Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You know, everyone is curious about what happened on Goron?"

"You and the Emperor changed the fate of the entire galaxy here, Horus, but you are silent about the details: even Dorn couldn't suppress his curiosity, but only I have the courage to ask you, to pry into the secrets of the wolf god's heart."

"So, are you willing to tolerate my unwarranted offense, brother Horus?"

The long war did not cover up the depths of Sanguinius' soul, the source of nobility that could not be offended, but blood and glory made it more shining: when the pair of white wings that won the first glory on a hundred green worlds appeared on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit, even the most arrogant and narrow-minded warriors would begin to spit on the sad rumors about the golden appearance of the Archangel of Baal.

Sanguinius was the brightest star of the entire Great Crusade. He was bright, noble, and unshakable. Anyone who saw the Archangel walk into battle would believe this: no wonder that to this day, the voices hoping that Sanguinius would take charge of all authority in the Great Crusade after the Emperor's departure are still not to be underestimated.

Although the Archangel never responded to this admiration directly, he was not afraid to meet his brother and [rival] Shepherd Wolf God: in fact, Sanguinius was one of the few guests who could approach any room on the Vengeful Spirit without any application or prior notice. Even Horus' own throne room was always open to this noble brother.

But the Archangel never abused this trust. Every visit of his must have a purpose. Sometimes it was to cheer up the Shepherd Wolf God and let him get out of some inexplicable setbacks (such setbacks were actually unexpected)

But other times, it was just to hope that the Shepherd Wolf God could give him an answer: this visit was like that.

And Horus would never refuse this.

"After all, I have never been able to resist your offense, have I?"

The Wolf Shepherd God leaned on a chair made of bronze and iron ore, playing with the wine jar in his hand boredly. The fatigue of the war was all over his face. Even the huge wolfskin cape on his shoulders had become tattered and was casually shaken to the ground. The servants went to clean it up.

"It's flattering, brother."

The Archangel's smile did not feel flattering at all. The Wolf Shepherd God sighed, waved to the servant in the distance, prepared another wine glass for Sanguinius, and took the opportunity to slowly pour himself a drink.

"I can withstand the hard battle with the greenskin fleet over Goron, but I can't defend against any of your attacks, Sanguinius: whether in battle or on the battlefield, you are always unstoppable, and only fools will question your power and majesty."

"Just play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses."

The angel smiled, and he waited until the few Luna Wolves in charge of guarding the room said goodbye and left, then he slowly walked to Horus's table and politely took his wine glass from the servitor's hand: Horus didn't understand the meaning of this behavior, it was just something that didn't even have independent thinking.

Are they worthy of pity?

Not really.

Since they can be made into servitors, it means that they are not worthy of pity.

The Wolf God took a sip of wine, suppressed his wild thoughts, and turned to look at his brother who came from afar: Sanguinius's fleet had its own mission. They arrived here after Horus and the Emperor ended the war on Goron. At this time, the Emperor had already led his expeditionary fleet away, and only the Luna Wolves were still resting in the ruins of Goron.

So, just by turning their heads, the two Primarchs could see this Shura Field that had determined the fate of the entire galaxy hundreds of hours ago through the huge French windows: the raging fire here announced the end of the Greenskin Empire and the victory of the Human Empire.

Before this, Goron was just a broken world located deep in the Draco region full of meteorites and asteroids. There was no need to install an outpost here to declare sovereignty: the invasion of the Ullanor Empire changed everything.

A powerful greenskin leader, the southward vanguard of the Ullanor Orc Emperor, used this place as his base, threatening the empire's territory in most of the Nebulous Star Region, and the entire Draco region was snatched away from the control of Holy Terra.

This is of course unbearable.

So, when he started the conquest of the Ullanor Orc Empire in the Nebulous Star Region, Horus set Gorron as the most important target and the hardest bone to chew. Naturally, his Luna Wolves took on the war here, and the other participating legions also had their own tasks to prevent the full invasion of the greenskin frenzy.

Under the command of Horus, the Empire's armies came from all directions, and within the first month of the war, they curbed the expansion of the Ullanor Orcs: the war no longer burned on the land under the rule of Terra, but began to push back towards the territory of the Orcs. Each participating legion fulfilled its part of the task diligently and with their help, the Luna Wolves soon succeeded in breaking into the broken galaxy where Goron was located.

Capturing this place means the complete collapse of the Ullanor Empire's southern invasion. The next thing to do is to counterattack and calculate: the battle situation on Goron will determine whether the Wolf Shepherd can dedicate the most perfect victory to his father and bring peace to his father. The Emperor's Great Crusade came to a perfect end.

"Is that really the case?"

Sanguinius withdrew his wings and had no interest in the wine in the cup. Instead, his eyes focused on a table in the distance: there was a fruit plate purely for decoration. For Horus, it was indeed This is true, but not necessarily for his distinguished guests.

"That's true, maybe even worse."

