Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 44 Farce

"There are about two hundred to three hundred Dark Angels in the camp, and there are three of us here."

"Um……"

"Slight disadvantage."

"But it's not a big problem."

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Sometimes life is like eating hazelnut chocolate with rotten teeth.

Sweetness is guaranteed.

Pain is predictable.

But there is a real possibility that the damn hazelnut is stuck in your tooth cavity and you can't put your fingers in or suck it out with your tongue, but you still want to lick it from time to time.

And it's not low.

Hector didn't know what hazelnut chocolate was. After all, pure cocoa butter had completely disappeared as early as the Age of Strife.

Although in private, this somewhat serious rising star of the Second Legion actually likes to taste candies, but they are limited to some ordinary types. He will never let anyone know this. After all, he personally feels that this is not something worth boasting about. My hobbies are a bit childish and naive.

But this did not prevent him from feeling the constant sorrow and anxiety as if he had eaten an extremely bitter hard candy. This was the stimulation caused by the collision of the cruelty of reality and the beauty of dreams. Pain, although for the Astartes, this kind of mental pain is almost insignificant, it still makes people feel annoying, and there is still the possibility of messing up things.

After all, the Death Angels loyal to the Emperor are by no means a perfect species. They can hardly even be called perfect warriors. Although they have experienced extremely strict moral brainwashing and thinking strengthening in theory, this does not prevent some The development of the irritable, reckless, arrogant or insidious emotions in the Astartes' bones. This dark thought will even overshadow their thinking in milliseconds, allowing some dirty tragedies to emerge.

Hector knew this. He knew it very early. When he first became a [Tusker], Sir Kairon and other mentors almost reminded him of this. He also went to Legion In the psychological room, I talked to those ancient warriors and learned how to better control my impulses.

The oldest warriors didn't care what kind of ideals Hector had or how huge his ambitions were. After all, they had seen stranger fangs before. These respectable figures only cared about one thing: that It is whether he can suppress the weakness in his soul and become a reliable commander in the raging war.

Hector passed the test, and three months later, he became the fastest-promoted recruit in the Legion, and in his eleventh year after officially joining the Legion, he became the youngest squad leader in the history of the Legion.

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Becoming an Astartes is never the end, only death is, and when some greater destiny and cause come, death does not mean the end of obligations.

The Second Legion has always thought so.

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"Are you sure, Salieri?"

Hector suppressed a new feeling of annoyance, which was not difficult for him.

Three soldiers of the Second Legion were currently staying on a deserted slope. From here, they could barely see the dusty camp of the Dark Angels, but even for the Astartes' superhuman vision, , there are really some things that are too far here.

However, Hecht did not dare to get closer before making a plan: this was the minimum respect for the Dark Angel's keen perception, and he did not want to face the First Legion's interrogation without any plan.

Although the camp in front of him was garrisoned by the same young Calibans who had just followed their genetic father into the void, they were still newcomers who were not good at grasping their own power, rather than those who were good enough to Terran veterans are feared.

But then again, if it was really the Dark Angels company, which was mainly composed of Terran veterans, that was assigned to be stationed in this world, Lord Kairon would never allow them to act like this.

Yeah... nonsense.

Hector closed his eyes. He wanted to sigh. After becoming a leader, he found that he always wanted to sigh because the light of reason shrouded his heart and kept shining on the sad reality around him.

At this time, Hector could clearly hear the conflict between reason and sensibility deep in his heart: Any Astartes' rationality would tell him how weak the possibility of a Primarch lurking here is. , not to mention that these noblest demigods have no reason to lurk in a small camp. Judging from the personnel alone, this camp is nothing more than a group of recruited mortals, two to three hundred Dark Angels, and maybe some others. The auxiliary personnel of the legion, with the tall and burly body of the original gene, he must be more eye-catching here than standing out from the crowd, and there is no possibility of lurking.

Unless he turns into a stone.

But even so, even though he, Salieri and even Ajax knew how ridiculous this was, they still came, full of complaints, suspicions, speculations and that undetectable fluke.

After all, who can say for sure about everything in the world?

What's more, that is their Primarch...

The word seemed to have a magical power, and the mere thought of it was enough to make Hector take some excessive risks: even though his rationality screamed at him, screaming that such behavior was irrational.

but……

That's the Primarch.

