Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Look, Dantioch: something seems to be going on with the Primarchs."

"It sounds like there's some commotion: it seems like those tridents and warsmiths?"

"What are they doing? What a bunch of useless bastards!"

Kelvaren gritted his teeth and clenched his iron fist loudly. He stretched his neck like a reckless young man, and his remaining eyeball was as big as a copper bell, wanting to see more. Be clear.

But unfortunately, both he and Dantioch were only standing on the edge of the Iron Warriors array at the moment, far away from where the original bodies were. They could neither see clearly what was going on nor hear the details. He could only stare at the blurry scene in the distance and stand there worried.

This made Kelvaren feel sad: if it weren't for the fact that he and Dantioch were transferred to the rear front by the original body a few days ago, giving priority to replenishing troops, and wasting a few days going back and forth, they would have been Based on the performance of their two battalions on the sentinel world, they must be able to stand beside the original body. Where will it be the turn of those few war blacksmiths who are just pretending to be good?

And those tridents with corpses in them!

Kyle Valen gritted his teeth.

Except for Frix, Perturabo's tridents are all cowards and cowards: all the Iron Warriors think so, and Kelvaren is no exception. He looks at these cowards rather than himself. Being able to stand beside the Primarch on such an important occasion made the War Blacksmith hate it with all his teeth.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious Kyle."

Of course, another war blacksmith didn't think so: although Dantioch was also blocked in a place where he could only glimpse the original body from a distance, he seemed to be at ease and had the leisure to comfort his battle brothers. As for The deep-faced legion general didn't seem to be worried at all about the commotion that occurred among the original bodies.

"You have to know that Sir Morgan is also there now: I haven't seen anything in the galaxy that she can't handle. Just calm down. It will return to normal after a while."

"..."

Kelvaren did not respond. He just turned his head and glanced at his brother. He muttered incomprehensible complaints, but he also retracted his steps and no longer looked anxiously in the direction of the original body: During the fierce battle on the world of Sentinel, the warsmith seemed instinctively convinced of Dantioch's point of view.

And as if to prove Dantioch's prophecy, the commotion in the distance suddenly stopped after more than ten seconds, replaced by the Iron Warriors who hurriedly restored their array under Perturabo's rough orders: these The warriors who poked their heads out because of the commotion of the Tridents were driven back to their original positions. Amid the roars and whistles of the officers, they continued to retreat to both sides until they squeezed out in the center of their array. A road wide enough for the Primarch to pass.

Kelvalen and Dantioch were at the end of this passage, near the thirteen-story tower. This time, they were squeezed to the front row and could clearly see the three original bodies and them. The respective guards appear to be approaching from a distance.

The expressions of these three emperor bloodlines seem to be worth savoring: the Lord of Steel has nothing to say, he is still the classic stiff and cold, but his steps are heavier than before, making the standing The Iron Warriors on both sides of the passage held their breaths in unison. Even the trident and several war blacksmiths behind him looked like they wanted to replace the iron boots under their feet with soft and silent silk insoles. .

The top brass of these legions had to move forward cautiously, but they had to keep up with their genetic father who was striding forward. It looked really funny and pitiful.

Next to the Lord of Steel, the genetic mother of the Dawnbreakers occupies the middle position. This is actually inappropriate, as if she forced her way in to prevent her two brothers from being side by side: Morgan is superb. Her micro-expression control allows her to still maintain an amazing and perfect smile. If you only look at the Spider Queen's pupils and lips, it can almost make everyone forget the depressing atmosphere in front of them.

But Dantioch still noticed a few differences: when he was on the Far Eastern border, he had seen Morgan's usual posture, so he was sure that the current Lord of Avalon was accurately controlling every part of his body. The movement is like a tightrope artist at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The Lord of Avalon's pace is trying to balance the speed of the two blood relatives on the left and right, so that they will not be completely disconnected. At the same time, he is having two parallel talks with Dorn and Perturabo with just the right balance: only the former She would answer him calmly, but the latter would only be silent and occasionally grunted.

