Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I have fought for the Empire for two hundred years."

"But before this, I have never seen such a huge teleportation array: thousands of Astartes warriors lined up in full gear, only occupying the core area, while the outer and outer layers are unstable. In fact, there are still more people standing in the area, tens of thousands of people.”

"But it is a pity that our genetic mother does not allow anyone to stay outside her palm: she has been like this from beginning to end. If she is an outsider, she can be accommodating, but if we are the dawn breakers, Then any non-combat losses will make her furious."

"I can totally understand that feeling."

"So, I fully obey this order."

When he stood there and murmured these words to himself as if in a dream, Xia Ya, the chief commander of the [Le Fay Knights] under the Dawnbreaker Legion, calmly opened his eyes, Iron Fist Gripping tightly, the broad power sword chirped silently in his palm: the last of his battle brothers had just taken his place.

They can set off. The only thing that hinders the departure horn is the nagging of a certain guard chief at the front of the team. The voice is so loud that everyone can hear what he is saying: it is nothing more than numbers and flattery. That’s all.

"Sixteen companies are all ready for battle. After counting special formations such as the Le Fay Knights, we will send 8,500 soldiers to the Ullanor battlefield at one time, accounting for half of the expeditionary force. : This is still based on the premise of ignoring the twelve vanguard companies that we have already set off. "

"Of course, the most important thing is that you will personally command this battle, which is more inspiring than any news of reinforcements: there are quite a few battle brothers who have not had the glory of fighting alongside you for a long time, and they miss you on the battlefield. On the other hand, Captain Hector and Captain Davout in the vanguard have assured me that they will use their lives to ensure that the landing place you choose will not be harassed in the slightest. "

Rana was still talking, but the battle brothers behind him were already mocking each other at this moment: the only reason that kept them from laughing out loud at this nonsense was that their backs were turned to them. The Primarch didn't know what he was thinking.

After all, everyone knows: Rana has always been Morgan's most trusted descendant. The power and status given to him by the original body surpassed everyone else. Although Rana has been constantly sacrificing and diluting his authority over the past few decades, This only made his position more stable.

The primarch trusted him more, and the battle brothers respected him more: even though many people now dared to laugh at his flattery in front of the Praetorian Guard, in wartime, it was exactly the same group. People will become the most trustworthy warriors under Rana. This has been proved by countless cases before.

During the long period of time when the Spider Queen did not grant her descendants the honor of "fighting side by side", it was Lana and his colleagues who supported the battle formation of the Second Legion. Morgan's indulgence allowed them to quickly grow into a worthy A trusted warrior with the wisdom and authority to command an entire legion, if only the Primarch could bestow power upon him.

However, this does not change the fact that Rana is talking nonsense at this time.

Xia Ya whispered in her heart.

Even if... there is some truth in what he said...

Knight Le Fay muttered in his heart. Before he could finish his contempt for the Praetorian Guard in his self-justification, the Astartes' superhuman hearing allowed him to catch the slight cough of the Primarch at the front of the queue. : The air became quiet at this moment, everyone stopped their mental activities, and thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the Spider Queen who was slowly turning around in the front.

【Are you ready? 】

Morgan asked with a smile.

No one said a word, but the original body was answered by more than 8,000 pairs of pupils filled with fighting spirit.

【very good. 】

Morgan nodded, and then waved to the shadow on one side. [Virgo] with a pair of pale pink ponytails quickly came to his mother's side: Xia Ya blinked in disbelief, of course he knew her This was the chief maid of the original body, but what made him find it incredible was that even though she was one of the top 100 warriors among the Dawnbreakers, she could not see clearly what Virgo had just done.

Really...

Knight Le Fay withdrew his thoughts and noticed that many of his subordinates were in the same shock as him just now. Char couldn't help but coughed slightly, reminding them that since it was about the original body, then they should forget it. should be promptly forgotten.

Looking back, Morgan didn't hide his eldest daughter's words at all.

[I will go to the front line. The command of the fleet has been distributed to various admirals: Since most of the greenskin fleet and orbital defense devices have been eliminated by us, they can still do a good job with the remaining ground fire support. You only need Be aware of special circumstances and new messages from the Vengeful Spirit. 】

[Also, grab this. 】

Morgan thrust an exquisite snowy owl statue into the hands of his eldest daughter.

[The psychic power I have stored in this statue should be enough to support the entire teleportation array until the end of the war. I will adjust the coordinates below and let the backup troops set off at the agreed time: Remember not to let these The device is overloaded, otherwise it will blow up the entire Dawn Goddess in an instant, and maybe the fleets around us. 】

Virgo nodded.

"Mother, if I need to use that at a necessary moment..."

[It's not that time yet: it's just the Ullanor Empire. ]

[It's not that bastard...]

The lewd words and the low complaints from the Primarch did not reach Char's ears after all. Just as his brain was processing the earlier words, a dizzying sense of dislocation, mixed with white light, instantly devoured his soul, as if the whole world was twisting and changing before his eyes.

