Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Rogge-Dorn is here.

With all the strength he was proud of.

The resolute and majestic figure of the [Eternal Crusade], just like the Seventh Legion it shelters, is a bright sharp blade that can cut through the surface of the physical universe: when such a behemoth slowly sails out from Mandeville Point, The hundreds of ships that followed it were dwarfed by its pride and glory.

Groups of battleships followed the imperial eagle and poured out of the rift in the subspace. Behind them were countless small battleships, troop transports and supply ships, which would take at least ten hours. , in order to jump out of the sea of ​​souls one by one, and thus safely transport the entire Imperial Fist Legion's 60,000 soldiers and millions of Imperial auxiliary troops to the pre-arranged assembly point.

Although due to the long journey and the rush of the schedule, the final killer weapon of the Imperial Fists Legion that shook the galaxy: the Phalanx was not able to accompany this expedition fleet, but despite this, the Imperial Fist Legion, numbered [Imperial No. The Void Leviathan of the Three Expeditionary Fleets is still a terrifying force capable of wiping out several star regions.

Since the Glory Queen-class battleship [Eternal Crusade], Dorn mobilized more than 550 battleships to support his brothers. This number is even greater than the two legions of Iron Warriors and Dawnbreakers staying in the Kraken Abyss area. The total number of fleets is even greater in total.

No one was surprised: not even Perturabo, who was keeping an eye on the fleet.

As early as when the Great Crusade was gradually getting into shape, all beings in the Empire generally believed that the Imperial Fists had the most powerful and diverse fleet force among all legions. Now it seems that this is indeed the case: there is no doubt that they will be able to get rid of the Empire. Apart from the strongest fleet, the First Fleet, which is personally commanded by the Lord of Mankind, perhaps only the Ultramarines, who have a big business, and have never publicly disclosed their own data, and the two legions of the Dawnbreakers, can do it on the basis of devoting all their strength. Go up and have the qualifications to compete with the Seventh Legion in the void.

Of course, this kind of [fight] needs to rule out the existence of the transcendental thing [Phalanx] in advance: after all, even Dorne himself has not been able to figure out this wonder in the battle, which is older than the entire empire. , how many opponents can it suppress in a void battle?

But no matter what, the [Phalanx] is invincible in the void. As long as it is present, the Seventh Legion can firmly hold the entire battlefield in its hands: just like their legion badge That way.

Maybe everyone, including Dorn, thought so.

but……

Morgan didn't think so.

Standing next to Perturabo, standing on the observation deck of the thirteen-story tower built by the Iron Warriors under a limited time limit, the Lord of Avalon was able to pass the ultra-limited oracle carefully modified by the Olympians. Instrument, clearly observed the Seventh Legion's fleet half a galaxy away: But when she realized that the Phalanx was not traveling with this fleet, the Spider Queen felt a little regretful.

She has heard about that legendary relic for a long time, and it is not that she has never met the Seventh Legion in the past. However, by chance, Morgan never had the opportunity to witness the true majesty of the Phalanx, so naturally she also Unable to fulfill the private wish in my heart.

As for what this wish is?

Naturally, this was done by observing the Imperial Fist's trump card at close range and comparing it with the Blackstone Fortresses that Morgan secretly hid in the Far Eastern Frontier: After all, Dorn's loyalty to the Lord of Mankind was evident. , so Morgan will always regard it as an imaginary enemy, and since it is an imaginary enemy, then [Phalanx] will always be a big trouble.

Therefore, the original body needs to conduct an evaluation of [Phalanx] and Blackstone Fortress. If the result of the evaluation is favorable to Avalon, it doesn't matter. If [Phalanx] is better, then Morgan wants to go beyond the battlefield. method.

In addition, the Spider Queen actually also shoulders a mission: her loyal Mechanicus ally Reza had long ago asked the Primarch in a roundabout way if he could take advantage of his identity to bring back some useful information. Regarding the information about [Phanzhen]: Even if it is just some internal specific data.

It is understandable that every Omnissiah believer is extremely coveted for this mechanical treasure that is unique in the galaxy, and Reza is no exception: since it is absolutely impossible to take it as his own, then through The way to collect intelligence is to touch the skin and smell it, which can temporarily satisfy these plasma fanatics.

And Reza himself knew very well that this request was somewhat too much, so [The Forge of Binding Stars] made an irresistible offer to Morgan: With the Spider Queen’s decades of continuous feeding, today’s Reza Their troops and horses are already strong, and the Titan Legion and Knight Family under their command have also reached their theoretical strongest state.