The scene looks awkward, but thanks to the Spider Queen's constant efforts, it's nothing more than awkward: thank God.

The guards behind Morgan also kept the same pace as the Mother of Genes. They unloaded the huge sword case and held it tightly in their hands like private soldiers carrying a gun, forming a high moving wall. It prevented any contact between the two original body guards on the left and right.

No one disputed this: Perturabo was in no mood, and Dorne didn't care.

Compared to these minutiae, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist seemed to be more interested in the Iron Warriors on his side. He listened carefully to Morgan's words, gave a short and pertinent response, and at the same time kept his gaze on those that caused the incident. The Iron Warriors he paid attention to: After discovering that such behavior would cause trouble to the sons of Perturabo, Dorn simply withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead, like a walking statue.

Behind him, the most senior Imperial Fist warriors were a row of small walking statues. Only the last few [new recruits] without helmets would glance at the Iron Warriors with their eager eyes, letting them People feel a little bit of rare vitality.

Such a strange team passed through the lines of the Iron Warriors at such a fast speed that many people could not even see their steps clearly until they advanced to the thirteen-story tower where Perturabo used to receive guests. At this time, the speed of the team gradually slowed down: at this time, the positions of Dantioch and Kelvaren happened to be right next to the gate of the tower. As a blessing in disguise, the two war blacksmiths were able to clearly see the team. the faces of everyone in it.

They held their breath until a second later and let go.

…

"This is the first time I have seen the legendary Dorne..."

"He doesn't look like much: no more powerful than our genetic father."

It wasn't until the three original bodies disappeared inside the tower that Kelvaren, who was standing next to Dantioch, wiped the sweat from his forehead and lowered his voice. His words were extremely weak. Not even being able to convince himself, Dantioch just wanted to laugh.

But the war blacksmith's laughter stopped abruptly before he could squeeze out his teeth, because just when Kelvaren said these disrespectful words, the end of the guard team passed in front of the two war blacksmiths and walked away. At the end of the Imperial Fists' side were two newcomers without helmets: they had obviously heard the rants from Kelvaren's mouth.

A pair of arrogant eyes and a pair of calm pupils stared at the faces of the two war blacksmiths almost simultaneously, causing their relaxation to disappear in an instant.

Dantioch had a cold face. He carefully observed the two sons of Dorne: the one who was more hostile to them was an unparalleled tough guy. Dantioch could determine his temper with just one glance. He must have been extremely violent. He had short blond hair, a sword mark cut across his left eye, and his furrowed face was not so much handsome as it was more ferocious like a bloodthirsty fighting dog.

He stared intently at the two rude fellows, while Kelvaren stared back without fear. As for Dantioch, his gaze only lingered on the blond swordsman's face for a moment. Then he instinctively moved towards another more ambitious target: an extremely large Emperor Fist warrior who was only slightly shorter than Captain Hector of the Dawnbreaker Legion. He also had short hair, but was obviously shorter than Captain Hector of the Dawnbreaker Legion. His companion was calmer and even nodded as a polite response when he noticed Dantioch's gaze.

The fiery one is a Terran, the calm one is an Invite.

The war blacksmith quickly made a judgment in his mind. When he looked up again, the two Imperial Fists had already walked away, leaving only Kelvaren standing beside him, licking the corners of his lips reluctantly, looking like he was Lost in that invisible confrontation.

"That guy."

Kyle Valen gasped.

"That blond-haired guy who looks like a jerk at first glance must be a good player: I bet with the rest of my eyes, he will definitely be deadly on the battlefield and in the arena, you can feel it from his eyes. "

"Perhaps he is as strong as you, my brave brother Dantioch."

At the end of the sentence, Kelvaren even laughed wildly, and even he himself found it a bit incredible: In fact, if he hadn't witnessed Dantioch's unparalleled power during the fierce night-long battle on the Sentinel World, In terms of fighting posture and superb swordsmanship, Kyle Valen would never believe that after decades of training on the Far Eastern frontier, his battle brother had actually become one of the best in the entire Iron Warriors legion.

