Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"It is said that their entire camp refuses to use any servitor units."

"It is hard to imagine how bloated and wasteful this will be."

"Honestly, brother, such an order is really not like the Soul Drinker can..."

"Okay, Fabius, shut up."

"You have one night to talk to the whole of Ullanor, selling your smart brain or grand values, and find those battle brothers and primarchs as your audience. I just hope you can let my ears go: I still have a few duels to fight tonight."

"Ah, of course, I know."

Fabius, the chief pharmacist of the Emperor's Children Legion: the villain who may be famous in the galaxy with the title of Bayer in the future, is shutting his mouth and putting on a nonchalant look, looking at everything on the surface with contempt, and then giving them a stingy evaluation in his heart.

Undoubtedly, Fabius's behavior was annoying, but it had nothing to do with Akudona. The second captain of the Emperor's son was just thankful for the clarity of his ears: Emperor and Fulgrim, what he needed most now was this moment of peace.

Calm his brain: he was exhausted these days.

Akudona tightened his helmet. He didn't want the battle brothers behind him and the primarchs in front of him to see his embarrassment at this moment, although his embarrassment came from these people: from his suddenly ambitious gene father, and his useless blood brothers.

Looking up, the court swordsman glanced at the famous Gorgon Ferrus walking not far ahead, who was arm in arm with the famous gene father, who was missing his mother in his ear: the relationship between these two primarchs may be more famous than their respective achievements, and at least Fulgrim never hesitated to confirm the message of his close relationship with Ferrus on any occasion.

Whenever the two legions had any joint actions, Ferrus and Fulgrim would leave their offspring and occupy a shuttle alone, and this time was no exception: As a result, Akudona, who usually followed the Primarch, had to endure the nagging from Fabius all the way.

Why didn't he realize that this chief pharmacist was so talkative before?

Akudona glanced at Fabius who was walking side by side with him. This smart man with beautiful silver hair was staring at a formation of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence who happened to pass by them. His eyes stayed on the muscular muscles of the Custodians, and the greed in his pupils was almost undisguised.

"It is worthy of our Emperor's dedication to his creation: it is simply perfect."

Fabius muttered to himself, and considering that the distance between them and the Custodes was so close that the Golden Guards could easily hear the Chief Apothecary's whispers, Akudona felt that this was why Fabius's offensive look did not cause the Custodes' anger.

But the anger did not disappear, but only moved to Akudona's heart: especially when the court swordsman looked back and saw his battle brothers smiling, only caring about the scenery on the surface of Ullanor and belittling the decoration style of other legions.

This bunch of useless trash.

The court swordsman sighed: among the people present, he seemed to be the only one with a heavy heart.

This is natural: as Fulgrim's most trusted heir, Akudona knows better than anyone the current turmoil within the Emperor's Children Legion and the new life goals of their Gene Father.

To build a perfect country of Far Veins Kingdoms in the depths of the Maelstrom that has been in chaos for tens of millions of years? Even for Fulgrim, this was an arrogant idea: and when Phoenix revealed his new dream to his descendants, there was no objection in the entire Legion, as expected.

The Emperor's Children unanimously passed the Primarch's delusion with the usual cheers and praises.

As for the pessimists who were worried about this grand undertaking, or even those who opposed this idea from the bottom of their hearts, there were also some in the Legion: Akudona was one of them, but facing the Primarch's gaze, none of them could say a word of veto, and at most they could only remain silent amid the cheers of the crowd.

And this momentary weakness would require a long time to remedy from now on.

Although Phoenix did not intend to start his plan immediately, he had asked Akudona to carefully observe every battle brother in the Legion and look for professionals who could play a role in the future governance of the country: they couldn't rely on mortals for everything, right?

That violated Fulgrim's philosophy.

And Akudona never thought that this simple order would make him so irritated: the court swordsman seized the entire roster of officers of the Third Legion and inspected them many times, but he could only circle out a few names in the end.

What's more, whether these selected candidates are really capable of taking on the great cause in Fulgrim's mind remains to be determined: it is no problem to let them be governors to maintain the rule, but the Phoenix's expectations for his descendants are far more than just a governor.

This seems understandable. After all, governing these mortals has never been part of the perfect philosophy of the Emperor's Children Legion: even brothers like Vespasian or Tarvitz, who are worthy of expectation in personality, have their professional abilities questioned, not to mention those peacocks who are obsessed with swordsmanship or glory.

Why didn't he find out that their legion had such a huge shortcoming before?

Akudona groaned in pain, and his silence was ignored: only Fabius returned his eyes to the court swordsman after the squad of the imperial guards walked away: the chief pharmacist was sensitive to the low pressure of their champion.

"What's wrong with you, Akudona?"

"Nothing."

Akudona took off his helmet, took a deep breath of the rotten air on Ullanor, and forced a smile to Fabius: the court swordsman was not a fragile person, and the sadness in his heart lasted less than a second before he was crushed without hesitation.

Anyway, there was no rush, so he didn't need to be sad about it now. He should enjoy the grand event in Ullanor first: just as he told Fabius before, there were several duels waiting for him by the bonfire in the distance.

"I just wonder how powerful Abaddon they talk about is."

When it came to this, Akudona's pupils flashed again.

"Abaddon?"

Fabius knew the name.

"What happened to him?"

