Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"What a tempting offer."

Fulgrim chuckled, stood up slowly, raised his glass, and greeted every brother present.

"It's my turn, isn't it?"

"No one will compete with you."

Leman Russ grinned. He was the only brother who raised his glass in response to Fulgrim's question.

"Oh well."

Phoenix took a breath.

"My dream, I think many people here already know, because I never refuse to tell anyone about it, I have been using it to flaunt myself for decades, and I am very glad that I have done it. "

"Perfect again?"

Khan's sigh was heard in the crowd.

"I don't think perfection and innovation are antonyms, right? Phoenix?"

"Of course not."

Fulgrim didn't mind.

"They should become one."

"Listen to me, brothers, you don't even have to ask me what my dreams are. I will show them one by one in front of you in the next few decades: through my legions, my heirs And my subjects, you will see clearly, I guarantee that every transformation will happen before your eyes."

"I can swear to you."

"I swear, the first step of my dream is to grant peace to my land, so that my people will no longer worry about war. The second step is to inherit art and elegance, so that Holy Terra can flourish in the maelstrom. Reappear, let the past glory of mankind reappear on Chemos, reappear in every world of mine, and shine brightly in every city that is not troubled by hunger and disease.”

"Then, unity, nobility, purity and loyalty, I will realize one after another: my legions and people will be united, my warriors will have noble souls, the land I shelter will bloom with its own stamens, It is the purest fertile ground, and all that is said above is to dedicate our loyalty to the great cause we have created together, to humanity and the Emperor, and to our Lord.”

"Give the people peace and unite them."

"Give warriors loyalty and elegance."

"Give the legions purity and glory."

“Finally, give me a dream so that I can lead them into the future.”

"Only when all of this comes true. I will stop now. And then I will say something."

"Perfect."

#applause#

When Phoenix finished speaking, congratulations from his brothers came from all around him. He accepted them without any surprise and boasted to his closest brothers: When he saw that even Guilliman and Sanguinius When everyone applauded him, Phoenix's pride was clearly written on his face.

"Awesome."

Guilliman sighed from the bottom of his heart: Even more passionate than Ferrus.

"I should put this quote on Macragge's Constitution Tablet."

These sincere words passed through everyone's ears quietly.

Even the applause faded a bit: Fulgrim didn't care much.

"Perhaps this is the first time I don't dislike your excerpts so much, Guilliman."

Phoenix looked at him arrogantly.

"Do it, I allow it."

He nodded, and then handed Ferus his smiling eyes.

"You're next, brother."

The tone left no room for doubt.

"I?"

Gorgon hesitated.

"certainly."

Fulgrim looked at Horus with an attitude of killing first and killing later.

"Okay, Horus?"

"certainly."

The Wolf Shepherd just nodded.

"Okay, I..."

Ferus stood up roughly. He stood there for a while, then scratched his head helplessly.

"I don't have any dreams. I feel like I'm living a good life now and everything is fine."

"Especially me."

Phoenix leaned next to him and patted Ferus on the shoulder proudly.

"I'm the best one."

"Yes, you are."

Ferrus responded to Fulgrim's pride lovingly, and his rough fingers tucked Phoenix's scattered hair behind his ears.

"But if I really want to say it: My dream is probably after the Great Crusade is over, I can have time to take good care of my heirs."

"Steel Hands?"

Corax nodded.

"What's their problem?"

"Ideas, or perceptions of cognition."

Ferus sighed helplessly.

"I did teach them the concept of survival of the fittest, and I ruled this way on my home planet and territory, but I only recently discovered where I am now: They have nothing to do with what I taught them about violence. The theory of survivor survival is a bit misunderstood.”

"The reason why I teach them this way is to let them break through their own limits, use courage to overcome seemingly impossible difficulties, and become truly strong. However, they actually misunderstood that in order to do so, they need to use more physical means. Overcome their weak bodies to gain powerful strength and achieve victory.”

"It turned out right, didn't it?"

Conrad chuckled.

"I've heard of it."