So, of course. Reza, who had extremely abundant resources on hand, began to engage in its traditional arts: [Alphabet] and [Branch]. The discussion of building a second Titan Legion has been put on the agenda within the Flame-Blooded Sect, and in the Eastern Galaxy , Reza is also looking for a knight family suitable to be recruited.

Naturally, these big moves cannot escape the eyes of the Lord of Avalon. And Ryza never thought of deceiving this kind ally: the Mecha Saint of the Forge World personally went to the Far Eastern Frontier, held a significant meeting with the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker, and took advantage of the opportunity to ask Morgan to explore the Mountain Formation. This ray of east wind from the internal situation of No. 1 brought the gifts they had prepared to the Spider Queen.

That is a second Titan army established by Reza that has begun to take shape. Although it cannot be put into the battlefield immediately, it will be able to serve the Lord of Avalon in a few decades at most.

The technical saint enthusiastically introduced the great product under the wings of this little double-headed eagle, and told Morgan in a flattering manner that this newly established Titan Legion would have the most beautiful name to prove that Avalon and Rui The alliance between the two is unbreakable.

[Hand of the Queen. 】

The Lord of Avalon whispered the name in her heart. The corners of her mouth curled up. She was very satisfied with the name, just as she was satisfied with Reza's guarantee: This will be the third Titan to fight in the galaxy in the name of Morgan. The Legion, like its two elders, the Legion of Militant and the Legion of the Sun, will have the support of Ryza and will become a powerful first-tier Legion in a few decades.

Taking into account the already powerful Militant Legion, as well as the Corona Legion, which has gradually grown in strength under decades of careful cultivation by the entire [Far East Industrial Alliance]: it is foreseeable that in the future, the Lord of Avalon will soon With three first-level Titan legions, this is a godly force that can even compete with Mars on paper.

And the best thing is that such a powerful private force will not attract the attention of anyone except Mars: after all, on Macragge in the south of Avalon, a certain unambitious Ultramar The feudal king is celebrating the eighth Titan Legion that has signed an alliance with him and thus joined the family of five hundred worlds.

Perhaps it was only then that Guilliman vaguely realized that his behavior was a bit too ostentatious?

Thinking of this, even the Spider Queen couldn't help but sigh.

Eight Titan legions are equivalent to eight first-class forging worlds.

How dare Guilliman...

"What are you sighing about, Morgan?"

But before the Spider Queen could dissipate the emotion in her heart, the temporary relaxation on her face just caught the eyes of the Lord of Steel: Perturabo happened to take his eyes away from the bird walker, and his Zhang Jianyi's face became harder and harder after witnessing Dorne's powerful military power.

[Just sighing at Dorne's power. 】

Faced with this unexpected situation, Morgan neither panicked nor hesitated. Her voice was silky and smooth, and Perturabo did not detect any clues in it. He just hummed slightly to express his dissatisfaction with the content of the words.

[Power on paper cannot represent real strength: No matter how many things we plan in books, in the end, everything can only be seen on the battlefield. 】

The Lord of Steel instinctively refuted Morgan at first. Then, he seemed to remember the [written cooperation] between him and Morgan more than ten days ago, so he pursed his lips again and quickly added in the subsequent explanations.

But despite the disdain expressed on his lips, the Lord of Steel's gaze towards the auger was still extremely serious. Morgan could see a trace of suppressed shock in the depths of his pupils. She was not surprised by this: faced with such Any Primarch would be shocked and shocked by the powerful fleet power.

[I heard that Dorn was in too much of a hurry to set out and did not even use his full strength: neither the fleet nor the strength of the troops was the limit of the Seventh Legion. 】

The Lord of Dawnbreaker smiled, and she whispered out the information that her internal affairs department had sent to her over the past few days: this information was not difficult to obtain through various supply worlds along the Imperial Fist's route.

[But despite this, Dorn still brought as much of his power as possible: the Imperial Fists of more than 80,000 people, he summoned more than 60,000, and mobilized at least 550 of the 700 battleships: Considering that he only had a dozen days of mobilization time, this efficiency and results are really amazing. 】

"it's not a big deal."

The Lord of Steel lowered his eyebrows, and directed his hand towards the Iron Warriors arranged in a square formation under the tower: the 60,000-strong army was overwhelming, and the array of armored engines and artillery spread to the edge of the field of vision. , just watching this scene, no one would not believe that this steel army is enough to conquer the entire galaxy.

