Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Before you crawl into the duel pit, I'm warning you one last time, Bloodspitter."

When Gargos of the World Eater absorbed the cool air on the [Herakfennir] through his metal teeth, he heard the centurion calling him: I don’t know when, Karn will He left the side of the original body and stood in front of Gargos, looking at him with a look that was not provocative.

"All ears, sir."

Gargos, who was known as "The Blood-Spitting Man", smiled at Kahn. They both belonged to the Fourth Assault Company of the World Eaters, but Kahn was the centurion and leader of the company, while Gargos was He is the company's pharmacist: although he always forgets his own job and spends more than ten times as much time in the duel pit as he does in the infirmary.

"Don't give me that playful smile here, you idiot."

Kahn rubbed his temples, his lips were trembling, and he grabbed the railing with both hands, making a horrible sound of compressing his knuckles: The centurion's pupils looking forward were full of exhaustion, and even Gargos felt a little sorry for him. .

Karn was always tired, and he was always responsible for more than he imagined. Perhaps this was the price of being the Primarch's chief attendant: Gargos felt sympathy for this, but he never dared to express this sympathy. Show it, after all, Kahn doesn't like pity from others.

If discovered by the Centurion, the consequences would be serious: Although Kahn's performance in the duel was mediocre, as a flesh and blood brother of the same company, Kargos had witnessed his performance on the battlefield with his own eyes. He knew how crazy his centurion would become and how much energy he would explode in order to keep up with the original body on the battlefield.

That is the power that can shake the Legion.

In a sentence: When Angron focused on charging into the battle, Karn was one of the few who could keep up with him. Even the King of Void's personal guard [The Devourer] found it difficult to do this. Enough to make Karn respected and feared by the Devourers and bloodthirsty fools like Gargoth.

What's more, the Devourer Guards, who were envied by the entire Twelfth Legion, once took the initiative to invite Karn to join: This was a good thing that even Gargos couldn't fight for, but the Centurion just refused indifferently. He believed that serving in the Galactus Guard would impact many of the things he could do for his Primarch.

Therefore, the spit-blooded man was obediently taken away from the original body by his centurion. They stood at the bottom of the audience stage together, watching the [FM Void Shield] used to isolate the duel stage from the crowd. Slowly rising to a height of five meters: In the World Eaters Legion, the function of this void shield is to prevent angry spectators from jumping into the field and beating the duelists.

And here in the Wolf Group, its role seems to be similar.

This new discovery made Kargos feel very good. He began to think about when he should go on the field and meet the elites from other legions: he heard that there was never a shortage of good players in the duel field among the Dawnbreaker legion. , and the Space Wolves are pathetic.

The expression on his pharmacist's face was seen by Kahn. He rubbed his temples again and felt a little more tired: Kahn did not continue to circle around. He faced the spitting man and gave his warning in a concise and concise manner.

"Listen, Gargos: the primarch asked me to stand by his side. You know, all three lords have a squire behind them, so I can't keep an eye on you like before. You'd better Bring your mind to the duel stage, think about where this place is, think about the big names in the stands, don't think about your bloody duel any more."

"You're a bit unfounded, Kahn."

Gargos smiled, and he had to admit that when he heard that Karn was chosen by the primarch, he felt jealous and sour in his heart: any World Eater would be like this, but Gargos's feelings stopped there. It wasn't that he had no desire for a position next to his Primarch, but that he knew that Karn deserved it.

No one was more qualified: the centurion had always made them proud.

"Or are you worried that my madness will affect your future promotion, sir?"

The spitting man smiled evilly, and Kahn's serious expression made him happier.

"Don't worry, sir, you don't need to worry about this problem in the short term: don't forget that more than ten years ago, you were only the eighth company commander, but now you are the fourth company commander, and all our old subordinates are involved. Your light has ascended to heaven with you.”

Kargos clicked his tongue in surprise.

"But even so, if you want to continue to climb to the position of first company commander, to become the only person standing beside the original body, you will have to continue to work hard for decades: Our old regiment commander, His Excellency Kil, although He has no talent in terms of command, but he is still very good with his double axe. He is unparalleled in the entire army. You may not be able to beat him, sir."

"Ah, by the way: I also forgot that you don't seem to have much talent in commanding."

