Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Many years later, when he stood among the broken bodies, his hands stained with the blood of his brothers, and the heart of a Primarch hanging from his waist, Ahriman would remember the afternoon when he faced the King of Fenris.

That day, he truly saw the face of Leman Russ: although he and the Wolf King had known each other for decades.

However, it was only when the Fenrisian giant, wearing his gray armor, the wolfskin on his shoulders rustling in the wind, holding the golden Bacchus in one hand and the fully charged pistol in the other, and walked towards them step by step, that Ahriman felt that he saw the Primarch clearly.

At that moment, he recalled every myth and every epic he had witnessed, watched and heard in his life for more than two hundred years, and constructed in his mind the gods of murder, war and blood depicted in these fantasy stories: when their figures finally gathered together, they were surprisingly similar to Leman Russ in front of him.

If there really is a god in charge of killing and destruction, then he would probably look like Leman Russ: he didn't roar, nor did he threaten with his teeth. When he slowly approached, even the instinctive disgust caused by witnessing the changes in flesh and blood disappeared at a rapid speed.

Russ was very quiet.

Russ was very patient.

...

Russ was terrible.

More terrible than any enemy Ahriman had ever encountered before.

Ahriman mustered up all his courage to stand in the path of the Primarch. Although he was still hundreds of meters away from Russ, the biting chill in the air alone made his fingers tremble as he clenched the blade. Ahriman suddenly remembered the question he had discussed with the legend of the Dawnbreaker, Bayar, a long time ago.

Ahriman once asked his swordsman teacher: When Bayar drew out his blade to delay time in front of the newly returned Conrad, what was the perfect knight thinking in his heart?

Was he extremely excited about his ability to fight against the Primarch?

But unlike what Ahriman had imagined, Bayar, who had always been calm and had never been afraid of anything in his eyes, was silent for a while after hearing this question, and then slapped him on the head heavily: the Dawnbreaker's fingers were even shaking.

"Glory? Excitement?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Let me tell you, Ahriman: when I drew my sword and faced a Primarch, my mind was blank. I couldn't think of anything at the time. If I really want to say it, then I must have only one thing in my mind at the time."

...

"I'm dead."

After several years, Ahriman repeated Bayar's words at the time. He only realized the value of this sentence now: because when he faced Leman Russ, he realized that the so-called glory and excitement were just jokes imagined by those ignorant fools.

In front of the angry Primarch, the only thing he could feel was endless death.

While holding on to this death intention, Ahriman did not choose to retreat: when the entire Thousand Sons Legion was trembling with anger due to the approaching Leman Russ, only this Thousand Son who was least like a Thousand Son still held the blade tightly, trembling and walked to the front, almost frightened and blocked the Wolf King.

Now, perhaps he is one step closer to the true legends among the Astartes: Ahriman imagined in his heart, and then he heard the heavy breathing of the Wolf King, like a living mountain.

In a moment, Leman Russ had passed the place where he had just launched the charge, and a new legion gathered behind him: the losers climbed up again, and more wolves were still pouring in from the foothills in the distance. Ahriman even saw his good friend Hedemaker standing not far behind the Wolf King, and the Rune Priest was also staring at him, with a few strands of pity in his pupils, but more of it was an unfathomable coldness.

The army gathered more and more, and the number was enough to make anyone despair. Ahriman could only place his hope on his gene father: Magnus had come out of the stupid state just now. He obviously realized what was going on, but it was still not enough to make him panic.

The Scarlet King first looked around at the situation of his descendants: the warriors of the Thousand Sons had temporarily lost their combat effectiveness, and only a few people could help him, including Fusistaka and those Terran veterans, who were struggling and holding their weapons again. Ahriman, who stood in the front, made the Primarch cast a glance of approval at him.

Magnus stared at this long-lost wanderer in silence for a while, and then nodded solemnly: No one knew what the great wizard was thinking at this moment.

