Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"According to the news from the starport, the first batch of Primarchs and Legions have arrived. The Vengeful Spirit and the Eternal Expedition are merging into low-Earth orbit. The two Primarchs and their lieutenants will arrive at the ground port in fifteen minutes: I have inquired and interviews are allowed there."

"Want to try, Ms. Qile?"

"Don't worry, Miss Mesati."

"Let those rough guys with their heads full of fame and fortune go and explore the way first."

"They are more informed than you: someone set out half an hour ago."

"This is unfair!"

"This is fair."

Euphrates-Qile smiled.

Her soft tone is as white as her face and as slender as her limbs, but she has incredible persuasiveness: Mesati wanted to say something, but her eloquence seemed to be quietly taken away. She could only stand beside Qile in frustration, watching this senior let go of the opportunity without panic.

The huge and iconic shadow of the Queen of Glory class battleship slowly slid over everyone's head, easily covering thousands of lives and buildings. The loud roar of the engine permeated the universe, symbolizing the arrival of the demigods and angel legions. Everyone on the ground became agitated because of this moment.

But Qile was an exception.

This tall lady was focusing all her attention on the high-quality handheld camera in her hand: this was a valuable item she brought out from the factory of Holy Terra. She only squeezed out a little bit of stingy energy to comfort the tireless companion beside her, so that she would not charge forward foolishly like others.

Qile knew that Mesati could do such a thing. As a seemingly weak and petite woman, her courage, determination and perseverance were amazingly magnificent: Qile even suspected that even in the face of the Primarch, Mesati would stick to her ideas without changing her face.

This is not a good thing, especially when you need to convince her: Unfortunately, now Mesati is in Qile's own responsibility, which is a prerequisite for her to leave the control of Holy Terra and join the Great Crusade.

It is also the task entrusted to her by the Seal Master.

Fortunately, this task only needs to continue until Mesati joins the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion, and ends the moment she parted ways with her: Qile chose the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion for herself. She dreamed of her fate with it in dozens of wonderful dreams.

A fate of gold and silver.

Qile sighed secretly, she put the barely functioning machine into her pocket, stood up with the help of Mesati, and patted the dust brought to her by the rocks under her: her numb calves were wrapped in thick military boots and jeans, and the black military jacket and white lining made her look more like a soldier taking a rest, rather than the object of pursuit of half of the expeditionary fleet.

Yes, at least half of the fleet.

Mesati witnessed everything: Ms. Qile's blonde hair and blue eyes made her suffer from the harassment of her colleagues on weekdays. This was also the reason why she was willing to leave the palace prepared for the narrators, which had sunshade glass and automatic temperature control system, and chose to eat sand in the sun on the ruins of the construction site near the land port area.

Mesati admired this rationality, so she also followed, and it turned out to be an extremely correct decision: when the narrators' palace doors were opened, allowing countless dignitaries to rush to the land port area, Qile and Mesati fell behind the crowd, discussing these pioneers with contempt.

"Are we really going to let these people throw us away, Ms. Qile?"

There was still a little anxiety in Mesati's voice.

"The Primarchs are right in front of us: this is the first opportunity in the entire Ullanor Conference, or even the entire Great Crusade. Before this, few people could interview these demigods, especially Lord Dorn. Terra's interest in him has been growing recently. If we..."

"Do you think you can convince Dorn? Or can you impress his honor guard?"

"Well... at least Horus..."

Mesati blinked, and his black jade-like pupils flashed with admiration: this young narrator has a special liking for Horus among the twenty Primarchs. This is not a secret in the entire narrator team, because most people like Horus.

"Lord Horus will never refuse our interview: his gentleness is known to everyone."

"That depends on the environment."

"Don't forget, no matter what: he is also the "Wolf God" in people's mouths."

Qile stretched out his arms, and his snow-white skin shone faintly under the corona.

"Look, Mesati."

"The officials, generals, nobles, and those gorgeous and arrogant fellows among our colleagues have shown their behavior as early as a month ago: why should we associate with these people? Their recklessness is bound to anger the Primarch."

"Have a little patience: for your own sake."