"..."

Kahn was silent for a moment, and then slapped the bloody man on the forehead mercilessly.

"At least I'm making progress."

He did not deny Gargos' accusation.

"Unlike you, a pharmacist who has never saved a few people: If you dare to embarrass our company on this occasion, I will cut off your head first without waiting for the Devourers to come to your door. Bloodsucker, in a completely reasonable way."

"Do you understand, fool: this is not a fight to the death, this is not a bloody fight to the end."

"Don't bring Jue Xue in!"

"clear."

The blood-spitting guy nodded, but the way he kept looking at the arena made Kahn feel that his efforts were in vain: he could only pray that this guy wouldn't be really stupid. After all, within the restraint shield, Gargos What he wants to do is really his own business.

"Let's assume you understand."

Kahn was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and turned around to leave without mercy.

"But don't forget what I said, spitblood, and don't forget the original body..."

"I know, I won't forget."

Before Kahn could finish speaking, Gargos nodded impatiently.

"Everybody knows."

"..."

"Our Primarch hates extermination."

——————

"Isn't this natural?"

Leman Russ stretched out his arm and put his arm around Angron's shoulders: the Lord of the World Eaters seemed uncomfortable with this enthusiastic move, but he still managed a smile and praised this long-lost gesture. Brotherly love.

This was his most precious thing.

Now, too.

"Welcome, Angron: our brothers are reunited on this Night of the Wolf."

The Wolf King blinked at his World Eater brothers, then turned around, pointing another finger at Morgan, as if he wanted to pull Angron into his camp, and jointly fight against the powerful in terms of language. Spider Queen.

"I'm not telling you, brother, you came just in time: just in time to arbitrate the debate between me and Morgan. She can't convince me, and I haven't been able to convince her. We've been in a stalemate here for several minutes."

[Stop being shameless. 】

[You obviously can't defeat me and just want to find reinforcements, Russ. 】

"Save some face for me, Morgan..."

The Spider Queen giggled. She leaned on a buttressed balcony. The perspective here could accommodate the entire arena, overlooking the tens of thousands of warriors at her feet, as well as the brave men who couldn't wait to climb onto the duel platform: most of them were from various legions. An unknown person, a truly powerful group will not appear so early.

Even Gargos was quietly mingling among the crowd, looking at the rough skills of these newcomers with his lips curled up, while waiting for a strong guy worthy of his attack: he hoped that he would not have to wait too long.

"What a terrible devil."

The Wolf King faced Angron, and pulled him to the edge of the balcony with a playful smile. The three Primarchs waved to the bottom, causing a roar of joy like a mountain and a tsunami: the first batch of duelists paid tribute to their legion commander. , and the Primarchs responded in their own ways.

Morgan looked at her heirs and waved her hands simply and elegantly, just like those queens among mortals. However, in the air about ten meters away from the Spider Queen, a string of radiant words floated gracefully. , those were the names of several Dawnbreakers on the field, accurately written with psychic fire: Although they were all recruits who had only joined the legion for a few years, their original body still remembered their names.

The warriors of the Dawnbreaker cheered, and the other two legions did the same: Leman Russ raised his arms high, and the howl of the Wolf King shook the entire arena, attracting tens of thousands of wild men. The wolves howled in unison. This wild power was like strong alcohol, intoxicating the hearts of the fighting spirit, and also made Gargos on the sidelines froth at the mouth with excitement.

Angron raised his arms and struck his chest with his fist. He expressed his respect to everyone on the duel stage at the same time, without any favoritism: However, when his eyes came into contact with those World Eaters fighters, The King of Nothingness will nod slightly, as an extra care for his legion soldiers.

Gargos longed for that look.

When Angron's eyes flicked away from the last fighter, the first bell rang amidst the excitement of the crowd. The fighters on the field formed small teams and started a melee between groups: The last person standing among them will become the champion, waiting for the new challenger in the audience. This kind of melee will continue until the end of the Wild Wolf Night.

The final winner will not be the one who stands last on the duel stage. After all, this kind of defensive battle has great instability factors, and the people present are all seasoned warriors like the Primarch or the Astartes. They don't need mortal rules at all: which fighter performs better on the duel stage, basically everyone present can see it at a glance.

