Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 507: Do I sleep in Nuo?

Just as the ambitions in the Spider Queen's heart began to expand unbridled as time passed and the power in her hands became more and more stable, the brothers of the original body who shared the same blood with her naturally did not stand still.

They all had their work cut out for them, and they all had what they perceived to be a top priority: only they, and their Legions, could accomplish these serious goals and ensure that the glory of the Great Crusade would continue to spread.

Everyone is like this: Perturabo certainly, and Dorne no exception.

The Lord of the Imperial Fist led his descendants and fleet and plunged into the deepest part of the Kraken Abyss. Just as Dorn had promised before, he stayed there for a month. During this period, in addition to the war reports sent like snowflakes, Otherwise, no extra information is sent back.

Even though he was far away from thousands of stars, Dorne still vividly demonstrated to Morgan his comprehensiveness and stability as a military commander: all fronts of the Imperial Fists were advancing steadily, and each progress was in line with the original intention of the Lord of Invite. Their expectations were almost the same, with only the toughest opponents delaying their progress a little.

The Sons of Dorn maintain an almost perfect war rhythm. They will only ask for necessary ammunition and supplies from the rear, and constantly rotate the Imperial Fists. Those rotated Imperial Fists are temporarily carried out by an unknown commander. Command, but Morgan could remember the name: Polux. She also took the time to meet the Imperial Fist, and the primarch was impressed by his calm demeanor.

In this way, through extremely reliable battle reports and Polux's objective narration, Morgan was able to restore the Imperial Fists' route almost one to one: Dorn did not rush directly towards the target of his claimed action. Instead, they focused on the enemy's fortress world, which had gradually recovered its vitality, and took the first step to remove those strongholds placed in the asteroid belt and satellites.

The Imperial Fist Legion demonstrated dazzling offensive methods in offensive and defensive operations around these strongholds. They used these controllable battlefields as experimental sites, and step by step screened out the cost-effectiveness when facing the Hrud aliens. The ultimate battle plan.

Dorn's tactical command is cold, cautious and efficient. He will only set one or two targets for his warriors at a time, and then capture them at all costs. Even if the outcome of the battle goes more smoothly than he imagined, the Imperial Fist The Lord will never pursue a victory. He gnaws away at the Hrud people's defense line one by one, satisfied with the achievement of each stage goal. Like a fierce boxer, he will only attack one vital point of his opponent at a time. And every attack will ensure a complete breakthrough.

But there are always some strongholds with special circumstances. Even if the Imperial Fists use all means, and even the Primarch himself comes into battle, they cannot be safely captured: at this time, the sons of Dorne will abandon these worlds without hesitation and surrender. Extermination order or simply besiege it to death to avoid the huge casualties that would be incurred by forcefully occupying it.

But despite this, the Seventh Legion still paid a heavy price in this campaign that only lasted a month: perhaps thousands of Sons of Dorn were buried in the Kraken Abyss, as for the casualties of the fleet and auxiliary troops It was also quite eye-catching, which made Morgan frown.

Even Dorne himself, and even the Lord of Invite, who seemed untouched by all the casualty figures, also added such a personal emotion to his war report to his blood relatives for the first time.

He revealed to Morgan that he had begun to reflect on whether the words he had used to accuse Perturabo were completely correct: he admitted that Morgan's proposal was right, and he did not think of it before the official battle with the Hrud people. The Fourth Army was actually under such tremendous pressure during this expedition.

In the letter, Dorn neatly admitted his negligence and lack of preparation in this regard, but he remained unwavering in his other views: On the contrary, after experiencing the fierce battle with the Hrud people and the After an on-site inspection of the battlefield, Dorn became more and more convinced that the number of casualties caused by Perturabo was a completely unnecessary waste.

If the Iron Warriors could have 10,000 to 20,000 more troops than they do now, then Perturabo's performance, which had lost about 20,000 to 30,000 people in the previous expedition, could be said to be quite satisfactory, but the current situation is , he had lost fifty thousand men in previous battles, so his command was disastrous: Donne emphasized this sentence in his letter.

And just by looking at this sentence, Morgan can be sure that when her two brothers meet again, it will still be a situation where Mars meets the Earth: it seems that the Emperor created these two people just to make them meet their opponents. Tormenting each other in an eternal contest.

The Lord of Avalon did not reply to Dorne about this. She knew very well that her Invite blood relatives simply wanted to tell her about this matter. Dorne did not need any encouragement or comfort from Morgan for this, and Morgan thought that she There is no way to persuade her two most stubborn blood relatives at this time.

