Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Horus and Dorn have arrived."

"The legions they command are now in low-Earth orbit above our heads, waiting for a temporary shelter to be arranged for them on the other side of the world: these warriors have nothing to do and are bored, and it will take several days to transport them all down."

"Maybe they are willing to talk about something?"

"This is indeed a good opportunity for an interview, but among them, there is no big shot worthy of our two special trips: the real stars are gathering around the Primarch at the parade tower that is several hundred meters high, and the authority required to approach there is terrifyingly high."

"You can't do it either, Ms. Qile?"

Mesati put down the paper and pen in her hand, took out a small bottle of milky white sunscreen from the lining of her robe, and controlled the strength of her fingertips like stroking a baby. She squeezed out a small amount and put it away with heartache: God has mercy on her, since she became a narrator, she found that these essences that are everywhere on Terra are so scarce in the Great Crusade.

The cream in her hand was just a common daily supply in the Recorder Academy of Holy Terra. Most students were too lazy to even collect their own share: but when Mesati came to the void, she found that the residents of hundreds of worlds had never even understood the concept of skin care products.

The young recorder had visited several agricultural worlds and wild worlds. These planets were famous for providing raw materials for the most popular luxury goods in the human empire, but in their lands, the atmosphere of extreme poverty and oppression made Mesati breathless: she gave up the pursuit of many luxury goods out of shame, and even became distant from the entire recorder team, and instead joined Ms. Qi Le's lone team.

They formed a small team and lived closely together for several years. Because of this, Mesati learned some little secrets around Qi Le: this famous beauty disappeared for several months before the recorder fleet left Terra, and no one knew where she went during this period.

They only knew that after Qile, who had a somewhat hot temper, reappeared, she became mysterious and withdrawn, and her thoughts and words began to be weird. At the same time, her authority was inexplicably high: I don’t know when Qile started to freely enter and exit those places that mortals can’t reach.

Mesadi knew the truth: In a high-level interview, Mesadi saw Ms. Qile take out a metal silver plate from her chest and casually send away the Lucifer Black Guards under the Imperial Guards: The characters on the silver plate were bright and there was no mistake, it was the name of the seal holder Malcador.

Qile did not hide this.

"The tower where the primarchs are located only allows three types of people to enter and exit: the imperial guards, their servants, or people who have been allowed by the seal holder. I do meet the third condition, but our mission today is not to interview someone specifically. Just wait here. Mesati, today's show has just begun."

"It will make you tremble with excitement."

"I hope it's trembling: not melting."

Mesati smiled, spread the skin cream in her hand evenly, and applied it on her cheeks and smooth forehead. Although her dark skin does not seem to need these things, as the recorder of the empire, maintaining manners and appearance is the basic skill of all of them.

(In the novel, Mesati is a charming woman with black skin, no hair, and hair above the eyebrows that is almost as long as below the eyebrows: anyway, I can't imagine how this combination can be matched to create a charming feeling)

The two of them are now in a small courtyard on the top of a tower, which is not far from the star port and the main road, and can capture every VIP who arrives in time: except that the sun in Ulano is really a bit scorching, Mesati can't find more faults: after all, it is a place that Qi Le can only take down with authority.

Although it is still a bit regretful that she can't get the first personal interview in her life, Mesati is quite satisfied with the other current situations: they enjoy a corner where no one disturbs them, appreciate the emperor's descendants who are as unattainable as gods, and gossip about their colleagues in their spare time, exchange information with each other, and make full preparations for future work and life.

Spending an afternoon like this is simply a pleasure.

It's a pity that there are not many afternoons like this left.

"Have you really thought about it, ma'am? Go to Dawnbreaker instead of Luna Wolf?"

While waiting for the waiters to serve them herbal tea and snacks, Mesati lowered her voice: This question has been bothering her for a long time. She doesn't understand why everyone who originally planned to go to the Luna Wolf Corps together to record the legendary deeds of the Wolf Shepherd God has new goals one after another.

"You are like this, and so is Ms. Caroline: she may have chosen Dawnbreaker."

"We are different."

Qile was neither sad nor happy, and the ordinary name could no longer bring out the expression on her face.

"Besides, without us, you will not lack company and friends in the Luna Wolf Fleet, Mesati, at least Sinderman chose to stay with the Wolf Shepherd God. Who else can represent the recorder better than him? He is the founder of our team."