Vulkan responded in a rare gesture.

"The Iron Hands prefer to replace their physical bodies with pure machines."

"That's disgusting."

Phoenix curled his lips: He particularly despised the behavior of this kind of steel prosthetic limb, which destroyed the natural body and was particularly imperfect.

"But that's not the most important thing."

The Fire Dragon Lord shook his head and glanced at Luo Jia with a complicated look.

"Another thing is that the Iron Hands' attitude towards the mortal auxiliaries and civilians under their rule is indeed very problematic: appeals against their brutal behavior have become a topic of discussion on Holy Terra."

Upon hearing this, Dorn and Corax frowned at the same time.

"Is this true, Ferus?"

"I won't deny it."

Gorgon looked at Dorn.

"But I don't think every brutal behavior in the appeal is wrong. Many times, this is a necessary method that has to be used. When mortals protest maliciously or refuse to carry out the military operations we have planned, we always To calm them down."

"I think you don't know that there is a way to listen to their opinions."

Corax's voice was deep.

"I listened."

Ferus didn't back down.

"But you can't ask me to listen to everyone."

“Let them elect their representatives and they will tell you what the people are saying.”

"That's what I do, but I trust the strong one who emerges from the jungle."

"This is oppression!"

"This is reality."

Ferrus stared at Corax in silence.

He seemed to want to soften his attitude, but was terrible at it.

"And, I said, I will find time to correct their attitude, but the military mission of the Great Crusade still exists. Only after the current Great Crusade is completed will I have the time and energy to correct the thinking of the entire Iron Hands Legion: This is where my future dream lies.”

"Maybe you should hurry up and make it happen."

The Crow King snorted coldly.

"Otherwise, I don't know how many mortals will have to suffer for the future you talk about."

"That's their problem."

Ferus frowned.

"What about you, Corax: do your dreams for the future involve mortals?"

"certainly."

The Crow King nodded. He looked around at his brothers, drawing encouragement from Morgan, Jonson, Konrad, Guilliman and even Vulkan.

"My dream is simple, that of my homeworld and my mortal comrades: the Emperor has called me. I must leave them for my natural duty to join the Great Crusade, but I have promised them that when After I have completed my responsibilities to the empire and all mankind, I will return to my home planet of Redemption to complete the unfinished business of all of us.”

"This is my dream: I will personally complete what I should accomplish, starting first on the Redemption Star, and then expanding to every world handed over to me by the Emperor. This great dream will summarize my life. I am very happy. I am willing to give them the rest of my time. When I come to the end of my life, I know that I will be proud of my life.”

"I am dedicated to the greatest cause."

"..."

Facing Corax's gaze, Ferus's throat rolled.

"Sounds...okay."

He coughed, evidently less disgusted with Corax.

"My iron hands can draw out the power if help is needed."

"I thank you for them, brother."

"I am here for you and your dreams: nothing to do with mortals, Corax."

After saying that, Ferrus sat down on his own under Fulgrim's comfort, but the oath he just made was obviously effective: this can be seen from Corax's smile, and his gradually softening face and face. His attitude could be seen as he nodded towards Horus, seemingly not intending to continue speaking.

"Okay, brilliant idea."

The Shepherd God clapped his hands.

"The next brother..."

"Old vows?"

There was only one person who could interrupt Horus's words so rudely.

"It's a nice dream."

Mortarion raised his head and cast an appreciative glance in Corax's direction.

"Is that true of you too, brother?"

Horus' smile seemed unaffected by Mortarion's rudeness.

"Almost."

The Lord of Death roars.

"I also swore to the past, but not for my home planet: Barbarus has moved on the right path under my will, and I will no longer care about their details. If they fail, it will only mean that the world The potential is just that.”

"So, my dream is about myself: about the vows I made."

Mortarion's gaze was steely, and his eyes were always bitter: especially when he spoke of a past he did not want to talk about.

