Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Obviously, our brother Jonson has just left his job. Maybe he wants to go to the front to relax. If I'm not mistaken, the one who will take over his duties should be another blood relative of ours, the silver-haired queen who rules the entire Far East frontier."

"How do you know, Horus?"

"Practice makes perfect, that's all. I've been paying attention to them for a long time."

Everyone knows that when the wolf god starts to smile, his sea-green eyes will naturally show a reassuring smile, which can not only soothe the impatience of the person talking to him in time, but also add a layer of gentle authority that makes people have to believe in it.

Yes, it may sound incredible, but this is the fact: in many cases, Horus doesn't even need to open his mouth to speak, debate, or talk endlessly to persuade the person standing opposite him. He only needs to let the amber pupils lightly flash in the sea-green eyes, and add a smile to convince anyone he talks to.

Even if that person is the most stubborn brick in the galaxy.

"You seem to have some doubts, my most reliable brother Dorne?"

"No, Horus."

Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists and the Lord of Invert appointed by the Emperor, simply shook his head and ended the topic with the shortest possible words: he never turned his eyes from beginning to end, and neither his body nor his soul had ever wavered.

"I'm not interested in this, but I can understand your approach. Between brothers, with curiosity and a mentality of mutual learning, collecting each other's information is tolerable behavior: but if it goes a step further on this basis, or hides evil intentions, it is another problem."

"But I believe you will never do this, Horus."

"Thank you for your trust."

The Wolf God nodded, his eyes temporarily left the war in front of him, and stayed on Dorn for a moment: the strategy hall of the Vengeful Spirit is its most magnificent place, like a palace that encloses the ubiquitous light, but all these lights added up are far less than the towering golden armor on Dorn.

In the light environment of the strategy hall, it flashes the same color as the Empire, as strong as its owner, and the iron fist and eagle logo make Horus feel gratified: when he thought of being able to forge a friendship with such a brother, the Wolf God couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and his next words were completely from the heart.

"Believe me, Dorn, your trust is a priceless treasure to me."

"And I will not let you down: not in the past, not in the future."

"I swear..."

"No need."

"If you really want to do something, any words will seem pale."

"I never believe in promises, and I rarely believe in oaths."

Dorn still did not look back, the war in front of him took away his soul: the giant strategic star map specially ordered for the Ullanor expedition occupied a wall of the hall, and three Emperor's poison blades could be placed vertically. Every corner of the Ullanor Crown System was meticulously marked on the star map. Standing here can better grasp the direction of the entire war than standing anywhere else.

Dorn and Horus are the two owners of this strategic star map. After Sanguinius and his legion went to the front line together, Mortarion stubbornly marked out a war zone for himself to be directly responsible for. Only the Imperial Fists Legion can achieve the most comprehensive cooperation with the Luna Wolves Legion.

At the front, Abaddon and Sigismund were discussing how to capture the next fortress, while in the rear, Horus and Dorn had already set their sights on the next line of defense: although they were working together, the cooperation mode between the legions was still just the common shift system.

For example: this line of defense was in charge of the Imperial Fists, and then most of the Imperial Fists would take a break temporarily, while the Luna Wolves were responsible for the strategy of the next line of defense, and the Imperial Fists would take over after the strategy was completed: although this mode was not the most efficient, it was stable and ensured that all the warriors could maintain the best condition when they launched an attack on the crown world of Ullanor.

Although it was said to be inefficient, the results of the battle were actually brilliant: one day after officially advancing into the Ullanor system, Horus and Dorn had jointly dismantled one-third of the greenskin defense line in front of them, and even the number of greenskin ships destroyed by them had long been too many to count.

When the follow-up troops of the human empire continued to arrive, they would find themselves as if they had entered a beast-themed cemetery, and in front of them, the two main attacking legions never stopped advancing.

As for the Blood Angels and the Death Guard, although they also mobilized all their troops, neither the three-axe charge tactics of the Ninth Legion nor the slow infantry strategy of the Fourteenth Legion were suitable for joining the cooperation mode: the personality problems of the two primarchs were trivial.

"I miss Chagatai a little."

Horus smiled bitterly.

"It's a pity that he is on the opposite side, and he seems to have adapted well. I'm really happy for him."

"He should have some new friends too."

