Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

He will die!

That's right...he will die!

Gargos clenched his teeth and breathed heavily through his nose. He once again pounced on the ethereal shadow in the air. Unsurprisingly, he only caught the stinky breath he had exhaled before, while his opponent had already escaped. .

This was the first time he had failed in this battle. His opponent was as agile and cunning as a seasoned harrier and was difficult to kill.

"Ferocious pounce, bro."

"But still a little slow."

Gargos could even hear the Dawnbreaker commenting on his moves. The guy maintained a nimble posture during the battle, jumping around the Vampire, attacking places he couldn't defend: the crowd. While cheering Cu Chulainn's victory, only a few supported Gargoth's tenacity.

Those people are World Eaters.

But the bloody man turned a deaf ear to this. He concentrated on feeling the position of his opponent. Even though the madness flowed in his skull, he became extraordinarily calm: hundreds of years of combat experience were constantly reminding him of the changes around him. Cu Chulainn was already immersed in the cheers from the audience, but Kargos was plotting his victory in the cold place.

He analyzed his opponent, and the bloodthirsty impulse roared in his skull, getting louder and louder, even encouraging him to imagine tearing Cu Chulainn into pieces: the blood-spitting man believed that he had figured out this The shortcomings of Dawnbreaker, or rather, the shortcomings of all Dawnbreakers.

They are not cruel enough.

Their genetic mother, that girl on Avalon, may indeed be a great genetic primarch and a savior worthy of their respect, but after all, she still put her one shortcoming, an unforgivable His shortcomings were passed on to his children: his tragic weakness and hesitation.

To a butcher, this is too deadly.

Look at this guy, he had countless opportunities to defeat Kargos, but he chose to linger around the World Eater: Cu Chulainn was unwilling to put himself in danger, or in other words, he was waiting for a perfect opportunity to end this battle with dignity.

He even considered the dignity of the blood-spitting man.

Gargos smiled inwardly, smiling at this different kind of arrogance.

He would give him this chance.

But first…

Don’t forget: extermination.

The blood-spitting man groaned.

He pounced again.

…

Absolute blood.

The voice echoed in my heart, but it couldn't stop the scars on the armor: Cu Chulainn once again escaped Gargos's attack, leaving bright red marks on the World Eater's back with his spear, and the pain hit hard Gargos's remaining calmness.

There aren't many of them.

Endless blood...

Attacked again, dodged again, his steps had slackened a lot, and he focused instead on carving a gun flower on the World Eater's breastplate: Gargos passively accepted his blood, and he faced the audience with a smile. Those sarcastic voices.

Absolute... blood...

Another failure, and he could even see the smile on Cu Chulain's face: this kid was already planning a declaration of victory, but this was also the opportunity Gargos was waiting for. He successfully predicted Cu Chulain's defeat. The next destination.

Absolutely...

Blood……

This was no longer a pounce, it was just a collision with the tip of his spear. Gargos charged forward ferociously like a bear, while Cu Chulainn continued to dodge nimbly and stabbed him instead. This is the plan with the highest success rate for him, but it is also a trap planned by the blood-spitting man for him.

The World Eater turned around deftly. Unlike the blood on the surface, Kargos still saved a lot of physical strength for himself. He could see the shocked expression on Cu Chulainn's face: when the Dawnbreaker found the tip of his spear Already pointing directly at the fatal heart of the World Eater, a brief hesitation engulfed the heart of the son of Morgan.

He wanted to take the gun back and didn't want to commit a murder in a place like this.

He is weak, he is hesitant.

He is committing suicide.

But Kargos couldn't care anymore. He took the initiative to push his chest up. The severe stinging tore through his last sanity, but it also clamped the tip of Cu Chulainn's spear: his agile figure jumping around finally finally He froze in place, not knowing whether to abandon his spear or stab his opponent to the ground.

That would kill someone.

Cu Chulainn hesitated, but Kargos had endured the pain, grabbed the spear, broke it with rough force, and then pounced directly on the astonished Dawnbreaker: he caught him perfectly. The other arm removed all the weapons from his body.

This time, Cu Chulainn could not escape.

Absolutely! Blood!

Like the last moment of suppression, Kargos pressed Cu Chulainn to the ground fiercely. He could hear the exclamations that shook the world: the audience could only sigh at the sudden change of situation, and a few World Eaters were stunned. Let out a loud shout and cheer for this miracle of turning defeat into victory.

Gargos wanted to smile for this, but the answer was a punch to his face.