"I know."

Mesati shook her head.

"Of course there will be no shortage. The Palmist has selected at least more than 4.3 million chroniclers like us from Terra, and evenly distributed them among the various expedition fleets: the total number of the main fleets invested by the Human Empire in the Great Expedition is no more than There are more than 4,600, and there is no need for the more than 60,000 squadrons that serve as auxiliary or defensive forces to let us pass."

"What I'm more curious about is: why did you finally choose the Far Eastern Frontier?"

"Would your reasons be the same as Ms. Caroline's?"

"No."

Keele raised her head slightly: two hours after Horus and Dorn arrived, it seemed that several more Primarch fleets were approaching. She witnessed with her own eyes the moment the Vengeful Spirit and the Eternal Crusade broke away from low-Earth orbit. , like a giant beast in the deep sea breaking through the waves.

It is impossible to ignore such two magnificent ships. The Vengeful Spirit has even become a symbol of the entire Great Crusade. Although people are also praising the legend of the Emperor's Dream, only a few people have witnessed it with their own eyes. On the contrary, It is Ying Yuecang's story that is more extensive.

Next to its sister, the Seventh Legion's Eternal Crusade can't help but look a little dim, but it is more practical: Dorn installed additional ship docking facilities and a flight deck on his flagship, using every inch of space Squeezed out to be used as a dormitory for soldiers, the Eternal Crusade can accommodate twice as many Astartes warriors as an ordinary battleship. It seems that it only needs to be dispatched together with the Phalanx to carry the Lord of Invite and his entire army. Legion.

"Unforgettable, isn't it?"

Mesati sighed softly.

"They all say that the Vengeful Spirit is the largest of all the Queens of Glory..."

"That's nonsense."

Ms. Keele frivolously interrupted Mesati's emotion and worship.

"The person who said this must have never seen the real legends in the Queen of Glory: the Unyielding Truth, the Glory of Macragge, and the Polaris. Oh, the last one is now called the Dawn Goddess. , these three battleships are the contenders for the biggest title.”

"Especially the Unyielding Truth and the Dawn Goddess. They were built long before the beginning of the Great Crusade. The Emperor and the Palmist personally supervised the construction of these two huge ships, using the power of Terra instead of Mars. Technology: The Indomitable Truth is so mysterious, but the reputation of the Dawn Goddess is known to everyone.”

"Me too."

Mesati nodded quickly, showing that he was by no means an ignorant person.

"Everyone knows that the Dawn Goddess carries a city in the void, a city in the true sense: even the Emperor Dream of the Lord of Mankind cannot do this because it lacks the most important residents, but If we consider it as a battleship alone, the Dawn Goddess is a bit...not doing its job properly?"

"Like its owner?"

"I didn't say that."

The two ladies chuckled until the waiter excused himself after serving the tea.

"So, is this the reason why you chose the Far Eastern Frontier, Ms. Keele: Just like Caroline rejected the invitation of the Emperor's Children, but also chose the Dawnbreaker Legion? This matter was caused by the Chronicler team. Even the person holding the seal heard about the turmoil.”

"I'm not surprised at all."

Qile tilted her head, her eyes capturing the magnificence and beauty above the sky.

Who would have thought that the Third Army would arrive at Ullanor so early.

"After all, Ms. Caroline is the most famous composer in the entire Holy Terra. She is a genius who has been praised by the Emperor and Malcador personally. She became the chronicler not because of the mission, but simply because she has a great reputation in the entire Holy Terra." There was nothing left to challenge her: her artistic hunger needed new inspiration.”

"I also know that as early as ten years ago, Fulgrim had heard of Lady Caroline's reputation on Holy Terra, and he personally invited the composer to his flagship: Caroline's First She is indeed eager to go to the Emperor's Pride, and she even planned in detail how to use the Emperor's Pride's Sun City area to perform her performance during the chat with me."

"But the turning point came from Caroline's conversation with several Avalonians: These artists from the East took the merchant fleet and traveled across the galaxy to Holy Terra to carry out the artistic exchange work they longed for. Rowling was deeply attracted by this courage and journey. She began to collect information about the Far Eastern frontier and recently changed her destination."

