Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 519 Dorn, Li Zai Gan God Demon?

Who's winning?

Bayar would never consider such boring questions.

Or in other words, when his sword edge blocked the death fight between Sigismund and Dantioch at the same time, and with a little force in the flash of lightning, he forced the two exhausted legion champions back, he We can already guess who is the final winner.

Just because the pressure and touch from the two blades are very distinct: Although Dantioch's slash was powerful and heavy, seemingly unstoppable, Bayar just used a little skill to remove the recklessness from it, and instead The war blacksmith lost his center of gravity and retreated backwards.

On the other hand, the simple thrust of the Imperial Fist forced Morgan's champion swordsman to temporarily increase his strength before he managed to deflect it: even Bayar himself couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat. The sword edge almost penetrated Dantioch's flesh.

After the false alarm, [Perfect Knight] glanced meaningfully at Sigismund, who only took half a step back and then stood back up: Although he had praised this [young man]'s talent in his heart, but It turned out that he was still a little mistaken, and Sigismund was far more terrifying than he expected.

Looking at the tense body at that moment and the pair of light golden pupils that were extremely tired but still enthusiastic, Bayar had no doubt that if he pointed the sword at the son of Dorne at this time, then Not only would Sigismund not complain at all, but he would happily have another fight with his old-timer.

In fact: this guy looks like he wants to do just that!

What a madman...

The second company commander shook his head slightly, and slowly uttered a sigh in his heart that even he didn't know whether it was a curse or admiration. Then he put the two sword blades back into the sheaths, spread his hands into palms, and continued to stand. In the middle of the two champion warriors, as a sign of truce.

"The will of the three Primarchs."

That's all he said.

In the face of this sudden disruptor, the two champion swordsmen didn't say much. Even the more reckless and stubborn Sigismund didn't suffer any so-called "insult to the honor of the sword fight" or anything like that. Reason, and when the dispute started again, even the vast majority of the audience on the stage remained silent.

Everyone is smart and knows that the sword fight has reached this point. Rather than letting one side fall and causing a blood feud, it is better to let a powerful third party stop it: not to mention the will of the three original bodies.

Although honor is also very important, neither the Iron Warriors nor the Imperial Fists are the kind of guys who do it for the so-called honor or the rules of the arena, rather than for five steps of blood: in fact, the vast majority of legions are not so crazy, and the vast majority Most Astartes warriors are also more rational thinkers than mortals imagine.

Of course, only relatively speaking.

In fact, the only two legions in the entire human empire that like to discuss and resolve disputes in the legion arena, without causing any deaths, are the original two legions: Ghouls and War Dogs: But since the return of Saint Gilis and Angron, even these two legions, who are famous for their bloodshed, have rarely lost lives in their gladiatorial arenas.

Needless to say, the Ninth Legion, although Sanguinius will not prevent his descendants from fighting to their death in the arena, the archangel is absolutely resistant to this subjectively, and the Saint who has always been loyal to him The Blood Angels will naturally no longer break the law. Bastards like Amit are only in the minority after all.

As for the War Dog Legion, or today's World Eaters Legion, the change on this issue has been more direct and thorough: Although the [Lord of the Red Sand] has maintained a cold attitude on most legion matters, , but he was only concerned about the arena.

According to the oral accounts of those warriors who had visited the Twelfth Legion, Angron often went to watch the competitions in the legion. He would show a very rare smile for those extremely excellent gladiatorial performances, but equally, when sword fighting When one kills the other, the Primarch displays an unprecedented fury.

He absolutely, absolutely, absolutely does not want to see any fighter die in the arena. This seems to touch upon the darkest and heaviest part of Angron's fragmented past memory: this attitude of the original body directly The duel pit of the World Eaters Legion was transformed from the legion's duel ground with the highest casualty rate into what the warriors call the "bloodless platform".

Therefore, this has caused a funny result: the current sword fight between Sigismund and Dantioch is already the bloodiest brotherly fight in the human empire. After all, if these two champions are allowed to If the swordsman continues to fight, the final result will most likely be one death and one serious injury.

If there are no accidents, it will definitely be Dantioch who lies in the grave, and Sigismund will be sent to the emergency room: if the War Blacksmith is lucky, he may still be able to breathe and wait until his genes The Dreadnought forged by his father himself, the Imperial Fists only need to lie down for a few days before they become active again.

As for the probability of Dantioch winning...

"Um……"

Bayar thought for a moment and shook his head.