It was Cu Chulainn's fist: Dawnbreaker obviously found that his defeat was certain, but he was not ready to give up the current struggle. His fist hit Kargos fiercely in the face, hoping to force the World Eater back. offensive.

But he didn't expect that this would only take away the last bit of calmness in Gargos' mind.

It was just a moment.

Absolutely...

Blood! Blood! Blood! ! !

Kargos roared out,

That's a real roar.

He raised his fist and smashed it down without hesitation, focusing on Cu Chulainn's eye sockets, neck and forehead: he is a pharmacist, he knows how to quickly and cruelly take away another person's blood. Life, even for Astartes who share the same blood as him.

After seven or eight punches, his opponent could no longer fight back. Then Gargos tightly clamped one of Cu Chulainn's arms, casually threw the spear aside, and then smashed it on the ground again. : The roaring sound covered up the roar outside the void shield, and the spitting blood guy could no longer hear anything.

Then, after throwing it to the ground, another fist fell like raindrops.

The toe bones collided with the skull and suddenly became chaotic. The fragments broke the fragile nose, the cartilage was severely damaged, the blood vessels were ruptured, and chaotic blood flowed wantonly on the face. You could even feel the loss of vision and smell, followed by blood, sweat and other Something even more terrifying flowed down, soaking the spitting blood man's fist.

Within ten seconds, Cu Chulainn's handsome face disintegrated alive in Gargos's rough hands.

The blood-spitting man laughed, and he felt that the body under him was slowly stopping its struggle, and blood was flowing freely. Everyone was shouting crazily: No more World Eaters would cheer for him. , but he no longer cares about these little things.

Bloodless...blood...blood...

Blood!

he gasped.

The world... has never been so beautiful...

Blood...beautiful...

——————

"What is he doing!"

Ahriman stood up, his loud shouts dissipated in the exclamations and curses that echoed throughout the sky: the Dawnbreakers, Space Wolves and even the World Eaters, everyone was horrified and witnessed this. Living murder.

It is not that murders have not occurred in the gladiatorial arena on the [Herakfennir]. After all, the Space Wolves may be one of the few legions that still allows bloody battles so far: but death on such an occasion Fighting is undoubtedly challenging everyone's nerves.

"Damn..."

Hector gritted his teeth and grabbed the weapon next to him, because it was his subordinates who were bleeding on the field: Morgan's pride was not the only one to do this. As far as the eye could see, Bayar pulled out the weapon with no expression on his face. With both swords, there were at least five hundred Dawnbreakers who made the same move. Kahn gritted his teeth and looked directly at the Bloodsitter. Even Leman Russ was already livid.

Not to mention that on the balcony, the side of the Lord of Avalon was emitting spiritual light, which was enough to make any think tank tremble: Ahriman felt that he could not even breathe, as if he was facing a constellation of stars. The gods could easily kill him hundreds of times.

The Spider Queen has a magical charm: she can always make people forget that she is actually the best destroyer in the empire, but when necessary, Morgan can remind people of this in the shortest time.

"That idiot..."

Not only Ahriman felt the pressure from the Lord of the Dawnbreakers, but Kahn, who was also on the high platform, was even more immersed in the situation: Although he was not a think tank, he was just a ray of power inadvertently leaked by Morgan. , and almost knocked Kahn straight away.

The centurion of the 4th Assault Company felt that the fatigue in his mind was about to be torn apart by rage. He realized that everyone was roaring, demanding that the void shield be lowered, and rushed to the field: even the mortals had tremblingly complied. , but it still took more than ten seconds, which was enough time for Cu Chulainn to be beaten to death.

In front of everyone...

"I should kill him..."

For a moment, even Kahn didn't know what to do. He saw his genetic father with some uncertainty, but found that the huge position was empty: when Kahn turned around again, he only saw The scarlet figure has jumped down from the high platform.

The next moment, people were exclaiming: exclaiming about the red angel falling from the sky.

Like a demon and an angel.

With a loud noise, Angron punched in mid-air, shattered the void shield, and landed directly in front of the two of them: he opened his palm without hesitation, and rolled up a scarlet whirlwind, He threw the angry Kargos out from a distance. The original body's face was more terrifying than the storm in space.

"……Father……"

When he came back to his senses, Kargos only felt that his limbs were in pain, his brain was dizzy and swollen, countless cries of "extermination of blood" were still echoing around the edge, and his hands were already dripping with blood: He raised his head and saw Angron's cold face.

The King of Nothingness said every word.

"Pharmacist of the Fourth Assault Company."