"After all, we don't need to bear the wrath of these demigods for no reason."

Qile's voice was still soft, but the coldness contained in it made Messati shiver under the scorching sun: she often doubted whether the old man who guided her really had all the emotions that belong to human beings. Most of the time, her actions and words seemed to have been separated from the dimension they were in. She was commenting on everyone from above, as if she and others were not the same kind of creature or race.

This made Messati feel uncomfortable.

She obeyed Qile's words, slowed down her pace together, and waited beside the main road that could allow an entire legion to advance side by side: In the next ten days, countless elites of the Human Empire will travel from this road using giant engines and can Marching proudly along the broad road carved out by rock burners, they were inspected by the Supreme Emperor and the Primarchs.

That would be a legendary scene.

"It is said that it took the Mechanicus Priests only a few weeks to complete the foundation."

Mesadi wiped her sweat, and the approaching torch made her feel annoyed: it was a pillar made of the skull of a giant orc, using an enemy that left a sufficient impression on the human expeditionary force in the Ullanor War. : Their skin and flesh were washed away, and a brazier with smokeless promethium was installed on the savage skulls, burning with blue-white flames that would last for dozens of days and nights without any sign of stopping.

Thousands of victory torches like this were erected, extending from one end of the skyline to the other: the main road where the parade was about to be held almost cut the entire Ullanor Prime in half lengthwise, and the torch There is a place every three or five steps away. This is the best way to show off the huge number of enemies killed by the human expeditionary force on the Ullanor front.

"It is said that they left tens of millions of green-skinned corpses for this purpose, first chopped off their heads and used them for other purposes, and then buried the bodies together with the remains of the orc palace in the valley-like crevices : The iron needle of the Cult of Mechanicus cut a hole in the land of Ullanor and easily closed it. The upper part of this rift valley is the main road used to inspect the army. "

Messati told this story not long ago like a little girl, marveling at the miraculous construction process that she could not see with her own eyes. The breath of excitement lingered around her so thickly that she almost had it. To the point where it is visible to the naked eye: like every narrator in the world.

"Can you imagine? Ms. Qile, all nineteen legions will participate in this review ceremony. Those legendary warriors will appear in our lenses. The shadows of Titans and battleships will make people crazy with excitement. But the most important thing is not that: when I think that I have the opportunity to take all the Primarchs in the same photo, I feel that my life so far has been successful.”

"My life was built for this day."

Mesati touched her lips: only then did she realize that her fingers were trembling.

"A work that could contain all the Primarchs, and perhaps even the Emperor, whether it be a photograph, a scroll, or a transcript of an eyewitness, it is destined to be immortalized along with the entire Great Crusade: Maybe even ten thousand years from now in the galaxy, there will be countless people competing for the works I left behind.”

"I shall be immortal: with all this."

"Aren't you excited?"

"I've already been excited."

Where Qile stood, it seemed that she was separated from the whole world by a thick barrier. She stared at the airport in the distance without sadness or joy: originally there was only the friction sound of mechanical operation, neat and monotonous, but now, accompanied by two teams The figure of the shuttle is gradually approaching, but the noise belonging to humans has already come from behind.

Even though they were thousands of meters apart, Qile could still hear various people loudly requesting to enter the port area. Most of them were Narrators, madmen who came out of Holy Terra. They hold all kinds of gorgeous titles in their own small circle, and they all think they are some great big shot.

They waved the badges and identification documents in their hands, all wanting to show their uniqueness, but the voices of the guards overshadowed everyone: these were just the mortal forces sent by the Imperial Army, the Astartes who actually served as guards. They didn't even bother to open their mouths to disperse the mortals in front of them. They were all focused on the slowly descending shuttle.

First there was an excited shout, and then there was a sound wave like ocean waves, which made Qile frown and cover her ears.

"All right."

She hummed disdainfully.

"It seems the Primarchs have arrived."

After another ten minutes, two figures as tall as iron towers gradually emerged from the edge of Keele and Mesadi's field of vision. Their iconic heights and god-like aura all explained their noble identities: Horus. He and Dorn were walking along the main road, preparing their heirs to experience the grand military parade that would officially begin in more than ten days.

