Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Under the resentful eyes of his battle brothers and his own confusion, Dantioch knocked on the heavy iron door of the large conference room. The metal skull symbol on it made him feel depressed.

In the few seconds when the chain and the heavy bolt were intertwined and rubbed, the war blacksmith seized the time and had a final reflection: Perhaps it was because he had been separated from the Fourth Legion for too long, and Dantioch could not think of a way to reintegrate into the Legion.

But one thing is certain for the war blacksmith: he can no longer be the target of public criticism on the battleship like he was just now. He must become a little more low-key, just like before.

That's right: keep a low profile, be reserved, avoid becoming a target in the eyes of others, and avoid becoming the most conspicuous one in the crowd. Only such steel warriors can live longer.

This is no longer Avalon.

"..."

Yes, this is no longer Avalon.

The war blacksmith closed his eyes, sighed longly, and opened the door, not forgetting to encourage himself in his heart: It should be nothing rare, as long as he keeps a low profile and salutes like before...

"Look, isn't this my best commander, Dantioch?"

Before the iron door was fully opened, and the fantasy in his heart had not yet completely ended, the Olympian Tyrant's roar of approval, like a bell, broke through the thick door and swept the ears of everyone within a few hundred meters in an instant.

The next moment, whether in the conference room or in the corridor outside the conference room, hundreds of pairs of gray eyes stared at the war blacksmith. Countless completely different emotions rushed in, but generally speaking, they were not kind.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the back of Dantioch's neck.

"..."

"Grass!"

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The internal space of the legion's large conference room, planned by the Lord of Olympia himself, is naturally very wide, enough to accommodate a full Astartes company, but at the moment, there are only a few figures standing here.

Behind Perturabo is naturally the Trident Council that he relies on most, the most outstanding military commander in the entire Fourth Army, and the best sandbag part-time. Behind Morgan are the Virgos, Hector and The heights and builds of these three men, including Rana, the Guards General, present interesting contrasts.

But Dantioch had no time to pay attention to such unimportant matters.

The War Blacksmith, who became famous because of a word of praise from the original body and had harvested at least hundreds of fanatical hatreds, the first thing he did after entering the large conference room was to close the door tightly with both hands. The iron gate behind you.

Those eyes that were fixed on his back were no gentler than the melta bombs: although the eyes of the tridents standing behind the original body were not much different.

Out of instinct, the war blacksmith's eyes swept across the open space in front of him. He saw his genetic father pointing at him and saying something to Morgan across the table: it seemed to be some compliments that made Dantioch's heart tremble. word.

Then he discovered that his genetic father actually waved to him with a smile on his face: Dantioch had seen that smile when the mortal crew members on the Dawn Goddess won the children's school competition prize. The parents' faces would light up with the same smile as the Primarch's when they saw their children on stage.

"..."

So, is this really not his dream?

Dantioch thought to himself.

He really didn't stay on the iron bed that had been theoretically hammered to pieces by him, shouting the name of the father of genes in gibberish, and then when he opened his eyes, he would see the new blood from Salamas gathering. Together, are you paying for the bed repair bill for him with a sullen expression?

"Come here, Dantioch."

The primarch's laughter interrupted the warsmith's whispers.

"Come to me, Dantioch, come to my side, and let me see the medals you received on the far eastern frontier: I may give you another medal for your bravery at Morgan. Fight."

Having said this, the Lord of Steel's eyes actually flashed with love for a moment.

"There are not many people as good as you in my army."

"..."

The war blacksmith swallowed, and he did not dare to reply loudly to his genetic father, just like any Astartes warrior who had been awarded by the Primarch: after all, the atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more subtle.

The eyes of the tridents are no different from those of the tridents.

At this moment, Dantioch even remembered the great legend about the psychic swordsman Ahriman that he had heard aboard the Dawn Goddess: He felt that he was about to experience the encounter with that great The soldier experienced almost the same thing forty years ago.

