Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The original body is back?"

"Where is he now!"

Kahn's voice was as restrained and calm as ever, with only the faintest hint of anxiety: if the door made of fine steel hadn't been crumbling under his heavy blow, he might even have been misunderstood as an elegant guy.

It only took the captain of the eighth company less than two minutes to pass through the crowded triumphal hall. He hung his battle ax on his waist and clutched the communicator that brought the good news with his left hand. , his right hand was holding tightly on Dregel's shoulder armor: Poor Dregel was almost dragged all the way, and he was unable to resist Kahn's instinctive brute force.

This strange sight attracted countless curious eyes in the entire triumphal hall: followed by doubled curses, all of which were directed at Xiang Kahn's monstrous anger.

The commander of the Eighth Company was convinced that he knocked down at least twenty-six battle brothers during his rush, including many senior officers: This meant that Kahn's name would be on the duel pit list again. After a while, although he had already been a regular visitor there, and he could only be regarded as a mediocre player.

(Yes, I wrote it correctly. This is counter-intuitive: Karn is actually not conspicuous in the dueling pit of the World Eaters. He regards dueling as some kind of training. He will lose as many games as he wins. Duels The strongest combination in the pit is Sigismund and Davarus of the World Eaters, who claim to be able to achieve any victory in half a minute.)

But now, whether it was the duel pit or the anger of the battle brothers, it was irrelevant to Kahn. After breaking through the door of the conference room, he looked directly at the end of the room: the 12th Legion's The acting army commander was sitting there. He was one of the few people whom Kahn could respect.

Keir.

Kahn will always remember the name.

His voice was always low, with the tolerance of an elder: unlike the frowns of others in the room, the acting army commander just grinned and gently exposed Kahn's rude behavior. passed.

"It's not here anyway, Kahn: just sit down and sit down."

Kiel laughed and cursed, relaxing the atmosphere in the room, and Kahn just nodded silently, and sat at the bottom of the conference table with Dreger: in front of them were a dozen senior officers, and they Together with Acting Legion Commander Kil, he is the most sane part of the entire Twelfth Legion, and is the legacy of the legion's journey from Terra to today.

In front of them, both Kahn and Dreger were still juniors, the minimum to be able to participate in this meeting.

Seeing that everyone was here, Kil began to speak. His voice revealed a kind of elegance that was incompatible with the War Dogs. It was hard to believe that the person who made such a voice could be the entire War Dog Legion. Among them, the greatest warrior who knows how to use a battle axe, his bravery on the battlefield is enough to dwarf Karn.

"The Primarch will return soon. In about half an hour, the Emperor, as well as the Primarchs of the two brother legions, Dawnbreaker and Night Lords, will personally escort him to our flagship."

Before the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire conference room became enthusiastic, and Kil had to speak to stop the commotion among his subordinates: he could completely understand the commotion, after all, after receiving the exact news from the emperor, he also I was secretly excited for almost three minutes before I remembered to inform others.

"But the Emperor also sent orders."

Keir cleared his throat.

"Due to some reasons that are not convenient to disclose for the time being, our originally scheduled welcome ceremony will be postponed for a while: Moreover, don't inform the entire legion of the return of the original body, because we have to go to the Emperor's Dream first. ], and together with the Emperor, escort our Gene-Father to the flagship."

"Did something happen?"

Before the enthusiasm dissipated, this strange arrangement aroused whispers. Naturally, someone asked the acting army commander, and Kiel's answer could only be to shake his head.

"I don't know. The Emperor just asked us to go to his flagship, and he specifically asked all the top leaders of the entire War Dog Legion to go, and named Kahn and Dreger. Brother: This is why I have called all of you here.”

Keir nodded solemnly.

"Without further ado, we'll set off immediately."

"But before we go: do you still remember our original arrangements?"

"certainly."

This time, the response from Kahn was louder than anyone else.

Of course he remembered: In fact, as early as after the Nukerian War, the War Dog Legion had already realized that the return of their original body might not be so smooth. Considering that their genetic father was not willing to fight for the Empire, Therefore, a few months ago, the war dogs who were eligible to be the first batch to welcome Angron had already discussed their greeting method in advance.

Starting from Acting Legion Commander Kil, then to the Legion's First Captain, and then to the Fleet Master: the senior leaders of the War Dog Legion will take turns communicating with their genetic father, expressing their loyalty and belief to him, and convincing him for In the worst case scenario for the Human Empire, if everyone fails, it will be the turn of Kahn and Dreger who are ranked at the bottom.