Dorn didn't speak, just nodded silently. He could hear that the Shepherd God was sincerely blessing his brother, and this sentence also reminded him of the previous question: making an appointment with his most trusted fleet commander. After Nader issued the battle order to continue the attack, the Invites took the initiative to ask Horus.

"Horus, you didn't really answer the question I just raised: How did you know that Jonson left the command post and that Morgan took over his mission? Although we have been in contact with each other, Jonson Obviously you won’t send these useless things.”

"He certainly didn't say that."

The Shepherd God snorted softly at first.

"Even if it was necessary, I don't think the Caliban Lion would tell me."

"But it doesn't matter. From the progress of their battle in the past five hours, we can perceive the truth of the matter. Dorn, please look at the star map carefully: this is the progress of the Eastern Front Army at the beginning of the war. , and these are the new developments that we have observed and sent to them every hour since then.”

"Did you find any problem?"

Dawn just thought about it for a moment.

“The breaking point is different.”

His voice was decisive.

"Although roughly speaking, the offensive speed of the Eastern Front Army has not changed: we have completed one-third of the strategic advance, and their progress is about the same, and they have even suffered fewer casualties than us, but If you look closely at the details of the war, you can indeed see that it was the work of two people. "

After saying that, Dorn first pointed to the circles representing the breakthrough points on the first star map. They were all in the most tricky positions, efficient and extremely dangerous. As long as they grasped one point, they could easily rewrite the trend of the entire war, but as long as they were a little bit... If they are not careful, the vanguard troops responsible for attacking these positions will definitely be surrounded or even desperate.

"That's Jonson's style."

Horus nodded.

"He never cared about sacrifice: at least a little sacrifice."

"We all do, don't we?"

Dorn's rhetorical question caused the Wolf Shepherd to fall into silence.

"Look here again: Although the latest tactical advancement of the Eastern Front Army is still efficient, they are obviously a lot more cautious. Those breakthrough points that need to shed more blood are ignored, and are replaced by a wave-like coordinated offensive: using let The dazzling [Ling Chi] replaced the one-hit war hammer, and the speed may have slowed down, but their casualty numbers have plummeted in the past few hours. "

"That's right."

Horus smiled and nodded.

"With just one look at the casualties, we all know to whom this style belongs."

"Is her legion still outnumbered?"

Dorn frowned, while Horus standing aside briefly recalled it.

"As far as I know, there should be more than 70,000 but less than 80,000. Compared with other legions, it is indeed weak: it is said that the reason Morgan agreed to participate in the Ullanor expedition was to ask the Emperor to allow her Another round of recruitment near Holy Terra."

"This is transgression."

The Invite shook his head.

"But the Emperor agreed."

Horus was quite tolerant, and he even made a rare joke that was a bit bad.

"You have to understand her, Dorne. After all, Morgan's Legion of Dawnbreakers is the only one so far that is still dominated by Terrans: if you refer to the source of recruits, the Emperor should classify the god Terra as a Dawnbreaker. The world is conscripted, otherwise it would be unfair.”

"She already has the entire Far Eastern Frontier!"

"But it's not enough: not nearly enough."

Horus rarely defended her distant blood relatives in Avalon.

"And things like fiefdoms are no longer a sensitive topic. Hasn't the Emperor already decided to hand over Invite and its surrounding areas to your management, making you the lord of the entire northern part of the Storm Star Territory, and at the same time helping Will the Sun Star Territory resist attacks from the south? "

"That's what he said."

When this topic was mentioned, the master of the Imperial Fist was in a rare daze for a moment.

"Before the Ullanor Crusade, the Emperor summoned me specifically for this matter."

"He told me that the Tempest Star Territory is an area where the Empire has insufficient control, and that there are only three legion home stars in the entire Star Territory: my Invite is in the north, Corax's Redemption Star and Mortarion's Baba Russ is far away in the southernmost part of the Storm Star Territory, so he can only leave the defense task in the north to me."

"It's settled."

The Wolf Shepherd sighed.

"You should take a look at the Taiping Star Territory. There is only one home planet of the Word Bearers in the entire star territory."

"What place did father give you?"

Dawn frowned slightly.

"A lot: so much that it worries me."

