Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 470 The Redemption of the Son of the Mountain

When the war it relies on for a living finally recedes with the smoke of gunpowder, when the sand and dust it rolls up by its own hands cease under the silent intimidation, when its unrivaled army is also drowned by the endless waves of its old enemy.

Until this moment, even the Lord on the Brass Throne had to grit his teeth and swallow the consequences of failure helplessly: in the deepest part of the supreme heaven, which was deathly silent, the silence of the Brass Throne told the outcome of the struggle.

The blood god's sight left.

In silence, anger and shame, the Lord of the Skull withdrew his gaze from the real universe and once again projected it on the battlefield of the great game: this bloodthirsty god had to do this, because of the cause of this game The war provoked by its greed and arrogance has long been out of control, and has now shaken the foundation of the Brass Fortress and even the entire Blood God realm.

The Blood God was the first to be besieged.

The power that the Prince of Pleasure was willing to send for his favored son far exceeded the God of War's imagination. The overwhelming army of indulgers devoured the Blood God's vanguard regiment almost in an instant: and taking advantage of the majesty of victory, the great The Keepers of the Secret waved their own flags and launched a new invasion, bringing the flames of war to the land controlled by the Blood God.

This sudden blow caused at least two digits of bloodthirsty demons to suddenly lose. Along with the great victory, the tentacles of the Silver Palace began to expand unscrupulously in the supreme sky: the craziest indulgers even began to get involved in those blood gods in thousands of places. For thousands of years, the core territory has never been lost, and in the sweet conquered land, it loudly mocked the name of the so-called God of War.

Not only did the Blood God return in vain in the real universe, but he was also humiliated like this: This rare scene even caused a great shock to the subspace itself. Seeing that the closest big brother in the past has now fallen into Faced with such a predicament, the usurpers and corrupt masters who were still watching from the sidelines stood up one after another and expressed their righteousness...

Count me in.

That's it: seeing the Blood God in trouble, everyone wants a piece of the pie.

The army of changers was the first to attack. The ninety-nine changeable demon kings who had suffered the apocalypse of fate each commanded a soulless army built by arcane magic and feathers. Their fronts appeared in the next moment. On the edge of the Brass Fortress and the Silver Palace of Bliss, unbridled blue flames resounded in the depths of the highest sky.

But at the same time, the largest arcane army did not enter the battle. Instead, it changed its direction midway and deviated from the original mission of the Lord of Changes. Instead, it rushed towards the garden of the loving father without hesitation. .

This strange move seemed to be just another sudden whim of the great changer: until this arcane army was halfway forward, it ran into the sharpening Huohuo, advancing towards the crystal maze, and was led by dozens of heads. An army of corruption led by the Great Unclean One.

The two sides looked at each other speechlessly, and then became a massacre in an instant. On other battlefields, the mutineers and the father's army both devoted themselves to the battle for the Brass Fortress and the backstabbing of the Silver Palace of Pleasure. Encirclement and suppression: Their respective borders are in flames of war. The situation of fighting each other is even much larger than the war at the foot of the Brass Fortress.

And in this already chaotic situation, the God of Blood roared and sent an army to his three brothers and sisters at the same time to launch a full-scale counterattack. The Prince of Darkness also took the opportunity to issue an order, allowing the two armies to attack separately. He went to the Crystal Maze and the Garden of the Father, and fell completely into disorderly chaos.

All the gods roared, all the legions were dispatched, the brief peace in the warp was broken again, the master of each realm took the opportunity to declare war equally on its remaining brothers and sisters, swaying trillions They are trying to fight for the demon's life, which has been at war for tens of millions of years and seems to never change.

All the Chaos Powers temporarily withdrew their gaze towards the Milky Way: Now that the great game has begun again, things in reality are not that important, whether it is the [Victory] of the Prince of Pleasure or the Blood God The defeat is just an ordinary episode in the eternal internal struggle of the Four Gods of Chaos.

Only this time, this episode has rekindled the clarion call of the Great Game, and allowed the Chaos Powers to once again plunge into the shadow of the High Sky, continuing their never-ending internal struggle: perhaps, until they fight. By the time they have forgotten the cause of the war, these eternal beings will once again feel bored in their long lives and once again turn their attention to the real universe.

Anyway, whether it is fighting or fatigue, for the Chaos Powers, it is only a matter of a moment: the law of time is meaningless in front of these shadows of subspace, and their will may be revealed in the real universe in the next second. It may reappear, or it may quietly appear in the corner a century later.

However, for the Lord of Mankind and his empire, the invisible war in the void is crucial: after this thrilling gamble, they finally won a chance to breathe, whether it was the Blood God or other The attention of the Chaos Gods had temporarily moved away from Nuceria, and the Emperor and his daughter were finally able to sit down and think carefully about the follow-up questions about Angron.

