Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Overlord, great overlord."

"The Warmaster is calling you."

"A new war has begun."

"Fighting, massacre, capture, burning..."

"For the great destiny of our race to conquer the galaxy, everything is allowed and everything should be crazy."

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Compared with its kind, [Overlord] is taller, burlier and uglier. His body and even the sides of his face are covered with hideous scars, but he enjoys them and refuses to be smoothed or treated.

It woke up from its throne, with countless prostrate slaves at its feet. They came from various races. Some were once princes of various pocket empires that divided worlds and galaxies, and some were captured in wars. The vanquished who had their faith destroyed.

Of course, those who are most numerous are all kinds of humans, fragile, small, diverse in shape, and numerous in immeasurable numbers.

This weak race has so many kings and kingdoms. There are almost more than a dozen guys who claimed to be [King of Humanity] or [Lord of Humanity] that the [Overlord] personally killed in past conquests. indivual.

"overlord……"

The only person standing in the room is also the kind and auxiliary officer of [Overlord]. It is responsible for those tedious matters that [Overlord] disdains: reports, documents, or driving those miserable slaves to consume the enemy. Ammunition and energy pave the way for the real attack.

"The Warmaster wants you to go see him. He wants you to go see him immediately after you finish your rest."

"I see."

"I'll be there, right now."

[Overlord] answered helplessly. It didn’t really want to meet [Warmaster], although the relationship between the two of them was not bad. In fact, [Warmaster] was its adoptive father in the literal sense. It personally took care of him. It was pulled from the lowest level of madness and filth and raised as his most trusted arm, his proudest work and his most powerful weapon.

That was a long time ago, and ever since it became the undoubted [overlord], it has been forcing itself to forget that past.

"Now, where are we?"

The Overlord spoke, and it stood up, randomly selecting weapons on the weapon rack. The higher-level slaves could also stand up and carefully put on its armor.

"We have arrived at our destination, Overlord, and the vanguard forces are launching a tentative offensive. If nothing goes wrong, we will complete our mission through the galaxy ahead that humans call [Sabis]. Target."

"Sabis galaxy..."

[Overlord] pondered, it selected the weapon, played with it lightly, and seemed to enjoy this leisurely time. However, its assistant officer could not be as calm as it. This somewhat thin guy first kicked over a slave in annoyance. , and then he mustered up the courage to speak.

"Overlord, over there with the Warmaster..."

"I said, I know, I will go!"

[Overlord] spoke dullly, with the anger that belonged to a warrior in his tone. He was extremely dissatisfied with such a thing: everyone was afraid of the Warmaster, and everyone regarded even one of his breaths as enough. The big event that caused the world to collapse made it feel irritated and depressed, because the more this happened, the more it realized the terrifying gap between itself and its adoptive father.

"I will go when the time is right, probably around..."

[Probably right after the battle started? When you go to the battlefield again to look for your so-called opponent? 】

An unreasonable and sharp voice suddenly came from behind, echoing wantonly in the room, but [Overlord] was not surprised. It was silent for a moment, sighed, and turned around.

Just as it guessed: its too thin auxiliary officer has now raised his head, his eyes glowed with a dim deep purple light, and his limbs were twitching constantly, as if he was strangled by the neck and hung in mid-air. scary puppet.

here we go again……

"If you still can't curb this interest, those old men still won't trust you, sir."

It spoke with full respect in its tone. In any case, this adoptive father of his had indeed changed his supposedly gloomy life.

[If it were before, I would indeed care. Speaking of this, my child, you are so indifferent to me now. My lovely child, I clearly remember that not long ago, you would call me father. 】

【Are you still angry, my Carmen? 】

"No, not really, Warmaster."

[Overlord Carmen] maintained his humble attitude. They talked politely, as if they were a real father and son with occasional gaps.

Of course, to the slaves kneeling on the ground, this was just two terrible guys arguing in an incomprehensible hoarse language.

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"So, what exactly are your orders, my lord?"

[Can’t a caregiver pay attention to his most proud creation? 】

"The war is coming, I believe you won't do that."

This answer made [Warmaster] laugh. Its laughter was a strange mixture, like a shrill cough, accompanied by the sound of two rusty blades grinding against each other.

[Well, Carmen, my child, it seems that you are still angry with me. Let me think about it, why is this? Is it because of that human, that human warrior named Azir? I remember the name correctly, right? I also remember that the humans called him the Captain of the Astartes? 】

"It's not important, Father."

Finally, Carmen changed her name.

"It doesn't matter what the human's name is. What's important is that he is a warrior, an opponent, and that was a single duel, a duel, a duel that should end ferociously, completely, and decently."