However, the possibility of this is so low that it is almost impossible: the people present are the core and essence of the War Dog Legion, and their [entire army annihilation] is an unimaginable scenario even for Kahn.

However, under his calm appearance, Kahn is still secretly looking forward to communicating with his genetic father alone: ​​although this means the defeat of his predecessors, it means that all the efforts of the legion are almost in vain.

But on this issue.

The captain of the eighth company is still willing to be a little selfish.

——————

[After all, there is nothing wrong with being selfish. 】

【Especially when it happens for a reason. 】

Morgan, who returned from the Dawn Goddess, looked a lot more relaxed: it took her less than five minutes to calm down the worries within the Dawnbreaker Legion, and it took another twenty-five minutes to resolve the accumulated problems. Government affairs, the remaining half an hour was spent to rest, and she even pinned Conrad, who came specially to harass her, outside the bedroom door.

There was no way, from solving Angron's problem to summoning the top brass of the War Dog Legion, the Emperor only gave the Lord of Avalon one Terran standard time of rest: according to the Lord of Mankind, five months. Working hours paired with an hour's rest is standard for his most reliable palmer, Malcador.

【……】

Morgan became more and more curious: Why didn't her fellow Terra rebel?

But complaints are complaints. Five minutes before the top brass of the War Dog Legion arrived, Morgan still dragged Conrad to the Emperor's side: the Lord of Mankind was staying in a large enough exhibition hall. Half of the space was covered by a heavy curtain, and the remaining half was large enough to accommodate an Emperor, two Primarchs, and a dozen warhounds.

At the beginning, the Lord of Avalon was a little strange as to why the Emperor had to hold this meeting on his flagship, but soon she realized: after all, Angron's matter was far from being a Perfect, then it is an understandable insurance measure that the Lord of Mankind chooses to conduct this showdown on the [Emperor's Dream] controlled by him instead of the flagship of the War Dog Legion.

Thinking selfishly, maybe Morgan's genetic father never trusted his group of war hounds: he didn't even trust any Astartes Legion except the First Legion.

But Morgan could understand this kind of selfishness. She stood on the emperor's right hand side, waiting for the arrival of the war dogs. As for Conrad, who was roped in to make up the numbers, he simply squatted in the corner of the room and took out the gun from behind. There was a thermos cup brought over by someone who didn’t know how, and it was full of hot milk drinks: Apparently, Midnight Ghost had chosen a good auditorium for himself.

Just when Conrad had just poured the first cup of hot drink, accompanied by the harsh voice of accountability from the Forbidden Army outside the door, more than a dozen senior leaders of the War Dog Legion lowered their heads and lined up in front of the emperor one after another. One row, performing the eagle salute to the Lord of the Human Empire.

The Lord of Avalon's eyes swept over the faces of these war dogs, and quickly locked on the penultimate person, that is, Karn: This is the person whom Midnight Ghost personally proposed to Morgan to be brought over by the Emperor. .

However, Kahn...

Well, what a bad name.

(KHARN means "betrayer" in Persian)

At the same time, several confused looks also hit Morgan. These looks came from the most senior war dogs: they saw the Spider Queen standing very close to the Emperor, almost occupying the human body. The space on the emperor's right arm. Before this, this position almost exclusively belonged to the Wolf Shepherd, but the Wolf Shepherd often stood on the emperor's left arm.

And he's not that short either.

But soon, no one cared about this little thing: the Lord of Mankind waved his hand, and heavy footsteps came from behind the curtain. Two Imperial Guards opened a corner of the curtain and pushed a mobile surgical machine. On the stage, he walked quickly in front of everyone.

On the operating table was a body as tall as a god, and this body, which was perhaps four or five meters high, was covered with a sheet that dropped straight to the ground...

…

White cloth?

"..."

"..."

【……】

From Morgan to Conrad, to every war dog present, everyone looked at the body covered with white cloth, and invariably fell into deathly silence: when they lowered their heads, this exhibition The hall looked like a farewell ceremony.

For a moment, even the air inside the exhibition hall became a lot colder: the optimistic war dogs opened their eyes wide, wanting to know what was going on, while the pessimistic war dogs clenched their fists in silence. .

+This is Angron now. +

Only the Emperor's voice echoed in the dead, cold air.

"..."

The dogs of war became more silent.

Stop talking! Shut up!

At this moment, Morgan even wanted to grab her genetic father by the collar: she could already hear the non-existent roar of the Butcher's Nails in the war dogs' heads.

