Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Just as Morgan claimed, Jonson, who was far away on the other side of the battlefield, had actually received the message from the Spider Queen a long time ago.

Not only did he receive it, but it was so detailed that it made people feel like they were there: the Calibans only had to glance at Morgan's words and could naturally imagine the corresponding scene, which was unique to him.

The reason for this is that Jonson is the person in the entire empire who can best understand the Spider Queen's writing style. He can basically read every little trick or hint in Morgan's writing: this is an ability that even Lana and Virgo envy.

In contrast, the Lion is also the person who has the greatest influence on Morgan's writing: no matter who the Lord of Avalon is writing to, between her lines, there will always be a bit of the feeling of a face-to-face conversation with Jonson.

This habit cannot be changed, and it will not even be noticed by the two parties involved.

The message sent by Morgan first echoed in Jonson's mind, and then automatically appeared on a special narrative board: this narrative board was a gift from the Spider Queen to her Caliban brothers decades ago. Jonson took it with him and traveled to every battlefield and palace from now on: its status is more stable than the Lion Sword.

After receiving the message, reading and judging it carefully, the Primarch of the First Legion followed another habit and changed the "Morgan" at the end of the message to "Jonson", and then sent it intact as his own instruction to various knights on the battlefield.

However, before sending it out, the Lion King still thought carefully again, and finally changed his name back to Morgan's name: there was no need to send any additional orders. The Spider Queen's explanation of the value of the tower in the distance was enough to let the high-ranking knights of the Dark Angels understand what they should do next.

After all, the people that Jonson brought with him this time were basically old men from Terra, and they had more combat experience than the Lion himself. This was also the reason why Jonson could delegate his command and lead a few elite troops to slaughter the greenskins wantonly: the First Legion could operate on its own even without the command of the Primarch.

The casualties were even lower.

In the moments when he occasionally took a break from the battle, the Lord of Caliban would look at all this with satisfaction, looking at how each high-ranking knight commander was at ease outside his control: He had heard the Emperor say that the most recognized and powerful army in the human empire, the Emperor's Guards, was a loose army that lacked strict organization in a sense.

As the hands of the Lord of Mankind, the Custodians do not have a power system based on high obedience and extreme worship like the Emperor's Children. Their hierarchy is simple and loose. Except for a few people such as Valdor, the head of the Custodians, and the tribunes, there is no complicated [middle class] in the whole army. Even the captain of the shield guard does not have the theoretical power of life and death.

This recognized strongest legion has neither any team spirit nor any brotherhood between each other. Even the Custodians in the same team are just [fighting together] instead of fighting side by side as a unified group.

The disadvantages of this system are obvious, but the Custodians' individual super-high quality and unshakable loyalty save all this. Jonson hopes that his warriors can do the same, because in his bones, the Calibans are like any Primarch: he does not think that his warriors are worse than the Emperor's Custodians.

(To be honest, I don't quite understand the almost guerrilla system of the Imperial Guards. Maybe Westerners think that soldiers with super high individual qualities can completely ignore the group spirit of organization or discipline. It can be regarded as the inheritance of the knights in the new era.)

The best army?

He didn't admit it.

Slowly wiping off the dirt left on his armor by another orc warlord, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but snorted, raised his head, and estimated the distance between him and the tower: more and more Dark Angels are spontaneously gathering around their original body. After a decisive annihilation operation, the First Legion has successfully cleared the greenskin army in the area where they are located.

Unlike the Luna Wolves, which quickly attacked and advanced rapidly, but left a lot of orc remnants and needed subsequent brother troops to make up for them one by one, the Dark Angels may move a little slower, but every inch of land they pass through is spotless, and there is no need to bother other brother troops.

The warriors of the First Legion have never had the tradition of causing trouble for others.

Moreover, the First Legion's experience in [annihilation] and [cleaning work] is far superior to that of all the Astartes Legions. Jonson's warriors can strike the best balance between speed and quality: the Lion never needs to worry about these issues. The only thing he has to do is to occasionally use his sword to point out the next goal for his legion warriors.

