Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 569 Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...

When Ahriman drew his pistol, the world he saw was different from that of others.

The eyes of mortals can only see the ashes and blood in the real universe, but Ahriman's non-existent third eye allows him to see more: the vanity of the etheric world and the hustle and bustle of the real world gradually overlap in his consciousness, and finally merge into one, depicting hundreds of possibilities leading to victory.

The Thousand Sons raised their bolter, calling on the power of the ether in his mind. In an instant, he traced the path his bolter would pass through from countless possible futures, and carefully chose the one that maximized the benefits.

This was not difficult: although the entire imperial army was pinned to the spot by a permanent fortress and the tens of thousands of defenders inside, the Thousand Sons could see through the disadvantages in the real universe and accurately lock on those keys that could turn the tide of the battle in the sea of ​​souls.

A moment later, he fired two shots: both were the best routes predicted.

Before he could finish pulling the trigger for the second time, the first bullet had already achieved results, accurately piercing the enemy commander's heart. The hot metal beads in the micro cluster warheads were scattered due to the impact force, and the entire chest and head were torn to pieces, ensuring that these enemies who mastered unknown technology would die completely.

After the broken body fell, the second bullet came late and hit a target farther away: a primitive-looking void shield engine. The previous fierce attack exposed it to the firepower range of the Thousand Sons, and a bullet wrapped in the prophecy successfully destroyed its control system.

The results of the two bullets acted on the defenders at the same time, and the Dawnbreakers followed suit: the mechanical priests following Ahriman poured the virus into the fortress's communication network at the moment when the Thousand Sons pulled the trigger.

So, first the commander fell, then the void shield was broken, and finally the entire communication network turned into a screaming distortion: the three attacks came at the same time, causing the huge fortress to fall into silence and stoppage instantly.

Before the resistance fighters could react to what was going on, the next wave of attacks from the Dawnbreaker Legion followed: the mortal psychic troops who had already advanced to the designated position under the cover of the Sons of Morgan, took advantage of this moment of silence to explore the fortress and launched a long-planned psychic volley.

Lightning, ice, fire, and invisible shock waves and shock waves: the [Psychic Guns] placed in the hands of these psychics had long been adjusted. Under the premise of being as safe as possible, they maximized the power of these mortal psychics and finally gathered into an unstoppable wave, covering the huge fortress with destruction.

Ahriman witnessed everything with satisfaction: lightning shattered the solid wall, ice and fire knocked down the soldiers who were still resisting, invisible shock waves made the heavy firepower fall to the ground, and tens of thousands of lives were ruthlessly harvested. The damage caused by this round of psychic volleys was almost the same as the firepower coverage of the artillery positions, and the deterrent effect on the enemy was three times better.

All this was the credit of him and Yesugei who had been running around for decades.

With a sense of superiority, Ahriman raised his sword and joined the charge, merging into the silent silver wave.

The cooperation between the Dawnbreakers and their mortal auxiliary army was seamless, and even no more communication was needed: the last psychic shock wave had just landed on the heads of the resisters, harvesting the last victory, and the first wave of Morgan's vanguard had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak up.

The first step of the Dawnbreakers and the last psychic fire rolled into the fortress at the same time. The resistance did not even have time to raise their heads before they lost the first line of defense they had held for a long time. Then there was an avalanche of collapses: although they did not lack the courage to fight, when the Astartes rushed into the fortress with sharp blades and turned the battle into a close hand-to-hand fight, no amount of courage could stop the roar of the chainsaw sword.

At this time, less than ten seconds had passed since the Dawnbreakers were nailed to the spot by the heavy firepower of the fortress: most of the resistance did not even react to what happened before they lost their heads.

Ahriman waved his Chanabar saber and bolt pistol, harvested thirty-four victories for himself, and then used a psychic shock wave to clean the entire trench, turning the remaining resistance into bloody mud, and the ground became as sticky as melted butter, which made people feel sick.

So, he gave up this place and continued to follow the footsteps of the Dawnbreakers: the mortal troops behind him had caught up. They were accustomed to this bloody scene, and only picked up their guns to kill the remaining enemies, and knocked out the cowards who surrendered and threw them to the back.

Within fifteen minutes, the outer area of ​​the entire fortress was cleared. Five hundred Dawnbreakers and three thousand mortal auxiliary troops killed opponents twenty times their number, but none of them were killed: the last stronghold was solved by the giant Hector alone.