The mere appearance of this word easily destroys the wall of reason.

Hector now understands some things, some things that he previously regarded as anecdotes or absurdities: why the Iron Warriors can accept eleven kills, why the True Worder will change from a believer to a believer in almost an instant, and why those corpse eaters The ghost... would become the Blood Angels that they are today.

Some things do have their charm.

"It's too far away for me to be entirely sure, Hector, but I do feel it."

Salieri's voice reminded him that he was staying with Ajax, and the two looked at him together.

Hector pondered for a moment.

"Is it possible that the Dark Angel will let us in directly?"

"If you are visiting for important reasons, it's okay for other legions, but the first legion..."

"They're like a bunch of guard dogs."

"It's possible that it will be released, but it's also possible that it won't, and it's more likely that it will even deny us access."

"It's impossible to break in by force. These Calibans won't hold back on us unknown people."

"Caliban... Hector, don't you know Zahariel?"

"It can only be said that we are acquaintances. We spent some time together on the Imperial Fist's [Eternal Crusade], but I am not familiar with his character."

"So...what should we do?"

This question made Hector rub the corners of his eyebrows.

Damn it, why is it Dark Angel?

This rising star of the Second Legion, who was far taller than the average Astartes and could even be called the biggest among the Astartes, thought about it for a moment. The first thought that came to his mind was that Strange.

or……

Sneak in?

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Hector made a deliberate detour.

After confirming that Salieri and Ajax's chorus was enough to distract part of the Dark Angel's attention, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he patiently bypassed most of the camp and arrived at the camp where construction was still ongoing. In the area, the mortals who were recruited were working listlessly there. They were operating some huge sand trucks and mixing machines. From time to time, a thick fog of dust and sand would appear, obscuring the sight and senses.

There are very few guards here. There are only a few Dark Angels staying at the edge of the construction site, chatting from time to time. They are not very enthusiastic about this job. After all, theoretically, this camp is for people to stay here in the future. It is used by mortals, and the Dark Angel only supervises them to make this place a little more decent.

Hector's eyes were wandering and his mind was running. He soon discovered the pile of sand piled up on the other side of the construction site. His thoughts and calculations were running rapidly in his mind. If he could control those mortal construction workers The rhythm and time, maybe...

He didn't hesitate.

Once again, sluggish mortals drove those vehicles and dumped another pile of sand and dust on the planned area of the construction site. As always, they raised layers of sand and dust, soaring into the sky, in the desert. In the strong wind, the dust was like a high and erratic wall, swaying wantonly under the cold sunlight, blurring everyone's sight.

No one even noticed, a flash of silvery light seemed to flash by.

It’s done.

Hector leaned against the sand. These huge solid objects were enough to obscure the view on the other side. Next, he only needed to...

"Click."

It seemed like something was pressing against his back armor.

Then, he heard the grinding sound in the sand, the sound of explosive bombs being loaded, and a cold laugh.

"What makes you choose such a rude way of visiting, my friend?"

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No, it can't be done.

This won't work.

Hector shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

He put his index finger on his chin and started thinking again. Plans began to emerge in the ocean of thoughts like a revolving lantern, but they were picked up and dropped to the ground one by one like a revolving lantern.

The first legion...

In the end, Hector could only sigh.

He never likes situations where the progress of things is not in his own hands. He is keen on laying out detailed plans and thinking about countermeasures under every possibility.

This may be a special case among the Second Legion, but Hector does make it a habit, relies on it, and is even proud of it.

But this time, or at present, he really can only leave the fate of the matter in the hands of the First Legion, even if it involves his Primarch, even if the opposite side is just a few cubs from Caliban.

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damn it.

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"Second Legion, 144th Expeditionary Fleet, Captain of the 23rd Vanguard Squadron, Sergeant Hecht."

The Dark Angels guard looked at the self-introduced Astartes with some suspicion. His eyes flicked over the overly huge dark green sword, and the trace of fear in his eyes did not escape Hector's sight.

In the end, Johnson's heir and his battle brother looked at each other, keeping their guns pointed down.

"You should stay on the battleship, Second Legion's."

Hector did not reply. In fact, he retreated a little vaguely, allowing Salieri and Ajax to surround him on the left and right. The former spoke, but the latter just stood dullly in the cordon of the Dark Angel. on the ground, unarmed, just lowering his head and staring at them.