"His strength: we all know that Sigismund was the most outstanding battle brother in the entire Ullanor battle, but he told us that he actually lost to Dantioch of the Iron Warriors Legion in a fair one-on-one duel."

"Really?"

Fabius was a little unconvinced.

"I've heard of Dantioch, but not about his martial reputation."

Is he so strong?

"Me too, and Dantioch told all of us that his martial arts that could compete with Sigismund all came from Abaddon's gift and cultivation, and the Thousand Sons' Sword Saint Ahriman also personally confirmed this: With the golden words of these two fighting brothers, how could I not look forward to Abaddon's power?"

"After all, he is one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, isn't he?"

Fabius laughed.

"What you said has aroused my curiosity: even you, Akudona, didn't squeeze into the three heroes of the Great Crusade, what a valuable title that would be, but do you really think Sigismund is better than you?"

"Not necessarily now: he will definitely be able to surpass all of us in the future."

"What about Radolon? Why can he also be called one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade?"

This question made Akudona silent.

He thought for a while before answering Fabius with a frown.

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"I don't know either."

Midnight Haunter slumped beside the Roman stone column, hiding most of his body in the shadow. His slender face looked even paler because of the gradually sinking sunset of Ullanor. His arm exposed outside the robe stretched to one side, groped again and again, and then, like a magic trick, he brought a glass of strong wine to the Corax brother standing beside him.

"Wine? Where did it come from?"

The Raven King took it suspiciously, and then recalled the miserable state of Leman Russ before, and why he was so miserable: Facing Corax's inquiring eyes, Conrad just spread his arms, repeated the previous sentence, and did not forget to get himself a glass of wine.

"Don't look at me, I said."

"I don't know either."

Midnight Haunter was a little helpless.

"Yes, although I was sure decades ago that Morgan had the habit of brewing wine in private, I still don't know where our sister hid the wine she brewed for so many years, but fortunately she is willing to take it out for emergency."

"Not enough."

The Raven King looked at the fine wine in the cup, but did not rush to drink it. Instead, he instinctively cast his sights further away: standing on the top of the towering stairs of Camelot Palace, coupled with the excellent vision of the Primarch, Corax could easily take in most of the bonfire party scene.

He saw that with the night falling in Ullanor, this victory feast was slowly opening, and pale white fireworks rose one after another like pillars. The highest one had touched the limit of the sky. In the crackling sound of burning wood, the soldiers' victory songs were faintly heard, and the earliest group of participants had arrived at their positions.

But they will soon find that what they have in their cups is just water or drinks: the wine will need to be urgently allocated from several nearby legion camps later.

"But even so: there will be many mortals who cannot drink the wine that satisfies them."

"Why worry about this?"

Conrad rolled his eyes at his brother: Corax is always like this, taking the problems beyond his scope on himself, and then worrying and blaming himself for it, regarding his rights as the tyranny of an oppressor.

"Don't worry, brother. These mortals under Morgan are more sensible than you think. Most of them don't drink alcohol tonight because tomorrow will be training and rehearsal. Besides, compared with the champions of various legions gathering here and the competitions between them, what can a mere drink count for?"

"But you still seized a barrel."

"This is what she gave me."

The Midnight Lord stiffened his neck: he seemed to care about this matter.

"Besides, I didn't keep this barrel of wine for myself."

"Again for Sevatar?"

"... and Shen."

Conrad's tone was a little frivolous, which made Corax laugh.

"What about the two of them: Are they preparing for the real sword duel later?"

"Of course: What do you mean? Don't your guys plan to go up and give it a try?"

"I'm sorry, Conrad: I don't have many warriors with outstanding martial arts skills."

"..."

For some reason, Corax could clearly feel that his brother Conrad looked at him with a little more contempt.

He seemed to want to say something, but a new uproar in the distance interrupted the Night Lord's thoughts.

"Look, they're coming."

Conrad stretched his neck and spit out the names one by one.

"The first one is Horus: he actually brought Abaddon here."

"Then there are Vulcan, Fulgrim and Ferrus: why are the two of them still sticking together, and Dorn is here too? The one next to him is Sigismund, wait? What is Sigismund holding?"

"Let me see."

Corax narrowed his eyes.

"Sigismund? He seems to be holding Dorn's sword."

"Interesting, I didn't know our stone brothers were so competitive."

"Who is it then?"

"Um... Mortarion?"

"Mortarion? Seriously?"

Even Midnight Haunter opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

"How could he come to attend the banquet hosted by Morgan?"

"Maybe he has another purpose."

The Raven King tilted his head.

"I always feel that Mortarion's aura is not as... ferocious as last time."

"It's none of my business."

Conrad grinned.

"He is Morgan's problem: he will only be Morgan's problem from beginning to end."

"What do you mean?"

"They are destined to be together: how are our guys preparing?"

"Let me see."

"Bayar, Kahn, Ahriman, Sevatar, Koswein, Amit, Alajos and Astelan, Hector, Lana, Orfeo and Auguston..."

Corax whispered the names one by one, and he did not notice that when the names of these warriors who were famous in the galaxy flowed through his mouth one by one, the corners of his mouth that had been suppressed for many years actually smiled unconsciously: that was the purest joy without any distractions.

Look at these names: what can better illustrate the power of the empire than this?

Tonight will definitely be exciting.

Just like: the future of the empire.