Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Take it, fearless brave Dantioch. This is the best sword in the village... I mean the best sword on the ship. It can definitely help you defeat the most terrifying dragon and strip it of its yellow and black flesh." Ugly scales!”

"..."

"Put it on, stubborn Shieldbearer Dantioch. This holy Terminator armor has gone through countless winds and frosts. I salvaged it from my best friend Abaddon at a high price...I mean I bought it. , so you only need to pay a negligible rent..."

"..."

"Wear it, Dantioch the keen sage. This flawless psychic pendant comes from our genetic mother. I have had great difficulty in selecting the least valuable from my collection... …I mean the one that suits you best, may it add glory to your victory!”

"..."

"I said……"

"It's obviously me going to have a sword fight with Sigismund: why are you so excited?"

The gloomy-looking war blacksmith stood unsteadily on the spot, with the specially-made Terminator Armor putting considerable pressure on his shoulders, not to mention the handful of magical weapons that were almost forcibly stuffed in.

"Shh, be quiet."

Before the question could be answered, an extremely tall figure loomed over the War Blacksmith: Captain Hecht, who was clearly the proud son of Morgan and looked slightly taller than a Tactical Dreadnought. On his face, he was wearing the same The battle brothers around him all shared the same smiles.

"This is a sacred ceremony, brave Dantioch. You are about to challenge your destined powerful opponent, and all we have to do is to fully arm you and fulfill the ancient prophecy: Come, take it , this big sword of mine is guaranteed to be able to smash the indestructible armor of my opponent!"

After saying that, before Dantioch could say anything to refute, Hector happily forced his sword, which was made of unknown material and exuded an ominous green light, into the hands of the war blacksmith as his Main weapon.

"..."

Dantioch helplessly glanced around at the Dawnbreakers who were surrounding him, each with a happy face: among them there was Ahriman who appeared out of nowhere and was already happily mixed in with the group of Morgans. In the queue of his son, all he had to do was paint his armor silver.

The powerful memory of being the son of Perturabo made Dantioch instinctively recall what happened just now: he just took over the task of [finding a place for the Iron Warriors Legion] as a matter of course, and then headed to the arena. On the way, they were blocked by this group of demons and monsters from the Second Legion.

They just blocked him.

Then, the War Blacksmith, who originally planned to go into battle lightly with 30% determination, realized what it means to be fully armed: the sons of Morgan took out their most proud items one after another, like four top-notch warriors who specially sent supreme weapons. Big guy.

Bayar, the second company commander, presented his Chanabar saber, which was a gift from his emperor's son Sword Master Akudona, while Hector, the biggest among the big guys, took out his That dark green sword that was as sharp as clay, the Royal Guards Chief Lana even placed trinkets exuding psychic energy wherever decorations could be placed on Dantioch's body.

In the end, even the Captain of the Thousand Sons had a hand in it: the Terminator Armor brought by Ahriman wrapped the War Blacksmith in it and completely molded it into a terrifying killing machine, with even stains on it that had not been wiped clean. , belonging to the symbol of the Luna Wolf Legion.

In this way, wearing the special thickened iron cavalry terminator armor once owned by Abaddon, holding an unknown sword, and carrying the Chanabar saber at his waist, his whole body exuded a strange aura of psychic power: the war blacksmith has never I feel like I have never been as powerful as I am now.

only……

"I'm in sword fighting."

"I know."

Hector nodded, then pointed at his knife-shaped polearm.

"But I think it's a sword."

"No! I mean..."

The warsmith struggled in vain.

"Not to mention these weapons and psychic pendants, what's going on with this Terminator Armor? It's illegal to wear it in sword fighting competitions, isn't it?"

"It doesn't matter."

Bayar raised his voice.

"I tell you, Dantioch, we just came back from the sword fighting arena. That Sigismund chose unlimited sword fighting, which means that he can use any means, including psychic powers and Terminator Armor: Even if you find a fearless person and go up to him to spar with him, it’s theoretically not a foul.”

The champion swordsman of Dawnbreaker gave Dantioch a friendly smile.