Then, the Primarch moved, and did not immediately confront his brothers, but first came to his poor son Hastur, who had long lost his human form: Magnus saw clearly that more Thousand Sons' eyes were clearly focused on Hastur's body than the Space Wolves army that was already close at hand.

So, the Primarch knelt down, first patted the shoulder of Hathor, who was holding Hastur and crying, then reached out his hand and found the only part of Hastur's body that could still be called a "face", closed those hideous dead eyes again, and lowered his head to bid farewell to his warriors.

Like a real father, extremely short but sincere and sad.

After the Scarlet King had done all this, the morale of the Thousand Sons had obviously stabilized. Only then did he steadily walk to Ahriman's side, and face the imposing Sixth Legion with his child.

Moments before Leman Russ arrived, Magnus suppressed his voice, and his tone sounded heavy to Ahriman: there was sadness, but also a touch of new pride.

"You did the right thing, Ahriman."

Magnus spoke in a voice that only two people could hear clearly.

"You have become a person who can be relied on by your brothers. I know how much courage it takes for you to make this decision. I understand and support you from the bottom of my heart: Now, step back, my child, Leman Russ is not the opponent you need to face yet.”

Ahriman nodded, and he retreated to a position where he could be supported at any time. The only person standing side by side with him was Fusistaka: As for Hathor, he was still holding his subordinate who was killed by Ahriman, with trembling fingers. Mixed with mutated flesh and blood.

Ahriman didn't have time to care about him, because the scene in front of him was more urgent: Magnus didn't seem to realize, or he didn't know at all, what the Spear of Dionysus in Leman Russ's hand meant?

This is understandable. After all, in the eyes of most people, the Spear of Dionysus is just like the Wolf Fang, a gift given by the Emperor to reward Leman Russ for his outstanding performance in the Battle of Firewheel. Ordinary artifacts: In the Imperium of Man, which Primarch does not have such gifts from the Emperor?

As for its hidden meaning?

Even Ahriman himself vaguely guessed it after being given a few hints by the Spider Queen during one of Morgan's private lessons: If Leman Russ hadn't actually taken out this weapon in front of him, Ahriman would have I thought it was just a harmless joke.

However, Magnus seemed to really think so.

Facing the menacing wolves, the great wizard's countermeasure was to draw out the golden scimitar in his hand and stand proudly in front of the entire Sixth Army: Indeed, looking at the terrifying psychic power accumulated on the scimitar, It is completely easy to eliminate every Space Wolf present except Leman Russ.

The two primarchs faced off at the place where their legions had once fought. The Wolf King asked his warriors to stand far away to prevent their next words from flowing into the teeth of these unguarded wolf cubs: Magnus Smile at this cold kindness.

Immediately afterwards, before Leman Russ could think of what to say, Prospero had already taken a step forward and spoke first: his pupils shone with wisdom and cunning, which was also part of Magnus. .

"I'm sorry for letting you see this, my brother Leman Russ."

Magnus forced a smile and tried to dispel the tension in the air.

"But fate is always more cruel than we imagined. As you just saw: after decades, the genetic disease of the Thousand Sons Legion has struck again. I think what I need to do now is Get out of here as soon as possible and find a way to suppress it again.”

"If you don't have any objection, can we just treat today's matter as a matter of fact?"

"..."

The Wolf King didn't answer.

Ahriman nodded, and Magnus's first speech directly knocked away the anger accumulated in the Wolf King's heart, and by the way solved the Thousand Sons Legion's biggest problem at the moment: with just a touch of the great wizard's lips, what happened in The terrifying mutation in front of everyone was explained as an ordinary genetic disease attack.

This scene made Ahriman breathe a heavy sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, fortunately! At the critical moment, his father was not completely unreliable.

He remembered that he was a Primarch!

But such a simple statement was not enough to offset Leman Russ's anger.

"Shut up, Magnus."

