Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Iron Warrior..."

"It's so missed."

When the huge and fierce figure of the "Iron Blood" gradually swallowed up the transport boat on which Dantioch was riding, the war blacksmith of the 14th Battalion was standing in front of the porthole, quietly looking at the ship that carried him. The great battleship of the first half of life.

Whether it was the extra thick outer armor compared to other Glory Queen-class battleships, or the strange surface without any portholes from beginning to end, it all made Dantioch feel so familiar yet strange.

He was like a wanderer returning home, vaguely seeing the vague outline of his hometown on the hill. Although he was extremely excited, he did not dare to take another step forward. He could only sigh in this inexplicable entanglement.

"It feels like I have been away from the Fourth Legion for a long time. When was the last time I boarded the [Iron-Blooded]? When was the last time I sang its name?"

"Was it thirty years ago? Or forty years? Or longer? So long that I have forgotten?"

Dantioch smiled bitterly. He was immersed in this alternative nostalgia, feeling the long-lost poetic feelings in his chest, and he was constantly brewing elegant sentences.

only……

"Just yesterday! Sir: When you were taking a nap in the cabin yesterday, you were still chanting the names of [Iron-Blooded] and the Father of Genes. While you were chanting, you cried bitterly, and you even smashed the big iron bed. .”

"...Tsk..."

However, some other people in the cabin did not seem to understand Dantioch's poetic feelings at this time: when the war blacksmith, whose good mood was ruined, turned his head and looked with some resentment, he only saw A few excited and cheerful young faces.

They are all Iron Warriors, and they are all young. It seems that they have only experienced a military career of less than twenty years at most. Every face is filled with a sense of pride that has never been defeated: these people are obviously not The warriors from Olympia, they are all excellent young men carefully selected by Dantioch from the so-called "New Blood of Salamas".

Under Dantioch's calm gaze, the owners of these faces huddled together, instinctively shrinking their necks, and even their voices became obviously mute, but the leader was still very courageous: all around him Under the admiring gazes of his battle brothers, he firmly raised a finger and tenaciously completed the second half of the sentence in his throat.

"It's up to us to help you advance the money."

"..."

#DantiochianSilence#

"I understand. I will make up for this debt later: I'm sorry to bother you."

After a moment of silence, Dantioch found that he had nothing to say. His originally hard heart softened the moment he saw these young faces. When he spoke again, the war blacksmith instinctively With the tone of a kind-hearted elder, he comforted these young juniors who only had a military career of more than ten years.

"Get ready, we are about to board the ship."

Then, turning around, shaking his head, and sighing helplessly, the war blacksmith quietly listened to the sounds behind him: he only heard the new blood recruited from the Far Eastern border, and it was just silent for a moment, and then accompanied by The whispers between each other returned to the cheerful atmosphere a few seconds ago. This time, it was also mixed with the pinging of the medals of honor they wore on each other.

This group of unattractive boys...

Dantioch shook his head and sighed, but he could feel the corners of his mouth rising.

However, this kind of happiness was only short-lived after all. When the front half of the "Iron Blood" named "Twelve Gods" broke into the eyes of the war blacksmith, the tarmac in front of him slowly opened. At the gate, Dantioch took one last look at the boys behind him who were inexplicably excited about being able to return to the Legion, and the uneasiness in his heart almost burst out.

Frankly speaking, it was definitely not Dantioch's original intention to board the Iron-Blooded with this group of new blood from Salamas. It was just a last resort after careful consideration: after all, the Dawnbreaker Legion will compete with the Iron Warriors Legion. The news of the joint expedition was well known to everyone, and the Iron Warrior veterans on the Far Eastern frontier could not hide it no matter how hard they tried.

After the Olympian veterans struggled in vain for about ten days, the new blood of Salamas finally learned of the news, and it spread like a whirlwind.

So, when Dantioch saw this group of recruits recruited from the Far Eastern frontier, they imitated the habits of the Dawnbreaker Legion, elected their [public opinion representatives] through internal voting, and stood respectfully At the door of his office, eagerly hoping to be a part of this expedition.

At this moment, the war blacksmith felt the greatest mental pressure in his life: the last time he had this feeling was when he stood in front of the Lord of Avalon, looked directly into her eyes, and once again vowed to guarantee the Thalamas Sector The total number of Iron Warriors will never exceed six thousand.

To be honest, the War Blacksmith felt that his nonsense did not escape the eyes of the Primarch at all, but the Lord of Avalon did not care about it: in contrast, Morgan seemed to be interested in Dantioch's The promise of "If I lie, then let me shout long live the Imperial Fists in front of Perturabo" is more interesting.

As for whether this guarantee is true or false...