As always, Angron only calls his subordinates by their positions: but few people can notice that Angron can actually accurately call out the positions of most people, even an unknown guy like Gargos.

"Tell me: what are you doing!"

Anyone could hear that there was raging anger burning in Angron's chest.

"tell me!"

he roared.

"What are you doing!"

"me……"

The murderer a few seconds ago had now turned into a trembling child, sitting on the ground with countless hands and feet: The spitting blood guy himself didn't even know what happened just now, he could only stay there, in his own place. He lowered his head in shame in front of the genetic father, feeling Angron's ruthless gaze.

"You're killing people, pharmacist."

The King of Nothingness raised his lips because of the painful memories in his mind. What he saw in front of him was what he didn't want to see at all: in an arena where sweat was supposed to be shed, because of the fanatical shouts of the audience around him, he raised his fists against each other. Targeting his own brother? Just let your bloodthirsty desire take over your mind?

I don’t think about anything else, I just want to kill...

The cheers of the crowd, the bloodthirsty madness, the nails in his mind, the waving fists, the blood relatives who were torn to pieces alive, his adoptive father, his adoptive father who regarded him as a family member, in front of him, in the cheers of everyone, he was Crazy killing, torn into pieces alive...

He made it with his own hands...

no no……

"……No……"

Angron gritted his teeth, and he even felt the nails hurting again.

"you this……"

The original body wanted to say something, but Kargos was already kneeling on the ground, and his head hit the stone slab in front of Angron. New blood flowed at the feet of the King of Nothingness, but the anger in his heart became more and more intense. : In the end, Angron felt that he had nothing to say.

"I told you, pharmacist."

"This is the arena, a place where sweat is shed and strength is witnessed."

"I'm not asking you... to kill your brother..."

The King of Nothingness' fist hit his chest hard, and his voice echoed among everyone like a roar.

"For other people's cheers?"

"For the impulse in your mind?"

"Are you going to kill your brothers who have the same blood as you with your own hands? The common blood is worthless to you? Are we fighting side by side and being trampled under your feet? You are going to beat you to death with your fists. Brothers in the world?"

"You...pharmacist..."

"You have let me down too much."

Angron handed down the sentence ruthlessly, disdaining to hear Gargoth's defense.

"Get off!"

"Give me! Get off!"

The blood-spitting man wanted to say something, perhaps to defend himself, or perhaps to beg for mercy, but when he raised his head and saw the blood shed in Angron's eyes due to the brotherly dispute, and ignited endless sadness, Kagou Si then realized that he could not say anything: he was not worthy to say anything, and what qualifications did he have to speak in front of the original body.

"..."

In the humiliating silence, Kargos rolled off the stage like a dead piece of meat. His trembling fingers did not even dare to lift the dropped dagger: no one looked at him, and no sounds or curses continued to surround him. Because everyone's eyes were focused on Angron standing on the stage, even Gargos's own eyes were the same.

Before leaving the stage, he did not forget to look back at his genetic father: He stood there, standing in the center of the arena, with a heart-wrenching realization, raised his head, looked at the densely packed auditorium, and Like he did for the first few decades of his life.

Gargos looked at him: at this moment, he was willing to die in the most painful way.

There his primarch stood, standing in the center of the ring, standing on the warm blood, standing in front of everyone's eyes.

in his rugged face. It is an expression that is uninterpretable, a kind of trance without any content, like reminiscing, but also like fear, like being immersed in the most feared place in the heart, like being in I am attached to something in this world, so I stand there for a long time, unwilling to leave.

Angron looked at the arena: once again looking at it from a fighter's perspective.

This is his world, which contains what he desires most, and is also the best part of his memory, so he will cheer for the sweat of the arena, but it also contains the part that he fears the most, which is what he has so far It was a nightmare that he didn't want to recall, so he trembled because of the fighting between brothers.

That's why he is like this.

Stand on the field.

Standing suddenly.

So majestic.

…

So lonely.

——————

The spitting guy rolled off the stage, and Kahn and the Fourth Company were already waiting for him in the passage: the rest of the company formed a human wall, blocking the eyes of the troublemakers, leaving only Kahn and Kahn. Goosi stood opposite.

The bloody man walked over without saying a word or raising his head. He knew what would happen.

Kahn's fist came roaring, and the hard finger bones hit the cheekbones of his face, making a crisp sound. This heavy punch directly shattered the cheekbones and half of the eye socket, and the hot blood splashed like boiling water, and the stuck Goos' head hit the wall so hard that he even heard the sound of his skull cracking.

"I should really kill you right here."

Kahn's tone was calm.