Just like what he is doing now.

When the last Knight Commander, Astelan, who is used to [parting ways] with the Primarch, also casts his eyes on the Lion, Jonson slowly wipes the bloody sword, and then points the sword directly to the distant spire: Morgan's message has been conveyed, and the Lion's order only requires a gesture.

Just like decades ago.

Jonson stroked his beard comfortably.

He likes this feeling: very much.

The First Legion took action again.

But it was at this time that Morgan's second message, as well as the collision of heaven and earth caused by the Lord of Mankind on the far side, simultaneously resounded in the minds of the First Legion: The high-ranking knight captains have not yet left, and they and Together, Zhuang Sen witnessed something strange on the other side of the battlefield. He saw the mountain-like beast collided with their emperor and the mountains collapsed and the earth collapsed.

However, the Dark Angels behaved much more calmly than their blood relatives: they neither fell to their knees in embarrassment, nor did they forget to breathe because of Emperor Ullanor's majesty, although they were still surprised and stunned. Existing, but only for a moment: even Jonson himself.

When he saw the dark figure of the emperor of Ullanor rising straight into the sky, the lion's pupils couldn't help but shrink, but soon returned to their original state: that figure was very scary, but it was far from Zhuangson's. The past that is buried deep in my heart and unwilling to be recalled is even more terrifying. This orc king is probably ranked in the top ten or even the top five in Zhuang Sen's dark memories.

It's really not simple...

Zhuang Sen sighed for a moment, then turned around indifferently, intending to move towards the tower in the distance. The Terran veterans beside him did not raise any objections: Although they could see the Emperor and such a huge figure from a distance, The tit-for-tat scene of the beasts is indeed a wonderful story, and even a moment worthy of recalling a hundred years later, but it is not enough for them to change the pace of the war.

The soldiers of the First Legion have seen scenes like this many times.

But just a moment later, this calmness was ruthlessly torn apart: before the Dark Angel's cavalry could move forward, Coswayne's scream attracted everyone's attention, and they followed his trembling guidance. , the originally inviolable golden light pillar on the skyline gradually collapsed and disintegrated under the mountain-like shadow of the Ullanor Beast. The speed was so fast that everyone in the First Legion was stunned in place. I thought this would be the result.

"Emperor..."

Astlan's mouth opened wide. He was more shocked than anyone present. As the oldest member of the First Legion and a confidant who had followed the Emperor's footsteps since the beginning of the Unification War, when he witnessed the scene in front of him, Astelan even felt that part of the pride in his heart was killed forever, shattered together with the Emperor's victory crown in the iron-gray dirty sky of Ullanor.

"How is this possible..."

Someone murmured beside him, the voice was fragile and pale, as if coming from another world on the other side, but it was enough to wake Astlan from his shock: this man had served for more than three hundred The old veteran only felt that his throat was hoarse and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe. He was stumbling around like a young boy, watching, looking in vain for anyone who could help him.

Out of instinct, his eyes finally rested on Zhuang Sen.

Zhuang Sen, whom he had always despised, was the father he had never wanted to acknowledge.

"grown ups!"

Astlan's voice was trembling, piercing the silence like a needle, attracting everyone's attention.

"We must go to the Emperor's aid immediately!"

"He needs our swords!"

The Terran veteran roared at the original body, roaring with a complete loss of etiquette. Just with his current movements and voice, Jonson could have slapped his head away with peace of mind, but the Caliban did not do this, he just Looking at the broken Emperor's Light Pillar in the distance: It's not quite appropriate to say it was broken, but it was just silent and out of their sight, as if it was being suppressed.

When he reacted, completely out of his own instinct, Jonson staggered two steps in the direction of the emperor. It seemed that he planned to respond to Astlan's request with action, and immediately turned around and led the First Legion to support.

But it's only two steps.

