Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"What are you looking at, Hector?"

"Ah, nothing, Corswayen, I'm just looking at this..."

"Looking at this ovarian spider with sixteen human heads? What does it remind you of?"

"Tonight's midnight snack."

"Huh?"

For the first time, the Lion King's legion chief was distracted on the battlefield. Corswayen looked up at Hector, who was almost twice as tall as him, and couldn't help but start to wonder if there was something wrong with his ears: maybe he should go see the pharmacist after the battle?

"What did you say it reminded you of?"

To be on the safe side, Corswayen took another look at the paralyzed thing he and Hector had just killed together: the tight limbs and rough skeleton supported the twisted flesh, the dirty fingers were full of eyeballs and mouths, and pus-like blood. The Lion King's chief steward went through his hundreds of years of service experience and couldn't find many such disgusting peers.

"Does this remind you of midnight snacks? Do you usually eat this kind of thing?"

"Ah, of course not."

Hector shook his head.

"But these things look, well, quite appetizing, right?"

"..."

"Sooner or later, you guys will be taken away by some gluttonous demon god."

The Lion King opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say. He could only shake his head repeatedly, sighing that the galaxy was so vast and full of wonders, while investing in the next battle: Fortunately, although the group of Dawnbreakers led by Hector were a little hard to describe in terms of taste, there was no need to worry about combat.

But then again, hasn't the Second Legion always been like this?

Coswayen had heard those Terra veterans describe the feeling of the Second Legion: they were the most reassuring on the battlefield and could eliminate the biggest threat for you, but once they left the battlefield, these bastards would suddenly become the biggest threat.

The Lion King was very glad that he only had to experience the first one.

As for the latter: Ms. Morgan will not continue to indulge these guys, right? She is a decisive person, and the older generation of the Dark Angels still remember her actions in the Randan War.

After all, they can no longer find an excellent or even qualified successor: although Jonson has changed over the years, he always feels that something is missing.

Kos rubbed his eyebrows in distress, he wanted to find a place to be quiet.

In the past few hours, the joint offensive launched by his Knights and Hector's company progressed quickly. They gradually cleared the outer positions of the Flesh Fortress, and a safe area about eight kilometers wide was built: this is their entire task.

As for those areas that have been completely distorted and corroded, they will be handed over to experts.

The Lion-King Steward walked up to a high ground and looked down at the current battle situation: the positions occupied by the four forces of Dark Angels, Midnight Lords, Dawnbreakers and their auxiliary forces were arranged in sequence, and the battle flags of different legions were guarding each other and protecting Jonson's own headquarters. If the achievements on other fronts were counted, a quarter of this enclave had been enlightened by the Empire.

The speed of the attack was twice as fast as the Primarchs expected, and everyone believed that this was Jonson's credit: although the Calibans lacked experience in commanding large legions to fight in coordination, Jonson's cunning and sophistication in this kind of [close combat] made up for this well.

Although the Primarch still paid two hundred tuition fees at the beginning of the war, he soon became proficient in it, and was also able to be impartial in distributing credits: the blood shed and the merits gained by the three legions made every front-line soldier unable to find fault, but the Dawnbreakers and Midnight Lords legions received some inconspicuous favoritism.

"Perhaps, Lord Jonson is really capable of being the Warmaster of the Empire."

Standing on a high place, the Lion King Steward, who was standing alone, muttered to himself: Unlike those self-confident Astartes, although Corswayn also knew that his gene father was eager for the position of Warmaster, he never thought that his Lion King could handle that position.

He knew the Lion King, and he was full of confidence in the Lion King's strength, but it was precisely because Corswayn knew the Lion King too well that he knew very well that the Lion King's talent had never been shown in the aspects that the Warmaster needed: it would not be a good thing for the Empire for him to be the Warmaster.

He was not suitable for that position: In fact, many Dark Angels thought so, especially those experienced Terra veterans. After all, they had experienced everything from the First Legion's peak at the beginning to the present. They knew that although the current situation of the Legion had improved, it was still obviously slipping compared to the peak period.

You have to know that the current First Legion can only [compete] for the title of the strongest legion. If it was during their heyday, what qualifications would the younger generations like the Luna Wolves, Ultramarines, or Imperial Fists have to compete with them for the title of the strongest legion?

And there is no need to say more about Jonson's responsibility in this, and this is based on the premise that he has Morgan and Luther as his two big arms: now that they are not around, Jonson is left to take charge of many larger legions, and let the story of the Dark Angels repeat itself eighteen times?

The Lion Butler laughed out loud.

In comparison, Lord Morgan seems to be more suitable for that position. Although she also lacks the majesty required by the Warmaster, Zhuangson does not lack this: if they can merge, it will be more perfect, even if By the way, it doesn't matter if the first army and the second army are integrated into one.

If this is true, who in the galaxy can stop them?

Luna Wolf? Adeptus Mechanicus? Or those golden forbidden troops?

No! The combined forces of the Dark Angels and Daybreakers will crush them all together.