"Look, Morgan, it took me less than seven days to mobilize the same 60,000 Iron Warriors here: you are by my side and can witness the whole process, and my efficiency will only be higher than Dorn. ."

"As for the fleet?"

"snort!"

The Lord of Steel snorted coldly.

"For a long time, the Seventh Legion's conquest has been just rolling in circles around the entire Sun Star Territory: close to the most affiliated core area of ​​the empire, it is appropriate to accumulate such a huge fleet. Doing this does not mean anything. , Failure to do so means incompetence.”

[So, you and Dorne actually didn’t meet much during the Great Crusade, right: after all, according to you, your routes of conquest were two parallel lines that did not intersect? 】

Morgan licked her lips. She carefully grasped the Iron Lord's state of mind at this time. Although Perturabo's words sounded rude, by observing his twinkling pupils and the softness in his voice, Ava realized that The Lord of Long can still be sure of one thing: Although Perturabo may have many prejudices against Dorne, his logical thinking is also very clear. How many forces Dorne mobilized to support them in a short period of time .

In this regard, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists was certainly committed.

This fact touched Perturabo somewhat. His heart that could create marble statues and amphitheaters was no longer so cold and hard as iron: the soul of the artist quietly emerged.

Sure enough, when faced with Morgan proactively provoking a topic related to Dorne, the Lord of Steel did not suddenly become angry. He just stated his point of view with a gloomy face.

"of course not."

"In fact, Dorn and I have basically never talked. This can be regarded as the first cooperation between our two legions: the Milky Way is so vast, and most of our blood brothers actually rarely meet."

We rarely meet: that's a fact.

Morgan nodded.

But the question is: since we rarely see each other, why is the relationship between you and Dorn so tense? It's obvious that the two of you haven't exchanged a few words with each other.

The Spider Queen frowned and muttered in her heart: This is a question she has never been able to understand. Why do Dorn and Perturabo, who are theoretically strangers, have such a relationship with each other? What about stiffness?

But for a while, she couldn't figure out this problem. It would be better to observe the meeting between Perturabo and Dorne later: After making up his mind, the Lord of Avalon put his hands behind his back and accompanied him. The Olympians descended the tower together.

The flagship of the Imperial Fists had approached low Earth orbit, and its owner, with unenthusiastic but impeccable courtesy, requested a meeting with the two Primarchs.

then. An array of 60,000 Iron Warriors were lined up one after another. The strong military force could be clearly seen from high in the sky. The Trident and the best war blacksmiths, as well as the eleven Knights of the Round Table under Morgan, were closely connected. Following the two primarchs, he stood at the forefront of more than 60,000 battle brothers.

A flat and tough tarmac that could be called a work of art was right in front of them. Dorn and his guards carried three fighter planes and landed neatly on it.

There was no suspense, and no deliberate pause. Almost at the moment when the fighter plane stabilized its posture, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist walked out and appeared in front of everyone, followed by ten people. Guard.

Morgan could feel the blood relative next to her breathing faster for a moment.

"Morgan, Perturabo."

When he was still fifteen meters away from his two blood relatives, the Lord of Invite stopped and nodded to the two Primarchs, taking it as a greeting: he ignored them equally. He ignored the stiff expression and nod on Perturabo's face, and ignored Morgan's gentle smile and the constant blinking hints from the Lord of Avalon.

He just walked upright in front of the Olympians in front of more than 60,000 warriors, which caused a lot of confusion: but Morgan knew very well that the greeting just now was already the master of the Imperial Fist's brotherly love. After expressing it, he will not perform any more hugs or greeting rituals.

Because the greetings have been finished, it’s time to get down to business: theoretically speaking, the person Perturabo handed over to him was the Lord of Steel who was in charge of the expedition to the Kraken Abyss.

So, Dorn spoke in a voice that was loud enough to be heard by the Tridents, Knights of the Round Table and the guards behind him.

"Perturabo, brother."

"Terra is concerned about your ability to continue the expedition to Kraken's Abyss."

"So, I was sent here: to ensure the ultimate victory of this expedition."

"..."

The voice echoed, reaching everyone's ears.

Perturabo was silent: just like everyone present, but his face was stiff. This was formed by the ferocious look on the faces of the tridents behind him and the unsurprising helplessness in Morgan's eyes. An interesting but absurd contrast.

【……】

At the same time, standing next to him, the Lord of Avalon heard clearly.

at a certain moment.

It seemed like something was broken.

Oh, maybe that's a poor heart.