"With Invit as the core, including Tallan and Ophelia Seven, Necromunda and High Varia, etc.: to the east is the Great Whirlpool, and in the far west is a man named Krieg The industrial world, in total, occupies one-fifth of the entire Storm Star Territory.”

"Not bad."

Horus recalled the galactic star map he saw in the palace of Terra.

"I heard that the Emperor intends to let the mortal lords of Terra directly govern the entire Solar Sector, most of the Pacific Sector, and two-fifths of the Storm Sector. As for the division of the Misty Sector and the Far East Sector, there is no final decision yet: but there are only three of you in the Storm Sector, and the territories you control should be roughly the same. Terra's power in the Storm Sector is twice that of each of you."

Dorn did not reply. He obviously had no interest in the topic of rule. Horus asked more with interest.

"So, my brother, how do you plan to rule such a vast land? I heard that Leman Russ plans to set up a governor's mansion on his Fenris: this is really a bit unexpected. What about you? Is it a governor's mansion or a country like mine?"

"Neither."

Obviously, Dorn had already thought about this problem: although he didn't like it very much.

"One military district is enough: I don't think this will last long."

"Inverte Military District?"

The Wolf God whispered the name, but did not stop the work at hand. When he turned his head and seemed to be concentrating on the next assault on the front line, Horus frowned unconsciously: What does Dorn mean by "not long"?

Does he know any inside information?

The Wolf God doubted for a moment, but soon despised himself in his heart.

He actually doubted Dorn?

Is he crazy!

After the self-doubt, there was a long period of depression. Only monotonous orders and continuous war reports filled all the thoughts of the two Primarchs. Silence and brief conversations lasted for two hours until they broke through another line of defense and slightly left the Blood Angels and Death Guard behind: for the sake of caution, even Dorn agreed to wait for the two brother legions on the flank.

"Has the Emperor's Vision not come in yet?"

"It still needs some effort. After all, the subspace environment of this galaxy has become very unstable because of the green-skinned psychic boys: there are too many greenskins here, and their weird thinking network has turned the subspace projection of Ullanor into a pot of boiling soup. You must also know the size and side effects of the Emperor's Vision, Dorn."

"If we come in rashly, it may affect our fleet. Father plans to find a breakthrough point directly in the greenskin fleet and add the side effects to these beasts: and we only need to wait for half an hour at most. This is the guarantee that father just gave me."

"That's good."

Dorn nodded, and at this moment, the routine report of the Eastern Front Legion was delivered: Horus just glanced at it and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Awesome!"

"Jonson and his men directly surrounded and annihilated an entire fleet of greenskins in the siege just now, tearing a hole in the battle line: the White Scars and the Emperor's Children are now entering in a line, and the Dawnbreaker fleet is right behind them. If we don't speed up our progress here, we will be left behind by them."

The Wolf God smiled, with no worries about falling behind in the competition.

On the contrary, Jonson's excellent performance seemed to make Horus, who was competing with him, even happier.

Dorn also looked at the report.

"Did the Dawnbreaker Legion accomplish such a feat with its own fleet?"

"Don't forget, Morgan brought at least 2,000 warships this time, and your Imperial Fists only have 1,200 warships in total. Dorn: Never underestimate the foundation of the Far Eastern Frontier. What they really lack is only the Astartes warriors, not to mention that we all know that this is far from the [limit power] of the Eastern Front."

"I know."

Dorn smiled rarely.

"You told me."

"No matter how many warships Morgan has, Guilliman must have more: even twice as many."

"I'm already very conservative."

"That's right: that's it."

The relaxed laughter lingered around the two war commanders, and such harmony soon disappeared with the launch of the next offensive: the Primarchs looked at the star map with serious faces, looking at the red flashing directions, where there was a breakthrough in the attack on the next line of defense of the greenskins, and their proudest descendants gathered here at this time.

When Horus whispered Ezekiel's name, Dorn was also there thinking about Sigismund's next tactics, and both of them looked unhappy: it is true that these two captains have achieved unimaginable results in the past day, but at the feet of these glories are piles of corpses, which is enough to make the Primarch feel painful, the loss of Templar and Gastalin.

"I heard that you lost a quarter of the Templar in the previous offensives?"

"Sigismund is leading the remaining Templar forward."

Dorn looked normal.

"He'll break through the next line of defense in half an hour: it's not strong."

"I think it will be Ezekel."