All he could hear was the Primarch's whispers as he activated the teleportation array.

This kind of physical discomfort is a chronic disease of teleportation technology. Even Morgan himself cannot avoid it, but the Spider Queen can reduce the negative impact of the teleportation array to a minimum through her own improvements: Char can feel this very clearly. Compared with the countless times he has teleported in his life, the torture and pain this time have been greatly reduced.

After a moment of weightlessness, they had already reached their destination, and the side effect that followed was just a little nausea: although Char didn't feel that he had moved, he clearly felt that he had been extracted from his soul for a period of time, so when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed from the warm bridge deck of the Aurora to the burning iron curtain on the land of Ullanor.

"We have come to the coffin of hell."

Someone whispered beside Char.

He was damn right!

Char gritted his teeth, and after the strong light completely dissipated, he carefully observed the battlefield where blood and sweat were about to be shed: Ullanor had become hell at this time, or rather, this damn world had been a living hell from the beginning.

The crown world of the Greenskin Empire gave Char some very bad associations.

The dead memories began to attack him.

Because... this is like Terra.

Like Terra before the Emperor came.

And Terra in the Unification War.

As a Terran in the Legion, Knight Lefebvre has experienced both of these periods. Two completely opposite hells occupied the entire first half of this Terran veteran's life, and now, they are right in front of him, perfectly combined into one. It's really fucked up.

The blue-gray sky is full of thick dust and haze. Only in some cracks like volcanic rocks, disgusting patches of sunlight will be revealed, but even this little warmth no longer exists at this time, because the wrath of the Imperial Navy has torn the iron curtain of Ullanor, making it shattered like a mirror, and pollution and haze are dragged all over the ground, mixed with the disgusting spore smell of the Orks.

Under this ruined paradise is the real hell on earth. The war between the Imperial Army and the Orks has torn the entire surface of Ullanor into two parts. One half is rusty and dirty on greenskin armor, and the other half is bloody and smelly between Astartes blades. Two waves of steel hit each other non-stop on the flat wilderness of Ullanor. Pieces of land the size of a hive city were conquered and lost one after another, and then sawed and fought over. Finally, under the burial of countless corpses, the original appearance can no longer be seen.

Dead Mountain.

Dead Mountain is everywhere.

Ullanor is burning. Only a dozen hours of war will be enough for the army of the human empire to permanently occupy a piece of purified land in this world, becoming a scar that tears the orc capital: when the Lord of Man himself and his four heirs, as well as Horus, Jonson, Fulgrim and Mortarion, jointly invested in the first wave of offensives against Ullanor, it was a matter of course to seize a beachhead.

And more than a dozen hours later, after Chagatai Khan and Sanguinius led their legions to join the war, this original beachhead had turned into a spearhead, heading straight for the throne of King Urge, the Emperor of Ullanor: the bloody road opened up by the Lord of Mankind, his wolf god, and his imperial guards could be seen clearly even in space, and was ten thousand times more spectacular than the Eternal Avenue in front of the palace.

Tens of millions of greenskins used their lives to create this wonder, because as early as the moment the Emperor landed, they had fanatically launched an attack on the greatest warriors in the galaxy, and until now, after more than a dozen hours of unilateral slaughter, they had never stopped for a moment.

At this time, greenskins from all over the world were rushing here in an endless stream, like iron filings attracted by a magnet: the Emperor's power was spreading at an astonishing speed, and no greenskin was afraid of it. All the beasts were just caught in the most fanatical blood. The Emperor of Ullanor might be the only sober existence.

This, in turn, greatly eased the pressure on other human armies on Ullanor: when the Emperor was wantonly harvesting the ugly heads of every challenger in thousands, other human legions on the Ullanor front could take advantage of the opportunity when the greenskins' attention was diverted and wantonly use their own tactics.

The Dark Angels, Blood Angels, Death Guards and even the White Scars, each legion was accelerating towards the capital of Ullanor. They were in awe of the Emperor's power and they also respected the majesty of Horus, but this did not mean that these warriors fighting on the front line did not want to put the greatest glory of the Ullanor War on the heads of their beloved Primarchs.

Even the Dawnbreakers thought so. Only half of the Dawnbreakers' vanguard company was guarding next to Morgan's landing point, while the other half was actively engaged in the war. They followed Jonson and Fulgrim, Hidden in the shadows after victory are psychic beacons that can directly communicate with and even summon their own Primarchs: once the iron hooves of the Dawnbreaker break through the walls of the royal city of Ullanor, these beacons will definitely play an unexpected role.

Morgan responded to this…

Well...no idea...that's it.

The Lord of Dawnbreaker nodded, not only in response to the descendants who were waiting for her, but also in trying to convince herself in her heart. Her eyes casually glanced at the land beside her: the original landing point of the emperor had become the human army at this time. In the rear area of ​​the Ullanor battlefield, one could see a large number of support troops and medical personnel, as well as green-skinned corpses that had not had time to be cleaned up.

