Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Luna Wolves, Death Guard, White Scars, Blood Angels, World Eaters, Thousand Sons, Word Bearers, Emperor's Children, Alphas, Iron Warriors, Ultramarines and Dawnbreakers: all the proud war machines in the Imperium have been summoned by the Emperor, and their bows will be adjusted to the northern border of the galaxy."

"Titan Legions, Knight Dynasties, Mortal Armies, Expeditionary Fleets, Emissary Groups, and endless mechanical believers, every sword loyal to the Emperor will accompany the victory of the Legions and join this greatest war: compared with the glorious victory that Ullanor is about to achieve, all the victories in the Great Crusade seem to be eclipsed."

"And now, in this battle where the Lord of Mankind is personally leading the charge, the priests Before the Wolf God and his 16th Legion were destined to win a great victory, there was only one suspense worth pondering: that is, how did our lucky Lord Horus want to maximize the use of this easy victory? "

"What do you think, Sigismund?"

"..."

＃The hiss of metal collisions＃

"I am not like you. I have no interest in these red tapes, Polux."

Compared with more than a decade ago, Sigismund's voice has become much more stable. In Polux's view, it is like the difference between an iron ingot being hammered in a furnace and then being taken down and poured with cold water: to be honest, he actually prefers the former Sigismund who was enthusiastic and a little reckless.

"However, even I can hear a loophole in your words."

Sigismund spoke while swinging the next blow. The silent heavy blow alone made Polux feel sour: he instinctively took a defensive posture, even though the black knight was completely facing away from him at this time.

"What loophole?"

"You forgot about us, brother."

"With Lord Dorne's character, he couldn't have not participated in the Battle of Ullanor, especially since the Emperor and the Wolf God had summoned him: the Phalanx is undergoing a large-scale maintenance. Can't you see the meaning of this?"

"Indeed, my negligence."

Polax nodded and admitted it neatly. For a short while, neither of them spoke: Sigismund focused on his swordsmanship, while Polax observed him, specifically, observing the Terminator Armor hanging in front of the Black Knight, which he used as a sandbag.

Even with Sigismund's special status in Dorne's heart, he only got the Primarch's approval after he had made great contributions in several wars: Although a Terminator Armor is certainly not a rare item for the Imperial Fist Legion, it takes a lot of effort to convince the Lord of the Imperial Fist to accept such a wasteful behavior.

The Black Knight succeeded, but the only drawback was that he had not yet found a combat brother in the legion who was willing to stand in the Terminator Armor and serve as a volunteer, so he could not conduct actual combat drills.

Pollax could fully understand this.

After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes how Sigismund stabbed the Terminator Armor hanging in front of him with more than a dozen fatal injuries in a blink of an eye: he could swear with all his honor that if there was a real person in the Terminator Armor, then every blow of Sigismund would make his opponent feel the reality of death approaching.

Feeling the same, Pollax felt that he, wearing the Terminator Armor, would not last long in front of Sigismund: being able to fight for more than ten minutes with the determination to die was already beyond the limit.

Even if he just watched, Pollax felt his neck was cold. As one of the few witnesses of the whole process, he witnessed how Sigismund had been studying hard for more than ten years and honing his stabbing skills day and night since he was defeated by Dantioch's Terminator Armor tactics.

This black knight may be the best person in the empire to deal with Terminators now: Unknowingly, Pollax had respectfully read out the supreme honor that Sigismund had just received a few years ago.

"Chief Captain."

His voice was respectful.

"I don't want to interrupt you, but the meeting time stipulated by Dorne is approaching."

"I know, brother."

The black knight retracted his sword.

"Let's go, I look forward to the position we will get in the Battle of Ullanor."

"Are you eager to be enemies with the greenskins?"

"Those guys are not worth mentioning."

Sigismund's smile always has an indescribable persuasiveness.

"What I'm really looking forward to is what will happen after the victory of Ullanor: think about it, my brother Pollax, at least a dozen legion primarchs and experts gathered together, all of them are veterans who have worked in the Great Crusade for at least one or two hundred years. The opportunity to learn from them may only come once in a lifetime, and it will definitely not end immediately."

"So, after the war in Ullanor is over, we will usher in a real grand event."

"Blade Festival?"

"That's right!"

Polux's tentative proposal made Sigismund turn his head at once, with excitement flashing in his pupils.

"What a good name, brother."

"Blade Festival..."

"I think I'll look forward to it."

"What exactly do you expect?"

"Nature is the biggest concern of all warriors in the Great Crusade."

Sigismund licked the corners of his mouth, and the blade of his sword scraped against the floor.