"I heard that this is the tradition of the Imperial Fist Legion: that little guy named Sigismund is a Templar. Their way to determine the strongest Templar is to challenge the challenger. He had to fight two hundred battles in one breath, and then defeat a Fearless Lord, so Sigismund always followed this rule when he went out to challenge."

"That's what he asked for in the World Eater Legion's arena."

Ahriman added that the lord of the Thousand Sons Legion now has a clear understanding of the conditions of the arenas of each legion and the slight differences between the rules of each arena: At this point, he is even better than all The Dawnbreakers are more authoritative.

"So, in theory, if that Sigismund wanted to, he could also wear Terminator armor or even go on stage with a bolt gun, but in the end he chose to go into battle lightly: according to the Imperial Fist Said, he is the most powerful only in this state."

"……so……"

"Is he really strong?"

The War Blacksmith's inquiry silenced several Dawnbreakers around him. Finally, the Guard Chief Lana sighed, shook his head, and patted Dantioch on the shoulder: his expression said everything.

"That's what I'm saying, brother."

"That Sigismund, if he is a Dawnbreaker, he only needs to spend a few more years on the battlefield to hone his arrogant attitude so that his swordsmanship will not be so eccentric: wait for him By making up for these trivial shortcomings, he will definitely have a place in the personal guard of our genetic mother, and he will even be among the best."

"That's a monster."

The strongest combat force under Morgan: Bayar added with a smile beside him.

"A monster who can stand up to me, Astlan, and Acudonna: after seeing him in action, I can tell you this, Dantioch, he has nothing but his own arrogance. Despite his shortcomings, his path in swordsmanship may be more long-term and glorious than that of Akudona and I.”

"In addition, you don't need to have any psychological burden. I can assure you that Sigismund really needs to travel lightly in order to display his strongest strength. The bulkiness of the Terminator Armor will limit him: conversely It is said that only when you are fully armed can you bring out all your power as a war blacksmith. You are indeed fighting with the strongest attitude of reciprocity."

"I guarantee it on my honor."

Bayar's words made the war blacksmith feel at ease a little, and then he felt Hector's generous palm patting him heavily on the shoulder twice: just that palm was almost as big as Dantioch's head. Big or small.

"That's right, Brother Dantioch, don't be so nervous, just perform well. The reason why we stop you here specifically is to enable you to win this battle. After all, you can be considered...three-quarters An Avalonian."

"That's right, that's right..."

There was a chorus of agreement.

"That Sigismund is indeed a little too arrogant, and his swordsmanship is obviously not suitable for dealing with heavy armored units: You have to have confidence in your own strength, Brother Dantioch, we will all go and cheer you on. ”

"Yes, there are many brothers in my company right at the sword fighting arena. If you are really worried, I can ask them to line up at the entrance to greet you."

"Mobilize those Iron Warriors again..."

"I also have many old friends in the mortal army nearby..."

"To be honest, the mortal man who presides over the sword fighting arena can be regarded as my old partner: as long as I speak, he can also prepare a special introduction for you. He is always good at this. "

"Yes, like this:"

"ladies and gentlemen!"

"Let us welcome the champion who represents the Iron Warriors: Dan-Tiok!!!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

#cheers#

"...Ahem!"

"Everyone, everyone... calm down..."

Seeing this group of Dawnbreaker bosses who were normally so solemn and so fearsome to approach them, now like a pack of space wolves, making trouble in the corridor, Dantioch could only wipe away the non-existent cold sweat. , organizing words while trying to leave.

But in the end, the war blacksmith was unable to escape from the minions of these demons and snakes, and was surrounded by them all the way to the sword fighting arena: the last thing Dantioch could do was to look around him again. These bastards were sighing silently in their hearts.

The Emperor is above.

Look around him, there is an Astartes Titan that is as powerful as a war vehicle, a Legion Sword Master who is proud of the Empire, a solemn and majestic Chief Guard of the Primarch, and a Thousand Sons Grandmaster with both spiritual and martial arts skills. : He has no doubt that if these guys form a team, they can beat all the war blacksmiths of the Iron Warriors to the ground.

What’s the result: There are such a group of [Village Chiefs] with incredible martial virtues, but it’s him, the [Brave] who is going to challenge the [Evil Dragon] Sigismund in the end?