Hmm...ok, that's a bit blasphemous...

Coswayen patted his head and stopped his random thoughts during the war. The savage roars in the distance and the roars of the soldiers brought him back to reality: he suddenly saw transport planes parked further behind the battle line. On the temporarily reclaimed airport, the ballast stones of this war walked out of it one after another.

The Terror Wings of the Dark Angels are divided into the Murderer Squad, armed with plasma burning guns and radiation weapons, and the Navrakiya Squad, equipped with Terminator Armor and using phosphorized cannons: the only thing in common between the two may be that The lethal effects of the radiation weapons in hand can only maintain combat effectiveness for a few decades at most, and then they will need to undergo bionic transformation or be buried in the Dreadnought.

The Order of the Scarlet Rose, a subordinate of the Hunting Rose Legion, is a lunatic among lunatics, even feared by the Astartes. Even the Lion Controller has heard of their reputation: these crazy girls are one of the few in the Avalon Auxiliary Army. Many units that are allowed to use radiation weapons are painted with deodorized enemy blood, and their patterns are made of crushed heart residue.

Dullahan of Dawnbreaker, the Destroyer Detachment composed entirely of Terran veterans, and the Scavengers who can only be dispatched with Morgan's personal approval: they are the troops that puzzle Coswayen the most, because he can actually be in this team. , saw many familiar faces of Holy Terra.

They are all destroyers, why can they live so long?

The Lion Controller quickly told Hector of his doubts.

"Ah, it's very simple."

Dawnbreaker laughed so hard that he begged to be beaten.

"Because our genetic mother forbids us from using any radiation weapons."

"Why? Genes don't allow it?"

"No, because it's harmful to your health."

"How come I didn't know before that you, the Dawnbreakers, pay attention to health preservation?"

The Lion King Manager had to admit that there was sourness in his voice.

This sourness was only washed away by new doubts when those blue Night Lords passed by him.

"Are those the Destroyers of the Eighth Legion? What are their names?"

"Let me think."

Hector thought for a moment.

"I remember that Lord Conrad personally named his Destroyer troops. He seemed to call them [Midnight Sages]. I also remember that their commander was called Markarian, and he was a very powerful guy: Kon Ladd also prohibited them from using radiation weapons."

"ha?"

The Lion King manager laughed out loud.

"What a name worthy of them."

Causwain scoffed, finding himself unable to do anything but laugh at this.

Fortunately, before the big guy of Daybreaker beside him realized this, a roar that shook the sky pulled everyone back into the purgatory of war: both the two officers and the Destroyer beside them were all You have to raise your head to see the enemy that just appeared on the horizon.

It was literally a mountain.

"How tall do you think it is?"

"Like a spaceship, that's not something that we or the Destroyers can fight against. They can kill those ordinary monsters, but this kind of thing can only be fought by the Primarch: otherwise we all will die here."

"You're right, Hector."

Coswayne clicked on the communicator.

"The latest news is that Lord Jonson, Lord Corax and Lord Conrad have all rushed forward."

"Call your men, Hector: we cannot allow the Primarch to get too far behind us."

"clear."

Hector grabbed the dark green giant blade.

"But what can we do after we catch up with the three primarchs?"

——————

"Kill them all."

"Just...how many of you?"

Basilio-F leaned against the wall of the prison, feeling the coldness that had never changed in hundreds of years: just a few hours ago, this was the place where he kept experimental subjects and dissenters in the team. But in turn, it became a prison that imprisoned his life.

However, these are things that he had foreseen a few months ago: when the Empire's double-headed eagle flag first flew near the Inisim space, when Fu heard about these people who came from Terra When there was a big man named Primarch on the incoming fleet, he knew that he would end up here.

The only problem is: I still can’t believe it until now...

"That madman actually dared to create disgusting monsters like you."

Fo widened his eyes and saw clearly the four figures outside the cage: Morgan, who was closest to him, was sitting on a chair that he could not see, Jonson was as silent as an iron tower, and Corax was hidden in the shadows further back. , with a sullen expression on his face, while Conrad was lying on the steps leading to the second floor, a vague smile wrapping around him.

Except for Morgan, the remaining three primarchs were all covered in blood, their armor was severely damaged, and the blood of monsters condensed at their feet: this was the price the primarchs and their legions paid for tearing all of Fo's works into pieces. The process took not even twelve hours.

[You don’t seem to be the first person in the galaxy to say this. 】

Morgan, who was closest to the cage, looked at her Caliban brothers with a smile.

[I remember that Dulan guy said the same thing to us back then? 】

The Lion King nodded.

"But that Duran tyrant ruled at least a normal world: so I was willing to give him a chance to surrender, instead of treating everyone equally like Russ."

"amazing."

Before Morgan could say anything, Fu in the cage started laughing.

His laughter was dry, but his eyes were bright, and his body was hidden under a simple black robe. He looked no different from a mortal: considering that he was at least five thousand years old, this was really a A miracle that even Morgan could raise an eyebrow at.

