Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 554 Kneel down, you bastard!

"The Emperor has summoned us all: the entire Legion, a hundred thousand men, who, because of a single command from the Lord of Mankind, have broken through the stars and space, abandoned the sacred crusade, and returned to this place."

"We have paid so much, both in the victory that was within our grasp and in the soldiers lost in the warp voyage, but what greets us is only an empty space, with only your two blood relatives and dozens of scattered servants: no cheering crowds, and no grand parade ground we had set up before."

"But most importantly..."

"The Emperor is not here."

"At least, I can't feel him."

"This is not a good sign, Lorgar."

"A Primarch and his Legion should not be treated with such contempt: unless there is a reason."

"Of course, it could also be..."

"All right! Kor Phaeron."

When his adoptive father's nagging had affected his review of the Legion, the Word Bearer finally spoke in displeasure, his voice was so light that only he and Kor Phaeron could hear it clearly, but it was also stern enough to make the captain of the first company shut up obediently.

"In any case, we have returned to this land."

The Primarch let out the breath in his chest and walked to the end of the square. That was the last team to be reviewed. They stood at the bottom of the hillside, closest to the Perfect City. They were so inconspicuous in the vast and gorgeously dressed Word Bearers army.

But even so, more than ten meters away, Luo Jia still recognized at a glance that it was a team belonging to the Jagged Sun Regiment. Then, he recognized the warrior standing in the front: when everyone was cheering, this captain with long black hair and yellow skin was so quiet.

And Luo Jia appreciated this calmness even more.

The Primarch walked forward and smiled at his offspring. It had been three years since they last met: but Angertai still looked the same.

"And now that we are back here, there is no reason for us to leave in a hurry."

The Primarch added the second half of the sentence, speaking to Kor Phaeron behind him and Angertai in front of him. Then, the Primarch did not forget to ask the captain who actually did not understand anything.

"What do you think, Angertai?"

Angertai did not speak, he just stood straight, punching his fist on his chest armor, expressing his support for the Primarch. His pupils were covered by tactical goggles, and Lorgar could see his snow-white face in contrast, and the hundreds of Colchis characters written in golden ink on his face.

They extended from the bald head to the outline of the chin, tight and perfect, and every sentence was the most pious prayer, foreshadowing the Primarch's hope for this galaxy.

The Primarch's eyes lingered on these glittering scriptures for a moment, and then he turned around, leaving behind the trembling Angertai, and looked at his adoptive father again, looking at this skinny, aging man: his eyes were still fierce, his teeth were still sharp, and there was no change from the day they met.

"So, don't worry, Kor Phaeron."

The Primarch smiled comfortingly, leaving behind the cheers of 100,000 soldiers, and walked to the front of the entire legion. Only he and his captain could stand here, behind them was the legion that was indistinguishable from the crowd, and in his life was the perfect city that was quiet and dead.

Behind him, the silent Kor Phaeron glanced at Angertai in the back: Angertai was not the only one who cared about the second that Rogado stayed, but after a careful observation, the captain finally withdrew his gaze with disdain.

He didn't see anything special in this Angertai.

"It is still so sacred."

Roga sighed, and pride echoed in his chest.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I can't imagine that such a miracle was built by our own hands: think about it, Kor Phaeron, since the Perfect City still stands here, what kind of suffering in the galaxy is there that you, me, and our legion cannot bear?"

The first captain lowered his head, and he did not try to persuade his son again.

After all, the other two primarchs were walking towards them at this time, and the distance between them was only a few hundred meters. Kor Phaeron was very worried that what he said to Lorgar would be heard by these upcoming children of the Emperor.

"This is your decision, and I will follow you to the last moment as always."

"Just like on Colchis."

The first captain's cracked lips moved up and down, swallowing saliva, stroking the rough skin, and finally squeezed out a dry oath of allegiance, and did not forget to mention the years he and Lorgar had shared hardships to add weight to his words.

The Primarch smiled and didn't care about the inner struggle of his adoptive father. Instead, he was immersed in the brilliant silhouette of perfection, tracing back his past with this place: whether it was forty years ago or the three weeks before.

"Yes, in the past three weeks, I did fall into a kind of confusion."

Luo Jia stood there, talking to himself, questioning his heart.

At this moment, he remembered his previous embarrassment and panic: after being polished by the Emperor and the Primarch, the letter from the Governor of Monachia was spread directly throughout the Legion through the public channel, up to the Primarch, Down to the mortal servants, everyone can analyze what they want to see.

But without exception, the Emperor's fleet surrounded the Perfect City. This ironclad fact still plunged the Word Bearers Legion into panic. Although Luojia's calm attitude suppressed the turmoil within the Legion, it could not suppress Gene The Primarch's own heart.

Along the way, the Word Bearer did not see anyone, but locked himself in the palace, reading the letter over and over again, thinking about the meaning of the emperor, and his mood fluctuated between joy and panic. : And this transformation finally reached its peak when they just sailed into the Mauna Chia galaxy and saw the bright Space Wolf fleet staying next to the Ultramarines fleet.