“My dream is to one day be able to complete my unfinished business and be able to completely repair the biggest regret in my life: I don’t care what means I have to use, I don’t care what enemies I have to face, but I won’t let it go. Everything ended in an anticlimactic manner, and I will not let what is mine be taken away from me again.”

"I will never give in again: I will bleed to death for my dream."

After saying that, he sat down and returned to the haze that was exactly the same as the humid and depressing weather of Barbarus, as if the impassioned moment was just a dream: when the Primarchs reacted, the Lord of Death had already wandered away again outside them.

"It looked like someone wanted to start a fight: he just didn't know who he was going to pick on."

This was Jaghatai's assessment: the only assessment the Primarchs had of it.

Naturally, the next person to stand up and speak was Chaghatai: he was eager to get through with the job.

"My dream, or my goal, is just one sentence."

The Khan looked around, and his eyes finally returned to Horus: the Wolf God was adding wood to the fire, but somehow it made it a little weak, until Chagatai Khan said at almost the same moment In the position, a handful of good firewood was added.

"My goal is to understand where I am in this world and what I should do: I want to know where my inherent mission and responsibility lie, and when the waves of the galaxy sweep over me, "I don't want to be a guy who runs away, I hope I can find my value in it."

“I want to know why I’m here: it’s that simple.”

"This may be the only dream to which the Emperor can answer."

The archangel chuckled.

"No, he can't."

Khan shook his head seriously.

"Neither can I: Just like an eagle cannot resist its instinct to fly, I cannot resist certain desires in my heart, but my real dream is to defeat them, and to write a poem that truly belongs to me on their bones. , no matter what the content is, as long as it is the choice I make..."

"I won't regret it."

"This is what I want: all I want is a free choice, a free choice that will not be interfered by any external factors and belongs only to me."

【Same as me. 】

In the shadows, Morgan poured out her emotions in a very low voice. No one could hear the Spider Queen's heart at this time, and no one could notice that when Jaghatai Khan said his words: "Freedom" What kind of light flashed in Morgan's pupils when making the decision.

In a blink of an eye, even the Spider Queen herself was so confused.

"I hope that when that time comes, I can help you, for the sake of our friendship."

Horus raised his cup and drank with Jaghatai under the moonlight.

"I honor your promise."

Khan gave a rare smile.

"When I finally get rid of everything and belong to myself, no matter how heavy the choice I make, I hope to drink with you under the moon, my Wolf Shepherd brother: May the wind of the grassland bless us ”

"Blessings to us all: and to you and my Legion a brotherhood."

"A friendship that never betrays."

The Shepherd God drank it all in one gulp, and before he had time to wipe the corners of his mouth, he looked out again.

"So, guys?"

"Whose turn is it?"

"I!"

As soon as the sound came, at least one-third of the original body shook their heads secretly and sighed.

Magnus's red skin was more dazzling than the bright flames on the campfire. He was completely unaware of this. He looked at Leman Russ and Mortarion with provocative eyes, his voice was loud and proud, Like a gift to all brothers present here.

"My dream is very simple. I hope that the world will no longer be plagued by stupidity. I hope that my efforts can be recognized. I hope that the mysteries and knowledge I have explored can actually help everyone around me. People can help all mankind and the empire, I hope..."

"You still hope you can survive what happened on Nikaea."

Mortarion laughed, his voice as hoarse as a night owl's.

"Enough said: I've been hearing this from you for the past hundred years."

"No one wants to hear it anymore, Magnus."

"Using your own opinion to speak for all is your most foolish mistake, my pathetic brother Mortarion."

Magnus raised his head haughtily. He really did not intend to speak anymore.

"Nikea? I'm waiting for Nikea too."

He smiled victoriously.

"Thank you, Emperor: I will be there to continue telling you of my dreams."

"It looks like I'm going to have to take a long-term sick leave with Quan Dad tomorrow."

Leman Russ's merciless ridicule came from the shadows in another place. Magrus barely paid attention to this brother. He returned to his seat on his own, even seeming to avoid it, and let He Ruth took over the ensuing awkward situation.

"Ruth, my fierce brother."

