Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Angerthai was the first person in the entire Word Bearers Legion to regain consciousness.

While his 100,000 battle brothers were still immersed in the beautiful dream of the God-Emperor's presence, bowing their heads like the Primarchs, trembling and praying on their own, this young assault captain had already patted the dust off his body and straightened his back calmly.

Because of this, he became the only person in the entire legion who had the honor of witnessing the entire interaction between the God-Emperor and Lorgar, and Morgan next to him also observed it: this son of Lorgar even dared to ignore the light around him and look directly at the face of the God-Emperor.

Such bold behavior continued until the figure of the God-Emperor disappeared in the sky. When his Primarchs and brothers were still bowing their heads to see the God-Emperor off, Anerthai lowered his eyelids, wondering about another thing in his heart.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but Angertai always feels that although the God Emperor in front of him is indeed powerful and sacred, there seems to be a big gap between him and the omnipotent God described in the Holy Words.

This is an ambiguous gap that Angertai himself can't explain: but it does exist, and it's so obvious that the Word Bearers can't help but start to doubt whether the God Emperor in front of him is a [real] God Emperor?

Or: their beliefs have always been wrong?

Although there is no evidence, the young Word Bearer still planted a seed of doubt in his heart. He didn't dare to tell anyone around him about his views, and he couldn't even come up with a reason to convince himself, but in his heart, he thought so.

This is a stubborn instinct: he feels that the God Emperor is not the God Emperor.

For so many years, the Primarch and they may have gone the wrong way, but the father-son relationship does not allow the Word Bearers to draw such a conclusion, so he would rather believe in another possibility: that is, for so many years, their legion has been misled by the God Emperor and has gone astray?

And the descent of God just now only made this momentum completely irreversible?

The God Emperor is not the God Emperor, or rather, he is not the kind of God Emperor in the hearts of the Word Bearers. The reason why he recognized their beliefs and their perfect city was just for his own interests, not the grace of a god to his believers?

"..."

Angeltai trembled in his heart because of this taboo conjecture, and was distressed for a short time. In his heart, there seemed to be some whispers rising quietly, agreeing with his point of view in his ears: the Word Bearers could distinguish that these were several completely different persuasions and creepy distant laughter.

He thought it was just his hallucination, but soon found that he could not drive away these voices: these voices were like reflections that stayed in Angertai's heart. When the Word Bearers first had some doubts about the God Emperor in their hearts, they came along.

Although these voices have temporarily retreated due to Angertai's boredom, the Word Bearer knows that they have not disappeared, but have quietly hidden themselves. When he recalled what these voices said, he felt that they were not completely unreasonable.

What they said... was not completely wrong?

And his guess... was correct?

Angertai shuddered again.

He hesitated for a moment whether to ask the priest brothers beside him for help, but after seeing that these people were still praying with their heads bowed, he could only shut his mouth and choose to divert his attention with other things.

For example: stand up and walk towards his original body.

He thought so and did so. The plain warrior armor was so dazzling among the colorful robes of the believers: Angertai was the first Word Bearer to stand up. Before the light of the Emperor faded, he strode towards his gene father.

With his back to everyone, he walked alone in front of 100,000 kneeling people, his face hidden in the shadows: everyone was accepting the light of the God Emperor, but Angertai chose to refuse. He lowered his head, and only the unknown monsters in his heart accompanied him.

This was not because of his pride, but on the contrary, it was because of humility: from the beginning, Angertai did not think that he would be favored by the God Emperor, and he had no interest in faith. What's more, Angertai never thought that he would be that special person.

When his brothers fought bloody battles because of their faith in the God Emperor and their expectations for the future, the reason that supported Angertai's fighting and actions has never changed from beginning to end: he was just [obeying orders].

Obeying Luo Jia's orders.

The only person he will be loyal to in this life.

Halfway through the march, he was temporarily attracted by another brother: Angertai saw Kor Phaeron slowly and painfully standing up from the ground. Although his Terminator power armor made it easier to stand, the stabilizers at the joints were buzzing, still making the captain of the first company look ferocious, completely different from the pious and fanatical look just now.

Angertai did not offer help: just like any other Word Bearer.

He did not hate Kor Phaeron like most of his brothers, but he did not like him either. He agreed with the mainstream view in the legion: Kor Phaeron was the adoptive father of the Primarch, and he had merits, but he was definitely not worthy of the position of captain of the first company.

Look at the captains of other legions, what kind of people they are: not to mention the outstanding and famous warriors like Abaddon, Radron and Typhons, even the semi-retired Marshall of the Dawnbreakers was once a famous imperial legend, and there is no doubt about his strength and achievements.

Compared with these people, what is this old bone of Kor Phaeron: he can't even defeat a team of greenskins by his own strength!

Angertai's eyes collided with Kor Phaeron briefly, and he felt the resentment in the pupils of this old thing: Kor Phaeron has this attitude towards most members of the legion, and he openly hates most of the Word Bearers.

