Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In the end, Fricks didn't follow.

Ahriman regretted this. Deep down in his heart, he still recognized the city breaker. Although he came from the vulgar and crazy Iron Warriors Legion, Phrix himself was indeed a good warrior.

The son of Magnus has become accustomed to looking at his comrades from other legions with an arrogant attitude. Of course he can do this. After all, these people are just a group of butchers who cause carnage and destruction on the battlefield. Their glory can only continue. to the end of this long expedition.

But the Thousand Sons are different. The descendants of Magnus are engaged in a great cause that can benefit the entire human race: they work hard to collect classics and unique books in every world they pass through, and cherish the treasures on them. With infinite wisdom, he does his best to find and sort out the remaining souls of the golden age.

In Prospero, the most common library alone contains hundreds of millions of treasures. The Thousand Sons believe that these are the most magnificent treasures in the galaxy, and no one can harm these carriers of wisdom under their protection. , but despite this, they will still risk everything for new discoveries in the galaxy.

Therefore, when he saw a set of books that Morgan handed over that he had never seen before, even if he was as arrogant as Ahriman, he couldn't help but feel real happiness.

"Is this new?"

[The chief official of a village was once an excellent traveler. He had extraordinary power in the history, geography and ancient languages ​​of the world, and was keen to compile his knowledge into books. 】

"You should invite him over, Morgan. The Stormbird can carry one more person."

[He has always insisted on staying with his family and friends, which is a large family with several hundred people, but I can ensure that he reaches the camp safely, and Hathor has taken over the defense there. 】

"...The sorrow of mortals."

Ahriman shook his head, but he was not worried about the psychological harm that this map cannon would have on his companions. Morgan always liked silence, and she rarely took the initiative to stir up topics.

Even though her reputation among the legion and the auxiliary army was loud enough, few Thousand Sons still really got to know this lady. Even Ahriman's impression of her was just a few general ones: taciturn, He has extraordinary psychic abilities, attractive appearance, and extremely strong ability to do things.

"You came back faster than I thought. I originally thought it would take you at least three days. How is the situation? Did you encounter any problems?"

[Generally speaking, it went smoothly, but the residents kept mentioning a sect called the Sons of Sitan, and some were even firm believers in them, ranging from individuals to collective actions of the entire village. 】

"That's a cult... Generally speaking, they believe in a guy called the Storm Lord. This is the local governor's dereliction of duty. Dawn Star has surrendered for so many years, but he still failed to promote the truth of the empire."

Ahriman mentioned the noble guardian in the most contemptuous tone. While talking to Morgan, he reported the situation here to the master of the legion.

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away with the sound of short exchanges. Behind them, the Iron Warriors had organized a group of ten thousand people to clean up the remains of the massacre just now. Frantic shouts and low sobs filled the air. Intertwined in the middle, it reflects the glorious city of Carena in the distance.

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Salimawis is a fortress that can be boasted of.

Although he was quite dissatisfied with the Lord of the Fourth Legion in his heart, Ahriman would not discredit the architectural art of the Primarch against his will. As the King of Olympia and the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo indeed There is something unique about him.

"It is said that his first move when he came here was to personally lead the soldiers to renovate the fortress...it only took one night."

Looking at the [Temporary Command Headquarters] in front of him, which was a bit large and exaggerated even by Astartes standards, Ahriman's voice had an inexplicable sour taste.

[It looks like a permanent fortress. 】

"In fact, it is semi-permanent. According to Fricks, the Fourth Army only needs one week and the lives of 700 soldiers to completely occupy this place. If there is enough fire cover, then these two numbers can be removed half."

Ahriman continued to talk. He almost showed off the various regulations for fortresses and fortresses in the Astartes standards. Morgan was the best listener. She was quiet but not silent, and always put forward interesting questions at the right time. Questions to keep the conversation going.

Invisible to the Thousand Sons Captain, invisible light waves flashed through Morgan's eyes, and he carefully recorded every word Ahriman said.

And when the topic gradually extended to the owner of this fortress, the atmosphere couldn't help but become depressed.

"If, and I mean if, we are unfortunately going to meet the Primarch of the Fourth Legion later, Morgan, I hope you can keep quiet, just like you have always done before."

[I have heard the name Perturabo. Is this name disturbing? 】

"No...it's disgust."

"The Primarchs are certainly great men worthy of obedience, but where our father Magnus leads us with his wisdom and kindness, Perturabo is completely different. He relies on a ruthlessness that is more extreme than steel. "

"I have fought side by side with the Iron Warriors more than once, including the most tragic Battle of Intinicaon. They are the most tenacious comrades, tough but unwilling to adapt. I still remember that they lost two full years in that desolate world. More than 9,000 warriors, but this did not defeat them.”

"Then? Then...then Perturabo returned, in the world of Olympia, as the genetic father of the Fourth Legion...what happened next."