Damn calm down.

"Stand up, Gargoth."

"Look up, look at me."

The centurion ordered ruthlessly, but Gargos just obeyed silently. His twisted face was reflected in front of Kahn. What happened next was natural: another heavy punch, also too fast to be seen. Qing, the spit-blooded guy was thrown heavily against the wall again.

"stand up……"

It's that voice again.

Gargos did not speak. He neither begged for mercy nor resisted, nor did he cry out. He just stood up silently, accepted the punishment silently, and allowed Kahn to hit him against the wall again and again. again and again. Until the ticking of the clock on the wall made the wall of people outside start to commotion.

Until Kahn got tired of fighting, or he decided it couldn't go on any longer: but the Centurion's rage definitely didn't go away.

"Get out of this place."

Kahn's voice disappeared in the cheers of the competition starting again.

"Go back to the dormitory. I won't allow you to stay anywhere. Lock yourself in a private confinement room. When I get back, I'll find a way to punish you: maybe this requires the opinion of the Primarch. You'd better pray that our father still wants to spare your life."

After saying that, Kahn waved his hand, and a gap appeared in the human wall. The Blood Spit Man left in the silence that no one cared about, and quickly disappeared into the darkness: Hector, who was standing in the corner of the stands overlooking all this, took the opportunity to pay special attention to the festering on Kagos' face and his limping steps. He thought about it for a while, but he didn't catch up after all.

"More cruel than we thought."

Ahriman, who was standing next to him, nodded to Kahn, who had his back to them.

"That guy is a character."

Hekt didn't say anything. He followed Ahriman back to the crowd. When they were halfway there. A World Eater wearing Terminator Armor passed by them, and Ahriman turned his head curiously.

"Is that the Devourer?"

"Should be, right?"

Hector watched the Devourer go straight to Kahn and said nothing.

"Let's go, let's go see Cu Chulainn."

——————

"Hand him over, Kahn."

The Devourer stood in front of the Centurion, and Kahn just looked at him silently.

"I have punished him, for now."

Kahn's words made the Devourer disdainful.

"Don't be ridiculous, Kahn, he brought shame to our father, and your beatings and kicks have no effect of punishment at all: and why should I believe you? Hand him over, he should be punished by us."

"He is my soldier."

The Centurion was neither sad nor happy.

"I know what to do."

"This is about my father, Kahn."

"I understand."

The Centurion smiled.

"Believe me, I know our Gene Father better than you do."

This sentence made the World Eater silent, and he had to admit that Kahn's words were correct: everyone knew that he was the most favored Primarch attendant.

"You'd better know what you're doing."

"I always know."

After a light threat, the Devourer finally left in a huff, leaving Kahn standing there.

"About my father."

"I will always think clearly."

——————

"I think I should apologize to you again for my warrior's behavior, Morgan."

[No need, Angron, you have apologized many times: and didn't the emergency room say that Cu Chulainn's life was not in danger? Your intervention was timely, brother. ]

Half an hour after the chaos caused by Kagos ended, the Spider Queen's face was no longer angry, as if the person who had made countless think tanks tremble was not her: Morgan smiled at Angron, and then turned his eyes to the Wolf King in front of them.

[Compared to these, I am more curious about the reason why Leman Russ took us away: the Night of the Wild Wolf was only halfway through, and if we temporarily left at this time, it would cause chaos. Do you have any necessary reasons, Russ? 】

"Of course."

The wolf king walking in front said hoarsely.

"Do you remember what we were talking about just now, brothers?"

"Heliotha?"

Angron hesitated.

"Your envoys are back."

"Yes, they are back."

Leman Russ nodded, and then brought the two Primarchs to a room that smelled of blood: Before Morgan or Angron could react, the King of Fenris pushed open the heavy door in front of them, and the scene in the room made the two Primarchs frown.

【This is...】

"You can imagine..."

Morgan was thinking, Angron was sighing.

And the wolf king was asking questions.

His voice was as cold as ice.

"How long will it take for Magnus to arrive?"

【About three or four days: He just contacted me. 】

"Three or four days? That's fine."

"...That's fine..."

Leman Russ squatted down, his voice exuding a strong smell of blood. The Wolf King quietly looked down at his envoys and the thirteen imperial officials who had fulfilled their mission: they were all natives of Fenris, and were all friends that Leman Russ could call out by name.

These thirteen envoys.

Or rather.

Thirteen heads were chopped off.

The Wolf King's voice became something that no one would refute.

"It seems..."

"They want to fight to the death."

"..."

"Very good: then fight to the death."