However, before that...

+What did you promise it? +

Standing side by side with his daughter, the Lord of Mankind glanced past the gunpowder smoke in the distance and came to the edge of the battlefield: there, Sergeant Trazin, wearing a silver cloak, was leading the troops assigned to him by Morgan. The bodyguards hurriedly gathered up the various black stone devices. A company of Dawnbreakers was ordered to cooperate with its actions and be responsible for stopping the confused friendly forces on the periphery.

Naturally, such an interception could not block the Emperor's sight, just as the hesitation on Morgan's face could not block the next inquiry from his genetic father: So, when Trazin's recovery work was underway Halfway through, the Lord of Avalon touched his lips and shook off the matter of the blank check.

+That’s it. +

Contrary to Morgan's expectation, the Emperor did not seem surprised by this: he neither scolded Morgan for taking the initiative nor nodded to acknowledge this blank check. In silence, the Lord of Mankind looked closely at those who were still there. The serious expression on the unstuck black stone device made the original body tremble in his heart.

This situation continued until the Lord of Mankind, after muttering a few words softly, asked a strange question to his daughter.

+You promised a blank check to let the Necron move these black stone devices here? +

【……Yes. 】

+...then...+

The Emperor turned his head.

+ In your agreement with it: is this a lease? Or buy? +

【……ah? 】

Rao, the Lord of Avalon, fell into real confusion when he heard this question, but the superhuman thinking of the original body quickly made Morgan understand what the emperor's words meant: Then, she He fell into even greater confusion.

But facing the astonished eyes of his precious daughter, the Lord of Humanity not only did not feel the slightest guilt, but instead showed a smile that no one could refuse, and asked Morgan another question with peace of mind.

+ Why, you and your alien partner have been partners for so long, and you don’t even have this tacit understanding: if it is a businessman, then you can always change the contract with higher profits. If it is a businessman, you can always change the contract with higher profits. As an artist, the price for changing the contract will be higher. +

+So, what is it? +

【……archaeologist? 】

+ Oh...

The Emperor sighed.

+It looks like we are going to get some blood. +

【……】

+ But now to answer my question, Morgan: In your agreement with it, is there any treaty that stipulates the subsequent disposal of these black stone devices? +

Morgan thought for a moment.

【That's not true...】

[However, I signed an additional clause with it: if the number of Blackstone devices lost in this operation exceeds five. Then I will have to pay an additional amount of compensation for the loss. 】

+Five?+

[Probably: It is sure that there are five suppliers and will not cause trouble to it again. 】

+Yes. +

The Emperor nodded, withdrew his gaze from his daughter, and once again focused on the black stone device: from the corner of the Emperor's flank, Morgan saw something she had never seen in the Lord of Mankind. Elements.

That seems like... greed?

The Primarch was confused, but she also heard the murmurs of the Genefather.

+Five damage caps? +

+Then things will be easier to handle. +

【……】

Morgan blinked, and she decided not to get involved in this nonsense: since her genetic father was not opposed to the blank check, then let him, the project leader, negotiate with Trazin, the donor. Merchandisers, let’s start wrangling about cash on delivery.

Just when the Lord of Avalon made up his mind, she suddenly saw the Emperor raising his hand and waving in a certain direction in the distance, and a smile appeared on his bronze face. : That is a trademark decent smile.

Looking along the emperor's line of sight, Morgan saw her partners: Trazin had collected all the black stone devices, and its advanced eye organs naturally captured the figures of the two largest financial owners in the trip. The overlord of Lenams even had the audacity to wave his hand and greet the masters of the entire empire, as if he had no idea that he was an alien who should be crushed to ashes in the empire's list.

And this arrogant etiquette actually received the same response from the emperor: Trazin, who was not surprised by this, just looked at the body of the Lord of Mankind that exuded golden light greedily, and thought in the core processor. The value that that blank check should have.

However, it did not notice that the Lord of Mankind was also staring closely at the folded black stone devices next to Trazin, greedily looking at these creations that he had never obtained and could effectively suppress the influence of subspace. : From what Morgan told us, the Emperor already knew that these black stone devices were the most special.

In this way, the two old antiques of their respective races looked at their prey, raised their smiles, and waved in salute to the enemy in their eyes.

You look at me.

I'm watching you too.

It was such a great time.

【……whispering sound……】

Beside the Emperor, only the Lord of Avalon snorted softly and rolled her eyes with disdain. Then, she knocked her still aching head and talked with the brother of Nostamu. Got in touch.

[Conrad, are you...]