Fortunately, before any of the war dogs could react, the Emperor took a step forward, letting the two silent Imperial Guards leave first, and then personally lifted up the deadly white cloth: Angron's face was peaceful under the white cloth. , although the area around the head was full of traces of surgical operations, both the rise and fall of the chest and the even breathing made the war dogs breathe a sigh of relief.

+The present we strive to save. +

Only then did a certain panting human lord complete his words.

With his acquiescence, the war dogs anxiously moved forward, carefully studying the face of their genetic father: the supreme might of the primarch was enough to convince his descendants, and the butcher on his head The nails and the scars around the Butcher's Nails also made warriors like Kahn tremble with rage.

At this moment, almost every war dog regretted that their actions on Nuceria were too gentle: they should have exacted exponential revenge, leaving all Nucerians in despair. Wail!

The Lord of Humanity said nothing more. He took a step back to allow his daughter to come to the center of the stage. This kind of external negotiation work was naturally Morgan's responsibility: Waiting for the Lord of Avalon to be wrapped in the protective suit, he pointed While looking at the display screen next to the operating table and explaining various problems of the Son of the Mountain, no war dog would question her authority.

Morgan began her story.

She told the familiar stories of the war dogs and the never-known truth, told everything about Nuceria, told bit by bit about Angron's past, and told what the Butcher's Nail brought to Angron. Despair and permanent changes: Except for the parts involving the Blood God, in less than ten minutes, War Dog's top brass experienced the first half of their genetic father's life in Morgan's words.

This heavy story is like a mountain of lead, weighing on the hearts of these legion senior officials. In the silence, only Karn, standing in the corner, dared to take a step forward under the gaze of the Primarch and the Emperor. Asking the question in his heart: This kind of courage made the Lord of Humanity, who had been watching, nod.

"With all due respect, my lord."

Kahn's voice was a little hoarse, a sign of suppressed anger.

"You...you didn't tell us who is the real culprit behind this?"

Faced with this gritted inquiry, Morgan only smiled.

[Is this important? 】

Before provoking the wrath of the war dogs. Morgan pointed at the Butcher's Nail, her words booming like a barrage of cannons.

[Even if you know the identity of the real murderer behind the scenes, what can you do? To take revenge on it? Carve its name on every inch of the wall on board the Resolute? Or do you think of it as an alien that you can kill? 】

[Remember, Warhounds: This is a life that can manipulate the Primarch, so the Emperor and I are going to fight against it. It is not someone you can provoke. If you keep chanting its name, imagine Regardless of its existence and significance, in the end, it will only drag down your genetic father, and it will only allow it to re-affect Angron's will. 】

[So, don’t think about it. 】

[As for revenge...]

[Leave it to me and the Emperor: this is our responsibility too. 】

"..."

These words caused everyone, including Kahn, to fall silent. When Morgan said that he would carry out a targeted memory wipe after this conversation, no one stood up to express opposition.

"So, is there really no way?"

The second person who asked the question was Kiel: He didn't seem as impulsive as Kahn, he just looked at the scarred head of their genetic father with sadness. Most people, including the acting army commander, at this moment They all just want to pull out the damn butcher’s nails.

【have. 】

Morgan nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.

[Otherwise, the Emperor would not have called you here: We have generally solved the troubles caused by the Butcher's Nails, and even the operation was completely declared a success a month ago. 】

[However, the Butcher's Nail is not something we can solve at once: as I told you before, our fundamental idea of ​​​​solving the Butcher's Nail is to remove the pain caused by the nail to Angron, and this will It is a long and continuous project. 】

[Considering that neither I nor the Emperor can stay with Angron and the Twelfth Legion all the time, that’s why the Emperor brought you here to tell you how to maintain the oppression of the Butcher’s Nail and how to make you The genetic father can live normally. 】

As soon as these words came out, the previous lifeless mood was swept away. All the war dogs raised their heads, widened their eyes, and listened intently to the words of the Lord of Avalon, while Morgan clapped his hands, Then the Imperial Guard pulled back the heavy curtain behind the Emperor.

Behind the curtain, there was the third transaction item that Morgan asked the Lord of Solenams in the transaction with Trazin: However, unlike the black stone device and the heart-locking beetle, the third item was not The invention of the Necron.

And these trading items caused a commotion the moment they appeared: although the war dogs didn't know what they were, everyone could feel an ancient spirit from these trading items. The madness, depravity and viciousness of the era.

Even without Morgan's first explanation, the most experienced war dogs can be 100% sure that these things are definitely the creation of aliens: and they are blasphemous things that only the most disgusting aliens can create.

[Allow me to introduce it. 】

The Lord of Avalon snapped his fingers.