"We have something important to do to find His Excellency Zahariel."

Salieri patted the document in his hand, and Dark Angel immediately shook his head.

"You can communicate through communication..."

"Confidential matters require interviews."

"No outsiders are allowed here."

The Dark Angel shook his head almost stubbornly.

Salieri frowned, and he took a step forward, while Ajax, who was silent on the side, also took the opportunity to move forward a little, and his shadow even cast on the Dark Angel.

The two guards were a little nervous. Their eyes drifted over Ajax, and then were taken away by something further behind: Hector was standing there, he was so tall, with a dark green sword in his hand. Every now and then it sparkles in the sunlight.

At this moment, Salieri's voice floated over.

"Why don't you let us in? Do you have any secrets hidden?"

"The First Legion has no secrets!"

Almost instinctively, the guard roared.

"Then why not allow access?"

"In order to prevent you from posing a threat..."

Salieri showed a weird smile, while Ajax, who was at least a head taller than the Dark Angel, just stared at him with a gloomy face, and then...

They retreated together.

Before he finished speaking, Hector suddenly stepped forward, his body dashing across the line of sight, and his sword shining brightly in the sunlight. All of this made the Dark Angel pull the trigger involuntarily.

Hector raised his blade and stood on the ground.

He took off the explosive gun and put it into Salieri's hand.

Then, he took the documents, bent down, and smiled at the dazed Caliban.

"I will enter alone. You can check my armed status and send someone to supervise me."

Seeing what the guard wanted to say, Hector's smile added a hint of disdain.

"Of course, if you are afraid, you can send a team, I won't mind."

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"Captain Zahariel is right in front. I will keep an eye on you here."

The expression and tone of the Dark Angel were not very good, but Hector didn't care.

The Emperor, on his behalf, actually succeeded.

If these Caliban recruits were not completely immature, if they had not been stimulated by the simplest tricks of playing hard to get and provoking generals, in other words, as long as the veteran guarding there was a veteran, he would not be able to get in.

Hector touched the document. Salieri's psychic mark was still there intact, and was quietly transferred to the palm of his hand. This mark allowed him to briefly feel the breath of the original body. Then he understood why Salieri was so excited.

Hector moved forward almost involuntarily, barely controlling himself to move in the direction pointed by the Dark Angel instead of the direction pointed by the beacon in his hand.

Just as he was thinking about what to do, Hector suddenly discovered that the two goals were consistent, and the beacon pointed to the left and right of Zahariel.

A wave of ecstasy couldn't help but hit him, and he quickened his pace.

Finally, after turning around the walls, he saw an unforgettable scene in an open space.

It was a gray theater scene: the dim sky was touched by the sun, and amidst the flying dust, Zahariel and a mortal woman were standing on a boulder, seeming to be talking about something.

The beacon was beeping, telling him that his target had appeared.

Following its direction, what did Hector see?

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Zahariel, a true Dark Angel.

A mortal woman with silver hair and blue eyes, slender and delicate.

And...the stones beneath their feet.

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Hector blinked. The beacon in his hand was still vibrating wildly, indicating that the target was now in front of him.

He looked again.

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Zahariel, a dark angel.

A silver-haired lady.

A huge... stone.

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Hecht is about forty years old.

He was selected by the Second Legion at the age of ten. Fourteen years later, he completed all surgeries and procedures and officially became an Angel of Death. In the following three years, he completed his first mission and became the first The mentor chose the first finely crafted weapon. Ten years later, he experienced the first war from beginning to end, received the first victory medal and honorary title, and was discussed and praised by officers for the first time. Losing a comrade once, being selected and tested for the first time, being promoted for the first time...

And all of this, all the ups and downs, all the ups and downs, all the joys and sorrows, all the gains and losses, all of it, all the firsts and firsts, all the killings and bloodshed, these days... Everything he has experienced, enjoyed, regretted, and admired in this ruthless universe in the past ten years...

It's not even one billionth of what it is now.

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"Throw away all impossibility, and absurdity will become reality."

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He thought about that sentence again.

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As if he sensed something, Morgan slowly turned around.

What did she see, what did she discover, what did she realize, and what did she seem to marvel at.

Then she laughed.

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"What's going on, Hector? Why can't my psychic perception suddenly detect that information!"

Salieri was running, chasing, trying to keep up with his squad leader.