The Fenrisian growled, his cold mask crumbling.

"Don't kid yourself here, we all know what it is: it's definitely not some ridiculous genetic disease you are talking about, you are using witchcraft, brother, this is black magic, this is necromancy, it is unclean Those who are evil should be burned on the stake!”

"..."

Magnus was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed helplessly.

"Dark magic? Necromancy?"

he taunted.

"Do you want to listen to what you just said, Leman Russ? This is not in line with the truth of the empire at all: if you tell any of our brothers this kind of thing, they will think you are crazy again. "

"Shut up."

The Wolf King gritted his teeth, with a hint of anger in his anger.

"Others may not be able to do it, but I understand what you are addicted to, my stupid wizard brother: you have crossed the line. That thing that was your heir just now is enough to become evidence of your crimes and your legion."

"And now, do you still want to defend this abomination in front of me?"

"Of course I will!"

Magnus's expression turned cold.

"Watch your words, Russ, he is not what you say, he is an unfortunate warrior under my command, and he has shed as much blood and sweat for the empire as your wolf: maybe now he does meet with misfortune But this is not caused by his subjective consciousness, just like what I just said..."

"This is! A! Genetic disease!"

Magnus spoke each word with a pause.

This performance made Ahriman nod his head repeatedly.

That's right, just like that, as long as the Primarch insisted that this matter was a genetic disease, then the situation would not develop to the worst point anyway: no matter how angry the Wolf King was, he would not start a fight with the Thousand Sons Legion on the spot because of the genetic disease.

If the Emperor's military police really dared to fire at another Astartes Legion under the excuse of genetic disease, then at least half of the Primarchs and Legions of the Empire would be uneasy: Leman Russ could not fail to understand this, and this was the source of his rage at the moment.

Because he really had no choice: don't forget that on the surface, the entire Empire is still strictly abiding by the Imperial Truth. Even if he knew from the bottom of his heart that the situation of the Thousand Sons must have been entangled with something in the warp, he, the Wolf King, could not say it in public: at least it could not be used as a reason to complain to Magnus.

As for going to the Emperor to appeal? That would be a matter after this.

At least now, the Great Wizard blocked the Wolf King with just one sentence.

After realizing this, the Scarlet King even began to take the initiative.

"Like I said, brother."

Magnus was laughing.

"This is the result of the instability of the gene seed in each legion: like the wildness of the White Scars, the blood thirst of the Blood Angels, the rapid healing of the Ultramarines, and the Witch Hammer of the Dawnbreakers. You can't reject a legion because of this congenital deficiency."

"... Hehe..."

In this scenario, such an argument is almost perfect. The Wolf King, who was not good at talking, fell into a dilemma at this moment: even if he had overwhelming anger in his heart, even if he knew everything, he could not launch a sharp counterattack verbally. He kept opening his mouth, but he could never stop the other party's torrent of words.

In the end, the Fenris people could only transform their anger into terrible laughter.

"You... you one-eyed dragon!"

The Wolf King gritted his teeth.

"Do you think I don't understand? Do you think I don't know what this is? I cut off their heads with my own hands! I know what kind of things will come out of the warp: don't fucking pretend in front of me, Magnus, every word you say makes me feel sick!"

"...What are you talking about?"

This time, it was Magnus' turn to frown, his face full of confusion.

"How could something come out of the warp? What are you angry about?"

The Wolf King just sneered.

He pointed rudely at the corpse.

"Look at him, Magnus, look at him with your remaining eye, look at that pathetic pile of meat that can't be described by any human words except monster: look at him! Look into my eyes! Magnus!"

Leman Russ stared straight at his Prospero brother, his pupils were sincere and angry.

"Tell me!"

"What the hell! Is it a genetic disease?"

"It's not! All these warriors of yours have been fucking contaminated!"

"By whom?"

Magnus frowned, he was displeased by the Wolf King's anger.