Let them collide with each other. When the two knights fall to the ground, it is the time for the doctor to come forward. When they lie in the treatment room, it is the time to collect the medical fees.

Besides...

Ask yourself, if the Lord of Avalon is placed in Dorne's current position, she has no confidence to do better than her brother: Morgan knows very well that her strengths are in macro-perspective planning and overall concept, not in this kind of situation. More detailed operation.

But if she can cooperate with her Caliban brothers and let Jonson be responsible for directing the battles on the front line, while Morgan dispatches big data on the battlefield from the rear, then even under the same conditions, the Battle of Avalon The Lord also has enough confidence to completely break through Donne's pride.

The conclusion made the primarch feel proud, but it did not change her appreciation for Dorne at all: after all, among all the brothers the Lord of Avalon has met so far, if you really have to choose a few who can be worthy under any conditions If it is a trusted partner, then there are only two answers that Morgan can give.

Dorn, and Russ.

And if only one can remain, it would be Dorne: the Lord of the Imperial Fist may not be able to perform at the highest level of the original body in the field he is best at, but he can definitely perform in the field he is least good at. Maintain the highest lower limit among the original bodies.

The many nobility in Donne ensure that he has a stable foundation, and even in areas where he is not good at, his performance will not be too bad: while other blood relatives that Morgan trusts, such as Jonson, Or Konrad, they have unparalleled control in the areas they are good at, but in those areas they are not good at, their performance may not even be as good as an Astartes.

Jonson is like this, Conrad is like this.

Perturabo, even more so.

【……well……】

When the Spider Queen shifted her gaze and looked at the information about her other brother, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, feeling lucky in her heart: Fortunately for Morgan, Perturabo is now in the field he is good at, and can even Said it was the field he was best at.

The Lord of Steel has locked himself in a private laboratory for nearly a month: from the day Dorn led his army, Perturabo locked the iron door of the laboratory, and has not yet entered it. Rescue was like having some kind of competition with his brother.

Words from Olympians would come out from behind the iron door from time to time. Most of them were for reviewing necessary documents or asking for certain experimental equipment. This often forced a group of frightened Steelmen to wait outside the laboratory. Warriors, because their genetic father was obviously not in a good mood.

And when this state lasted until about the fifteenth day, Olympia also performed a strange move: he issued an order to the Iron Warriors through Frix, the only person he summoned into the laboratory. He asked His sons must immediately select the most outstanding warriors in the Legion to participate in the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists Tournament after the Crusade, a game that will decide all disputes between the two Primarchs. Right or wrong.

This order swept through the entire Fourth Legion like a whirlwind. While filling the usually unpopular arena with warriors, it also made Morgan, who heard the news through Dantioch, fall into deep thought. .

Through her knowledge of Perturabo, Morgan quickly determined two things.

The first one is that the Kraken expedition must have been won: if Perturabo had not made breakthrough progress in his experiments and created the targeted technology that he recognized as sufficient to contain the Hrud. If so, he would never specifically issue this order to arrange things after the expedition.

As for the second idea, it was formally formed after Morgan visited the internal competition of the Iron Warriors when he had nothing to do: the Spider Queen determined that her Olympian brothers were still somewhat weak. It's hard to imagine, otherwise, where would he have the confidence to let his Iron Warriors compete with the Imperial Fists?

To be fair, there are indeed a number of good players remaining in the Fourth Legion, and there are even a few genuine veterans who have come from battles such as Terra and Venus. However, the level they have shown in competitive competitions is only It can be said that the honorary title of Terran veteran has not been completely insulted.

after all……

After carefully witnessing the combat proficiency of these Terran veterans, the Spider Queen was surprised to discover that at present, the most powerful Iron Warrior is most likely Dantioch, who has just returned from the Far Eastern border!

Although the level of the war blacksmith is placed in the Dawnbreaker Legion, he can barely reach the level of company commander, because Dantioch himself is not the kind of warrior who should be placed on the front line to fight, but compared with those in the legion Compared with the battle brothers who focus on dusting, shooting, and numbly executing orders, Dantioch, who has spent some time in the arena of the Dawnbreaker Legion, is simply a god.

This result made the War Blacksmith himself a little bit unbearable: when he thought that he was actually going to participate in the sword fighting competition as the [Champion Swordsman] of the Fourth Legion, while feeling the instinctive honor of being an Astartes, Dantioch only felt that the world view he had created over the past few decades had been subverted a lot.

real or fake?

Is he going to have a sword fight?