Let's put it this way: The petition submitted to Dantioch by these new blood representatives of Salamas alone has more than 6,000 genuine petition signatures: Dantioch has checked it, and there is no Olympia. people.

Originally, the war blacksmith planned to send a few eloquent old guys to help solve the problem, but he soon discovered that these cunning battle brothers had discovered that something was wrong early on: they were either going out for routine patrols, or going elsewhere. Recruits are being recruited from the world, or they are going to serve as temporary instructors for Avalon's mortal auxiliary army.

In short, when Dantioch was searching among his old friends who had not run away, looking for the unlucky ones who could use it to shirk responsibility, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was actually the most important among the old Olympians left behind. The one with the lotus tongue.

…

What a steadfast comradeship!

So, outside the door is a group of eager juniors, and inside is a group of old guys full of expectations: The war blacksmith only feels that no matter how colorful his life is, he will never encounter such a high blood pressure situation again.

He even forgot how long it took him to convince the representatives of the new recruits to accept his plan: Dantioch finally carefully selected a group of [calm and restrained] warriors among the new blood, and I have personally ensured that every member has a firm nerve.

Then, he personally took this lucky team and joined the Dawnbreaker expeditionary force, intending to take them back to the Fourth Legion and give these little brats [a chance to meet the market].

War Blacksmith only hopes that these relatively mature new bloods can accept the truth of the Fourth Legion little by little under his guidance, and that after returning to the Far Eastern Frontier, other new bloods can make the necessary psychological preparations.

It would be great if the impracticality of the new blood could be subtly dispelled, just like how the Far Eastern Frontier subtly influenced these old things: So, with such a naive dream, the War Blacksmith took one last look behind him The cheering team shook their heads and stepped out of the airport.

Although the excited and brisk steps of the new blood behind him did not sound like qualified Iron Warriors, there was nothing that could be done about it: the recruits recruited from the Far Eastern frontier would inevitably get along with the Dawnbreaker Legion. For a long time, I naturally became infected with the weird sense of comfort and optimism of the Sons of Morgan, and became like the recruits of the Dawnbreaker, always looking at this cruelty with an extraordinary recklessness and joy. of the Milky Way.

The seemingly noisy boys behind him are indeed the most [pessimistic] among the new blood of Salamas. They just think that Perturabo is the father of genes on par with Morgan, and those Optimists believe that Perturabo is a better genetic father than Morgan: after all, the Lord of Avalon has never flaunted his excellent performance in raising children.

She would always tell everyone that she was a terrible mother.

The new blood of the Iron Warriors believe in the words of the Lord of Avalon.

As for Dantioch?

"..."

Dantioch had nothing to say.

The war blacksmith walking at the front of the team narrowed his eyes slightly. After adapting to the bright and cheerful atmosphere of the Dawn Goddess, as well as the friendly greetings and children's laughter, he just stepped onto the Iron-Blooded Ship. This cold The dead silence in the room made him shiver.

He is already a little uncomfortable here.

The war blacksmith's eyes quickly swept across the tarmac. He only saw two battle brothers stationed here and a dozen mortal servants with ashen faces. He didn't see any familiar faces, so he just nodded silently. Nodding, he led the muttering new blood behind him and strode towards the core area of ​​the battleship.

Beside him, the two Iron Warriors stationed here used their strange eyes to look at this group of guys who were too un-[Iron Warriors], and behind Dantioch, behind his descendants, There was also a hint of confusion and worry in the voice.

Although these new blood of Salamas are still very young, they are after all great Astartes warriors. They are extremely sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment: as soon as they set foot on the [Iron-Blooded], many people There was a hint of stiffness on their faces, and when their eyes swept over the ashen-faced mortal servants, almost every new Iron Warrior's brows frowned instinctively.

Everything seems a little off?

The style of this battleship is inevitably a bit too dark, and the faces of these mortal servants are also too pale. They even look no different from the walking dead: the new blood is keenly aware of the slight differences between the two legions. , but what makes them uneasy is that they do not feel that these scenes on the [Iron Blood] will be the better side.

The faces of the leading recruit captains became more and more serious. They seemed to want to ask the respected senior Dantioch something, but the War Blacksmith had no time to answer their questions. He just silently and firmly led this increasingly restless group. The team moved forward in the cold corridor.

Along the way, he felt more and more gazes coming from battle brothers he knew or didn't know. They were all strange and even disgusted with the team behind Dantioch, and the low and hoarse voices of discussion also Never shying away from the ears of the warsmith.

What's more, Dantioch found that a lot of eyes and discussions were actually focused on him. The further he walked in, the more strange eyes he looked at the war blacksmith, as if from the beginning. Dantioch, who returned from the Dawnbreaker Legion, has become a weirdo, a guy who is incompatible with the Fourth Legion.