Angertai was too lazy to get angry with him, but while retracting his gaze, he sighed in his heart: in his heart, the position of captain is actually more suitable for another person, a person who has long been erased from the legion sequence.

That is the former chief priest of the Word Bearers: Erebus.

His half mentor and guide.

Few people know that Erebas was Angertai's guide. He chose Angertai from countless children of school age on Colchis and absorbed him into the Word Bearers. Erebas originally planned to train Angertai to be a priest, but he finally chose to become a warrior.

(Yes, this is the official history, not my original creation. Erebas was indeed Angertai's guide and former teacher. This relationship also affected Angertai's later judgment of Erebas. Angertai's death in the original book was not unrelated to this.)

Not long after he made this choice, the chief priest Erebas disappeared in a private operation. Because this was an extremely private operation that was not even reported, the Word Bearers did not even know where the chief priest was buried.

The death of Erebus was a loss to the entire legion. Although he had not been the chief priest for a long time, no one could take his place. His statue still stands in the most central square of the Law of Faith, and no one could take his place.

Lorgar had also considered Angertai, but the latter insisted on the path of a warrior.

The Primarch did not force him and respected his opinion from the bottom of his heart, which made Angertai grateful to his father: he swore that whenever he was present, he would guard his Primarch.

Even though there were two other Primarchs standing beside Lorgar at this time, it was no exception.

Angertai was not reckless. He patiently waited for the Primarchs to finish their conversation before he took the opportunity to meet them. He was accompanied by Kor Phaeron who arrived later: the old man was obviously afraid of the other two Primarchs, but after seeing his adopted son Lorgar, he still went up.

But just when he hesitated. Angertai had already stood in front of Morgan and Guilliman, bowing to them neither servilely nor arrogantly, because he noticed that the two seemed to want to help Lorgar up: in such an occasion, such an action would inevitably undermine Lorgar's dignity.

Is their father so weak that he needs someone to help him?

Angertai stood up, seemingly saluting, but in fact he used his body to block the two Primarchs. He was sweating inside because of this reckless action. He knew that he was gambling on the tolerance of these two Primarchs with good reputations.

Fortunately, the situation was as he thought: Morgan, who was always known for his gentleness and kindness, saw his intention but smiled it off. As for the worrying Guilliman, he didn't care much about helping Lorgar, but looked at Angertai with a little interest.

"Are you Angertai?"

The Macragge asked.

"Yes, my lord."

The Word Bearer bowed again.

"I didn't think you'd heard of me: I'm just a nobody in the Legion."

Guilliman smiled and didn't respond.

The Word Bearer didn't want to delve into how the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds knew of this little unknown captain. Although his Legion did have some martial arts reputation, it wouldn't have spread to such a faraway place.

No... can't think about it...

The Word Bearer turned around and helped his Gene Father up. He didn't dare to really touch Lorgar's shoulders. He just bent down, glanced at the scrolls covered with scriptures, and asked his father softly.

"Aurelian, my Primarch."

"Come on, the Legion is waiting for you."

Lorgar raised his head and cast a grateful glance at Angertai. His face was calm and perfect: Angertai, who dared to look directly at the God-Emperor, didn't dare to look directly at his Gene Father at this time. This would be an offense.

Moreover, every time he gazed upon his Primarch, Angertai would be thrown into a genuine fantasy, recalling the day when he was eleven years old, just participating in the Astartes selection, and had the honor of meeting Lorgar for the first time.

The first meeting with the Primarch is an impression that no Word Bearer can forget, and it is also accompanied by pain: when the Primarch appeared, Angertai's senses could not even process what he saw, and he fainted for a long time. When he woke up, the words he said became a vow from then on.

"I want to serve him."

"I will serve him, I swear."

This is a promise, a promise that Luo Jia will never know, but Angeltai will fulfill it until death: when the original body stands up, he will no longer pay attention to his own heir, but will be with him. The brothers started chatting, and taking advantage of this moment, Kor Phalon took the opportunity to occupy Angertai's position, while the Word Bearer only took a step back, silently taking on his guarding duties at the edge.

But someone still noticed him.

[Are you Angelte? 】

Exactly the same inquiry, but this time it came from the mouth of the Spider Queen: After Morgan carefully observed Kor Phalun, making the old man crawl with fear, he turned his attention to Angeltai. , but unlike Guilliman, Angeltai found that the Lord of Avalon's eyes seemed to be deeper.

The Primarch was sincere and wanted to get something out of him.

And she apparently dug it out.

"Yes, my lord."

"Have you heard of me too?"

[Conrad told me about you. 】

The Spider Queen pursed her lips, her expression hard to describe.

"..."

Angeltay was silent.

Was he so famous?

Then, neither of them spoke, and Angeltay just watched quietly as Morgan's gaze towards him changed continuously.

At the beginning, the Spider Queen was just disgusted with the conversation with the two blood relatives, and she came to observe the silent Word Bearer beside her on a whim. But when she cleared her pupils, her eyes swept from Angeltai's side. After a while, his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Angeltai could even see Morgan's nose moving slightly, as if he was smelling something from his body.

