Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Sanguinius, my brother."

"It's been a long time since we last met."

When their respective flagships arrived in the orbit of Ullanor one after another, and the shuttles they were on landed almost at the same time, allowing the blood brothers to look at each other, the two Primarchs were strangely quiet for a moment, and then quickly changed their faces into full smiles.

Magnus was the first to speak. The king of Prospero wore a golden-red coat wrapped in gorgeous embroidery, with bare arms and jewel-studded wristbands on his brachialis: the gene-father of the Thousand Sons also specially used the feathers of the giant raptors unique to his home planet to weave a wing-like cloak, which looked slightly similar to the angelic demeanor of Sanguinius from a distance.

Seeing this scene, the upright Archangel Baal couldn't help but jump his eyebrows.

But his smile remained the same: no one could accuse such a smile of making everyone feel relaxed and happy.

"Magnus, brother."

The angel opened his arms, showing sincere joy, and hugged Magnus. He kissed the Scarlet King on both cheeks. The passionate affection between the Primarchs made every onlooker intoxicated. If you only watch this brief scene, everyone will believe that there is the purest blood relationship between the Emperor's children.

But after a moment, the atmosphere here returned to normal, because the smile on Sanguinius's face was no longer so strong, and it easily returned to normal gentleness: just when Magnus wanted to take advantage of his height and take the opportunity to put his arm around his brother's shoulders and reminisce about the glorious years together, the angel took a half step back imperceptibly and turned to introduce Magnus to his descendants behind him.

He made way for the Scarlet King to walk side by side with him and remain close in front of everyone, but the angel's small move quickly changed the atmosphere between the two people to a public place. Some requests that were originally lingering in Magnus' heart and were almost spoken out by his impulsive nature had to be swallowed back by the Primarch temporarily.

Forget it, there will be time later: it is still early to Nikaea.

The Father of the Thousand Sons didn't care much about it. His face was still radiant because of the long-awaited reunion with one of his best brothers. He didn't think there was anything strange about Sanguinius's behavior: anyway, in his impression, Sanguinius has always been a little tense in front of outsiders, which can be regarded as a not-so-small flaw of the Archangel.

So, Magnus also took the opportunity to introduce the attendants behind him. Their names sounded very strange to the angels, and there was no glory or past achievements between the lines: this situation is not difficult to understand, after all, the Scarlet King and the Thousand Sons Legion have disappeared from the public for almost twenty years, and they have never been keen to contribute to the Great Crusade.

So, no one remembers them.

No one has the leisure to help them.

The angel shook his head inwardly, and then noticed something strange.

"Where is Ahriman? Didn't you always bring him with you before?"

"He's with Morgan."

Magnus smiled, like a father discussing his successful son.

"Ahriman has made his own career with our sisters. He is in charge of the Think Tank Academy on Avalon and works all day to improve the think tank system. Now his students are all over the legions: even the younger think tanks in your legion are probably his former students."

"He hopes that I can understand and support the career he has created, so that he can stay in the Far East Frontier for a long time, because he can't find anyone who can take over his career: how can I not support him? Sanguinius, his efforts and sweat make me proud."

"I see."

The angel nodded.

"No wonder every time I accidentally hear the chats of my think tanks, I always hear the strange word [Principal] in their conversations. I thought it was someone else: but I remember that your Ahriman is actually more famous in the arena, right? Even the champion swordsmen under my command are honored to have a real sword duel with him in the duel arena."

"It's just a side door."

Magnus shook his head disdainfully.

"That's just his hobby."

"But, then again, brother."

The Scarlet King blinked, a trace of worry flashed across his cheek, causing Magnus to speed up his pace. The Archangel followed him silently: the two Primarchs' attempt to have a private chat did not escape the eyes of the two Primarch Guards behind them. After leaving a considerable distance for the Gene Fathers, these armed servants began to look at each other.

Magnus's guards were wrapped in completely airtight armor, seemingly silent as dead bodies, but in fact, the communication and exchanges between them had already been boiling in the subspace through psychic energy. They discussed these disturbing warriors under the angels. They had pale skin and sharp eyes. The one called Amit was still always maintaining a ferociousness ready to tear the people in front of him to pieces.

It was really strange, compared to the art and beauty that were most sought after in the Ninth Legion on a daily basis, the Archangel seemed to want to show more of the bravery of his soldiers on this occasion in Ullanor: he didn't care what others thought, he just wanted to give his best officers a stage to receive glory in front of everyone, even if this would cause the Ninth Legion to suffer a little criticism in the future.

Unlike the Thousand Sons, although the Blood Angels team also remained silent, their communication was through their eyes. The subtle fluctuations between pupils and arcs of light were enough for the brothers fighting side by side to understand: Amit's bravery The guy was mocking the Thousand Sons opposite with his soft hum, but the beauty was ruined. Moreover, a humble man like Radolon was quietly thinking in his heart, what if a conflict broke out between them and the heirs of Magnus? , then how long will it take for them to end the battle?