"I only practiced a few times in the arena of the Dawnbreakers. I don't take it seriously: it's just a little training with those real masters, such as Lord Rana, Lord Abaddon, Lord Bayar, and Lord Ahriman. I just learned a few tricks just in case I need them.

Dantioch smiled and remained humble. He did not tell anyone that the direct reason why he became so powerful in the Far Eastern Frontier was because during an operation to repair the library, he met the art director who came to Lord Ahriman had some conflicts in terms of architecture, so the powerless Thousand Sons had to spend more than ten seconds to defeat Dantioch and his six battle brothers with bare hands. Knocked to the ground together.

Although this conflict ended with no fighting or acquaintance, since then. Dantioch dove into the arena of Dawnbreaker and polished his nearly useless martial arts skills as an Iron Warrior.

Originally, he only planned to avoid being embarrassed as he was in front of Lord Ahriman in similar incidents in the future, but who would have thought that the [good] level in the Far East Frontier, placed within the Fourth Army, would be enough to make him this war The blacksmith became arrogant.

However, the War Blacksmith didn't care about these things, just like he didn't care about the provocative blond swordsman: Compared to that guy, the War Blacksmith was more interested in the unusually tall Imperial Fist, just like There was some kind of invisible bond between the two of them.

"..."

So, what's going on?

The son of Perturabo fell into deep thought. Beside him, only the nagging voice of Kelvaren continued. Farther away, there was the silence and death of 60,000 Iron Warriors: but this death did not Without delay, Kelvaren's mutterings flowed into his ears.

"Dantioch, brother."

"You said, those two guys..."

——————

"...who is it?"

"You know what, Polux?"

"Don't ask me, Sigismund, I have never had anything to do with the Iron Warriors."

"……snort!"

"if you can……"

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[I don’t want to have anything to do with these two guys. 】

After scolding the last Imperial Fist guard who insisted on entering the conference room, Morgan closed the heavy door and leaned against the only crack, trying hard to suppress the sigh that was about to fall out of the exit.

The Lord of Avalon just repeated these words helplessly in her heart, but she had no time to feel sorry for herself. After all, less than five meters in front of her, Perturabo and Dorn were already standing at the conference table. The two sides fell into a silent confrontation: these two guys combined are much more difficult to deal with than the Hrud people in the entire star region.

In a sense, they are the real opponents that Morgan will face in this expedition to the Kraken Abyss: those group of hidden Hrud people are nothing!

Cursing slightly in her heart, the Spider Queen felt that her mood felt a little better, and her optimistic attitude surged to the high ground again with great difficulty. This made her muster up the courage to walk towards the conference table and naturally occupy the neutral position. Position: This creates a certain illusion in the pupils, as if the Lord of Avalon is the leader of this strategic meeting.

Morgan first glanced at Dorne, who made her feel more at ease. She only saw that the Primarch of the Imperial Fists showed no sign of any embarrassment and panic from the outside world. He was concentrating on his own affairs: carrying everything with him. He took out one document after another from the iron box. They were all the intelligence data about the Kraken Abyss expedition and detailed explanations of past battles that Dorn had collected before going here.

But in Morgan's vision, this is the mountain of ammunition piled up by the Lord of the Imperial Fist.

Her mood darkened a little, and she turned to look at Perturabo on the other side: The Lord of Steel was not preparing documents, because all the paper materials he needed had been placed there a few hours ago.

I saw Perturabo standing there with his arms crossed, staring directly at Dorne's every move. His face was as gloomy as the sky of those forging worlds, as if he could see through the rough jaw. above, dripping with unhealthy polluted water quality.

Until now, Morgan actually can't believe that such a gloomy person who can be seen by the naked eye can actually barely swallow Dorne's [humiliating words] towards him in full view of the public: Although Morgan also had it on the sidelines Persuasion, but the Lord of Avalon was very sure that her unprepared words to save the situation definitely did not play a key role.