[This is: pod sarcophagus. 】

Morgan's smiling eyes glanced around the war dogs present, but did not wait for the questioner like before: everyone's eyes were attracted by these pod sarcophagi, and the most sharp-eyed war dog discovered that among these three Among the more than ten pod sarcophagi, without exception, there lay a completely restrained Dark Eldar.

"Is this a Comoran thing?"

One of the most experienced war dogs asked tentatively, and the Lord of Avalon confirmed in a light voice and began her final explanation.

【Yes. 】

[Everyone, I think you have all heard of those bastards from Commorragh during this great crusade, especially those bastards of Commorragh: the notorious Haemonculi among the Dark Eldar. ,Right? 】

# unanimous nod#

Morgan raised her thumb and pointed at the things behind her.

[As for these pod sarcophagi, I spent a lot of effort to get them from the Haemonculi of Comoros: these things are the Haemonculi's trump card. They will use this device to resurrect those who are dying, and even The dead Dark Eldar. 】

[The specific operation method is very simple and metaphysical: it is to create pain near the pod sarcophagus, so that the dark spirits inside the sarcophagus can absorb it, and the dying dark spirits can use this pain to let them Flesh and blood grows again to continue their dark and miserable lives. 】

The mere description in language was enough to make the war dogs frown. They did not understand the relationship between these blasphemous creations and their noble primarch: until Morgan pointed his finger at the modified part of the Butcher's Nail and began to explain. Taking the final step of the plan.

[So, as I told you before: I have further modified the Butcher's Nail during the operation. The information that the nail body caused pain to Angron will not be transmitted to each tendril, but will be Intercepted and transmitted to the various Heart-locking Nails that the Emperor and I jointly forged. 】

[These locking nails will inflict corresponding pain, making the body of the Butcher's Nail think it is running, thus allowing the nail's operating logic to continue: As for where these locking nails were hit... …]

The primarch laughed, her smile so flamboyant and vicious that even without her giving further instructions, the warhounds' eyes had already moved to the pod sarcophagus: specifically, the dark lords in the sarcophagus. .

【Yes. 】

Morgan nodded with satisfaction: Astartes is indeed very clear.

[These nails have been driven into the heads of the Dark Eldar in these pod sarcophagi. They will bear the pain instead of your genetic father, and their pain will be used as nourishment. Ensure that the Dark Eldar in the sarcophagus next door will not die. 】

[That’s it: The Butcher’s Nail’s command was intercepted, and the Heart-locking Nail will replace the Butcher’s Nail to release pain. The Dark Eldar with the Heart-locking Nail will use their pain to nourish their compatriots next door. , ensuring that none of them will die in pain. 】

【And Angron...】

Morgan's fingers gently traced her blood brother's face.

【Then I won’t be tortured anymore. 】

[The Dark Eldar will share all the pain of the Butcher's Nail. 】

She laughed, a contagious smile that lifted the gloom from the room.

At this moment, the dark clouds above War Dog finally dispersed, and only the cautious acting army commander Kiel raised a question after thinking for the briefest time.

"Then, are there any precautions?"

【There are two. 】

Morgan held up two fingers.

[First of all, the Nail of the Heart has its own limitations. You'd better not let these pod sarcophagi be too far away from Angron: there is no problem within one galaxy, but if it exceeds several galaxies or even further , it may fail. 】

The war dogs nodded seriously.

[As for the second point...]

A cruel and ruthless light flashed from the corner of the Primarch's eyes.

[In the past few months, the Emperor and I have conducted many biological experiments with the Dark Eldar, and finally discovered: You do not need to drive more than thirty pod sarcophagi at the same time, divide them into three groups , taking turns, can extend the life of the Dark Eldar. 】

[But be careful: Despite this, within a few weeks to a few months, the bodies of these Dark Eldar will still be completely useless, and you will have to find new replacements. 】

"Can it only be the Dark Eldar?"

Some war dogs frowned.

Morgan shook his head.

[The Dark Eldar are the best: their bodies are inherently capable of absorbing pain. 】

[After them, there are also a variety of aliens that are suitable carriers: I will send you the experimental records, and you can just follow the above. Generally speaking, the effects of the Eldar are much better than other aliens. . 】

【not to mention……】

Morgan smiled, her eyes focused on the faces of each war dog, and the corners of her mouth grinned with vengeance: with the help of Conrad, Morgan naturally knew what the first page of Angron's story was. What.

Those smart-alecked Eldar prophets...

[I think you don’t know the tragedy of your genetic father...]

[Which party started it? 】