"Did you notice?"

Just as Radolon was mentally speculating on how he should chop off the head of the son of Magnus across from him, the sound of Amit's chewing teeth came from the communicator: surprisingly calm.

"These guys, the Thousand Sons, are completely different from the think tanks in our legion."

"What do you mean?"

"breath."

Amit was breathing heavily.

"Don't you think the subspace aura of these Thousand Sons is too strong? It's almost a hundred times stronger than our think tank, and it makes me breathless. I can't imagine what these guys are doing on a daily basis. : Just thinking about it makes me want to go under the knife.”

"Stop your thoughts!"

Radolon frowned.

"I tell you, Amit, this is Ullanor. The Lord of Mankind and all the Primarchs are watching our every move. If you dare to cause trouble here, no matter who the father of the gene is, No matter how I sentence you, I will never let go of your foolishness."

"I know."

The sound of Amit's teeth grinding made Ladoron's scalp feel numb. The flesh-tearer seemed to be hiding great anger.

"That just makes me angry."

"These idiots are venting their aura unscrupulously in front of so many people, as if they are afraid that others will not know how thoroughly immersed they are in the subspace: when I think of the next psyker conference, we are actually with these people This group of people are allies in the same trench, and the outcome of the meeting will affect the fate of the think tank brothers in our legion, which gives me a headache.”

"Mark my words, Radolon: sooner or later we will be dragged down by these fools."

"..."

Radolon had nothing to say.

To a certain extent, he had to agree with Amit's thoughts: Although as the legion that has implemented the most complete psychic transformation, the breath of subspace surging in the bodies of the Thousand Sons warriors is not something that is difficult to understand. But the aura is actually so strong that even warriors like Taladoron and Amit, who are not psychic at all, can actually feel it, which is a bit too scary.

What on earth are they doing?

A sigh was sealed in the red armor of the Blood Angel. His gradually cold eyes glanced at the Sons of Magnus in front of him, and then turned to look at their only hope: just like in the past few decades, When this sharp but real question forced him to face but could not give an answer, Radolon, one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, gave the same answer as an ordinary Blood Angel.

"Don't think so much."

"The Primarch must have an idea: all we have to do is implement it."

"He can't always have an idea..."

Amit was still muttering dullly, but Radolon no longer wanted to hear it.

There was only one thought in his mind right now.

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"To be honest, if I had a choice, I actually wouldn't want to get involved in the bad things here."

Breathing in the smell of rust on Ullanor that seemed to have not dissipated, Magnus' long sighs were all seen by the archangel. Sanguinius remained silent. He did not ruthlessly point out to his scarlet brother, Prospero's acting is really terrible.

Not even as good as Fulgrim.

"Me too, brother."

The angel spoke softly, but his easy-going tone had extraordinary credibility. As soon as Magnus got the answer he wanted, he couldn't wait to abandon the exclamation just now, and quickly showed an excited expression, like a child He seemed to come closer, but then took a slight detour before the final topic.

Arrogant at first and respectful at the end.

Sanguinius smiled, silent.

He listened as the genetic father of the Thousand Sons began to talk at length. The past glory and the few times they fought side by side became the topics of conversation in Magnus's mouth: That was all a long time ago, because the Thousand Sons Legion did not exist in the first place. He had been active in the Great Crusade for too long, only thirty or forty years.

The angel noticed all this with a smile. He seemed to be satisfied with this completely superficial way of talking, and noticed that Magnus had tried countless times during the conversation to divert the topic to their friendship, which was an alliance of blood. superior.

This is difficult: because they have no friendship with Ben.

In the end, the Scarlet King instead took an unimagined path.

"Seriously, bro."

Magnus was a little thirsty. He had to divert his energy to deal with the cheering mortals on both sides of the main road and wave to them. In this regard, he was far less capable than Sanguinius. Outstanding: Every move of the Archangel can set off violent cheers in the crowd of mortals. He only waved his hands a few times and didn't even say hello, but compared to Magnus's continuous smiles and salutes, Even more impressive to mortals.

It's really unfair.

The Scarlet King shook his head secretly.

"I'm a little surprised that you don't know about Ahriman's affairs on the Far Eastern frontier."

"Never mind, Magnus."

The angel winked playfully and begged his brother for forgiveness.

"I'm not the kind of guy who likes to spy on brother troops at will."

"Ah, I know, Sanguinius: you're not that guy."

"I understand: I just thought you would be more concerned about Ahriman's movements."

"How to say?"