"Shh!"

"Please keep quiet, Morgan."

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"This is a very important time."

The voice of the Midnight Ghost was so soft that even Savita who was hiding next to him could hardly hear it, not to mention the battle brother Yochuka who was hugging him tightly about a hundred meters in front of them. The Nucerians fell into unprecedented sorrow.

Angron finally came to the mountain before the war ended. From this excellent viewpoint, he could easily witness how the duel city where he had been imprisoned for the first half of his life was transformed by the anger of the Astartes. , completely reduced to ruins.

However, when this scene that he had longed for actually appeared in front of Shanzhizi, he was not even interested in taking a look.

For Angron at this time, whether it is war or massacre, whether it is blood or revenge, it is meaningless: his last battle brother Yochuka is lying in his arms dying, this one is only in Nu. The child who had spent fifteen summers on Kylia had reached the end of his life, but his battle brother Angron was helpless.

All he could do was hug his little brother tightly and cry bitterly. The dried blood on his face was loosened by the raging tears and fell to the ground.

In his mind, Butcher's Nail was still reprimanding the Primarch for his weakness, but he was ruthlessly pushed away by the Son of the Mountain: These damn implants had taken away too many things from his body, and he absolutely would not Would let them take away his brotherhood again.

Absolutely not.

"Yochuka."

Angron called softly to his little brother. This made the dying boy open his eyes slightly, and after seeing Angron, a smile appeared on the pale face: Yochuka seemed to be trying his best to make this smile more public, like He usually grinned like that, but he couldn't do it anyway.

He could only mutter.

"You are still alive, Angron..."

"That's great...I thought I'd never see you again."

"Hang in there, bro."

The son of the mountain gritted his teeth.

"I will save you: I will definitely find a way to save you!"

"No, Angron."

Yochuka shook his head.

"I felt it, I seemed to be [disappearing]: Kleische and the others also felt the same thing, so they went down the mountain to kill those scum while they still had the strength. Did you see them? A figure?"

Angron shed tears and shook his head.

"That's it..."

Yochuka looked a little disappointed, but that was all. Instead, Angron, who was holding him, was pleading with his brother in an extremely hoarse voice, telling him his plan: Although the Primarch His tone sounded disorganized.

"Hang on, brother, I know, I know how to save you, Yochuca: I, I once met a man who claimed to be my genetic father, my damn father, you see those fleets in the sky Well, that is his fleet, and he wants to take me away and take me into the void to be his general."

"Hold on for a while, brother, I will promise him right now: I will be his general, or his gladiator, or his slave, whatever, he will definitely have a way to save you! Yochu Card! You have to hold on!"

"No."

Before Angron finished speaking, his little brother rebuffed him firmly. Yochuka's weak hand tightly held Angron's bleeding palm: It was only then that the Son of the Mountain felt it. What does Chuka mean by disappearing?

The palms of his little brother have become different from before: the hands that were originally tender but full of calluses have now become a little hollow, as if his whole person is disappearing out of thin air.

"I just know, Angron."

Yochuka smiled.

"I'm going to disappear."

"Disappear with this world: maybe we appeared just for this moment."

"no no……"

"That's a good thing, man."

"At the very least: I can go to hell with those damn high-ranking riders."

"..."

Angron didn't speak anymore, because he knew that what his little brother said was the truth: as the sight that was watching him in the void left not long ago, the entire Nuceria became void. The world built by the Son of the Mountain is about to disappear.

His brothers were no exception.

The original body was silent for this, but his little brother smiled openly and turned to look at the burning castle.

"Look, Angron, how many times have we fantasized about this scene: those maggots were burned to the ground with their city, and that avenged us all to die in such fireworks, It’s such a pain.”

"As for you, brother: I hope you can remember our names and go to that void. I have wanted to see what the Milky Way above our heads looks like since I was a child. Can you help me to go and see that galaxy?" The Milky Way?”

"..."

The original body did not reply immediately. He had already gritted his teeth and was sobbing. He could only respond intermittently while choking.

"No...no more of you..."

"Then who am I? Who am Angron? I am nothing..."

"No!"

Yochuka's voice was loud, like his last flashback. He held Angron's hand tightly, forcing the tearful Primarch to look at him: and then looked with him towards the burning fire in the distance. city of.

"Look at that city, man."

"Look at those warriors fighting in the city, brother: how mighty they are."

"They come for you, Angron."

"they are not……"

"They are."

At the end, Yochuka just smiled. He stretched out his hand and, at the end of his life, touched the scarlet rope of triumph on Angron's chest.

"Just watch them."

"Remember them."

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"Remember, Angron."

"Maybe we all left."

"But, in this world..."