"That is, of all the Astartes warriors whose fame has spread throughout the world."

"Who is the strongest?"

"What do you think, Polux?"

"I think……"

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"On this issue, only the dead are the most competitive."

"Why?"

"Because dying young will leave enough soil for people to indulge in their fantasies and expectations."

"And the longer a guy lives, the more he loses his face in life and in public."

"That's the damn truth in this damn universe."

Ahriman leaned back in his seat and casually signed his name on the heavy book in his hand. The handwriting was so beautiful that even the Sons of the Emperor could not compare with it: because Ahriman had spent time in the past to hone himself. writing skills, especially signature skills.

There is no other reason. Now Ahriman's signature has become one of the most authoritative certifications in the field of psychic energy in the entire human empire. Such a distinguished status naturally needs to be accompanied by good handwriting: after all, it is to be passed down through the ages.

It has been passed down through the ages...tsk tsk tsk...

Ahriman was smug in his heart. Even if he thought he was humble and restrained, he would feel proud when he thought that thousands of years later, the people and psychics of the human empire would still rejoice because of the intellectual legacy he left behind. Ahriman's heart rejoiced.

He is doing a great thing: although many people still don't understand it.

Just like the good friend Hector in front of me.

"You still don't understand?"

After signing the last book, Ahriman began to sort it out: Although at first glance, the titles of these books are the same, but if you look closely, you will find that the colors on the covers and the thickness of each book have different differences. In fact, there are very subtle differences.

Ahriman remembered everything well.

The golden-covered one was sent to Terra; the green-covered one was given to each legion; the white-covered one was retained by the Dawnbreaker Legion; the black-covered one was given to the mortal library: Of course, Ahriman also hid a silver-covered one, but that It is a unique copy that only Morgan is qualified to keep.

"A little bit indeed."

Hector nodded, his eyes lingering on Ahriman's desk.

"Okay, let me explain it to you in more plain language."

Ahriman sighed.

"Just like Randan and the greenskins."

"You remember Ran Dan, right?"

"Remember...a little bit."

"What about the greenskins?"

"Unforgettable."

"That's the effect."

Ahriman snapped his fingers.

"You see, Ran Dan has been completely wiped out by the iron hoof of the imperial army. There are only vague words left until now. People can only know that this race was once very powerful and caused unspeakable losses to the empire, but they don't know anything about them. With so much detailed information, one can only imagine how powerful Ran Dan’s civilization once was in the blank space.”

"And what about the green skins? We all know that the green skins are almost invincible, and our descendants are destined to suffer from this kind of creature. And we also all know that the losses caused by the green skins to the human empire have actually exceeded But Ran Dan, this still doesn’t count Ullano.”

"However, in terms of the sense of mystery and distance, the green skins are not as good as Ran Dan. In addition, humans have achieved countless victories against the green skins, and these victories have been clearly preserved. :So, in the eyes of future generations, do you think they will think Ran Dan is stronger or the green skinned one?"

"Randan, of course: they will regard Randan as the greatest enemy of the Great Crusade."

"But we all know that there are still a few civilizations equal to Ran Dan, but they lack Ran Dan's luck. They were discovered by the empire before they could expand their base, and then strangled them in the cradle in time."

Ahriman smiled: As he became more and more favored in front of Morgan, Ahriman has been able to come into contact with certain things that he was absolutely not qualified to know before, such as the secret journey of the Dark Angel Legion.

"Among the files that have been completely sealed by the Dark Angel Legion, there are several civilizations that could have become the next Randan if they had another century to develop: but the green skins cannot let us, no matter how many centuries have passed. Get rid of the nightmare."

"Now, do you understand?"

"……almost."

Hector pursed his lips. He still looked a little confused, but he wisely gave up pursuing the issue: since this issue was related to psychic power, as a descendant of Morgan, he naturally should not delve too deeply into it.

"And that just confuses me."

After hearing Hector's attitude, Ahriman frowned instead.

"You are obviously the descendants of Morgan, but why have you always been so hesitant on issues related to psychic powers: For example, these psychic manuals in front of me, according to your previous habits as Dawnbreakers, shouldn't they be done Does everyone have a complete set?”

"This is your mistake."

Hector laughed.

"It is precisely because we are the most obedient descendants of Lord Morgan. So we will not deliberately collect these psychic books: we know our gene mother's attitude towards psychic power, and even the think tank brothers in the legion will only collect the part of the psychic codex that corresponds to their professional field."