I saw this fully armed Dawnbreaker captain who looked like a tank, under the cover of firepower, rushed to the outside of the fortress that was still resisting, raised his fist that was a circle bigger than the orc warlord's head, and with a thunderous roar, he forcibly collapsed the fortress that could withstand artillery shells: as easy as piercing a cone.

From beginning to end, only one punch was used.

This scene shocked Ahriman and other Dawnbreakers no less than the defenders in the fortress. Before these unfortunate guys could react and shoot or surrender, Hector reached out his hand again and gently pinched the cannon in the fortress into two pieces: the barrel as big as a mortal head fell to the ground with a dull sound, and then, six real mortal heads also fell to the ground.

Hector used only one knife to cut the six people neatly in half. This brutal scene broke the psychological defense of the defenders. They abandoned all the strongholds outside and hid in the mountain fortress. They didn't even dare to put any firepower on Hector in return.

"Even Warhound-class Titans rarely act as exaggerated as you."

When the Empire's army regrouped on the messy battlefield, Ahriman took the opportunity to sneak to Hector's side. Looking at the silly face smiling under the silver short hair, it was really hard to connect this face with the wild face a few minutes ago.

For some reason, Hector's performance just now always gave Ahriman a sense of déjà vu: he remembered the movie that the Primarch Conrad, who regularly refreshed on the [Aurora] a few years ago, had invited them to watch.

Well, what was the name of the movie in which the giant gorilla grabbed a mortal woman and fought a bunch of antique planes on a high-rise building: Hector was somewhat similar to the male protagonist in it.

"You must make good use of deterrence, even if it will cause a moment of bloodshed, it is worth it."

Morgan's pride just wiped the blood on his legion badge patiently.

"This is what Sir Conrad taught me."

"That makes sense."

Ahriman nodded.

"Are we going to launch an assault on that mountain fortress next?"

"It depends on the situation. I just sent someone to try to persuade them to surrender."

While answering, Hector prepared his company for battle, including the mortal psykers: Ahriman saw that the Dawnbreaker had withdrawn half of its strength and was ready to invest in the next assault, and the remaining half of the psykers had to stay here until the follow-up troops arrived.

The lucky ones who were chosen took off their winter coats and handed them to their companions. Under the coats was a very thin mortal power armor. This mortal power armor, which was researched by Reza and exclusive to Avalon, was called [Hummingbird] and was exclusively for psykers in the Avalon Auxiliary Army.

This power armor is as light and agile as its name, and is the lightest and thinnest known power armor. As for the missing defense, it is supplemented by the disposable personal shields carried by mortal psykers.

Ahriman could see that all the armors were uniformly engraved with the [Universal Runes] developed by Morgan and Leman Russ: in addition to the common runes of strength, health and tenacity, there were also high temperature runes temporarily drawn for fighting in such low-temperature environments. The mortals carefully wiped these runes, which indirectly explained their effectiveness.

These runes are all good things, and they are also very popular in the Great Crusade, but except for the Dawnbreakers, White Scars and Space Wolves, no legion would use these runes as the standard for their mortal auxiliary forces.

The reason is also very simple: whether it is these universal runes, or the psychic guns and hummingbird armor that are also the standard of Avalon's psionic troops, they are all expensive disposable products with a service life of usually only one battle. To achieve standardization, they must be continuously produced and replaced, and few legions will do this for their mortal troops.

The only exception who met the criteria of being rich and powerful was the [Dangerous Person], who was tacitly known by Morgan, Chagatai Khan, or Leman Russ, and did not reveal these secrets: even the constant hints of that person were fooled by pretending to be stupid.

This is right.

Ahriman nodded in his heart.

Given a thousand such warriors, he was confident that he could capture any fortress.

Including the one in front of him.

"It won't even take half an hour."

Thousand Son turned around and declared victory to his friend.

"No."

Hector shook his head and denied it.

"Not even a second."

After that, he pointed to the bottom of the mountain fortress: the Dawnbreaker who was responsible for persuading the surrender was waving his hands and walking back with excitement. Next to him was a mortal who looked like an officer. The military uniform on his body showed that he was a senior official among the resistance.

...

"I am the commander of this fortress."