What is surprising is that neither of these two outstanding generals wore armor. The Wolf Shepherd wore a set of regular clothes. The texture of the clothes seemed to be leather or metal, but the iconic huge wolf skin still did not go away. He only had a ceremonial sword hanging on his waist, and there was still a formulaic smile on his broad face: this seemed to explain why the Primarchs arrived so slowly.

Beside him, the Lord of the Imperial Fist was obviously not as heart-shaped as his brother: Dorn chose to keep his ceremonial armor, but still kept himself fully armed. His eyes remained on the road and the road from beginning to end. The building looked like a security officer rather than the original body. When Horus noticed the two ladies waiting on the roadside and waved to them with a smile, Dorn still needed his brother to pat him on the shoulder to remind him, Then he gave me a stingy look.

Despite this, neither Primarch stopped in their tracks, and even the gentle Horus merely said hello and returned to his conversation with Do: Messati for their godlike demeanor. Obsessed, Keele's attention shifted to the other side. When the emperor's heirs began to turn their backs to them, Messati turned around and noticed Keele's gaze.

She looked along and was shocked to find those names that also existed in the legend: when the light of the Primarchs dissipated slightly, the people behind them became equally conspicuous. Although the two Primarchs did not carry too many There are only a dozen guards in total, but every member among them is a famous person.

"Oh my God."

Messadi shook her head, countless legends were in her mouth.

"Look at them."

"Sigismund, Sejanus, Torgadon or Abaddon: I have seen Abaddon's statue on Hesta before. It is the best statue I have ever seen. That entire star sector There is no statue of Horus, but every world commemorates Abaddon."

(As one of the Three Heroes of the Great Crusade, Abaddon was even more famous on some conquered worlds than his Primarch.)

"etc……"

Before the exclamation in his mouth could even come to an end, Mesati suddenly frowned.

"Who is that person: He is so close to the ranks of the Four Kings Council."

"It seems his name is Loken."

Qile recalled it.

"Commander of the 10th Company: Word is that he will be offered a better position soon."

"Is that so..."

Mesati nodded.

"He feels so...weird."

…

"I think so too."

Loken nodded and looked away from the two mortal women. Then he noticed that Togaton was smiling at him: This smile made Loken feel helpless. Togaton was his biggest headache in the Council of Four Kings. people.

It's not that this humorous company commander has any bad habits, he just likes to make fun of everyone by nature. The more serious he is, the more he likes to tease: In the past, this victim was little Horus, but now The artillery fire focused on Loken.

"Do you know them?"

The smile on Togaton's face made Loken believe that even if he hesitated, there would be some very bad rumors surrounding him.

"No, this is the first time I've seen them: Are they the same group as those in Star Port?"

"Narrator?"

"I guess so."

Abaddon, who was walking in front, didn't look back, his tone was low.

"But these two at least still have some points: I want to draw my sword for the ones in Starport."

"Don't be so angry, Abaddon."

"This is a normal emergency mechanism. It is unimaginable that a guy like this will be incorporated into our expedition fleet immediately, and it is said that he will be assigned to every battleship and company. I can already foresee a future where I will be bored to death. :Did you hear that word coming out of their mouths?"

Abaddon tilted his head, gnashing his teeth like an orc chewing.

"Specialized interview?"

"It's better to kill me: I'd rather die than let them into my personal bedroom."

"What about you, Lorcan?"

The first company commander's random thoughts did not attract Togaton's attention. He threw the question to the tenth company commander: The word interview also made Loken stiff for a moment. The thought of his private space being occupied by these mortals His mood was not much better than Abaddon's.

Especially...

Loken turned his head again. Their team was about to leave the two solitary female narrators behind. His eyes stayed on the two of them for the last moment: specifically, on the shorter, skinny one. On a dark and shiny woman.

"Mesati."

He whispers the name: a conversation carried by the breeze between two female narrators.

Loken secretly remembered the name.

He should stay away from him from now on.

after all……

I don't know why, but from the moment he saw this Messati lady, Loken felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart: it was like his intuition was warning him.

This lady would bring him trouble: big trouble.