What is certain is that Perturabo's calmness and logical thinking saved this precarious brotherhood meeting: he at least remembered that this kind of occasion could not end with one party getting angry or a fight between both parties, especially in front of tens of thousands of people. The face of an Astartes warrior.

Therefore, he dragged himself full of resentment and forcibly ordered himself to return to this [private occasion], back to an occasion where only blood brothers were present: this is the place where debate and opinions can be expressed.

As for the price...

It can be seen from the eyes of the Lord of Steel that are almost burning with frost: the touch and gratitude he was born because Dorne devoted all his strength and came to support with all his strength has now been It dissipated completely and returned to the hostility and indifference that had arisen for unknown reasons. The cold breath between the two Primarchs was the best proof.

This cold breath is like a cyclone torpedo in the battleship cabin. Under the coldness, it is boiling that can destroy everything. What is missing from its final roar is that flickering flame.

"Well, let's get down to business."

Dorn raised his head, his eyes blinking like a lit flame.

"..."

Perturabo did not respond, just like the Spider Queen on the side who was trying hard to compress her sense of existence. The Olympian just answered the Lord of Invite who picked up the heavy file with silence and gaze.

Donn didn't care either. He held his documents in one hand and searched for the huge star map on the conference table with the other hand. In less than a second, he pointed out his target: it was Jean Pettu. Labo sent away seven camps of fortress worlds in front of Morgan.

This move made Perturabo and Morgan's brows jump at the same time: Spider Queen's face was filled with worry, and the last trace of luck in her heart disappeared. As for the Lord of Steel standing opposite, his pupils flashed rapidly. After a trace of guilt, it was as if some little braid had been caught by the other party.

Obviously, no matter what they say, the Olympians who are proficient in war and logic know very well in their hearts: this offensive battle was not beautiful at all.

"I'll start here, you two."

Donne paused

"This fortress world is the starting point of this expedition. Such a narrative can ensure the continuity of the conversation: Moreover, your first, second and subsequent mistakes were also made in this battle, Pettu Rabo.”

"Some of these mistakes are indeed unavoidable, but most of them are low-level and ridiculous mistakes that need to be blamed: Since I was not present at the time and could not understand the implementation of this battle, I will Point out all these mistakes, brother, point out the areas where you're not good enough."

"..."

The Lord of Steel narrowed his eyes, his thick eyebrows drew a dangerous arc, and his thin lips pursed, but there was no smile. He just exhaled ironic hot breath, responding to his blood relatives in a gloomy fog. .

"Start from here?"

"I won the victory here, the resolute Imperial Fist. It only took me ten hours to destroy this fortress world, so that it could no longer threaten the expeditionary force and the empire: Are you sure you want to use a battle with me? Victory, do you want to start slandering and criticizing me?"

"I have no intention of slandering or bashing you, Perturabo, that has nothing to do with me."

Donn's words didn't even pause for the slightest. He ignored the growing despair in Morgan's eyes and just clenched his five fingers into a fist and knocked it on the table to add invisible chips to his words.

"I'm just pointing out a problem."

“Questions in a victory?”

Perturabo's voice became increasingly rough. He obviously didn't want to discuss these matters, but the Primarch of the Imperial Fists completely ignored the Olympian's hidden meaning: He was not Morgan. Even if he heard it, Dorn would not accept it. According to Perturabo's wishes.

"No matter what victory, it is not a fig leaf for the problem, brother: if you have won through huge sacrifices in an originally hopeless war, then it is naturally worthy of all praise, but this victory of yours is That’s not the case.”

"The real dilemma is the opponents standing opposite you, but you did not use the correct method to deal with them: the troops you invested in the initial landing operation were not sufficient, and after realizing this problem, you did not respond to them The frontline troops sent in timely reinforcements, only to watch your two battalions depleted, as if this was not a battle but a deliberate punishment operation. "

"In my calculations, those two battalions were enough to complete their mission! It was their incompetence that caused the situation to get out of control! You should be able to see this, Dorn."