"Instead of like the past reality: your power directly intervened in this battle. With just a whisper, you turned that warrior into a fool who couldn't even breathe, and made his life and martial arts disappear meaninglessly!"

[Hahahahahaha...]

The [Warmaster] was laughing, and its laughter made Carmen feel heartfelt fear.

It finally remembered what it was afraid of.

[Warmaster], its nurturer, or the name that is often mentioned by its opponents and subordinates: the great and cunning [Manipulator], the one who can make people feel the coldest chill among many warmasters. .

What a figure it is. With only the assistance of the war satellite at their feet and millions of mind control collars, the [Warmaster], or the [Manipulator] can control everything in its hands: The main fleet of the Randan Empire, a celestial-level war satellite, hundreds of main battleships, thousands of battle-hardened elite Randan warriors, tens of thousands of Randan troops, and millions more slaves of all races.

It perfectly controls them, their every move, and their life, death, honor and disgrace. Its one thought is enough to make hundreds of Ran Dan's elite warriors rush to hell without fear of death, or squeeze those people at will. Slave, let the war satellite under your feet exert terrifying firepower that is almost impossible to exist.

It can do it all.

[Carmen, my lovely Carmen. 】

After a while, [Warmaster] seemed to have had enough laughter, so he continued to sigh in a low voice like a real father.

[This is indeed my problem, my child. I shouldn’t let you read so many books, those so-called honors and rules... ha...]

[Maybe in the past, I would generously forgive your child's temper, but not now, Carmen, you know what we are doing, and I will never let a so-called duel interfere with this. 】

[You know what will happen once we are exposed. In fact, we were almost exposed when you insisted on having that duel. 】

[Speaking of which, I think you should still remember our plan, right? 】

Carmen nodded, subconsciously affirming her adoptive father's answer, but this rigid dogma was met with ridicule.

[Well, it seems I have to say it again. 】

[Right in front of us, in the galaxy that humans call Sabis, there is buried an ancient relic, a pure technological creation thousands of years ago, a real star gate, through which, We can move quickly through all nearby sectors. 】

[And now, we are going to do just that. 】

[As long as I let this power in my hand allow my army and fleet to pass through there, we can appear behind the human defense lines and suppress their most elite forces together with the rest of the main fleet on the front line. This will be A great victory, a glorious epic that belongs to our race. As long as we can do all this, no one can prevent the final victory of this war from falling into our hands. 】

[Their fleet will be destroyed, their world will be burned, and their empire will be drowned in blood and pain, becoming the last stepping stone for our race to conquer the galaxy. 】

[This is my great plan, and I should have brought more power to complete it, but I can't. They don't support me. Instead, they are obsessed with the big plan in the north of the galaxy. They are eager to annihilate The so-called Eleventh Legion was addicted to the petty profits before them. 】

[But fortunately, I successfully got permission to use the latest camouflage technology. Our fleet will be adjusted to the speed of the human fleet to confuse them and gain the upper hand in this war. 】

[But this is far from enough. 】

[So, I need your power, my Carmen, my dearest child. I don’t care what illusions you have about the so-called battle, but this time, you must listen to me. You need to lead the vanguard legion and land. Go to that planet that holds the necessary instruments to open that star gate. Seize it, my child, seize it for our great victory. 】

The [Manipulator] wanted to say something more, but a message from the front line interrupted it, and Carmen took the opportunity to take a deep breath.

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[Oh, what did you say? 】

[Defender’s fleet? 】

[Are they those dark angels? 】

[That’s okay, just follow the plan. 】

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Taking advantage of the gap between his adoptive father's orders, [Overlord] also opened his own power network, connected to the facts on the front line, and watched the firefight ahead.

All that was reflected in his eyes:

Ran Dan's vanguard fleet slowly sailed into the Sabis system from Mandeville Point, and in front of them were a few scattered battleships with swords and wings painted on them.

Through unique camouflage technology, the Ran Dan fleet successfully sent a contact signal to a human fleet that was annihilated by them. Just as the human warships on the opposite side began to slowly turn around, the invaders opened fire.

The first shot of artillery fire came from the Randan battleship's unexpected surprise attack, which sounded the clarion call for the invasion.

Then……

Then Carmen witnessed with her own eyes how those Dark Angel warships launched hundreds of times the counterattack firepower almost simultaneously. They did not hesitate at all, nor did they intend to continue communicating through communication or resolve possible misunderstandings.

The several Randan battleships that were the vanguard were destroyed before they even had time to fire, and the battleship behind them was stuck within the Mandeville Point and became the target of hundreds of torpedoes.

Under the gaze of the [Overlord], the battleship completely turned into dust in the void.

The Dark Angel's counterattack is powerful and swift, unscrupulous and unhesitating.

It was as if one side of their guns was pointed at their friendly forces.