Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

war.

In a sense, war is synonymous with civilization. It may be the closest thing to the truth in any country, any race, or even any galaxy.

No matter what race, no matter what genes, no matter what thoughts and morals, when civilization was born from the ignorance of beasts, when [greed] was extracted from the instinct of survival, when the former carnivorous After the memories of animals marking territories and fighting were picked up, swept away, and given simple reasons such as "honor" or "belief", wars naturally emerged.

So hasty, so reasonable.

Two villages, two kingdoms, two races, maybe they have never met before, maybe the production relations and moral cognition between them are not the same as the past history, but this does not prevent that when one of them does not When planning to use peace and communication to solve problems, [war] will appear in the minds of both parties at the same time.

From this perspective, war is neither despicable nor cruel. It has the same meaning as words such as civilization, communication, and survival. It is a simple talent that is innate to any intelligent race.

From wrapping tattered leaves, waving sticks, and throwing sharp stones at each other; to covering vital parts with wooden boards and cloths, and fighting with swords and horses; to driving dozens of tons of heavy machinery out of smoke-filled factories The tanks and self-propelled artillery made the nightmare of nuclear fission and biological and chemical weapons completely destroy all bottom lines and sense of security.

Until flying into space, touching the sun, moon and stars that I once worshiped, letting my breath and the twinkling of stars echo in the same field of vision, but it was just a matter of replacing swords and cannonballs with chain saws and explosive bombs, making the distance several kilometers long The great battleships have replaced the aircraft and cannons of the past...

That's all.

From the melee of three or five soldiers, to the fighting between two battle groups, to the millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of armies selflessly destroying each other under the orders of the sand table and the tip of the pen, war has never Change.

It is every individual’s nightmare, every collective catastrophe, every country’s suffering...

And, the great victory of every race.

When the marshal issued an order, the general formulated a plan, the regiment commander planned the route, the battalion commander assembled the soldiers, and the company commander waved his blade and ordered the charge.

When the edge of war turns into the blades of tigers, the hooves of cavalry, the tracks of tanks, and then the buzzing of dense drone swarms.

No one cares about the people who actually face it.

Even those people themselves don't care.

At the very least, Latopis doesn't care.

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"Bombing! It's a drone!"

Chaotic shouts rang out in the trenches, and Sergeant Latobis held his gun tightly. It was the only thing he had not abandoned since his wandering.

He clung to the earthen wall of the trench, using the engineer shovel he had just been issued with one hand, desperately trying to dig deeper. Even a centimeter of progress would be more likely to save his life.

Finally, before he heard those sharp cracks in the air that completely tore out his eardrums, he was able to squeeze his entire body in, leaving only a tattered boot still outside.

The bombing began.

Ran Dan's drone group may have hundreds, thousands or even more. Anyway, Latobis heard those anti-aircraft guns firing at all costs early in the morning. He heard the soldiers in charge of the anti-aircraft guns boast that they had Their big guys can block the airspace for several kilometers, fire thousands of artillery shells every minute, and even a fly will be torn into pieces by their cannon fodder.

But this didn't seem to be of any use. Latobis only heard the anti-aircraft artillery going crazy, pouring out tongues of fire all the time, and the muzzles of the entire position played a chaotic song of resistance, but all this None of them stopped Ran Dan from throwing the bomb into the trench.

Lathobis covered his ears tightly, but he couldn't stop the sound of explosions from constantly beating his fragile eardrums. It was an irregular and crazy sound, sometimes heavy and solemn, sometimes like Like an exploding glass bottle, extremely sharp.

The sergeant could even hear the sound of those seemingly solid mounds being blown away together with the soldiers inside. It was a unique and dull sound that was almost impossible to mishear, and it also meant that an unlucky guy might even be worse. Many people were buried alive in the soil.

Some shells landed on the ground, some in the trenches, and one even landed near Latobis. His exposed boots could feel the mud and stones hitting the soles of his boots. sound.

He heard all the sounds: the explosion of bombs, the firing of artillery, the strange sounds and screams of drone wings flying across the low altitude, but he could only hear no screams belonging to humans: whether they were covered by waves of mud, Buried alive, swallowed by flames in an instant, or even drained of all oxygen in the vacuum evaporated by the explosion of the shell, these are not ways to die that can make a person make any sound.

There were only shells, only explosions. This nightmarish sonata played for five minutes, maybe more.

Finally, it stopped.

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Latobis even forgot how he crawled out of the pit. He moved his weak calves and soles and stood up reluctantly, but within a few seconds, he seemed to have been drained of strength. Just like that, his calves felt weak and he collapsed on the ground.

Then, he remembered something, and crawled to the side almost on his hands and feet, frantically digging through the soil and rubble, even as his fingers were pricked with blood. After a while, under his pull, Tigray's head came out of the soil. Got out of it.

Neither of them spoke, they just glanced at each other, then lowered their heads, breathing heavily.

The entire position is now like a quagmire that has been trampled by thousands of troops and horses. There are potholes and scattered body fragments everywhere. The soil and kidneys that have been blown up are mixed together, emitting an unprecedented stench. , those soldiers who still had energy were screaming loudly, either looking for their comrades, or simply asking for help. Countless shouts were sounded at the same time along with the officer's whistle and the groans of the dying and wounded, and they were no better than those of Ran Dan's army just now. The horrific bombing was quieter.

But soon, all the sounds disappeared, because everyone stopped at the same time.

shock.

A shaking feeling attacked their senses. The ground was shaking, as if thousands of monsters were migrating around them.

Latobis struggled to stand up, and then he saw Ran Dan's army, attacking from directly in front of the bridge and rolling down the mountain.