After two steps, Caliban stopped his steps unknowingly. He still raised his head and looked in the direction of the emperor, his eyes changing with countless expressions, from the initial shock to the inexplicable later. What's more, the frown on his face became tighter and tighter, and his already serious face tightened into a piece of withered leather.

He was silent. Amidst Astlan's heavy breathing and the oppression of the Dark Angels, the Lion fell into a long silence. He seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him: as if he had never thought that the Emperor would be so-called. The Ullanor Beast Emperor was suppressed, and naturally he didn't know what to do next.

In a daze, Jonson moved forward in the direction of the emperor, which seemed to convey a clear order: headed by Astlan, who was inexplicably excited, the Dark Angel's army was immediately ready to change direction and cross the entire battlefield. Support their king.

But when the sound of the First Legion's iron boots on the ground passed by his ears, Caliban, who was originally in a daze, seemed to suddenly wake up. He lowered his head, straightened up again, and coughed: Most of the knight commanders immediately stopped and looked at their Primarch again. After everyone did so, Astlan and others who had already rushed to the front reluctantly turned back.

"grown ups!"

Astlan roared again, but Jonson had shaken off his daze.

"Continue with the original plan."

His voice was calm, as if the crisis in the distance didn't exist.

"But! But the emperor..."

"Do as I say!"

The roar of the lion drowned out Astlan's argument.

"I have given my order: I think it is a clear order!"

After that, the Lion replaced the sword with his eyes. He silently swept the faces of every warrior present. Except for Astelan and a few Terran veterans, no Dark Angel dared to look at the Lion, whether Terran or Caliban.

"Do as I say."

When he spoke again, everyone present could hear the confidence in the Lion's chest. Although the battle between the Emperor and the Beast seemed to be in a deeper crisis on the skyline, Jonson had already turned a blind eye to it. Maybe a glance of worry flashed in the corner of his eyes, but when he looked at the Legion soldiers, his face had become the usual unquestionable look.

He walked down the hillside, passed through the warriors who were still in confusion and entanglement, and strode towards the tower, towards the victorious end of this war, letting everyone know which side he chose: the lion's steps were firm and unstoppable, and he left all his hesitations behind until Astelan's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Isn't the safety of the Lord of Mankind the most important thing! More important than victory!"

"..."

The legion was silent, even Koswain did not stand up to refute this, but instead looked at the lion with worry: no one could answer this question, and no one in the entire First Legion was qualified, except for the Primarch in front of them.

And Jonson was just silent.

He stood there, silent.

A long silence.

So long that it was terrifying.

Corswain breathed nervously. Since he followed the lion, he had never seen Jonson silent for such a long time: no difficult war decision was enough to make Jonson fall into such a dead silence, not even the Emperor Randan and that man.

How long was he silent?

One minute... or two minutes?

God knows what a gene father can think of in a minute?

Corswain opened his mouth, but before he could lick his dry lips, his gene father stopped the long silence: Jonson still didn't say anything, he just used actions instead of words as before.

He turned his head and took a look at the illusion of the Emperor fighting in trouble.

Then...

Look back.

Draw the sword.

Take a step.

Breathe.

Move forward.

Move forward in silence.

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Jonson gave his answer.

And a minute later, the First Legion, the entire First Legion, including Corswayn and Astelan, followed the pace of their gene father: whether without hesitation, gritting their teeth, or angry to the point of bulging veins.

But no one left.

They moved forward.

Silently.

The light of the Lord of Mankind still flickered behind them, the plight of the Lord of Mankind still troubled their souls, and the oath of the Lord of Mankind still constrained their steps: but all of the above, all of them, no longer had anything to do with them.

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Additional: I went out to do some work for my relatives today, and I didn't get home until after ten o'clock, so I wrote these first.

Don't think about it, I didn't play Black Myth, because I only have a Lenovo office laptop that has been used for seven years, and the edges are cracked, and there is no hardware condition at all...

I don't even have steam...

(*)