"Do you still remember the words she used to decline the invitation from the Pride of the Emperor?"

"Of course I remember."

Qile nodded.

"No one will ever forget her words."

Qile cleared her throat and repeated it solemnly.

"I will embrace a new kingdom, not a stacked ship."

"You should have seen the expressions on the faces of those Emperor's Children at that time."

"It is said that Phoenix is ​​sad about this?"

"That's right: especially when Caroline compares him to his sisters."

"Besides: He hasn't won yet."

"Did you know that just days after Caroline rejected the Emperor's Pride, Fulgrim, left as governor of his homeworld of Chemos, united the dozens of worlds around him and invited the Maelstrom More areas in the world were added to their [Phoenix Court]: The original body responded to this matter personally. He declared that he would use his home planet of Chemos as the center to create a [perfect country] famous in the galaxy. 】.

"Do you think it was Caroline's incident that stimulated Fulgrim?"

"It's not an exaggeration: but he did lose to Morgan in the aspects he was always proud of."

"And he lost with reason."

Qile shook her head slowly: what she said was the fact that all recorders knew.

"As an artist, Caroline's final choice is impeccable: the original founder of the Dawnbreaker established a brand new country in the originally barren Far East frontier, which is a new world completely opposite to Terra. Which creator can refuse such a source of inspiration? Even if the entire Avalon is excluded, the Aurora owned by Morgan alone is a great city with its own soul, and the inspiration for creation is everywhere there."

"Compared with it, although the Emperor's Pride is more gorgeous and magnificent, it still implements the same The same old stuff, imitating the clichés that Caroline and we have long been tired of seeing: whether it is piling up works or cultivating geniuses, for people like us, there is nothing new, let alone inspiration. "

"So, Caroline chose a completely unknown path and gave up the opportunity to board the Emperor's Pride: anyway, I can fully understand her choice, and the Emperor's Children are not angry about it, right?"

"Me too: I just don't know if Lord Fulgrim can understand it?"

"I find it difficult. "

Madam Keele narrowed her eyes.

"If it were something else, the Phoenix Lord might have maintained his composure."

"But in this matter, he was outdone by Morgan in the aspect he was most proud of, and outdone by another of his blood relatives: this was the most uncomfortable point for Fulgrim. Although he would not feel resentful about it, the phrase [perfect country] sounded a bit like knowing shame and then being brave."

"And it was too much."

"It was really bold to create a perfect country in a poor place like the Maelstrom where bandits were everywhere: God knows what kind of effect this great social experiment will create, but the remaining three Primarch kingdoms in the Maelstrom area seem to be conducting the same experiment."

"Maybe this is the Primarch."

The disdain in Ms. Qile's words made Mesati's scalp numb. Fortunately, the restlessness in the direction of the starport saved her. Four huge shadows came one after another, and countless people ran back and forth on the left and right of the main road: everything meant that a new batch of VIPs would arrive.

"Four at once?"

Qile raised the telescope and saw four flags rising at the starport. This group of people was obviously not as good-tempered as Horus and Dorn before: several dark green painted Astartes warriors drove away the crowd without saying anything and cleared a new path.

"Who are those people?"

"I know him: he should be Typhon, the captain of the 14th Legion."

"Are they the Death Guard?"

"Yes: Death Guard, Word Bearers, White Scars and Emperor's Children."

"Oh my God: can these four get together?"

"Not only that: it seems that their Primarchs are communicating about something."

"By the way, Mesati."

Qile put down the telescope and frowned at a flag in the distance.

"Has there been some bad rumors about the Word Bearers recently?"

"Not just [bad]: many of our fellow recorders are reluctant to join the Word Bearers, especially those who are most informed. They say that the current Seventeenth Legion is a bit... uh..."

"Not normal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what the new battle cry that has become popular in the Word Bearers is?"

"What is it?"

"In the name of the Emperor."

Mesati took a breath.

"Towards absolute purity."

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Additional: I have been busy these two days, running outside every day, and I don't come back until after ten o'clock, so there are not many updates these days. I will be able to update more tomorrow when I have nothing to do.

But then again, I seem to be in poor health recently. The doctor said a lot of problems when I went to the hospital for a physical examination last time. This time, the Chinese doctor also said...

Well... sad...