Ruth came in person.

But Ruth didn't see him, or even talk to Luo Jia.

Not that it mattered, Russ's fleet was a symbol in its own right: known throughout the Imperium as the Emperor's military police, they rarely visited other Legions, but each visit was accompanied by disturbing rumors.

Such a message was enough to intimidate the Primarch, at least it could intimidate Lorgar: so, when he was sitting on the Stormbird under Guilliman's surveillance and heading to the ground, the Primarch felt more about humiliation than humiliation. Panic is fear of the future in a few minutes.

It's just that this fear finally ended in the perfect city.

When Luojia saw that the building that had been his life's work was still standing there and shining brightly, the original body's quick thinking allowed him to confirm one thing: at least, the situation had not reached the worst point. .

Otherwise, all he would see would be the ashes of the perfect city.

Thinking of this, the original body couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

It was like a spring that had been stretched to the extreme was suddenly released. Although the perfect city in front of him could not guarantee anything, the original body's heart was still greatly relaxed, and even his eyes became much harmonious: even when he saw When Guilliman walked towards him, he was able to accumulate some goodwill in his quiet heart.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, although his Macragge brother is stubborn, ambitious, arrogant, annoying, soulless and wanton...

But if you don't mention these shortcomings, Guilliman is also a good person.

With this idea in mind, Luo Jia took the lead and smiled at Guilliman. This abnormal smile made Guilliman stunned for a moment. He instinctively put his weight back and made a gesture of ready to take action at any time. Posture: This sudden movement made the already delicate atmosphere between the three original bodies suddenly fall into inexplicable embarrassment.

What are you doing?

After understanding the confusion sent by Morgan's eyes, Guilliman could only shake his head in embarrassment and smile in response to Luo Jia. Then, he took two quick steps and shook hands first. While holding Luo Jia's hand, the terrifying scene of the Great Word Bearer smiling at him appeared in his mind.

It’s so scary…

"I hope everything didn't rub you the wrong way, brother."

Guilliman squeezed out a sentence, but didn't know what to say. Fortunately, Luo Jia didn't want to talk to him: after a few simple words of courtesy, Luo Jia turned his attention to the late arrival. Another blood relative of.

"Long time no see, Morgan."

He smiled sincerely.

Frankly speaking, Luo Jia actually had a very good impression of Morgan. Although they had only met briefly a few decades ago when they picked up Conrad who was still on Nostramo, that meeting Overall, it was quite enjoyable, especially when Morgan took the initiative to ask Luo Jia for the Book of Holy Words in the end, which made the Word Bearer label her "spiritual".

Not to mention that after this, Luo Jia accidentally heard that Avalon under Morgan maintained a tolerant and laissez-faire attitude towards faith, and [freedom of faith] was also written into the basic national policy of the Far Eastern Frontier. : Although this is not a shocking achievement, compared to other areas of the empire, this simple act is enough to make Luo Jia feel warm.

Finally, among his brothers, there was finally another person who was transparent.

Thinking of this, the Great Word Bearer's smile became much more sincere.

"I never thought that things here would make you go to all the trouble to come."

Luojia held Morgan's hand and shook it vigorously up and down. The gentle words in his mouth made Guilliman look at his empty palm innocently: Didn't he and his Ultramarines also work tirelessly? , came from a similar distance?

#bitter#

[The Emperor’s will. 】

Morgan responded simply, trying his best to make Luojia unable to remember her voice.

"Yes, only the God Emperor's order can allow us to gather here."

The Word Bearer smiled.

"So: Where is the God-Emperor?"

This simple question made Morgan and Guilliman look at each other, and while the Macraggeans were thinking about how to answer, the Spider Queen had already taken a step back and turned sideways as if entertaining guests. The gate of the Perfect City was revealed in front of Luo Jia.

The Word Bearer looked along, but only saw Malcador and dozens of forbidden soldiers.

Before he could understand the meaning of this move, he saw that it took hundreds of people to push open the heavy door of the Perfect City. Amidst the sudden rumbling sound, he was struck alive by a dazzling sun. melted.

"……no no……"

Luo Jia realized what the sun was. He stepped back, even standing a little unsteadily, and spoke intermittently, as if whispering could change his fate.

But unlike the cowardice in his mouth, the face of the Great Word Bearer at this time was distorted and ecstatic: sometimes he was stunned because of shock, and sometimes he showed joy because of the miracle in front of him, as if he had obtained an extremely dangerous weapon. Like a priceless treasure, between fear and joy, I didn’t know how to choose.

"...this...this is true..."

Behind him, the silent and majestic Word Bearers were finally dispersed by the noise: thousands of Word Bearers soldiers were irritated by the bright light, and they retreated with Kor Phaeron, shouting one after another. The sound disrupted the public channels and became chaotic.

The insiders standing in front of them already had their own countermeasures.