"Tell me: by whom?"

"Tell me, brother: when you accuse, you should always point out the suspect, right?"

"..."

The Wolf King couldn't say anything again.

He could only grit his teeth and repeatedly reverse the simple and easy-to-understand truth.

"Don't be so arrogant, Magnus: I know enough."

"Since you said that this situation is just a so-called genetic disease, then I ask you: Which legion's genetic disease is like this? I have seen genetic diseases in more than one legion, and they never turn soldiers into pathetic monsters, or is your legion born despicable?"

The Wolf King bared his teeth, and the calmness in his heart was affected by endless anger, so that he made unnecessary accusations.

"Shut up!"

The last words successfully made Magnus frown tightly, and the anger in his heart was also aroused: the scene of the two primarchs approaching each other with murderous intent made Ahriman, who was standing behind, not even know what to do. He could only watch his father approach Leman Russ with great anger.

Magnus stood very close, and even the Wolf King was a little scared. He realized that Magnus was in a real rage: What would this extremely angry man do? Fight him? Or directly vent his anger on the Fenris warriors behind him?

The Wolf King didn't know.

He found that he didn't know Magnus well enough.

But soon, the Great Wizard gave the Wolf King the answer with practical actions.

The enraged Magnus came to Leman Russ and warned his brother word by word.

"You angered me, brother."

"I will only say this once: my legion has never been a so-called bastard."

"Then how do you explain this..."

"Why should I explain to you."

Magnus sneered and interrupted the Wolf King's words unreasonably. The pride and complacency that came naturally were his true nature.

"Listen."

The Primarch lowered his voice and spoke with a certain kind of show-off color.

"What qualifications do you have to say that my legion is a bastard, Russ? What qualifications do you have to accuse us of genetic diseases: Wasn't the secret that Jonson covered up for you in the throne room of the defeated tyrant on Duran desolate enough? Wasn't it enough for you to take care of yourself? Weren't your children a group of monsters at that time?"

"My offspring are at least stable: my legion may have been tragic, but such cases have not appeared for nearly a hundred years. I can proudly say that this time is just an exception, a one in a billion or even less possibility."

"And your legion: your group of standing werewolves?"

"How often do they appear?"

"A few months? Or a few days?"

"How dare you blame me?"

"Mind yourself, Russ."

In extreme anger, Magnus proudly told the secret he had kept for Leman Russ for a long time. In his opinion, this was the ultimate revenge, and Leman Russ's astonishment was the best answer.

"Don't be surprised, Russ."

The great wizard was proud.

"The Warp is like this. It always tells me some secrets of others, although I have no interest in knowing them. But this is enough to make me sure that you are despicable, or that you are really stupid to such an extent."

"I am not despicable, nor stupid."

The Wolf King gritted his teeth.

"I am just warning you: this is really the last warning..."

"I never need it!"

"You!"

The moment before Leman Russ's rage completely erupted, a dull roar echoed in the mountains, and the dazzling flames accompanied by the whistling axe broke the tense situation between the two Primarchs: the sharp blade hit Leman Russ and Magnus accurately, completely separating them.

This is Angron's axe.

The next moment, the invisible psychic shield, with this axe as the base, forcibly covered the entire road occupied by the two Primarchs: this shield is thousands of times stronger than the force field shields used by Fusistaka and all the Falcon School elites under his command.

This is Morgan's will.

"..."

The Primarchs fell silent, and they looked up in the direction of the axe.

Morgan and Angron stood there: looking helpless.

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"Are they... fighting among themselves?"

[More or less. 】

"..."

"Are they always like this?"

The short words contained the helplessness of a worldview that was severely shocked.

[...Ah, more or less. 】

Morgan saw Angron and reached a tacit understanding with the helplessness on his face.

[Don't look at me, brother. 】

[In fact, in many cases, I have the same problem as you. 】

[I also wonder: How did these guys get this job? 】