It can only be said that there is still a too obvious strength gap between Dantioch and Sigismund, which cannot be made up by mentality, equipment or any trickery: the Imperial Fist is undoubtedly stronger.

Bayar didn't know whether the son of Dorne realized this, but from the outside, Sigismund's expression was no different from that of defeat: there was no trace of pride and joy on his resolute features, only a trace of pride and joy. Extremely authoritarian and serious, he looked at Dantioch, nodded, and slapped the broken power sword on his breastplate to express respect.

The War Blacksmith also made the same move towards the Imperial Fist. The sound of his iron fist hitting the breastplate was even louder, regardless of the blood flowing from the wound: the two champion swordsmen looked at each other like this, as if This is the last round of this sword fight.

"..."

Bayar was a little helpless.

As the only witness, Bayar saw all this. Perhaps those in the audience would be moved by the sympathy between the two legionnaires, but he saw clearly those small and undetectable actions: Legion champions respect each other? Of course that's true, but underneath this appearance of respect, there is also their own stubbornness and final desire to win.

Since the original body has spoken and they are not allowed to use sword fighting to determine the outcome, then in the period before exiting, let's see who will be unable to hold up first and fall down, sit down, or even take a step back: 1 There must be some method to distinguish who is higher and who is lower in every game, right?

Bayar read these words from Sigismund's pupils, and then he saw recognition in Dantioch's pupils. This made the second company commander of Dawnbreaker helpless, headache, and a little confused. The urge to beat them up: They obviously appreciate each other's abilities and praise each other's tenacity, so why do they have to dwell on this meaningless [victory], which is not even a small profit? ?

What are you drawing?

Forget it Sigismund, don't you Dantioch usually carry it clearly? When Avalona fought with us in the sword fight, he didn't pay any attention to the honor of the legion. Why did he become more serious in front of the Imperial Fist?

"well……"

Bayar sighed.

At this moment, he felt to some extent the helplessness of his genetic mother when facing his two stone brothers: Fortunately, he did not need to experience it for too long, because the sound of hurried footsteps had already appeared on the edge of the sand.

The first person to rush to the field was Kyle Valen of the Fourth Legion. He brought his men and the Iron Warriors of Thalamasi origin, and the Imperial Fist came from another side of the sand a few seconds later. One direction rushed up: these men caught the champion swordsmen of their respective legions, put them on their shoulders, and carried them down, just like soldiers carrying their victorious generals.

In the originally quiet auditorium, with Rana, Yesugei, Ahriman and others taking the lead, applause and cheers spread one after another, when the two champion warriors disappeared into their respective legions. , the whole arena was already in an uproar: at this time, no one cared about victory or honor. Silent and loud applause was the best answer to this battle and this grudge.

Perhaps this is not the best ending for any party involved in the sword fight, but for everyone, this is the most appropriate ending: thinking of this, Bayar couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and he said I like this ending from the bottom of my heart, a little regretful, a little unwilling, but for everyone, it is better.

This fits the aesthetic of Daybreakers.

"It suits me too."

With a murmur, Morgan's Champion Swordsman followed the Iron Warriors and left quietly. Before entering the passage, he did not forget to glance at the high platform where the three Primarchs were entrenched, and this glance , which made him frown: because he found that the atmosphere on the high platform was not harmonious.

In fact...

——————

The atmosphere was awkward.

Morgan held the wine glass, pretended to drink, blinked, and it only took a moment to realize this simple fact: In fact, she didn't need to find out at all, because this was already between Perturabo and Dorn, It’s a familiar pattern of getting along.

It was nothing more than Dorn's words that aroused Perturabo's groundless suspicion, or perhaps Perturabo's words aroused Dorn's shocking counterattack, and then there was endless scolding and deepening resentment: In fact, Morgan even felt a little tired of this. Although it was interesting to watch these two talented guys arguing like children, it was also very tiring to always try to smooth things over for them.

Tired.

Morgan sighed silently.

She could already imagine what kind of sharp counterattack Dorne would have next: After realizing this, the Lord of Avalon was cold-faced and no longer had the impetuous anger at the beginning of the expedition. Instead, he was A kind of ashes mentality after a wildfire burns out.

At this moment, she even understood Malcador who was far away in Terra. After all, in a sense, the sealer had to serve a larger Perturabo, plus a larger one. Dorne is even a combination of the two.

It's scary to think about it: I don't know if that unlucky little old man will retire one day in this life. Even if he does, I'm afraid it will be delayed indefinitely because he can't find a suitable successor.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen couldn't help but laugh. She held the wine glass like this and relaxed on the spot for a second or two. Then, she suddenly felt that something didn't seem right?