When the Night of the Wild Wolf ends, the strongest person will naturally stand in the hearts of onlookers.

"I like this rule."

Angron nodded to Leman Russ.

"You have a good idea, brother: can you tell me about the dispute between you now?"

[It’s not a complicated matter. 】

Morgan was lying lazily on the bench that Lana had pulled for her. She was observing everything on the field from her psychic perspective. Half of her calves were exposed from the hem of her long skirt, showing off to her two brothers. smile.

[I just heard that Rus sent an envoy to Hriosa to persuade him to surrender. 】

"Hriosa?"

Angron was stunned for a moment before he remembered what this name meant: in the marginal Ark star cluster they were in, the Aven star system where Heliosa was located was the only enemy that had not surrendered to the empire. It is also their next action goal.

Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with trying to persuade someone to surrender before the battle begins.

only……

"You don't want to wait for Magnus?"

The Lord of the World Eaters quickly figured out this simple truth. Magruth's legion would only arrive in about five days, and Leman Russ's envoy would take up to three days to make a round trip: If you wait a thousand miles for the Thousand Sons legion, Rushing over, only to find that the war was over, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation for the Fifteenth Legion.

"But it's none of my business."

The Wolf King grinned.

"I sent my envoys to the Aven system three days ago. Counting the time, they should be back soon: Since Magnus and his boys deliberately delayed their journey, even They have rejected our call-ups several times, so even if they fail to catch up, they will only be humiliating themselves.”

"That's inappropriate, Ruth."

After understanding the cause and effect, Angron jumped to Morgan's side without hesitation.

"No matter what, we should wait for Magnus before we act."

"Yeah yeah……"

The corners of the Wolf King's mouth twitched: the attacks from the left and right sides clearly exceeded his original expectations.

"Anyway, I guess those Aiwen people are unlikely to agree..."

[Isn’t it more than that? 】

The Wolf King had just comforted his gladiator brothers, and Morgan on the other side laughed again. This situation made the King of Fenris, who had been calm and calm just now, inadvertently have cold sweat on his forehead: Morgan's smile , but much scarier than Angron’s frown.

[Let me guess, Ruth. 】

Spider Queen drawled.

[According to the information Angron shared with us, the Heliosa planet stores a large amount of forbidden knowledge that has been passed down from the Age of Strife, and there is also a large tower that is ranked among the best even on Holy Terra. Library: What really scares you is actually this thing, right? 】

"……Hold."

The Wolf King spat.

"I can't hide anything from you."

"That's right: that's it."

"In other words, you are afraid that Magnus will disrupt our subsequent military operations against Heliosa because of the great library on Heliosa and the knowledge in it: Isn't this worry a bit too exaggerated? ,brother?"

Angron also figured it out, but he thought the Wolf King was a bit unfounded.

"exaggerate?"

Russ's voice rose, causing Kahn behind Angron to frown.

"Believe me, brother: if you are fighting side by side with the Thousand Sons Legion, and you suddenly hear that Magnus and those boys under his command have withdrawn from the battle line for no reason in order to protect some bullshit ancient relic, it will harm your life. If a company is completely wiped out, your opinion of them will not be much better than mine."

The Fenrisians licked their teeth, still thinking about what happened decades ago.

"And that bastard actually licked his face and apologized to me afterward."

[At least there is some attitude. 】

Morgan's smile did not extinguish the anger in Leman Russ's heart.

"Fuck your attitude. Anyway, my envoys have been sent out. If those Aven people can surrender, I would rather let Magnus go in vain: at worst, you will tell that guy the whole story by then, and let him He and his legions just have to hate me."

"If those Aiwen people still don't know good from evil, then I will be unlucky: but I also want to remind you two that if you fight side by side with the Thousand Sons Legion, you'd better be careful about your flanks. Ghost I wonder what kind of bullshit ancient treasures those guys will find on the battlefield."

【Snacks? 】

"Yes, some snacks!"

"……I will."

Angron nodded.

【……All right. 】

Morgan also smiled.

Then, she turned her head and whispered something to Lana.

[Tell Aniya. 】

[Come and serve me some snacks. 】

——————

"Eat eat eat."

"You think about eating all day long."