The war blacksmith frowned. He didn't know what the problem was, but he didn't care about these things: at the best, he at least shared part of the firepower for the new recruits behind him.

Olympians enjoy hardship.

And when they advanced all the way to the meeting room of the Primarch, although the uneasiness of the recruits could no longer be suppressed, there was no bad situation such as blocking the road and questioning the war blacksmith as he had expected, which made Dantioch feel relieved. tone, and then he pointed to the waiting room next to him.

"You guys stay inside for a while."

The war blacksmith's voice was calm and unquestionable, and although these Avalon recruits who were brought up by him were full of doubts, they still obeyed the orders honestly and entered the waiting room in an orderly manner: Through the gap, Dan Tiok could see that the Dawnbreakers who had followed Morgan aboard the ship were also making repairs in the room at the moment. This was why he dared to place these recruits here.

As for the new recruits’ confusion…

The Warsmith sighed.

Let's take it one step at a time: He now has a tougher problem.

Thinking of this, Dantioch cast his eyes in the direction of the conference room, and saw a person standing at the end of the corridor. It seemed that he was being ordered to take him to the conference room: the war blacksmith took a step forward and recognized He met the person waiting for him, and then, a relaxed smile appeared on Dantioch's face.

"It's you, Kyle."

The war blacksmith greeted him, and he recognized that the person waiting for him was Kyle Valen, the second company commander of the newly established 77th Battalion, and he could be considered a friend of Dantioch: at least In the depressing atmosphere of the Fourth Legion, he and Kyle were able to chat for a few words.

"You look a lot changed, my dear brother Warsmith."

After a simple hug, the stern-faced Kyle looked Dantioch up and down, and then he was amazed: the war blacksmith was keenly aware that the look in Kyle's pupils was exactly what he had seen along the way. The strange look felt in the eyes of the battle brothers.

It seemed that every Iron Warrior reached an agreement in silence. They all agreed that certain elements in Dantioch did not belong to the Fourth Legion or the [Iron-Blooded].

But... what is it?

The war blacksmith was puzzled. He believed that he had never deviated from the teachings he heard from Perturabo, nor had he abandoned the war philosophy of the Fourth Legion: Therefore, Dantioch did not choose to go around in circles. After a few pleasantries, he asked his friend the question bluntly.

"ha?"

Kyle smiled strangely, and his eyes focused on the war blacksmith's breastplate.

"You ask me, what's the difference between you and us Iron Warriors?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows. After discovering that Dantioch's pupils were really reflecting the light of confusion, the son of Perturabo who greeted him stopped laughing. He clenched his fists and knocked. After hitting the war blacksmith's breastplate, there was the sound of the gloves rubbing against a pile of twisted, delicate metal, instead of the bright sound of hitting the broad breastplate.

"See, Dantioch."

"Look carefully and listen carefully."

Kyle reached out and pointed, and Dantioch looked over according to the guidance, only to see the rows of golden badges on his breastplate: one-third of them were awarded to him by the Lord of Avalon himself, and the rest Most of it comes from the gratitude of the imperial worlds he protected during various military operations on the Far Eastern frontier.

Kyle's voice sounded a little excited.

"Dantioch, brother."

"Have you ever seen any Iron Warriors covered in medals?"

"..."

Dantioch was silent for a moment.

After a moment, he asked instinctively.

"but……"

"But these are all obtained through genuine achievements in various military operations on the Far Eastern frontier: look at these, brother, they have Lord Morgan's autograph, or they are a triumphal ceremony symbolizing those honors."

"Look at this, it's in recognition of me building the fortress on Salamas, this is the military medal awarded by the Primarch himself, and this is the honorary citizen insignia of the Aegis Sector: I welded them together , it can also function as a body armor in normal times.”

"They are all honors that I have earned little by little. This is just an acknowledgment."

"..."

Kyle did not respond to him, but looked at Dantioch silently. In the eyes of his former friend, the war blacksmith only noticed some dangerous light: this made him unconsciously touch his cold neck. .

After a long time, Kyle's hoarse voice sounded in Dantioch's ears.

"Okay...I'll take you to see the original body."

"But let me say this first, you'd better take off your medal armor: our genetic father does not want to see any of his descendants shining in front of him."

"...Ah, sorry, brother."

Dantioch scratched his head.

"I'm used to it at Avalon: I'll sort it out right now."

"...You bastard..."

Kyle muttered in a low voice, then turned his head and strode away, regardless of whether Dantioch could follow. The remaining war blacksmith, who had his head lowered, followed quickly while sighing silently.

It looks like...

He is indeed a little uncomfortable with the life of the Fourth Army.

…

so……

Why do they hate him?