He went to fight Achamus, Guidores, and Anaxos, great warriors who had fought all the way from Terra and had served longer than his biological age? And risk the honor of the Primarch and the Fourth Legion?

(Of these three names, the first two are Dorne's personal guard captains, who often have to participate in some kind of competitive competitions on behalf of the original body, and the third one is a member of the Templar Order, Sigismund's Seniors and Guides: Feel the difference in military power between Dantioch and them)

"..."

At the very least, when the War Blacksmith was summoned again by his Avalon benefactor, he had not yet fully recovered from the shocking news: the direct manifestation of this aftermath was that he missed Morgan's previous visit. a few words.

"...Sir, what do you mean?"

This made Dantioch a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the Lord of Avalon was indeed a kind person on such an unimportant occasion. She truly understood the difficulties of the war blacksmith, and then repeated what she had just said words.

[That’s right, Dantioch. 】

The original body took a sip of hot tea and pointed at the changing star map next to him.

[My brother Dorn has decided to suspend his war plan on the front line. The main fleet of the Imperial Fists is on its way back, and according to my reliable information, Perturabo's research plan is also nearing completion: that is to say, After a brief period of contact, discussion, and military conference, we will launch the final attack on Kraken's Deep. 】

The war blacksmith nodded, and he immediately understood what Morgan meant.

"So, what do you want my camp to do in this offensive?"

【Very simple. 】

The original body was satisfied with the wisdom and timely attitude of the Iron Warriors. She pointed on the star map with her fingers, drawing out three rough attack routes for Dantioch, and then focused on the middle one. on the route.

[Look, Dantioch: When there is no powerful enemy that requires us to concentrate the power of the three legions and go all out, the three legions participating in this expedition will line up and advance hand in hand to win the victory of the Great Expedition. efficiency. 】

[And if my guess is correct, my Dawnbreaker Legion will be on the middle route, used to separate the Fourth and Cavalry Legions: As for your camp and Kelvalen's camp, they are still Under my command. 】

"so……"

Dantioch lowered his voice, vaguely aware of something.

[So, because of the complexity of the battlefield and the intermediate position of my Dawnbreaker Legion, in those battlefields that I am fully responsible for, there happen to be Imperial Fist and Iron Warrior troops who need to fight side by side and understand each other's situation. , and it’s completely reasonable, isn’t it? 】

The Lord of Avalon didn't talk too much in front of Dantioch. She frankly revealed her inner thoughts. This idea surprised the war blacksmith, but it was just a little surprised: as an Iron Warrior, before The Iron Warriors, who had been on the far eastern frontier and had little contact with the Imperial Fists, had no pressure to cooperate with the Sons of Dorn.

Having said that, even if he is a regular Iron Warrior who has been fighting with Perturabo, Dantioch will not have any psychological burden: after all, no matter how bad the relationship between Dorn and Perturabo is, the relationship between the two The two legions had not had much contact with each other before, so naturally there would not be any hard-to-adjust hatred between the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level.

The Iron Warriors' negative view of the Imperial Fists is more of a jealousy, jealousy that they obviously occupy the same position, but the children of Dorne can get the honor and don't have to be stationed in those remote corners.

On these two points, Dantioch naturally could not sympathize with his brothers. His permanent residence on the far eastern border was Salamas, the pearl of the Eastern Galaxy, and the box he used to place the Medal of Honor, I almost can’t let it go anymore.

As for the honor of the Imperial Fists? it's not a big deal.

On the contrary, the War Blacksmith has always wanted to see the Seventh Legion's famously strict discipline and various offensive methods: although he does not dislike these descendants of Dorne, it does not mean that he does not want to fight on the battlefield. One step ahead of them.

"What do you mean: do you want my camp to cooperate with the Imperial Fist troops to have an effect similar to... a mortal experimental field?"

The war blacksmith hesitated for a moment before remembering that unfamiliar word.

[Yes, and I will take all factors into consideration. 】

Morgan nodded.

[I will ensure that your combined force has enough strength, your camp and the Seleucid Cuirass Corps, as well as a company I dispatched and the Queen of Avalon's personal guard, plus the Imperial Fists' troops: Of course victory is not a problem, the question is how you will achieve this victory and how you will achieve it. 】

"...an interesting challenge, my lord."

Dantioch thought for a moment, then nodded towards the original body.

"So, do I know who the Imperial Fist will be working with me?"

[Don’t worry, that’s a person who won’t steal your limelight. 】

Morgan smiled.

[He is an unknown person in the Imperial Fist Legion: named Polux. 】