"No wonder you're so fat."

As soon as Ahriman sat down, he smelled a unique fragrance from beside him: he could never mistake this fragrance, because Ahriman ate this for breakfast almost every day, and occasionally stopped eating it because he ran out of supplies.

Turning around, as expected, I saw Captain Hecht, who occupied three audience seats by himself. As soon as he sat down, he happily took out a few cans of Titanium from his arms, and there were several bottles of fermented grapes next to him. Juice, all I need is a napkin around my chest.

"Are you here for a picnic?"

Ahriman slapped Hector's shoulder angrily. The giant of Dawnbreaker didn't feel anything, but Thousand Sons felt that his palms were already numb with pain. He couldn't help but get angrier and angrier as he thought about it, so, He glanced at the delicious food in Hector's arms, and then unceremoniously snatched a can of Titanium.

Not to mention, you can never tire of eating this thing. Unfortunately, the blue-skinned beasts used as raw materials seem to only survive in certain worlds, resulting in a low supply of them. There are also some other minor problems: For example, Ahriman took a look at the can he snatched, only to find that it was packaged in fiery red.

"Spicy?"

Ahriman frowned.

"Give me another one, bro."

"Don't you like spicy food?"

Hector took the can and glanced at the packaging: it was a burning flame, like the color of a warrior.

"It is said that if you eat too much of this flavor, your close combat ability will deteriorate, and in the end you may not even be able to beat those mortal soldiers: that would be too sad."

Ahriman rubbed his face.

"I want a blue one with a fresh water flavor, or a yellow one with a mineral flavor."

"You are so picky about free food and drink..."

Muttering to himself, Hector actually took out a picnic basket from the other side.

He really came for a picnic!

Ahriman's eyebrows jumped, and when he turned around and found that other Dawnbreakers had similar picnic baskets around them, this Thousand Sons elite couldn't help but start to reflect on himself: Why didn't he bring a picnic basket?

Wouldn't this be too unsociable?

"Or the green vanilla flavor: the package says it will smell like wind."

"Okay, have one."

Ahriman took the can, and then he thought that he seemed to have overlooked something. Then, the Thousand Sons turned their heads and looked at the other side: there were not only the two of them present, but the other audience brought by Ahriman was accidentally ignored by the Thousand Sons.

"Sorry, Hedemaker."

It doesn't matter.

The Rune Priest of the Wolf Group nodded. He didn't care about these trivial matters, but was more interested in the can in Hector's hand: through his colleagues who had studied abroad with the Dawnbreaker before, the Rune Priest had actually heard of the delicious reputation of this can of Titanium Titanium.

Everyone praised it.

"Would you like one?"

Noticing the Rune Priest's gaze, Hector greeted him friendly: Although they had some unpleasantness on the battlefield, this did not affect their brotherhood in private, and the Dawnbreaker knew that Ahriman specially brought the two of them together this time just to mediate their conflicts in private.

As a mutual friend, Ahriman still had to give some face.

"... OK."

The old wolf was silent for a moment.

"Then take it."

Hector threw a can with a completely different packaging. Ahriman, who was sitting in the middle, drifted his eyes and found that this new can was a reputation he had never heard of: and it seemed to have some...

"Psychic energy?"

Hedmaker also discovered it.

"Can this thing be eaten?"

"Of course it can."

The Dawnbreaker smiled brightly.

"This is a new product that the Mechanicus has just developed. When they were making the new cans of Titanium, they used some psychic means for the first time, and they also consulted our Primarch to ensure that there would be no side effects: this new can will be more chewy and more chewy."

"What specific psychic means are used?"

"Don't worry, psychic means are not used when making cans, but psychic means are used during the breeding stage: specifically, when breeding those blue-skinned beasts, the Mechanicus Church uses psychic hypnosis to let them develop a regular activity pattern, and through this scientific law to strengthen their meat quality, they can even let them consciously walk into the slaughterhouse, making the entire breeding world semi-automatic."

"Hmm, interesting."

Ahriman nodded.

"So, what does this taste like?"

"This one, it doesn't have any unique taste: but it tastes better."

Hector picked up another can with the same packaging and pondered it carefully.

"If you really want to ask, this package says..."

"Ether flavor?"