The Wolf Shepherd smiled and waved to the servitor again, satisfying Sanguinius's heart's desire: with the archangel's somewhat embarrassed smile, Horus' fingers brushed over the ruby-like unknown fruits. .

"You should try this, bro."

"I have not seen it, Horus."

"certainly."

Horus caught one and slowly skinned it for its flesh.

"This is a special food imported from the Far Eastern Frontier. It is a mutated species unique to the Avalon Zone. It cannot be tasted anywhere else in the galaxy: Avalon's fruit farmers will accurately calculate its growth. Period, pick it when it is still unripe, and it will be at its sweetest when it arrives here.”

"Yeah... indeed."

Sanguinius tasted one and nodded thoughtfully.

"I don't think my Baal could ever grow such a fruit."

"Don't be discouraged."

The Shepherd glanced at his brother.

"Fruits like this do not come from Avalon, Morgan's home planet, but from an unknown advanced agricultural world: It is said that when Morgan founded the Far Eastern Frontier, it was still a terrifying death world, and when dawn broke When the Vanguard Army conquered this land, Morgan discovered its unique value at a glance and revised a complete development plan specifically for it. "

"Growing fruit?"

"Part-Time Garden World: Even Morgan himself has a summer palace there."

"Today, the fruits of this advanced agricultural world have been sold throughout the galaxy. It has only taken thirty or forty years. Even the Emperor's Dream will specially purchase it: it can only be said that our Avalon blood relatives can sit on the original body. There is a reason why it is the only huge country in the world.”

"You have never praised Guilliman so highly?"

"Let's wait until Macragge's products can be sold throughout the galaxy."

Horus smiled disdainfully, but Sanguinius knew that his brother the Wolf Shepherd was hiding his inner fear.

"So far, what Guilliman sells the most to the entire human empire is nothing more than the fear he generates: the people of Holy Terra and the Great Crusade are always worried about disturbances from the Five Hundred Worlds, and when he mobilizes so many people to participate in After the war with Ullanor, this fear reached its peak. "

"I can understand the concern."

Sanguinius nodded, having already eaten three fruits.

“A hundred and fifty thousand people, maybe more: what a shocking number.”

"Especially when some new intelligence comes from the Eastern Front."

The angel dropped the topic, remembering the original purpose of his visit to the Vengeful Spirit.

"You know, Horus: when you conquered Goron."

"Of course I know."

The Wolf God chuckled, his attitude even more indifferent than Sanguinius expected.

"In fact, Sanguinius."

"It was on the battlefield of Goron that I received the intelligence from the Eastern Front Army."

"The same goes for the Emperor."

"...Would you like to hear the details?"

The Archangel leaned forward.

The Shepherd God waved his hand.

"I know what you and the Dornish people want to ask, Sanguinius: you want to know what happened on Goron, why this war was so tragic and short, and it was also mixed with a large-scale The assembly order was quickly canceled."

"That's right."

The angel frowned.

"We are all suspicious of this. After all, every Primarch fleet in the entire Obscurity Star field received an order from the Emperor to support Goron at the same time: In that order with high authenticity, Goron The combat power of the Rongxing greenskins is unbelievable.”

"They said that the hit rate of these greenskins in fleet battles reaches 70%. From warlords to goblins, they have undergone mechanical transformation. Even after death in battle, they can continue to fight under remote control. Moreover, these greenskins can continue fighting under remote control. The armor on the skin can break the power sword commonly used in the Legion of Astartes: but the most important point is that the fighting power of the King of Goron is enough to pose a threat to the Emperor? "

"Is that so, Horus?"

"In general, it's correct."

The Shepherd God nodded, but the Archangel remained unyielding.

"If it is true, then why was the assembly order suddenly withdrawn: We were told that you and the Emperor's combined fleet encountered a bitter battle in the Goron system, but just when we got rid of the immediate war and planned to support, the war It ended suddenly again, and the Empire's double-headed eagle flag has been planted again on the planet Goron."

"Only a few hours: how on earth did you do it, Horus?"

"We? No."

The Wolf Shepherd's smile was bitter.

"It's father."

"He changed everything."

Horus stopped, calming down the turbulence caused by the name of the Emperor in his heart. Sanguinius on the opposite side did not force his brother, and quietly ate the entrance to Avalon. of fruit, while waiting for Horus to adjust his mentality, he muttered to himself in his heart.

Why didn't he import this Avalon fruit on board the Blood and Tears?

Those brats admire every issue of the Psionics Scripture and its derivative works so much that they are afraid of missing out on ordering. But in the end, have they never paid attention to other flagship products produced by the Far Eastern Frontier?

Or, in other words, as the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, he should set an example as the father of genes in this matter: for example, inadvertently reveal his recent extensive interest in the field of fruit and vegetable cultivation?

The angel was thinking wildly, but Horus had already sorted out his thoughts.

"Listen to me, brother."

The Wolf God snatched the last fruit from the hands of the angel who was concentrating on eating, causing the white wings behind Sanguinius to flap in displeasure.

"The descriptions of the greenskins of Goron in the Emperor's orders are true."