It was like a living curve, a black wave, something that could not be accurately described in any human language, like swarms of ants crawling across the fields, one after another Randan soldiers and slaves The earth emerged from the sunlight, forming dense military forces one after another, rushing toward them.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they were everywhere.

Latobis watched, he just watched, watching this terrifying and charming scene, watching perhaps hundreds of thousands of Randan troops rushing towards their position, like a tsunami rushing towards a group of people. fishing boat.

He forgot to fight, forgot to think, and even forgot to breathe for a moment, until the side of his ears was hit by the loudest and hoarse command.

"The enemy is attacking!"

"Go back to the combat post! Get back to the fucking post!"

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"Return to combat duty!"

"The battle is not over yet! Maintain the third cruising speed and pay attention to avoid those asteroids."

"Replenish the torpedoes, repeat, replenish the torpedoes!"

On Sabis 4, a battle may have just begun, but on Sabis 8, which is closest to Mandeville Point, a battle has completely ended.

Randan's screen guards and void drone swarms were burning. Less than a Terran standard hour ago, they were the remnants of a victory. They were hordes of arrogant hunters, chasing a defeated ship to escape. The Dark Angels battleship.

But when it entered the edge of the galaxy and the asteroid belt that Ran Dan's fleet had no time to take care of, the situation took a 180-degree turn. The Dark Angel ship that was originally "fleeing hastily" revealed its most ferocious appearance in an instant. fangs and claws.

The three Ran Dan small battleships with the most fierce firepower were destroyed almost at the same moment, but the remaining stragglers were beaten to pieces in the shadow of asteroids and meteorites before they could even tell what happened.

After less than an hour of chasing and counter-chasing, the Dark Angel's ship proudly left the messy melee scene and began to swim along the edge of the shadow of Sabis 8, carefully observing the vicinity of Mandeville Point. defense status.

"So...what exactly are we going to do?"

From escaping, to counterattack, to hunting, until now the sneaky reconnaissance.

Ahriman was still confused.

He could understand every operation and every plan of the Dark Angels, but he just couldn't understand, what on earth were these guys doing?

Want to resist?

Then why not gather military forces for a battle in the low-Earth orbit of Sabis 4?

Want to avoid enemies?

The galaxy is full of Ran Dan’s battleships, where can they go?

Want to escape?

So why are you looking at this Mandeville spot? This leads to Ran Dan's control area!

"call……"

Ahriman tried his best to take a deep breath. Finally, he chose to turn around and walked in front of the leader of the Dark Angel force.

"I guess I'm entitled to know something."

He said.

The leader of the Dark Angels on this ship was a veteran who hid himself under a hood. Ahriman could only see his scarred jaw.

"Son of Red Magnus, you are indeed our ally and guarantee in this battle, but this does not mean that you can know more, please realize this."

Ahriman tried not to be angry.

"Then can you tell me where you took Ms. Morgan? She and I are in the same team. Why did you let her stay on Sabis 4, but brought me here."

"Because this is a mission, Ms. Morgan's matter. Unfortunately, I can't answer it. The order I received is for you to stay here as a friendly force and support."

Assure?

This word made Ahriman feel bad, and he became more and more suspicious of the Dark Angel's purpose of taking Morgan away.

"Then... I think I should at least have the qualifications and identity to know, what exactly are we going to do? What plans are covering this galaxy?"

The Dark Angel couldn't help but laugh. After laughing for a while, he continued to shake his head.

"I'd love to explain everything to you, but unfortunately, I can't."

"You don't want to say it?"

"No, it can't be."

Dark Angel corrected.

"I can only tell you that our task at this stage is to hide here and wait for the opportunity."

"What time?"

"I have no idea."

The Dark Angel denied it frankly.

"Because I don't know the complete plan. I am only responsible for the aspect I accepted. Even what I will do next is something I cannot know now. Only when the necessary conditions are met, will the memory lock in our minds be able to It will be opened and the next action will be known.”

"So now, even if you ask the Dark Angels all over the galaxy, you can only get the same answer. No one will know the complete and specific plan before everything starts and ends."

"If you can't adapt yet, adapt as soon as possible."

Ahriman bowed his head and was silent for a while.

Then, Qianzi sighed.

"At the very least, I mean at the very least, I should know everything you know. Before the battle, fighting and death officially begin, I think I have reason to know more truth and details about what I am fighting for."

This question made the Dark Angel silent for a while, and then he patted Ahriman on the shoulder.

"Son of Magnus, do you know Azir?"

"I've heard people mention that he has given everything he has to the Empire and the Emperor."

Dark Angel nodded.

"Yes, we all know that Azir has died for the empire, but Ran Dan doesn't know."

"They think we don't know."

"In their analysis, we regarded Azir's death as an accident. They thought they moved quickly enough and were agile enough to end the battle before it started."

"But in fact, they don't."

"Whether it's Azir, or the 244th Cruise Fleet, or even others you don't know, they may be unknown, maybe you haven't heard of them, maybe the next second they meet the Randan fleet, they will be Completely torn to pieces.”

"But they are not silent. Ran Dan thought they were, but in fact, they are not."

"Either Azir or them."

"Their intelligence and communications were accurately transmitted back the moment before the entire army was destroyed. Countless communications stained with blood told us."

"Where did they die, when did they die, and by whose hands they died."

"it is known."

"And Ran Dan thinks we don't know."

As he spoke, the Dark Angel pointed to the star map on the side. Following his instructions, Ahriman's eyes focused on the corners of the star map.

Those are marks, marks drawn one after another, extending from the darkness of Randan's control area to the Sabis galaxy. Their time, appearance, and memo quotations are even more different, but only their colors are Consistent.

It was a kind of red, a red like blood.