"Freaks like you who have integrated the power of subspace can actually distort human-like emotions to confuse the audience: I think this is the reason why the madman dared to release monsters like you into the galaxy. Stupid mortals are Can’t see through this.”

The genius bioengineer forced himself to stand up. The scar left by the Midnight Ghost on his body fifteen minutes ago still made Fu feel a sharp pain. He clearly remembered these two monsters named Conrad. And how Corax killed all of his proud elite creations in an instant and grabbed his neck in the bunker.

By the way, if we only talk about his appearance in battle, that Corax is even crazier and more terrifying than Conrad: his hatred of monsters makes him a monster too.

"It appears that my decision to leave his team at that time was the right one."

Fu walked up to Morgan, and his words were accompanied by a sharp voice, which made Corax frown in the shadows.

"Don't be alarmist, criminal: you are slandering the Emperor's name."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Fu chuckled.

"I'm different from him. I will never do the disgusting things you do."

"nausea?"

The Lion King frowned, and he left a piece of the monster's flesh.

“Look at this, you’re using your own people to make these things and you’re calling us disgusting.”

"This is different, kid."

Fu spat.

“Using only simple and unpretentious genetics and anatomy in my art, I tinker, edit and create future answers to our place in nature: I admit that my ideas can occasionally be crazy, but even in my darkest days In my arrogant fantasies, I cannot design monsters like you."

"Until I met that guy, the lunatic who claimed to unify Terra."

Fu laughed.

"You call him Emperor?"

"I met him on Terra, which was still a wasteland at that time. Although every warlord there claimed that they wanted to unify Terra, I knew that only he could succeed: he had damn courage and charisma. , he didn’t care about our differences on minor issues, and after witnessing my skills, he invited me to be his partner.”

"You are lying!"

Corax roared.

"Oh, don't be sad."

Fu spread his hands.

"You can understand it this way, it's just a purely interest alliance, not a true friend with the same goals: maybe this will make you feel better? But your father did invite me to visit the laboratory where you were made. He regards you as The proudest work in my life.”

【Then you ran away? 】

Morgan asked.

"That's right."

Fu nodded.

"The second I saw you: Oh, my God, you have no idea how disgusting and terrifying you were at that time. I immediately knew that the man in front of me was a pure lunatic. There was no way I could be friends with him. I escaped from his realm, turned against him, was defeated by him, and escaped from Terra."

Fu sighed.

"It's a pity that I predicted the current situation at that time: I can escape from Terra, but I can't escape from the entire galaxy, and his ambition must include the entire galaxy. All the good things and dreams in this star will eventually come to an end. You monsters are the best embodiment of your infinite desire to destroy him.”

[So you created these monsters? 】

Morgan pointed at the blood stains on Jonson's body that had not yet been cleaned up.

[To fight against the Emperor's army? 】

"To fight you."

Fu's smile was ferocious.

“I know I can’t win, but resistance has value in itself.”

"I originally wanted to kill the best one among you, or a few of you. I was very close to this goal, but the man named Horus suddenly left, and I missed the opportunity to kill the best among you. Chance, I am disappointed in not being able to kill your future leader."

This statement elicited at least three scornful objections from the four Primarchs.

"Is this your entire motivation?"

Corax then asked.

"Create a monster that can poison an entire world, just to resist when you know it's impossible?"

"monster?"

Fu stretched his neck, his pupils burning with fanatical fire.

"Maybe these things I created are indeed a group of monsters, but at least they are made of pure human parts, and they can only wreak havoc on one world, unable to spread their terror across the galaxy."

"And then? Look at you!"

"How much flesh and blood do you have in common with humans? You were created to burn the entire galaxy and drag everyone into an endless war frenzy: even if my monsters spend thousands of years, they can only wreak havoc on one world, and you people can destroy thousands of times that number of worlds even if you just talk!"

"You guys! The most terrifying things I have ever seen!"

Then he pointed at the Lion King of Caliban without hesitation.

"Look at this guy, there are so many wronged souls in him that the entire galaxy can't hold them."

"Enough!"

Jonson's patience has reached its limit.

"If that's all you have to say, then prepare to repent for your crimes."

"I wish I could."

F laughed.

"Come on, kill me."

"I don't want to live in a universe where you guys are wreaking havoc."

"There's only endless war!"

The Lion King was silent, and he quickly pulled out his blade, but Morgan's fingers calmed him down at the last moment.

[Wait, brother. ]

[I have a better idea...]

"What is that, Morgan?"

[Nothing. ]

[Just some gadgets I transformed through the Butcher's Nail...]

The Spider Queen's smile made everyone tremble: including the three Primarchs and the scientists in the cage.

[Besides, before that, I was very interested in something in his mind: needless to say, the transformation technology that allows humans to live for at least five thousand years alone should be able to help us a lot. ]

"I don't think..."

[Luther. ]

"..."

The Lion King was silent for a moment.

"Okay, Morgan... then hurry up."