The mortal stood in front of Hector and Ahriman with a face full of fatigue. He was first amazed by the tall stature of the two Astartes warriors, then lowered his head and tried to suppress the trembling in his voice.

"I am here, on behalf of all the defenders in the fortress, to pray for peace from you."

"There is only one way to achieve peace."

Hector was neither sad nor happy.

"You could have gotten a relatively more decent result, but now, our legion and primarch only accept unconditional surrender: let your people leave the fortress and hand over their weapons. Any resistance will continue this war, and there will be no mercy next time."

"I...I understand."

The officer hesitated for a moment, he slowly took off the sword at his waist, put this treasure that may have been passed down for a thousand years between his hands, and raised it high above his head.

"We will surrender, we will lay down all our weapons and flags and follow your orders: I just want to beg you, take your troops back, we don't want to fight anymore, we beg you to save our lives."

There was a cry in the officer's voice, which was completely different from his resolute face, but it was the last sentence that really attracted the attention of Hector and Ahriman.

"Save your lives? What do you mean?"

"Your comrades, those guys with wolves, they have already gone to the town behind us to kill."

The officer lowered his posture again, his posture no longer different from a humble plea.

"I surrender to you. I hand over the fortress and the town to you. I only hope that you can show mercy and stop their wolves from killing everyone: our wives and children are still in the town... …”

"..."

Hector and Ahriman looked at each other.

"Can."

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"Leave it to us."

Orpeson nodded to Hector and Ahriman. Behind him, a team composed of psykers and mortal soldiers surrounded the town where the imperial flag had just been raised, but the guns were aimed at outside.

"No need to worry."

Qianzi smiled and comforted these warriors who were obviously feeling uneasy.

"There will be no conflict. You just need to ensure that the Space Wolves will not rush into the residents of this town later. Leave other matters to us to solve: keep your warriors calm, I don't want to see Someone accidentally misfired."

"Don't worry, Thousand Sons."

Among the auxiliaries of Avalon, there were those who resented Ahriman's slight.

"We have fought alongside the Astartes countless times, and our legs will not weaken just because the Emperor's Angels are standing across from us: do your job, and if there must be a bloody conflict today, then even if there is a bloodshed, Those coming are those space wolves, and they will break their stinking teeth in front of us."

This arrogant Ayan caused enthusiastic cheers among the mortal legions of Avalon. Even Orpeson also smiled: Ahriman did not comment on this. He turned around and stood in front of He Next to Kurt were five hundred Dawnbreakers lined up.

"You're not surprised?"

Thousand Sons felt as if Hector had anticipated all this.

"certainly."

Morgan's pride nodded.

"These mortals behind you are from a meritorious army, Ahriman. This shows that they have completed at least one mission that was supposed to be performed by the Astartes: Even without the transformation surgery and the care of the original body, the mortals The power cannot be underestimated.”

"Yes, I always forget this."

Qianzi turned his head: he could already smell the smell of blood and wolf stench in the air.

"Hopefully the mission they complete will be a little scarier than the Space Wolves."

"That would be too much."

Hector smiled, wiped the blood on the dark green giant blade, and then took a step forward, standing in front of his company, one man in charge: his majestic body cast a mountain-like shadow on the ground, More oppressive than the menacing wolves.

In the chilling silence, Russ's wolves finally appeared.

First there was the smell of blood rising into the sky, and the howling of wolves that resounded throughout the valley, and then came a large group of gray-haired beasts: the descendants of Leman Russ brought these giant wolves from their home planet Fenris to the Milky Way, leaving them to their own devices. They galloped on the battlefields of the Great Crusade, devouring the corpses of the defeated, and the real wolves followed behind these four-legged wolves. They were led by a man with wolf claws and weird tattoos on his body. Rune Priest.

"Wodemaker."

Thousand Sons whispered.

"I know him. He is the rune priest of the fifth company. He is quite calm."

"That's good."

Hector nodded and faced the surging wolves without hesitation. He just stood there silently. The dozens of four-legged wolves rushing at the front stopped, and there was nothing in their amber pupils. The greed for food adds to the uneasiness born from the instinct of the beast when facing higher predators.

