one left in the room.

Morgan crossed her legs and sat on her seat. She put one hand on her face and her eyelids kept flickering. Her eyes wandered randomly on the pure black battleships outside the portholes. These battleships carried about a thousand people. Dark Angels, they will stay in this world for a while.

In this perfect silence, countless thoughts began to burst out in Morgan's mind. They engulfed or collided with each other, giving birth to sparks of thinking.

Morgan was a little uneasy, instinctively uneasy.

Ever since she came to Ran Dan's front line, there have been many things that have made her feel afraid and uncomfortable: the layered organizational structure of the Dark Angel Legion is just the most obvious one, which makes Morgan stay on guard almost 24 hours a day. With the highest degree of vigilance, she always felt that everything about herself was being watched.

Morgan once tried to contact or communicate with some Dark Angels, but a voice deep inside prevented her behavior. Most of the time, she chose to stay with Thousand Sons or simply alone, maintaining a cold and efficient face. Pure white resume.

There is also Asser, Captain Asser who may no longer be remembered, the Dark Angel who was supposed to hand over Ahriman and Morgan, has disappeared along with his small fleet in the battle with Ran Dan, and The Randan fleet that tore apart the Asser company never had any information sent back.

According to the speculations of the imperial staff, this powerful fleet containing war satellites should be reinforcements sent by Ran Dan to strengthen the front line, and the news of the emergence of war satellites was indeed transmitted during the fighting on the front line. The fierce fighting on the front line gradually calmed down during these few Terran Standard Days, and the Dark Angels Legion was able to take a breather, and no one cared about the news.

But Morgan remained uneasy.

This uneasiness not only came from the Dark Angel and Ran Dan, but also from the emptiness in her heart: she didn't know what she was going to do for the moment. Her goal made her instinctively want to get close to the Primarch, but [The Lion]... …

Considering the current situation of the First Legion she witnessed, she began to hesitate again. During this hesitation, Morgan casually laid out a few dispensable moves.

【Lion】......

She continued to think about this almost legendary figure.

Maybe she did need to see him, but before that, she needed to burn enough fire in this war to make everyone aware.

The signs of ideas began to appear. Morgan stroked the thin threads of these thoughts and began to weave his plan bit by bit, very slowly.

There seemed to be Astartes passing by outside the door. Their heavy steps seemed to pause, a brief but fierce quarrel broke out, and then slowly disappeared into the distance.

But these are not worthy of her attention.

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"What's wrong with you, Salieri?"

Ever since he walked through the corridor just now, Hector felt that something was wrong with his battle brother.

From time to time, he would suddenly stop, then stare at the wall or the door, and then leave with a sense of loss. Every time, he would do it again.

By the end, Hector almost forcibly dragged the experimental think tank away from the corridor, not wanting to embarrass himself on First Legion territory.

"What happened to you?"

Hector frowned.

"me……"

Salieri, who had always been eloquent in his impression, suddenly stuttered. The psyker first looked around before speaking in a low voice.

"I just seemed to feel...a strange aura there. It seemed to be calling me. I am very eager to go there, respond to it, and even surrender to it..."

"It felt... like what they call the connection between the Astartes and the Primarch."

Hector raised his eyebrows, blinked his eyes, thought quickly, then turned his head, his eyes roaming the corridor.

Finally, he patted Salieri on the shoulder and motioned for him to leave with him.

"No matter what we have to do, wait until we are down to earth before we talk about it and then do it."

Some readers said they didn’t have a sense of immersion, emmm

Allow the author to be confused for a moment, uh...does it really feel immersive when reading a heroine with a Warhammer background?

By the way, I have included part of the setting and early history of the Second Legion in the work setting volume. You can take a look at it to better understand the plot.