Perturabo frowned, and Dorn nodded.

"They did not perform well."

The master of the Imperial Fist changed his voice.

"But, is this why you left them on the ground to die?"

"..."

The Lord of Steel had nothing to say, but Dorn did not stop at all.

"Punishment, atonement, courts-martial: the Empire has a system in place to deal with this kind of incompetence in the trenches, bro, you can't take the incompetence of two officers and take it out on two full combat troops, it's like It would be as absurd to tear down an entire castle because one brick does not suit your wishes.”

"They are my base!"

Perturabo lowered his voice, like the roar of a tiger.

"I have the power to deal with them as punishment for their failure."

"They are not your camp, they are the army belonging to the Human Empire."

Donn frowned, his accusation was so quick and sharp.

"They cannot be wasted on the battlefield for no reason because of your personal anger. The blood of the Iron Warriors shed in vain because of your casual command is more than the Iron Warriors our enemies can kill: so from a certain In a sense, Perturabo."

"Your actions are harming the Empire and the Great Crusade, and are another way to support the enemy."

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath.

She originally planned to step in and take control of the situation before the powder keg was lit when the situation between the two went a bit wrong. But now it seems that this idea is completely wrong.

Because Donn skipped the "becoming" stage directly, he ignited all the powder keg in the first minute of the meeting.

"boom!"

The response to this behavior was the Iron Lord's iron fist slamming hard on the conference table, causing the table to crack and scattering countless documents on the ground. Dorn's brows also frowned deeper: They Petrabo's trembling voice could be heard.

"You say I'm scheming against the enemy?"

"You say I'm useless to the Great Crusade?!"

The Lord of Steel was not angry, his face was not one of rage, but a chuckle of extreme rage: in this weird laughter, the words of the Primarch sounded more like a roar.

"Whatever you say, Dorn."

"But I am the one who wins!"

The fist struck the breastplate, making a thumping sound.

"I captured that world! I razed that world to the ground! I turned those permanent fortress complexes into burning ruins! Even ten thousand years later, that world can no longer be used by the enemies of the Empire. , just like the star sector centered on it: they have all become ruins! They have become completely harmless ruins and rubble to the Empire, humanity and the Great Crusade!"

"And this is why the Lord of Humanity ordered me to come here."

"I don't think I can agree with that, Brother Perturabo."

The Lord of Steel seemed to want to roar something more, but before he could vent his emotions, he was interrupted by Dorn's voice as cold as a gear: The Lord of Invite was just calm. He looked at his Olympian blood relative, whose voice was no different from when the meeting began.

But his words unknowingly became sharper.

Because they are all true.

Because they are all words from the bottom of my heart.

"The Emperor does hope that you will use an expedition to eliminate the threat to the Human Empire here, but he definitely does not want you to razed several star sectors to wasteland: this world needs this, but it does not mean that all worlds need this , Brother Perturabo.”

Dawn shook his head.

"If the Great Crusade left only ruins all over the galaxy, then what use would a galaxy full of ruins be to humanity and its empire?"

"..."

"Still, Perturabo."

Dorn stared at his brother, his words cutting straight into the heart of Olympia.

"You serve as the Primarch of the Imperium."

"Will your talent only be used to create mincers and ruins one after another?"

"..."

Simple words turned into sharp arrows, seemingly piercing someone's heart.

Perturabo was silent.

"..."

He was silent for a long time.

Even Dawn was hesitant.

Until the conference table creaked.

The air in the entire room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Until Morgan started to roll up his sleeves.

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The Lord of Avalon decided to take action.

Go to hell and be patient.

Wait for the damn opportunity.

Morgan gritted his teeth in his mind.

The Spider Queen knows very well that if she doesn't take action...

Then someone is probably going to have a funeral.

As for who it is...

…

Everyone is fine.

I can't die in front of her anyway!