But just when the war blacksmith felt in a dilemma, Morgan, standing opposite Perturabo, chuckled, and then blinked at her Olympian blood relative in the war blacksmith's grateful eyes.

[Let him stand next to me, Perturabo, I need him to explain to me some of the details of this expedition: this kind of delicate work is your Iron Warriors' specialty, and I'm looking for it all over Avalon. There is no better candidate. 】

"Well then: Dantioch is indeed a reassuring fellow."

Hearing this, the Lord of Steel laughed heartily. He waved his hand and allowed the war blacksmith to eagerly move to the side of the Spider Queen. The Primarch of the Dawnbreaker only pointed at Hector behind him.

[You wait there first. 】

Dantioch nodded quickly, and then moved to Hector's side. The son of Morgan, who had fought alongside him, just glanced down and staggered half of his body until the war blacksmith stood over. , Hector quietly moved half of his body towards Dantioch.

As a result, the war blacksmith disappeared from everyone's sight.

Dantioch was satisfied with this: when he looked up. When he looked at the son of Morgan who stood in front of him, who was four or five times older than him, the war blacksmith felt that the temperature in the whole room had become much warmer.

And this guy in front of me...

Well, look at this body, look at this silent kindness, look at this height that is almost the same as the Primarch, and the majestic body that is almost as strong as the Dauntless: it's like a living fortress.

It is filled with a feeling of peace of mind.

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"That's right, it's peace of mind."

Perturabo nodded, running his fingers through the coldness of the galactic north.

"Essentially, this expedition is to make Holy Terra feel at ease, and also to help the emerging colonies established by the Empire in the north of the Obscure Star Territory to eliminate potential external threats: punishment, massacre and deterrence are this expedition. All the means needed.”

[But these areas do not seem to be worthy of a major war. 】

Morgan frowned slightly. Following Perturabo's guidance, her eyes kept wandering around the star map, and finally stopped at the area that she had never paid attention to in the previous decades. .

Strictly speaking, the goal of this expedition is not even within the administrative plan of the empire itself. It does not belong to the Obscure Star Region or the Far East Star Region, but to the north of the junction of the two star regions. Drawn into the darkness of the Great Crusade.

This area is even more remote than the Gulf of Damocles and the Ghoul Stars, or the Randan home planet that Morgan once conquered. The empire has little interest here at all, and the few worlds that have been detected are not at all. It has no characteristics or value at all.

Naorgiton, Zanov, Istvan or Legatus...

Morgan whispered their names and thumbed through Virgo's memory stores.

No impression at all.

These worlds that have not yet been fully occupied by the empire are completely barren lands. It is difficult to imagine that a grand war involving the Legion will break out on this dry land.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon couldn't help but feel curious: If the Dawnbreaker Legion joined this expedition, it was just because the Far Eastern Frontier was already a giant in the eastern part of the Galaxy, and had recently gradually extended its tentacles to the northeast and north of the Galaxy. As a result, this wild area became a place where the sons of Morgan had to face military responsibilities.

So why do the Iron Warriors, who have nothing to do with this area, take the initiative to come to this wretched place to gnaw hard bones: the war here cannot bring rich oil and water, and there is no cooperative world or ancient ancient world that can be recovered. Technology, and the expedition to this land that the empire has no intention of managing is even less likely to bring any honor and reputation to the Fourth Legion.

In other words, no matter which legion comes to conquer here, it will be thankless: Holy Terra also knows this very well, so they do not have mandatory assignments, but insert this task into the free task list. Let each legion receive it as appropriate.

It should be said that no normal legion or original body would volunteer to do this kind of work, but Perturabo really came voluntarily, even involving Morgan: it is precisely because the Iron Warriors cannot complete this distant journey alone , an arduous and fruitless expedition, the Daybreakers who were closer were captured.

At this point, Morgan looked at Perturabo with a bit of resentment: However, the tyrant of Olympia did not notice this at all. His finger drew a circle somewhere in this dark area, and then Knocked there hard.