The Wolf Shepherd threw a wine glass, and Leman Russ caught it accurately.

He was drunk: but no one believed him.

"Tell us, Leman Russ, what is your dream?"

"Don't you know?"

The Wolf King grinned, and the strong smell of alcohol almost suppressed the flames.

"I think it's already obvious."

"My dream?"

"My dream is to be able to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and live my life as I please. I don't have to worry about anything anymore, I don't have to make painful choices, and I don't have to face brothers like Magnus. :Oh, my dear, he really worries me!"

"I never asked you to worry about me, Leman Russ!"

Magnus roared.

"It's your own fault!"

The Wolf King replied with a wild laugh.

"Calm me for being too sentimental, I hope I'm just being too sentimental!"

Suddenly, as if he had sobered up, Leman Russ became serious for a moment, and his deep voice stunned Magnus.

"Seriously, Magnus."

"I hope from the bottom of my heart that we will never meet again."

"real."

After saying that, the next moment, the drunk wolf king was online again.

"Anyway...anyway, that's it..."

"My dream! My dream is to live like this."

“I don’t want to be the subject of any story in anyone’s ears anymore.”

"That's so... tiring."

The Wolf King collapsed on the ground without saying a word.

"Do I... want to record it?"

Horus looked at the other brothers.

"That sounds like drunk talk."

"It's Ruth anyway."

Guilliman shook his head.

"Just remember: when he was sober, his sentences were not as fluent as they are now."

"Too."

The Shepherd God shook his head and sighed.

"Ruth...Ruth..."

"So, next?"

His eyes turned and drifted to the person closest to him.

"Sanguinius?"

"I?"

The archangel's wings trembled.

"I……"

"If you dare to say that you have no dreams, I will recommend the Emperor to make you Warmaster."

Horus snorted.

"Okay, then it looks like I have to have it."

The archangel spread his hands helplessly.

"If anything, I hope all of us can be happy and healthy."

"Especially my kids."

"Them: happy and healthy, no more bad luck will befall them."

"Never, whether or not I can still be there for them."

These seemed to be the only serious words to come out of the archangel's mouth.

"Um...that's all?"

The Wolf God was a little dissatisfied, but Sanguinius simply leaned aside, assuming an elegant rogue posture.

"If it doesn't work out, I can only think about how to write my inaugural speech as War Commander."

"..."

Horus was suspiciously silent.

"Luo Jia?"

"My dream?"

Luo Jia stood up suddenly, and everyone immediately looked at Horus. The Wolf Shepherd shrank his neck in embarrassment, indicating that he knew he was wrong: but it was obviously too late.

"My dream is to continue to fulfill His will on earth and to be pure..."

#After a long announcement about purity, devotion, love and piety#

"Oh my God."

Even Zhuang Sen couldn't hold himself any longer.

"Isn't he done yet?"

"have no idea."

Guilliman muttered.

“But don’t you think there’s depth to that idea about public community?”

"There are also labor camps and..."

"Shut up! Guilliman!"

#Another long series of sermons about jihad, mutual aid, unity and the kingdom of heaven#

"Why do I feel that Luo Jia's idea is to shape a large group of agricultural world?"

"Do you want to spread the teachings of mythology to those mechanical priests?"

"Why not? Don't they also believe in the Emperor?"

"That's right: that's the problem."

#Another long list...#

"Cough cough cough!"

Horus coughed and raised his hand with some difficulty.

"Luo Jia, my brother."

The Wolf Shepherd smiled reluctantly.

"Why don't you compile what you want to say into a new book of Holy Words? So that we can recall it for a long time? Instead of letting it float in the air on such a night, it would be a pity."

At this moment, even Morgan looked at Horus with admiration, especially when Luojia really chose to sit down.

"To be honest, I think our brothers are really kind-hearted."

Conrad muttered quietly.

"We tolerated it until he sat down on his own: I will not allow this kind of illegal behavior on Nostramo, he is deliberately causing damage to other people's ear organs."