This was the first time Morgan had carefully observed the green skins of Ullanor: he only saw that the protection they wore was actually quite backward. The rusty armor was fixed to the limbs of these beasts with belts and bolts, which was far inferior to the best protection under Morgan's command. An irregular mortal auxiliary army, but if you look at the damaged pneumatic generators and exquisite firearms and weapons, they can give people an incredible sense of matching.

This is the green skin.

The original body nodded, she cleared her sight and thoughts, and began to search for her blood relatives on the chaotic battlefield. At the same time, she was thinking about where her next target would be: the investment of eight thousand Dawnbreaker warriors would be enough. Completely reversing the situation on any front, it will even determine who can chop off the head of Emperor Ullanor.

Now, Horus and Jonson are almost on the same level, but one thing worth noting is that perhaps due to the rush of the war, or perhaps another mission, the Wolf Shepherd and the Emperor are actually out of touch at this time: he and the Lion Each occupied one side of the Lord of Humanity, while maintaining a similar distance from each other.

Morgan made a mental note of this.

Then, the Spider Queen's consciousness looked in other directions on the battlefield. She could easily identify the route of the Dawnbreaker Legion in the previous ten hours, because her descendants were beside every noteworthy target. Their small signs were placed, and the farthest sign was right next to the special individual named Fulgrim in Morgan's will.

At this moment, Phoenix was standing on a scrap iron mountain in Ullanor, surrounded by more than a dozen guards and lord commanders, looking at the battlefield in the distance, scolding Fang Qiu, as for Zhuang who was supposed to be with him. Sen, at this time, was a little further ahead, leading several of his knights, happily marching here and there in the rolling green tide.

Seriously, Morgan had never seen her Caliban blood relative so happy.

He was as happy as Guilliman who found out that his biological father, King Conor, was still alive.

Um...right...

Did she tell Guilliman that she had discovered a soul similar to King Konnor in the warp?

While shaking her head and sighing, Morgan silently did her old job, which was to collect wandering souls from the battlefield: But at this time, the Spider Queen no longer needed to increase her strength through such a small business, and The soul of the green skin is really not a great supplement, so the Spider Queen's target naturally shifts to those Astartes warriors who unfortunately died in Ullanor.

She carefully collected them in order. The first was of course the Dawnbreaker, followed closely by the Dark Angels. After both of them were carefully collected, it was the turn of the others: such as the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists. , Custodes, Emperor's Children or Blood Angels, Luna Wolves...

It is worth noting that when Morgan collected the souls of dozens of the Imperial Guards who unfortunately died in Ullanor, she noticed the Lord of Humanity who was killing everyone on the front line. Suddenly he turned his head and glanced at her: it was just a spiritual gaze, but it was enough to make all the silver hair on Morgan's body stand up.

(According to the novel Wolf of Burning Dust, at least in the Battle of Goron, the Emperor lost [at least a dozen] Custodes, and the loss of dozens of Custodes in Ullanor is considered reasonable.)

Until Morgan quietly gathered together these golden and transparent souls that even she knew could never be corroded, and then placed them on the edge of her own soul to show that she would return them after the battle, the Emperor looked at this Then he slowly moved away.

At the same time, he also generously pointed out the direction for his daughter to march in, obviously seeing Morgan's hesitation at this time, and the Spider Queen looked along this guide, but her two light eyebrows frowned involuntarily. .

Horus?

The Emperor asked her to... support Horus?

Morgan pursed her lips, and then, she suddenly remembered something, and belatedly began to look for another brother on the battlefield: Fortunately, the soul of Sanguinius flying around was not difficult to find: he could be found on the battlefield. This guy was the only one who jumped left and right in Morgan's soul exploration.

Flying fast is willful: Morgan thought at first that someone had been beaten away by the giant.

At this moment, although the Archangel and his Ninth Legion have not yet rushed to the forefront of the war, they are only doing their best to clear out some greenskin reinforcements that will affect the battle line, but the trajectory of Sanguinius himself is very complicated. It’s clear: After the work of the Ninth Legion is almost completed, Baal’s Archangel is approaching very reasonably for the reason of "recovering the remaining green-skinned remnants"...

Fulgrim's location.

【Aha~】

The primarch chuckled, attracting the eager offspring around him.

"Where do we need support, my lord?"

Rana asked first.

【Is this...】

The Spider Queen laughed.

[Just follow me: I know where the most critical battlefield is. 】

[By the way, Rana: We need to adjust our communication channel to the lowest frequency. 】

"Ah, why..."

[After all, it’s on this battlefield. 】

[Even if it is the emperor's order, it will be interfered with a lot, won't it? 】

Morgan smiled, her most trusted heir naturally would not contradict her.

And when the Spider Queen's army began to advance towards the Emperor's Children, the Lord of Avalon did not forget to send a message to his blood relatives flying in the sky: Sanguinius's reply came quickly.

He didn't speak, but Morgan could feel it, when the archangel knew that his dear sister, like him, was heading in the direction of Fulgrim.

He was as cheerful as Jonson.