【……】

It's so quiet.

Morgan raised a brow.

It was too quiet. Almost half a minute had passed since Perturabo raised that question. Even if Dorn's hearing and reflexes were as slow as Guilliman's political sense, he should have responded. Did the Lord of Steel respond?

Why is it still quiet now?

In confusion, the Spider Queen looked in the direction of the Invites. Not only her, but Perturabo also did the same: the Lord of Steel actually felt regretful the moment he said the words. He knew that he Saying this at this time, it somewhat meant something unprovoked, but it was indeed difficult for him to suppress his nature at that moment.

Or...habit?

Therefore, Perturabo could only forcefully hold up the shield in his heart, wait for Dorne's counterattack, and have another debate that he was completely untenable: If it was at the beginning of this expedition, then The Lord of Olympia could still deceive himself and force this debate to continue, but now, Perturabo knew from the bottom of his heart that what he was doing was no different from messing around.

but……

That's just him.

Disadvantages are sometimes difficult to overcome.

The Lord of Steel sighed in his heart, and then quietly waited for Dorne's...

silence?

【……】

"..."

Why are you silent, Donne?

The Tyrant of Olympia and the Queen of Avalon looked at the Lord of Invite at the same time, and Dorn was also looking at the two of them. In addition to being as serious as ever, there was a trace of real confusion on the rock-like face. As if wondering what his blood relatives are wondering about?

And his confusion, in turn, made the two Primarchs even more confused.

Donne, what are you doing? Where are your sharp verbal counterattacks?

Morgan opened her mouth, almost spitting out this question, but her decades of strong restraint and absolute rationality successfully prevented the Lord of Avalon from being embarrassed. On the contrary, the Olympian next to him remained silent and struggling in place. After talking for a long time, he couldn't help but said one more word.

"Donne, did you hear what I just said?"

"certainly."

Dorn nodded quickly, and then fell into silence again, looking at each other with his two blood relatives as always, which only made the weird emotions in the air more and more.

He remained silent, answering his blood relatives with silence and seriousness.

At this moment, even Morgan didn't know what to say: the situation didn't seem so bad that she needed to smooth things over, but it wasn't so... beautiful?

At the very least, Perturabo's face was definitely not beautiful: when the verbal argument he expected did not appear, and what greeted him was Dorne's silence, the Lord of Steel only felt that he had inadvertently punched him. , seemed to have hit the soft cotton. Although he was relieved that no greater damage was caused, this silence also made him unhappy.

This feeling... is too strange.

How could Dorn... not speak?

How could he not fight back against himself?

Perturabo's throat rolled up and down. He had too many questions and words to pour out at once, but when he looked at the silence between the Invites and him, he realized that he actually had nothing to say.

Such an embarrassing situation turned into a cage, trapping the Olympian in place for several minutes, until the Lord of Steel snorted heavily from his gradually reddening face, then turned around and strode forward. After leaving, the eerie and tense atmosphere in the air disappeared with this action.

【so……】

Is the crisis over?

Morgan's brows twitched. Even she was a little uncomfortable with this scene. Instead, Dorn raised his hand and waved towards the Olympia brothers who left, still uttering farewell words in his mouth.

"See you later, brother."

"..."

Hearing these words, Perturabo's figure visibly froze. He was carrying his two blood relatives and seemed to be struggling for a few seconds before clenching his teeth and turning around, as if he didn't want to be there. As if losing to Dorn in this aspect, he nodded to the two of them quite seriously and waved goodbye.

"See you."

The words were harsh, just like Perturabo's hurried movements after turning around.

The Lord of Steel almost fled, and his shadow disappeared from the Spider Queen's sight in an instant, while Morgan began to think about whether to take the opportunity to follow him, or to stay and say a few words to Dorn: Anyway She and these two people had to talk privately, it was just a matter of order.

The Lord of Avalon thought for a moment, and she first looked at Perturabo who was leaving: It would take at least an hour or even more to talk to this stubborn Olympian, or to reach a consensus, right?

And Dorne...

Morgan glanced at her silent brother.

Regardless of whether it was successful or not: it should be done in five minutes at most.

Such a stark contrast made the Gene Queen make up her mind in an instant. She did not notice at all that in her heart, the gold content of the Invites had unknowingly surpassed that of the Olympians.

So, she took a step forward.

[So, Dorn, did you really hear Perturabo's question? 】

"certainly."

Dawn lowered his head and repeated the same words in the same tone.