Finally, the original body raised her head, and a complex expression appeared on her face, which seemed to be both pity and ridicule. She was obviously more interested in Angertai, and even reached out her hand and said, The Word Bearer patted his shoulder blade gently but not hard.

[I’ll give you a piece of advice. 】

Morgan's voice trailed off.

[In the future, when you don’t know what to do, remember to listen to your own voice: except yourself, no one will want to sell you for a good price, no matter how many benefits those things promise you, They will eventually default on their debts. 】

【It really doesn’t work. 】

The Primarch lowered her voice and lowered her body to the Word Bearer's ear.

[Death may not be salvation. 】

[Mark my words, beloved. 】

……darling?

This strange word puzzled Angeltai, but the Spider Queen obviously would not explain it to him. Morgan turned around and rejoined the talks between the original bodies. What they discussed was nothing more than the follow-up to The Perfect City. How it should be treated: This isn't a serious topic, even Malcador could get into it.

…

"What did you say, Morgan?"

Luo Jia's eyes shone.

"Do you want to accept some residents of the Perfect City to your Far Eastern frontier?"

[Just a suggestion, forget it if you don’t agree. 】

Morgan waved his hand.

[After all, my fleet and legion have been here for a long time. Among those mortal troops, some extra things will inevitably happen. 】

"For example?"

Guilliman spoke, looking more interested than Lorgar.

【how to say……】

Morgan scratched his cheek.

[Just a few hours ago, my auxiliary army headquarters submitted a report to me: I have more than 500 mortal soldiers under my command, and I hope to take their families away from here and return to the Far Eastern frontier together. 】

"Your soldiers still bring their families to fight?"

[It wasn’t there when I arrived. 】

The primarch blinked.

[But during this month, after these soldiers serving as guards had long-term contact with the locals, it was inevitable that they would form some... bonds between mortals. 】

"I can understand that."

Guilliman laughed.

"After all, the personal conditions of the mortal soldiers who can follow you to join this operation are considered to be good as far as the galaxy is concerned: do you have any objections, Luo Jia?"

"Absolutely not."

The Word Bearer smiled gently.

"The Perfect City has never restricted its residents from moving in or out, whether they do it for their own livelihoods or to spread sacred beliefs. Since they think that the Far Eastern frontier is more suitable for them, what reason do I have to restrict them? What about their hearts? And I believe that your Far Eastern frontier will not restrict their freedom of belief: right, Morgan?"

【certainly. 】

Morgan was noncommittal.

This matter has been revealed.

In the next period of time, the three primarchs talked about other things, but they were not very important, because the unwelcome palm-bearer stood not far away, recording their every word and deed.

During this period, the Word Bearers Legion finally stood up. Under Luojia's order, they were leaving here in an orderly manner, proudly holding up their chests, as if they had won a battle worthy of being written into an epic. : Even the Imperial Guards who left together were amazed at the pride of these warriors, showing contempt on their faces.

This noisy process lasted for two full Terran standards. As for the follow-up settlement of those immigrants from Perfect City, a series of messy administrative work will also take at least a few days: but now, these things are not important. What really matters is...

"Meeting the new brothers?"

Luo Jia laughed.

"Of course: I've been looking forward to meeting Corax."

[Have you also heard about his return? 】

"I am not an ignorant person, Morgan: In fact. When you and the God-Emperor welcomed back our brother Corax, my fleet and I were in the nearby star sector, but the God-Emperor did not summon us, and we There were important tasks at hand at the time.”

"Of course, there is a little selfishness on my part."

Luo Jia was a little shy.

"I don't think I'm ready: I've always felt that when I meet my brothers, I should be very different every time to impress them, even if it's the first time, because They must have heard stories about me."

[Novel idea. 】

Morgan nodded.

【Are you ready now? 】

"Not actually."

Luo Jia smiled and shook his head: When it has nothing to do with faith, he is indeed a lovable person.

"Just the four of us?"

[In fact, more: at least Leman Russ has been waiting for us. 】

"That's good."

The Word Bearer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ruth, at least Ruth is a reassuring guy."

"I'm glad we came to an agreement."

Before Morgan could speak, Guilliman was the first to respond to this conclusion.

"Ruth is really good."

After saying this, the Macragge did not forget to turn back and smile at Morgan.

“Just don’t compete with him: we’re not out to compete with him, are we?”

【of course not. 】

Morgan shook her head, a gleam of light flashing in her pupils.

[It’s rare to have so many brothers present, so of course we have to talk about something important. 】

After saying that, the Spider Queen quickly walked to Luo Jia's side.

【Especially you, brother. 】

Morgan knocked on Luo Jia's chest.

[I have many things, and I would like to hear your thoughts: whether it is psychic powers, the Warmaster, or the situation of the Great Crusade after the Emperor returns to Holy Terra, as well as your evaluation of our other brothers... …]

"Like Corax?"

【……right. 】

[For example, Corax. 】

[I hope you can live in peace. 】