Horus's voice was a little muffled, and the juice of the fruit flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"The seventy percent hit rate, the extremely popular body modification, and the armor that is obviously made of scrap metal but is extremely strong are all what we actually encountered on the battlefield: I originally planned to use a standard quick assault tactic to eliminate the resistance on Goron, but I ended up in a tough fight, even if my father came to help in person. "

The Shepherd God lowered his eyebrows.

"I also suggested that my father and I would lead a capable force to directly conduct a beheading operation on the greenskin leader: but even my father could not find enough loopholes in the defense system of the greenskins of Goron, and Our troops are unable to conquer this world, so the order to assemble was issued at that time.”

"Then how did you know that the leader of the Goron greenskins could pose a threat to the Emperor?"

"That's why I said that."

Horus frowned.

"That's why I say that the assembly order you received is [generally] correct: when the order was issued, we had not yet carried out the beheading operation, so naturally we did not know how powerful the green-skinned leader of Goron was. How could it be possible to add superfluity to the order?”

"Moreover, the order to assemble was dictated by my father himself. I bear witness and it was conveyed by his confidant the Imperial Guard: I don't know how this rumor got involved. It may be a garbled code caused by the subspace."

"...Maybe so."

Sanguinius narrowed his eyes, hiding the insincerity of his words.

"But a few hours later, you suddenly canceled the order to assemble."

"Yes."

The memories of the beginning of the Wolf Shepherd.

"I remember very clearly: At that time, Fulgrim happened to tell me the Eastern Front Army's plan to launch a long-distance attack on the capital of Ullanor, and then I passed it on to my father. After that, About two hours later, just when we were unable to do anything about Goron's situation, my father suddenly found a fleeting and fatal vulnerability in the greenskin's defensive position. "

Having said this, the Wolf Shepherd God's pupils were filled with an adoring smile.

"I didn't say that, Sanguinius."

"To this day, I can't imagine how my father found that loophole."

"It's also hard to imagine why we never noticed it before."

"..."

Sanguinius said nothing, the only sound in the room was Horus's talk.

"Everything that happened next fell into place: my father and I used that loophole to launch a successful decapitation operation. The green-skinned leader was indeed very powerful and caused some trouble for our father, but it was far from enough. It has reached the point where it poses a threat to him, and with its fall, the battle situation on Goron naturally does not require the support of other fleets. "

"That's it..."

Sanguinius nodded, and after savoring it, he suddenly laughed.

"Perhaps, only Dorn will be satisfied with this story. Others will inevitably complain that it is too lacking in drama: it is not as exciting as they imagined, except for the intelligence from the Eastern Front Legion, which is a bit intriguing. feeling.”

"yes……"

These words made the Wolf Shepherd pause for a moment while he was chewing the fruit. He narrowed his eyes and quickly looked at Sanguinius: the archangel's smiling face was not hidden at all, and Horus soon showed the same smile. smile.

"What do you want to say, brother?"

"I'm just... curious."

The Archangel of Baal deliberately prolonged his soft tone to make his words sound particularly intriguing: Sanguinius did not need more words to express his attitude, when he mentioned the letter from the Eastern Front Legion , all he had to do was sit there and show that irresistible sly smile to the Wolf Shepherd God, which was enough to express his inner thoughts.

"You know what I mean, my dear Horus: you and I are of one mind."

"snort……"

Horus snorted lightly and did not respond to the archangel's words.

The angel had to speak again.

"Didn't Khan tell you?"

"The information was ten thousand times more detailed than Fulgrim's a few hours ago."

"Yeah……"

The archangel raised his voice, his voice was long and ambiguous.

"So, it's confirmed?"

"Confirm what?"

"The Eastern Front Legion has already taken action?"

"..."

"And there are a full 350,000 people: enough to subvert the power?"

"..."

"The target is Ullanor?"

"..."

"And..."

The angel leaned forward, his smile was so close to Horus that the Wolf God could not ignore him anyway.

"The leader of them... is Jonson?"

"..."

"Right?"

"Yes... right..."

Every collision of the Wolf God's teeth made Sanguinius laugh more happily.

"Any ideas, brother?"

He continued to ask, curious about the Wolf God's answer from the bottom of his heart.

"Ideas?"

Horus asked back, he threw the last piece of fruit into his mouth, the bright red juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, like real blood, and then the Wolf God slowly raised his wine glass.

Horus' pupils were submerged in the blood-red shadow.

"Do you want to know what I think about all this, Sanguinius?"

"Thoughts after careful consideration: you should have settled down now, right?"

"Of course."

Horus smiled.

"In fact, to be honest, I did have a lot of thoughts: after I learned the news, I had all kinds of emotions you can imagine."

"What about now?"

"Only one left."

The wolf god smiled, his pupils filled with ambitions that could burn the galaxy.

——————

"This war."

"This war of Ullanor."

"The last battle of the Great Crusade."

"When Jonson joined in and stood opposite me in a sense."

"It finally..."

"It started to get a little interesting."