This is really... really...

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"It's really easy for us to wait, Your Excellency."

"We were expecting you at the fifth minute of this sword fight."

When Dantioch finally trudged to the entrance of the arena, standing there to greet him was Gilbert: the most outstanding of the Salamanian recruits he had brought, and at the same time, He is also the one who takes the lead in staying in the Fourth Legion.

I saw him running to his commander with a smile, muttering about how miserable the Iron Warriors who had appeared before were, and that even he was stronger than those guys, while the war blacksmith looked at him with relief and admired him. The junior carefully observed the way Gilbert looked at him.

Fortunately, when the Salamander recruit saw the Terminator armor sunk on Dantioch, he did not show the slightest surprise or contempt on his face, as if it was normal for a war blacksmith to dress like this for battle. Thing: It was only at this moment that Dantioch finally relaxed his heart.

The Dawnbreakers didn't lie to him.

After confirming this, the war blacksmith looked at his juniors and couldn't help but think of the topic they had discussed many times before: Although it was not a good time to ask, Dantioch felt that he still wanted to do it before competing. I need to untie the knot in my heart.

"Gilbert."

So he called softly.

"Have you really decided to stay in the Fourth Army? I mean, although I have already said hello to Fricks, if you change your mind, I can take you out at any time. Bring back."

The War Blacksmith licked his lips: he hesitated about his next words.

"After all. You have all seen before that [Iron Blood] is still very different from the Far Eastern Frontier. Your previous social experience and world view are not suitable for the internal rules of the Iron Warriors Legion."

"It's not a good thing to stay here..."

Dantioch's voice became lower and lower, and he became less and less confident: he knew very well that his words now were no different from slandering the legion or even slandering the original body. If they were placed in those legions with strict military disciplines, these few sentences would Those words were enough to get the Warsmith sent to a solitary confinement cell.

"...Oh...Senior..."

Gilbert just smiled, turned around, and walked ahead to guide his commander in the camp: as he walked, his answer echoed in Dantioch's ears. A vigor and determination that the Warsmith cannot describe in words.

"I also want to ask you something, Senior Dantioch: What mood and thoughts are you holding now to fight for the Fourth Legion that you say is not a good thing? You must also know that you and that There is a gap in strength between Sigismund.”

"……of course I know."

Dantioch grinned.

"But I am an Iron Warrior after all, and there is no need to hesitate about this kind of thing."

"So are we, senior."

Gilbert stood still, smiled and saluted his respected commander.

"You are an Iron Warrior, but we are also Iron Warriors. We were hand-picked by you from among mortals, and then cultivated little by little to where we are today: so, in essence, our values ​​​​are based on your values ​​​​as a mold , watered out.”

"So, since you will fight for the Iron Warriors without hesitation, then we will naturally fight for the Iron Warriors Legion, using our own methods and ideas: to be honest, staying in the Fourth Legion is ours. It is the common idea of ​​​​people, precisely because we have clearly seen the bad deeds in the Legion, and precisely because we have lived in a better environment that is more in line with the Great Expedition, so we have the responsibility, we also have the obligation, let us be born The army can become better and stronger.”

"Although, this means an extremely long and difficult journey."

Gilbert smiled.

"But we are Iron Warriors."

"We are born to overcome all problems in the galaxy."

"Even this conundrum is the father of our Legion and our genes."

The Salamander lowered his eyebrows: he obviously expected the difficulty of what he said.

"We may not be able to immediately improve the legion's current harsh tactical style and combat policies that will only increase consumption, but we can start from the most basic place: we will use real achievements to convince other battle brothers and company commanders , then the war blacksmith, and even our genetic father, because rational thinking is always the most powerful weapon we have as iron warriors, and I believe that the Legion will not degenerate to the point of self-deception. "

"Especially our father. He did not do well in many places, but he is our genetic father after all. After all, he has extraordinary thinking and strong logic: he will know what is right, as long as he We put the right things in front of him."

"Maybe it will take ten, twenty years or even longer. Maybe it will cost a considerable number of us, or even all of us, our lives and will, but we always have a way to pass it on: we can infect More brothers in the legion, we can also get help from you, and we can use the enlightenment of water to wipe away the decay and dust in the legion."