"This is a very serious issue, my brother Ahriman: if we act recklessly in other things, the Primarch will not care, she is always so open-minded, but psychic issues are issues that she will care about, so we need to suppress our instincts as much as possible on all issues related to psychic power."

"Resist collecting psychic codes?"

"It is still a bit difficult."

Hector was a little depressed.

"However, the legion's collection does have a complete set of psychic codes, even including drafts and memoranda: there is also one copy of each of the different colored covers in front of you, but I am curious, why do you have to divide several copies of the psychic codex every time you update it?"

"Isn't this obvious?"

Ahriman laughed.

"Take the alien creature records in front of me as an example: Do you really believe that the Empire has only encountered 50,000 alien creatures in the Great Crusade so far? The actual number is far more than that, but who says that the alien creatures beyond these 50,000 species cannot be easily shown to outsiders?"

"In fact, if you open the psychic manuals given to mortals for preservation, you will find that there are less than 30,000 species recorded in them: if you open the one given to Terra, you will find that there are at least 70,000 or 80,000 species recorded in it, and it has always been like this."

"Just to keep it secret?"

"Another reason is that the power of some alien creatures determines that even if mortals know their habits or even weaknesses, it is absolutely impossible to fight against them: Astartes warriors were created for a reason."

"Okay..."

"In other words: the version left for the Dawnbreakers records more?"

"Yes, more than you can believe."

"One hundred thousand species?"

"Far more than that."

Ahriman smiled.

"Because the intelligence sent back by the Dark Angels and the encounters of the Midnight Lords in the deepest part of the ghouls are only recorded in the Dawnbreaker version and the silver version collected by Lord Morgan himself. Only Lord Morgan and Lord Johnson, as well as the highest-level Dawnbreakers and Dark Angels, are qualified to own and know the contents."

"After all, the records of the appearance of some alien creatures recorded in it were erased by the Emperor himself: the last one to receive such treatment was the 11th Legion, and I hope there will be no next case."

"I also hope that no one will use them."

"By the way: what about Terra?"

"Terra is not qualified: only Lord Sigillite is qualified."

"I understand."

Hector nodded, and stopped at the right time in this field that he was not good at.

"Speaking of the Sigillite, I heard rumors that he will lead a fleet from Holy Terra to participate in the Ullanor Expedition?"

"Yes, after all, he cannot miss the conference after Ullanor."

"But I think we can miss it."

Hector's face turned gloomy.

"At least, I think the Far Eastern Frontier can completely miss the Battle of Ullanor."

"Why do you think so?"

"You don't know yet."

Hector snorted.

"The news just came. Although the Emperor has ordered thirteen legions and a large number of affiliated forces to participate in the Battle of Ullanor, and all of them are under the command of Horus: But the Wolf God obviously does not intend to let everyone enjoy the supreme glory of being able to attack the territory of the Orc Empire head-on with the Emperor."

"...What do you mean?"

Ahriman was silent for a moment.

"It's very simple."

Hector drew two rough diagonal lines on the star map beside him.

"We all know that the thirteen legions that participated in the Ullanor Expedition did not send out all their forces: Guilliman's Ultramarines, for example, only mobilized 150,000 people, although it was still the largest number of all the legions."

"And the White Scars and the World Eaters only sent a few Brotherhoods and Great Companies."

"I think the relationship between Jaghatai Khan and Horus has always been good, right?"

"No matter how good the relationship is, the Khan can't bring back his dozens of fleets scattered throughout the galaxy one by one: for the White Scars, being able to mobilize several Brotherhoods at once is already a rare event."

"What about the Dawnbreakers?"

"Twenty thousand people?"

"Still twenty thousand?"

"That's right: anyway, the mission Horus gave us was not an important one."

"You mean: Sir Morgan can't stand by the Emperor?"

"Of course."

Hector pouted.

"The order just sent: Horus asked the Dawnbreaker Legion to set out from Avalon and attack the eastern border of the Orc Empire to attract the attention of the Orcs and create space and opportunities for his main fleet to attack Ullanor directly."

"Decoy troops?"

"At least he didn't have the heart to let us take on this front alone."

"Really?"

Ahriman smiled, but his voice was cold. He had long learned to share honor and disgrace with the entire Dawnbreaker Legion: Horus's use of the Dawnbreaker Legion naturally made Ahriman angry.

"Who else are your comrades?"

"The Emperor's Children, the Ultramarines... and the White Scars."

"Four legions in total?"

"No..."

As an insider, Hector smiled meaningfully at this time.

"Although all participants did not mobilize all their warriors, but..."

"There are eight legions in total."

"..."

"Does Horus know?"

"No: he thought there were only four."