"The heart of the expedition is here."

[Kraken Abyss. 】

The Primarch whispered the name.

"According to reports from the imperial colonies in the northern part of the galaxy, there is a pocket empire inherited from the Dark Age of Technology inside the Kraken Abyss. Their main ethnic groups are humans and certain kinds of aliens, and their human rulers were as early as twenty years ago. Before that, we rejected the reasonable request issued by Holy Terra.”

"The human residents in this pocket empire refused to slaughter what they called their alien compatriots and returned to the empire's control: Originally, this was nothing. After all, the value here is indeed as you said, very low. Terra did not even conquer this place. military plans."

"But just a few years ago, this pocket empire actually took the initiative to harass and invade nearby imperial worlds. They reached close cooperation with a mysterious alien species that we had never known before. There have been at least three imperial worlds It fell under their attack."

"So, Holy Terra sent you and my legion here."

【Mysterious alien...】

Morgan frowned.

[No information at all? 】

"Only very few."

The Lord of Steel frowned.

"Because the imperial world's armaments in the area are very weak, even if there are a few victories, they will not be able to capture the prisoners of war or the remains of these mysterious aliens on the battlefield: However, they did capture this in several small-scale battles. A few human soldiers from the Pocket Empire."

"After interrogation, it was learned that these human soldiers themselves did not know what kind of aliens they were cooperating with, but their senior officials seemed to have reached cooperation with these aliens in a very short period of time. Internally, they Then we will call this kind of alien..."

"The Hrud."

[…Hrud people…]

Morgan chewed on the name, her brows never loosening.

After a long time, the Primarch looked at Virgo next to him, and Virgo was also looking up at his creator. The star maid who carried a lot of knowledge stood there, pondered for a moment, and then looked helplessly to the Lord of Avalon. Shaked his head.

Something I've never heard of.

The Spider Queen curled her lips. She didn't care much about this: she thought it wouldn't be a formidable enemy that was difficult to deal with. Otherwise, she wouldn't have huddled in this place where birds don't shit. She had already fought with Ran Dan Empire or Lu Like skin, it has entered the affiliated area of ​​​​the center of the galaxy.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon became even more certain about the determination she made when she received the order for this expedition: Since Perturabo volunteered, then all the glory of this expedition should be given to the Iron Warriors. , she and her Dawnbreakers can just start a fight, and treat it as an armed parade.

Anyway, they are a combination of a weak original body and a weak legion.

By the way, it can also help those foundry worlds that cooperate with her to find potential partners in this remote corner: although most of the world here is a desolate wasteland, mineral resources may not be lacking, and as long as there are With enough minerals, not to mention the wasteland, even hell, the casting world can withstand the magma and build a raw material colony here.

Although she had made up her mind, on the surface, the Lord of Avalon still decided to carry out the face-saving project to the end. Morgan looked embarrassed and whispered to her blood relatives, as if she was afraid that the words in her mouth would make Pettu Rab was disappointed.

[You know, brother, I cannot bring too many troops in this expedition. My Dawnbreakers can only draw less than 3,000 people, but I promise, I also brought a large number of elite auxiliaries. Army, they are the most trustworthy mortal elites in the entire Avalon. 】

The words of the Spider Queen were half true and half false: the strength of the Dawnbreaker Legion was certainly not so short, but on the other hand, she did bring a large number of elite mortal auxiliary troops to ensure the bottom line of this expedition.

Perturabo, who had no idea about this, nodded generously.

"It's okay, sister."

"Neither your heirs nor your mortal auxiliaries need to shoulder more tasks in this battle. I have brought almost the entire strength of the Fourth Legion, more than 150,000 Astartes warriors: As for As for the auxiliary army, although I did not receive timely replenishment after the last battle, the troops I have on hand are sufficient."

"Until the auxiliary troops I have on hand are used up, everything will continue as usual."

【……】

He just said... consumption?