"Have you forgotten? You already knew Ahriman as early as when the three of us had a drink and chatted in Baal. He was an excellent warrior in your words at that time. At that time, the Far Eastern Frontier had not yet been established. Our sister Morgan Still the favorite of the Caliban lion.”

"How could I forget."

The archangel laughed and waved to the crowd nearby, causing cheers that spread for kilometers.

"However, you seem to have a little objection to our brother Zhuangson?"

"Just some grudges."

The Scarlet King was a little dissatisfied.

"Things can be traced back to the time when Morgan stayed in my legion. At that time, she was just a mortal in our eyes, but I have already seen that she is extraordinary, because I have never seen such an outstanding mortal. : I see her as a reliable assistant and confidant, and Perturabo can attest to that.”

"So, when Zhuang Sen sent the call for the Ran Dan War to my legion, out of loyalty and consciousness to the Great Crusade, I handed over a group of my best warriors to Zhuang Sen, including Ali. Mann and Morgan, but none of these warriors survived except those two."

"Sorry, Magnus."

The angel nodded.

"But you're not alone: ​​the Dark Angels have suffered the most."

"I know, and I have never felt sorry for Caliban on this subject: what really angers me is that concerning Morgan, Jonson imprisoned my chosen mortal assistant without even asking. There, and in the following decades, it became more and more comfortable to use it, and I dared to take Morgan into any dangerous battle situation. "

"If Morgan is not our sister, but a real mortal, then I will most likely permanently lose the best assistant I have ever encountered: At that time, how should Jonson defend himself? How should Jonson defend himself? How to make up for it? I don’t think he even bothered to think about it.”

"He takes it for granted and thinks everyone else is as indifferent as he is."

"Don't say that to his face."

"I'm not stupid: if I really wanted to say it, I would have encouraged Leman Russ to say it."

The Scarlet King grinned.

"The only thing that comforts me is that Morgan has become our sister, and she and I have been able to develop the purest friendship. In addition, Ahriman has also returned safely from that terrible battlefield, and he has become the heir that I am most proud of." : I will thank the blessing of fate at this time, otherwise I will lose the child who made you and Chagatai Khan praise each other in Ba'er. "

"He's certainly impressive."

The angel nodded insincerely. He noticed that the mortal figures gathered beside the main road were gradually becoming sparse, which made the two ladies staying on the lonely tower look so eye-catching: the angel waved to them specifically, and he recognized them. Those are two chroniclers.

It's interesting: Fulgrim would have liked these eulogists, but Sanguinius was wary of these outsiders.

"Look there, Magnus."

He pointed to the two women.

"Are the Thousand Sons Legion prepared to let the Narrator enter their fleet?"

"It depends."

Magnus spread his hands.

"It depends on whether there are individuals among them who can accept psychic energy. If they cannot understand the wonders of warp energy, then they will have a very difficult life on Prospero: Although I do not object to the passage of these mortals' I use pen and paper to explain the mysteries of psychic powers, but I also know the limits of their humble abilities.”

"That's it."

The angel glanced at his brother and wisely did not continue the topic: because he noticed that Magnus's brows were now frowning together, which was understandable, after all, they were about to walk to the parade tower, leaving them with There was indeed not much private space left. The Scarlet King, who had been circling for such a long time but still did not get San Leth inside, was obviously a little anxious now.

Anxiety was written on his face. Although Magnus was a scholar, he was still a reckless guy at heart. He lacked real patience and rational thinking: the archangel shook his head helplessly, and he opened his mouth, It seemed that he had just realized the hint of the Scarlet King.

That ignorant gesture with a hint of nostalgia was enough to amaze Morgan.

"Seriously, Magnus."

The smile on Sanguinius's face stole the Crimson King's soul in an instant.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I might have forgotten the time I entertained you on Baal. Thank you for reminding me, brother: it was such a nostalgic day. The three of us created some amazing things together there. A cause that impresses people, your words and my words create the initial cornerstone of the think tank system.”

"That's right: Morgan joined our team after a while, and since then we have been a strong team. Even a distant brother like Chagatai has been faithfully giving his advice. , you are my most valued friend.”

Magnus quickly took a step forward and eagerly grabbed the angel's olive branch.

"We have been fighting side by side, fighting side by side on various occasions, haven't we?"

"Of course."

The angel smiled, and his smile was exactly the answer Magnus needed at this moment.

"So?"

"So..."

The Scarlet King hesitated, as if he didn't want to show his powerlessness.

"So, I think when our cause is threatened by some unreasonable accusations, I can still count on your help: just like I can count on Chagatai and Morgan, count on all the rationality and wisdom in the galaxy, stand on the side of truth, right?"

"Of course."

The angel did not hesitate, he spit out the answer he had prepared long ago.

"I will do my best, Magnus: defend our common cause."

"Trust me."

"I will stand on the side of reason."

Sanguinius smiled: just like Magnus at this moment.