And when Hector raised the blade and thrust it into the ground fiercely, not only did these gray-haired beasts quickly retreat to their master's side, but their two-legged master also had to leave in the frenzy of killing. Coming out: The wild beasts that had slaughtered the entire valley stopped running. They looked at the five hundred Dawnbreakers facing each other in silence. The scene fell into deathly silence for a moment.

After a moment, Wodemaker pushed aside the guard beside him and walked out.

He only took a cursory glance and understood what the Dawnbreakers meant.

"interesting."

Rune Priest laughed.

"Dawnbreaker, do you want to protect these enemies of the Empire?"

"They are not anymore."

Hector pointed to the double-headed eagle flag flying above the town.

The Rune Priest's disdainful laughter could reach everyone's ears.

"Do not make jokes!"

His voice was hoarse.

"If you regard this as an excuse to fool me, I will accept it, but if you really think so, then you are an idiot like the Thousand Sons: the descendants of the great [Soul Drinker] are as stupid as you ”

Soul Drinker...

This familiar nickname made Hector frown, but he was not angered by Hedmaker's words. Even among the five hundred Dawnbreakers behind him, there was no dissatisfaction. Sound: They just loaded their guns in silence.

"I'm not prevaricating, Wolf."

Morgan's proud son was too lazy to argue with these unruly Fenrisians.

"I'm just stating the facts: The resisters in this area have laid down their weapons, all the soldiers have entered our prisoner of war camp, and the women and children have left their rooms. There is no longer any chance of resistance. They have officially Surrendered to the human empire, you have no right to let your butcher knife fall on their heads."

"Is it?"

Wodemaker seemed to accept this explanation with great reluctance. After all, the ironclad facts were right in front of him, and he could not continue the massacre carelessly in front of the Dawnbreakers: behind him, however, There were natural complaints from the wild wolves, and they seemed to be really eager to stop the massacre, but they were suppressed by the Rune Priest with a loud roar.

"I don't know what is the reason that causes you Dawnbreakers to be so compassionate. Maybe the rumors are right. Lord Soul Drinker's weakness in some aspects has indeed been extended to you descendants. Let you It goes against the true path of the Astartes."

This time, Wodemaker's words finally caused a reaction among the Dawnbreakers: the disguised accusation against Morgan made many people in Hecht's company draw their swords gloomily, and seemed to want to come. A battle of honor.

"Don't be pretentious here."

Rune Priest sees all this.

"If you really want to have a good fight with me, it's not now: I guess the descendants of the Soul Drinkers can't be stupid enough to kill each other before the war is over, right? If you really want to fight, then Come aboard the Herakfennir, and I will be waiting for you all in the legion's arena."

Rune Priest wanted to say something more, but a strange sound in the distance interrupted his words: it was a long horn sound, which sounded as if it came from the most distant mountains, but it set off a fanatical response among the wolves. , and dozens of wild wolves looked up to the sky and howled for a long time, even Hedmek joined in without any concessions.

"You're in luck today, kid."

After the wolf finished howling, the Rune Priest turned to look at Dawnbreaker. The wild wolves behind him were already retreating in an orderly manner, and it seemed that they had completely given up on their plans for this town.

"Ruth is calling us, and we will follow him into the real battlefield."

"As for this town of yours?"

The wild wolf smiled cruelly.

"You'd better make sure that they sincerely surrender to you, instead of surrendering resentfully under our troops, always waiting for the opportunity to retaliate: If they are really stupid enough to want to take revenge on the empire, then we will Will return and show these guys the price for breaking their oath."

"I will."

Hector nodded.

"But please also know that war is not the only path to complete destruction: if the empire does not allow each of its opponents to surrender, but kills them all, then even if this great expedition takes another five hundred years, it will not be possible. It can’t be completed.”

"What an open statement."

The Rune Priest roared, and he turned around and left without any regrets, but before leaving, he left a sarcastic message to Hector.

"But remember it, kid."

"It's like you said: Our enemies have only two options: surrender and extermination."

"And when you, the Dawnbreakers, honorably accept their surrender, you'd better not forget whose massacre made these people willingly surrender to you, and whose mad running drove them to you. On the other hand: They surrendered to our massacre, but not to your mercy."

"And after we leave."

"I hope these people kneeling at your feet will still be as humble as they are now."

The wolf sneered.

"See you again in winter, good man, son of the good Soul Drinker."

"Wish ya'll good luck."