Horus smiled, his desire to win was surging.

"It is well known that the Luna Wolves are the best at decapitation and assault in the Empire, and it is also well known that Gastalin is the best at decapitation and assault in the Luna Wolves: Ezekel is the best of Gastalin, and he has never let me down."

"I have a different opinion."

The Lord of Inverte didn't take into account that his words had made Horus frown deeply. He just briefly thought about the necessity of this sentence, then quickly changed his position and thought about it, and then confidently pointed to the red dot on the star map, and his words were as sharp as the blade of a Templar.

"Horus, I have carefully studied your Gatatarin tactics and collected all their past records as much as possible: Gatatarin did have brilliant results, but that was based on several failures and heavy losses, and the real fatal problem was that, except for beheading, this unit did not have any tactical diversity."

"The same is true for your legion."

"What do you mean?"

The Wolf God was very reluctant to maintain a smile on his face. He knew that Dorn's words were sharp, which was the only reason why he didn't get furious at the moment: but it was not Horus' style to listen to a brother accusing his legion there.

"Literally."

Dorn did not give in at all: just like his command, there was no pause at all.

"Think about it, Horus. When the names of the various Astartes Legions flash through our minds, we naturally think of their characteristics: the Dawnbreakers are good at advancing and retreating together with their auxiliary legions, the Night Lords are unmatched in the disorderly street fighting and chaos, and the Iron Warriors of Perturabo are famous for their precise calculations and legendary courage."

"But when people mention your Luna Wolves Legion, what is the first characteristic that comes to mind about this legion? Is it their decapitation tactics? But every legion is good at decapitation tactics: whether it is my Imperial Fists or Jonson's Dark Angels, their success rate in boarding operations is no lower than that of the Luna Wolves. This universal method cannot be the foundation of the 16th Legion."

"In fact, brother."

Dorn's words are like a knife.

"Speaking of the Luna Wolves, their greatest feature is actually: their genetic father is named Horus, which is their greatest and most prominent feature, and the reason why they can compete for the title of the strongest legion. If you mention specific tactics and specialties, I'm afraid most people can't say anything."

"This is your situation: I said it after careful consideration."

"..."

Horus frowned, he wanted to refute Dorn's words, but after thinking about it, he couldn't refute anything, so he could only turn back to the topic about Abaddon: at least Ezekiel is under his control.

"Then you said Ezekiel just now..."

"He is a representative, a symbol of the overall problem of the Luna Wolves."

Dorn sighed.

"We all know that Abaddon has a smart brain. He is definitely not a fool. But why is Abaddon's brain untrustworthy, whether in past battles or in the subconscious of all of us? What exactly caused this? Horus, have you ever thought about this question?"

"..."

At this moment, the voice of the Wolf God has become a little wrong.

"Do you think..."

"Is this my problem?"

"No."

Dorn shook his head firmly, and before the Wolf God's expression eased, he quickly added: both his face and words were so sincere.

"Believe me, brother: If it weren't for the terminal illness, I would just not point it out: getting along with Perturabo made me realize that I am not a perfect critic. If this problem could be tolerated, I would not complain to you here."

"But the reality is: the problem shown by the Moon Wolves is unbearable."

"But..."

"This is not your problem."

"This is the problem of the Moon Wolves."

"..."

Horus...

Horus had nothing to say.

The light from the strategic star map cast his face into shadows, and part of his eye sockets was illuminated in deep red. That was the news that the front had successfully broken through: the empire's eastern and western fronts were still keeping pace, they had cleared half of the Ullanor system, and the green-skinned crown world was just around the corner.

The war was still going on, and the defense line of the Ullanor orcs had been retreating step by step under the offensive of the human legion, and gradually collapsed: but at this time Horus found that he seemed to need a savior more than the Ullanor emperor.

Fortunately: the shepherd wolf god did have someone who could save him.

Just as the atmosphere of cooperation between the two gene primarchs gradually fell into a trough because of the unpleasant words just now, a star-like shining light suddenly appeared on the strategic star map in front of them: the light spot was as big as the helmet of an Astartes warrior, and it illuminated most of the room in golden yellow.

The two looked at each other, and the original gloomy atmosphere had disappeared.

Instead, there was a smile.

Because they all knew.

The Emperor's Fantasy has arrived.