Even Zhuang Sen nodded, and he listened carefully to Vulkan's words.

The dream of the Fire Dragon Lord is perhaps the simplest one among all the people present. It has only two cores: the first is to protect his people as much as possible, and the second is not to let any tragedies of the past happen again. Repeat, this is all he has in mind.

"Is it about Comoros?"

Guilliman asked Morgan quietly.

[Yes: But I don’t think Vulkan needs to worry about this issue in the future. 】

"What's the meaning?"

[Nothing, anyway...]

"Protect everything."

Vulcan's voice was as heavy as a mountain.

"To the best of my ability: even to the last drop of Salamander blood."

"I believe you can do it."

Horus led the applause.

"I will aid you and your heirs in your cause with the utmost respect, Vulkan."

"Thank you, Horus."

"No, there is no need to thank you. This is the obligation that each of us should fulfill."

The Shepherd raised a hand.

"If I can't do it, then let your legion punish me instead of fate."

After receiving the gratitude of the fire dragon, the Wolf Shepherd God turned his attention to the Silent One.

"So, Brother Angron?"

He spoke carefully.

"You don't mind answering?"

Angron sat there, always as silent as a statue, but judging from the face that would distort from time to time, he was indeed enduring some pain: it was bearable, but it was indeed annoying, as if Like mosquito bites, it tests your patience.

"I?"

Angron opened his eyes and uttered only one sentence before quickly closing them.

"I hope to die well."

"that's all."

"Then...what about your legion?"

"They never belonged to me, they should have their own destiny."

Angron hesitated for a rare moment.

"They are great boys and they should have the freedom to make their own choices."

"But you will also affect them, the influence of the Primarch on the Legion..."

"So I wish to die a worthy death, my brother Horus."

Angron glanced at him, a look that made Horus's hair stand on end. In Angron's pupils, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"I hope to rid them of my burden with a well-deserved death."

"this……"

"What a great idea."

Before Horus could say anything, Conrad laughed, causing Horus to turn his eyes.

"You're not like this, are you?"

"Hmm - there's a slight gap."

Midnight Ghost jabbed his finger.

"I would never want my life to end with a death well deserved. I don't deserve it."

"My dream is to know when I will die, and then..."

He smiled, his white sharp teeth making everyone's expressions look solemn.

"Then, before I die, I will laugh at [them] in my own way."

"they?"

Horus was confused.

"You mean...the God of Death?"

"That's understandable."

Conrad chuckled. He ignored Horus' smiling face and turned to look at the silent guy in the crowd.

"Your turn, Alpha: my dearest little brother?"

"..."

When everyone's eyes turned around because of Conrad's words, a certain Hydra who had been trying hard to suppress his sense of existence, his eyebrows jumped unnaturally: especially when he saw the winking Midnight Ghost, Alpha almost lost his strength.

He smiled as hard as he could.

"I...I don't have any dreams."

"I just wish that my brothers, that is, all of your dreams, can come true."

"A dream come true?"

Horus laughed.

"Thanks for the blessing, brother."

"It should."

Alpha breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to get back into the shadows.

"Well, in that case..."

Horus was silent for a moment.

"We have one last brother left who doesn't know Perturabo's dream..."

"My dream?"

In the dark night, where no one noticed, the sound of heavy footsteps came together with Olympia's steel accent.

"My dream!"

He smiled and shouted.

"My dream is simple."

He spoke to the sky and roared.

"I hope to use my abilities, I hope to use my wisdom, I hope to let the galaxy and this era recognize where I am, I hope to return to my true position, return to the position given to me by this world, return to The expectations my father gave me.”

“I want to be who I am.”

“Be all that I am.”

"What... is that, brother?"

Amid the sound of crackling firewood, someone asked a question in the silence.

"What is it?"

“That’s what I’m really all about.”

“It’s something I want to be.”

Perturabo came out.

The real Olympian, Perturabo, stood there as he had done decades before, smiling at his brothers.

——————

“I want to get back to my essence.”

"I want to be one of the gods."