Guilliman turned his back, shaking his head and sighing at the ensuing farce; the Imperial Guards separated to both sides of the road, sending silent blessings to their lord who had not been seen for a long time; while the Sealbearer standing in the distance and the one standing nearby Morgan simply didn't move at all: they had long been accustomed to the feeling of the sun being close to them.

Morgan needs to get more used to it: after all, she has been in contact with this sun at a negative distance.

Because of this, she could not be disturbed by the Emperor's light, see Lorgar's cowardice in her eyes, see the chaos of the Word Bearers in her eyes, and realize the true majesty of the Emperor to this world with just the use of The awe that the momentum can cause to the entire legion has been clearly seen in their eyes and remembered in their hearts.

She secretly swore that one day, she would also achieve this true miracle.

Then, Morgan turned his head, with a perfect smile already on his face.

She bowed slightly towards the approaching emperor, fulfilling her duty as a courtier, while the Lord of Mankind glanced at her silently, a moment of helplessness flashed across his serious and gentle face, but more importantly Most of them are just traces of time after long-term hard work.

Morgan heard the Emperor's voice as he passed him: her genetic father was speaking to her in the spirit realm.

+Q Did you remember it? +

He asked: a standard, emperor-style hiding of the head and tail, but at this time, Morgan was already familiar with these sentence patterns. She knew that the emperor was saying those [spells], and her answer was also in the emperor's style. .

[They are just the tip of the iceberg. 】

Morgan's voice echoed in his heart, but he did not get a reply from the Lord of Mankind, because at this time the Emperor was already standing in front of Lorgar: the Great Word Bearer stood up straight again, and he bravely challenged his father. Because he discovered that there was still love, trust and kindness in the emperor's eyes.

That's for him.

+ Luo Jia. +

The Emperor spoke.

"Father."

After a moment of hesitation, the Word Bearer bowed his head to his lord.

"You're here?"

Lorgar lowered his head. The Emperor did not immediately reply to his words, but waved to the side: through the corner of his eye, Lorgar could see his brother Guilliman, the Imperial Guards and that old man Macca. Many, under the emperor's silent order, stood aside one after another and became insignificant spectators.

The original body watched silently. Only when his eyes passed by Guilliman, did he feel a slight wave of concern for his blood brothers. As for Malcador and the Imperial Guards? Luo Jia has never felt anything about these flashy and ignorant people.

But then, he discovered something was wrong: his Avalon blood relative obviously wanted to follow the steps of the others and exit the venue together, but just as she passed behind the emperor, the Lord of Humanity But he only stretched out one arm, pressed Morgan's shoulder abruptly, and then forcibly brought Morgan to his left side.

Luo Jia was shocked by this move, and Morgan's face was also full of surprise. She even looked at the Word Bearer who raised his head: only a moment of eye contact. Luo Jia was able to confirm his blood kinship in Avalon, but he did not expect all this at all.

This is the Emperor's idea.

……probably?

Before Luo Jia could think about it, the Emperor took this strange posture: holding Morgan's shoulder with one hand and beating his waist with the other, looking at the heirs in front of him and the 100,000 Word Bearers warriors who had reorganized into formation, spoke.

His voice resounded among a hundred thousand extremely nervous hearts.

+You know where this is. +

The sound echoed in the square, but it was greeted only by silence.

"Father……"

Luojia stammered and wanted to answer the emperor, but was mercilessly interrupted.

+You also know who I am. +

The Emperor's emotionless eyes swept over everyone present. Although these words made all the Word Bearers warriors doubly confused, no one dared to look at the Emperor: they seemed to avoid looking directly at the sun. , avoiding the emperor's sight, just listened to his voice devoutly.

Then they heard the third sentence.

+So, you should know. +

+Here, facing me, what should you do? +

No more sound came, leaving only Lorgar with his head down, and the 100,000 bewildered Word Bearers behind him: these people always waited for their Primarch's orders, and now it was the same, while their Primarch was also thinking about his father.

What did the Emperor's words mean?

Where is this place?

It is the Perfect City.

Who is in front of them?

It is their god.

So, what should they do?

Confused heart was surging, making Lorgar frown deeply, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, until a very strange groan, like Morgan's voice, reached his ears.

The Primarch instinctively raised his head, but saw a scene that he would never forget.

Morgan was looking at him.

... No, that's not right!

That's not Morgan!

Lorgar's eyes widened.

He saw it. He saw the Lord of Avalon left by the Emperor on his left hand, but she was no longer the blood relative he was familiar with: her hair escaped the influence of gravity and floated in the air. Her face was no longer as gentle as before, but full of holiness and majesty, but the most important thing was the pair of blue-green pupils.

Now, it is golden yellow.

Now, it is a burning flame.

Now...

It will only belong to... a god.

A god behind her...!

"..."

At this moment, the whole body of the Great Word Bearer was trembling.

What should they do?

How could he be so stupid!

In the Perfect City, the holy city in their hearts, facing their gods, what can these humble believers do? What should they do!

"..."

There was no hesitation, no repentance, and no further thinking.