“One day, I believe our dreams can come true: starting now.”

Once again, Gilbert smiled at his superior, and Dantioch did not say anything in the end. He just slowly and seriously nodded towards his junior, toward this idealist. The fire burning in the extreme darkness nodded.

The War Blacksmith may never agree with this plan with a very low success rate, but this does not affect his respect for these determined warriors from the bottom of his heart: they may really be the forerunners of the Fourth Legion, and they may It really will change the entire Iron Warriors Legion.

In the face of the fire of ideals, who dares to say that everything in the world is too certain?

Dantioch, be proud of them.

The war blacksmith raised his lips, showed a cheerful smile, and walked into the hustle and bustle of the arena with his head held high. His students congratulated him on his good luck behind him, while his opponent was in the next second. , and suddenly appeared in Dantioch's pupils.

This is not the first time that the War Blacksmith has seen Sigismund. The last time they met was just a pass and a nod. Dantioch even doubted whether Sigismund would remember him as an ordinary person. face: And soon, Sigismund showed with his actions that he had indeed remembered Dantioch’s appearance.

It was seen that the Imperial Fist who had started the whole dispute had gotten enough rest before Dantioch arrived. When the Warsmith's footsteps woke him up, the son of Dorne seemed to be thinking anxiously. What, but when he saw the armored body of Dantioch, the deep thoughts under the blond hair disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The noise gradually rose as the two sword fighters began to move their muscles: neither Sigismund nor the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors present had any objections to Dantioch's armor. In fact, Sigismund seemed a little happy instead.

When he saw Dantioch's sturdy Terminator armor, instead of any anger at being treated unfairly, there was a feeling of eagerness in his pupils: the War Blacksmith could clearly identify that it was Sigis. Mond was inexplicably excited that he could encounter a brand-new opponent that he had never encountered before.

What an arrogant guy.

The Warsmith heard the crackling of his trembling bones, and heard a few wisps of rage rising in his mind: Dantioch recalled one last time the tactics he had discussed with the Dawnbreakers along the way. , and then out of habit, he glanced at the auditorium above the sword fighting arena.

The auditorium is very spacious and seems to be able to accommodate thousands of warriors, but at this time it is already crowded. Most of them are occupied by iron gray and yellow gray, and the number is almost half and half: Iron Warriors Their morale was somewhat boosted by Dantioch's appearance. As for the Imperial Fists, they still maintained their usual cold and hard style.

But at the core surrounded by the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, the War Blacksmith saw an uninvited guest: Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist, walked out of his private confinement room at some unknown time. At this moment, he stood there gloomily, looking at the arena without knowing what he was thinking.

The Lord of Invite obviously noticed Dantioch's gaze. He looked at the armed war blacksmith and nodded, taking it as a greeting. This made Dantioch even feel flattered. .

And just when he wanted to take a closer look at the expression on Dorn's face, he found that the master of the Imperial Fist suddenly raised his head and looked at the auditorium behind the war blacksmith with some surprise: almost at the same time, there was a series of noises. The sound exploded in the Iron Warriors' seats.

Even if Dantioch didn't look back, he knew what was happening, because the heavy and suppressed footsteps were heard throughout the galaxy: even if the war blacksmith turned into ashes, he could still recognize it immediately. A symbol of his genetic father.

Perturabo is here: Although he doesn’t know when he woke up, when Dantioch saw the Lord of Avalon following Perturabo and smiling at everyone present, he probably I can also roughly guess the whole process.

"..."

But now, it is no longer time to think about such small things.

The war blacksmith turned his head, and he saw that Sigismund opposite him had become serious like him: the arrival of the original body had obviously fundamentally changed the nature of this somewhat absurd sword fight.

So……

It's time to get serious.

The War Blacksmith looked at the Imperial Fists who were also posing and grinned.

"Sigismund."

"Um?"

The son of Dorne snorted in response.

"How are you going to fight?"

Dantioch tried to sound confident.

"That's it for the time being..."

"Or...extreme blood?"

"……Ah!"

Sigismund was delighted.

"If you want me to say..."

"We'll just leave it to fate."