"He took out one-tenth of the soldiers in his legion, that is, 3,500 people, and then asked them to be beaten to death by their comrades. From the highest-ranking officers to the lowest-level soldiers, they were not spared... I know several of the best The Iron Warriors, they were crude and warlike, but they didn't deserve to die like that."

"Death at the hands of a carping... madman."

The last soliloquy was so low that even the Astartes could hardly hear it, and Ahriman's only audience seemed not to care. She just looked at the fortress in front of her and described its appearance.

[But despite this, he still led the legion to this world, which may have changed. 】

"Who knows, how can we fathom the thoughts of any Primarch?"

Ahriman raised his head again, and he began to feel better as he stroked the backs of the books.

"Perhaps he became a saint among the stars."

[Or maybe it’s just basic obedience to the task. 】

She always knew what she was thinking.

Ahriman laughed. He was very glad that he chose to become friends with Morgan. Although he was not always able to treat ordinary people equally, it did not mean that he did not like to form friendships with those who were truly outstanding.

"Come, my lady."

"I will take you to meet my genetic father. He is one of the wisest sages in this galaxy. You should have met him a long time ago."

【……yes. 】

[I should have seen him a long time ago. 】

"It seems that you have also heard of Magnus for a long time?"

[Not only that, it is for him that I joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion. 】

Ahriman's laughter became rough.

Why hadn't he noticed before that Morgan actually had the skills he was touting?

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Even among the demigod-like sons of the Emperor, Magnus was the tallest, perhaps second only to Vulkan, the Primarch of the Eighteenth Legion.

Anyone who sees this Primarch will be instinctively surprised: such a majestic giant is not known for his strength and power, but is famous for his exquisite and complex spiritual energy and wisdom.

Just like his nickname, [Red] Magnus is a red-skinned giant. He does not wear armor, but wears a red and white robe. The most obvious decoration on it is the Thousand Sons Legion. Symbol: A circle with tentacles extending in all directions, like a sun with a black heart.

But the most attractive thing was Magnus's eyes. The Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion had only one pupil shining with purple light, while the other was as empty as a black hole.

The Primarch is not alone. Standing beside him are his two descendants, who are also senior advisors in the Legion: Atava and Phossis-Taka. These two outstanding Astartes are now like Schoolchildren usually stood on the left and right of the original body. The former showed a friendly smile to Morgan, while the latter chose to look away, not even bothering to look at her.

"Long time admirer, Ms. Morgan, many of my heirs have told me of your abilities and wisdom."

Magnus's voice was mixed with unquestionable confidence and arrogance, and he bent slightly to express his courtesy to this best mortal assistant.

"Ahriman has told me everything that happened in the evacuation zone, and Hathor's report also appeared on my data pad early in the morning. Fortunately, you obviously lived up to your psychic talent. I must not Not to admit that, as a… mortal, this is very rare.”

When he said the word "mortal", the Primarch's tone paused significantly. He frowned slightly, feeling a sense of surprise.

This Ms. Morgan gave him a different feeling from other mortals. Some of the aura about her was more like him and his brothers.

However, this thought was quickly erased by the Primarch himself. Magnus did not believe that he could not recognize his blood relatives. Moreover, he should only have brothers. After all, his father did not say anything else.

Thinking of this, he straightened his body again and smiled under the gaze of the three heirs.

"In view of your outstanding performance, Morgan, you deserve the reward of being the senior advisor of the Legion - but not now. As you can see, we have more urgent things to be busy with now, but I assure you, Your title will be confirmed in a more solemn and grand moment."

"But before that, you can indeed accept the responsibilities and rights as a senior advisor. All your actions and plans can be reported directly to me, and most importantly, you can be my follower and experience it with me. The infinite mysteries in subspace.”

"Believe me, when you see the endless unknown sea with your own eyes, you will find that any honor in the world will not be worth mentioning."

The voice of the original gene was full of attractive prospects, charm and future. Both Ahriman and the two advisors of the original body were immersed in this voice. Obviously, they had explored the unknown more than once. Mysterious void.

But unfortunately, none of these really attracted the [mortal] in front of him.

[I have been forced to witness the waves of subspace, Lord Magnus. According to my personal perception, it is extremely dangerous to me. 】

The words succeeded in making Magnus laugh.

"Maybe for you, yes."

Magnus patted her shoulder.

"But now, you don't need to worry. I am a well-deserved master when it comes to subspace exploration. I have gone deep into that place many times, observed and recorded everything I saw, and even communicated with the beings in it. And communication, believe me, most areas of the subspace are just harmless turbulence, and the ancient creatures there also have some well-intentioned existences."

"Everything is under my control. There is nothing that knowledge and wisdom cannot solve."

Magnus's conceited voice echoed in his ears, and the Primarch, who was immersed in memories, did not look at the mortal's face at all. After a moment, the Primarch finally turned around and clapped his hands, as if he had just thought What is he going to do?

"That's it, everyone, we have spent enough time chatting and meeting each other."

"Now, let's enter this fortress and get to work. My brother must be impatient to wait."