"Perturabo was just asking who won the game."

[Then why don’t you respond to him? 】

Morgan then asked, and there was already a small joy in her heart. She couldn't help but start to look forward to it: Could it be that after experiencing these things, her Invite brothers finally understood the importance of remaining silent when necessary? Have sex?

You must know that most of Dorn's negative comments among the original bodies are caused by his "outspokenness" that does not depend on the occasion or atmosphere: a brother who can tell the truth and dares to tell the truth, Although it is admirable, a brother who always tells the truth and never shuts up is definitely annoying, and this kind of upset can easily overwhelm the original appreciation. .

This is Dorne's advantage, but it is also Dorne's shortcoming. If he can make appropriate choices on this issue, give up when he should give up, and still grit his teeth when he shouldn't give up, and persist to the end, Then he is really a character approaching perfection.

Morgan couldn't help but think about it for a moment, and then was poured cold water on him.

"Because I can't answer it."

Donne doesn't mince words.

"Or: I'm not qualified."

There was no fluctuation in his tone.

"If I were qualified to answer Perturabo's question, I would definitely answer it, but the fact is that I am not qualified to answer Perturabo's question at all, and I am naturally not qualified to point out that he is involved in this question. The character flaws revealed.”

【……All right. 】

The Lord of Avalon curled his lips: Fantasy is just a fantasy after all.

[Then why do you think you are not qualified to comment on this issue? 】

Morgan then asked, and she belatedly realized that Donne's words were actually very interesting: Not qualified? This was not something the always proud Dorn could say.

Had he laid aside his despairing pride in this expedition?

Although this is not as great as the improvement of language arts, it can be regarded as a joyful change: the Lord of Avalon has begun to look forward to it a little.

Dorn then spoke.

"Because I asked myself, before answering Perturabo's question, I asked myself in my heart whether I didn't care about winning or losing in this sword fight at all, and whether I could evaluate the two warriors from an objective perspective. And the answer from my heart is: I can’t.”

"I also care about the outcome of this sword fight. I also hope that my heir can win this battle. I will even look for clues for Sigismund to be considered a victory in an obvious draw. ”

"In this sword fight, I have unfair selfish motives. As a result, I am naturally not a completely impartial evaluator. Naturally, I cannot answer Perturabo's question about [who won] The problem."

Dorn raised his head, and his answer silenced the Spider Queen for a moment.

so……

This has changed.

Or, no change?

Morgan was a little unsure. She clearly felt that some of Dorn's personality, or habits, were different from before, but she couldn't tell what was different: the master of the Imperial Fist still seemed to speak bluntly to him. The brothers revealed their inner thoughts and still had deep-seated pride, but Dorne in the past would never have maintained the silence just now, although this silence was somewhat accidental.

【hiss……】

Or: He just learned to reflect on himself before speaking?

Not only did he see the shortcomings of others, but he also began to see his own shortcomings, and he learned to reflect on himself at all times using his own shortcomings, and gradually made up for these shortcomings: and silence was just that he was unwilling to hide it when others made the same shortcomings. Do you deceive yourself into speaking out about your own shortcomings, but do you think you are unqualified to answer out of the same shortcomings?

This seems... or a kind of pride?

And it is the pride of pride: a kind of self-restraint arrogance that does not even require restraint from others, but is entirely based on one's own overly noble character and overly clean moral concepts.

【……】

That……

Is this a good thing?

Or is it a bad thing?

Morgan licked his lips.

She felt a little unsure.

——————

But he knew he had to make some changes.

While being carried all the way to the infirmary by his battle brothers, Sigismund closed his eyes and said nothing, but a storm of thoughts was sweeping through his mind, repeating the sword attack over and over again. fight.

victory? honor? Or was it the reckless impulse that provoked this sword fight? And the comfort and victory cheers of the fighting brothers in my ears? For Sigismund now, all this is irrelevant.

When he closed his eyes, he only saw one thing: he saw the mountain-like opponent, the nightmare that restricted him throughout the game, and the one he could not defeat no matter what. Completely defeated Terminator Armor.

Yes, he did succeed at the last moment, but who on the battlefield would give him a few hours to grind tofu? And Dantioch obviously wasn't used to that armor either.

If he met a guy who could practice the iron cavalry type Ultimate Armor to perfection, how could he completely defeat such a steel demon in a short or long battle? How should he stab his opponent's heart with the sword in his hand?

"..."

What should he do?

Sigismund began to think.

In his heart, he longed to meet an opponent like this.