Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"They all say that you are the most powerful Astartes Librarian in history, Ahriman."

"And there is no other."

"The term "ever" is really too flattering. After all, in the final analysis, the only ones who can take charge of the Astartes now are the old guys from Terra: those young guys are still very young."

"Who said it wasn't."

As soon as the voice fell, the old guys from Terra on the ground looked at each other and laughed, and the empty arena was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"But no matter what, everyone still recognizes your title. Whether it is us or those Terrans, anyone with a brain knows that they should listen to Ahriman's advice on psychic issues: at least they can't deliberately ignore him."

The brisk and elegant laughter undoubtedly came from Fulgrim's heir: Akudona, the greatest pride of the Emperor's Children Legion and the leader of the two hundred court swordsmen, has been on the Dawnbreaker's Aurora for many days.

To be more precise, before Fulgrim led the main fleet of the Third Legion to leave Ullanor due to some trivial matters in the Maelstrom area, he had an agreement with Morgan: the Phoenix Lord had promised that he would personally visit the Aurora to make up for the lack of brotherhood between him and his only sister.

Although this promise was temporarily delayed because of this, since Morgan had already prepared the ceremony, Fulgrim naturally had no reason to be disappointed: Akudona and Fabius volunteered to become Fulgrim's solemn envoys and would take the Aurora to Nikaea first.

During this period, the two of them will try their best to complete the friendship between the two legions.

But on this issue: Fabius is stronger than ten Akudonas.

Thinking of this, the court swordsmen all shook their heads with emotion, and the action of wiping their beloved swords in their hands also paused: although he and the chief pharmacist were both envoys of the Primarch, after a brief meeting and conversation, Fabius was obviously more favored by Morgan.

The most capable pharmacist under Fulgrim has now become a frequent visitor to the Spider Queen's living room, side by side with the equally respected Sergeant Trazyn: It is said that the two have also established a friendship. When the Primarch did not summon Fabius, people would see the pharmacist of the Emperor's son, accompanying the image director of the Spider Queen, and going to all kinds of strange corners and alleys on the ship.

I don't know what they are talking about: Akudona once asked Fabius, but the answer he got was ambiguous and perfunctory, but it is certain that whenever he mentioned his relationship with Trazyn, the pharmacist's old face would be visibly excited.

He also had a high opinion of Trazyn, just like Trazyn had of him: the pharmacist boasted that the image director was a collector with a sense of humor and elegant taste, a great man that any king or noble would open the door to welcome; while the collector frequently praised the ideas in the pharmacist's mind that were as bright as stars, always able to point the way in the fog.

"There won't be a man like Mr. Fabius in ten thousand years."

"His talent, his dream, his execution, and his determination to overcome all the difficulties and obstacles in the galaxy to achieve his goal: any one of these is enough to make the entire galaxy tremble. I really feel sorry for people from now on, who have to live with such a genius."

Among Trazyn's praise, only this sentence is particularly earnest and corny, and even Akudona remembers it deeply: he always feels that this boast is well-prepared, as if Trazyn, who never shows his true face, can really pick out ten thousand years from his mind and use it to prove the preciousness of Fabius.

Yes, precious: his eyes looking at Fabius are full of such emotions.

It doesn't matter: Fabius's eyes looking back are still full of greed.

Maybe this is a symbol of friendship between two cultural people?

I don't understand.

Akudona shook his head and stopped worrying about these things. He hadn't seen Fabius for many days anyway: since he met Trazyn on Morgan's recommendation, the chief pharmacist spent almost all his time in Trazyn's private collection room on the Aurora, and would not even return to the guest room where they stayed every night.

But he had no right to blame his brother: unless it was necessary to rest, didn't Akudona also soak in the arena all day? After all, the number of ancient warriors in the Dawnbreaker Legion has always been the highest in the entire empire, and he could find more good opponents on this battleship than anywhere else in the galaxy.

Relying on the friendship of a hundred years ago, he was even able to persuade the silent warriors on rotation in Morgan's personal guard to fight with him: But you really have to say, the eleven nameless blades in these guys' hands are really good.

The court swordsman lowered his head and unconsciously clenched his beloved sword. He had collected hundreds of famous swords in the past, but in this short period of time, he had lost more than twenty of them: the sharp blades in the hands of the Knights of the Round Table were made of metals unknown to him. Cutting off the famous sword in his hand that was famous throughout the galaxy was no more difficult than cutting a piece of heated butter.

This is inevitably too exaggerated: in the past years, he has not arrogantly confronted the Primarch, but even the divine weapons and sharp blades in the hands of the Primarch could never be so sharp. Such a knife is enough to make any swordsman willing to give everything, and it is enough to make any opponent lose his head.

God knows where all these good things in the hands of the Dawnbreaker came from?

Akudona sighed silently and shook his head for the injustice of fate, but his hands never stopped moving: after carefully wiping the two long swords, he stood up and returned to the small circle on the field. About twelve or thirteen meritorious Astartes were competing here at will.

About two-thirds of the people present were Dawnbreakers under Morgan, but most of them were not well-known and it was difficult for outsiders to recognize their faces. The remaining one-third were masters from various legions. They gathered here by chance, both to relieve boredom and to complete a business.

A dozen of them were obviously not enough to fill the entire arena, but the Dawnbreakers still solemnly cleared out this highest-level fighting hall: Captain Hector, who happened to be on leave, was idly guarding the door. As long as they could defeat him, anyone could come in and participate in the highest-level competition.

Or listen to the topic they discussed.

"Lord Guilliman is very firm in his attitude towards the Nikaea Conference."

Having just finished a simple contest with the Prince of Crows, Orfeo, the reserve lord of the Ultramarines Legion, wiped the heavy sweat on his forehead, put away his sword, and was the first to open the conversation: before that, he looked at Ahriman with respect and received the latter's silent acquiescence.

Then, he looked at everyone: more precisely, at the representatives of the Astartes Legions, namely the Emperor's Children, Imperial Fists, Luna Wolves, White Scars and Blood Angels, which are the respective Primarchs.

Their primarchs are all confirmed to be the ones who will speak at the meeting, and their speeches may be inclined to Magnus: at least they will be inclined to the think tank.

"For a long time, the Ultramarines Legion and the entire Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds have been trying their best to support the establishment and improvement of the think tank system. We have invested countless amounts of money in this and have gained a lot: and at least so far, the think tank system has always maintained a relatively positive feedback in the Thirteenth Legion, which has effectively offset the uncertainty brought about by psychic power."

"Therefore, we believe that the think tank system is absolutely worth retaining: blindly canceling the think tank troops will do more harm than good to the entire Great Crusade, and it is absolutely intolerable. Our Gene Father will stick to his point of view on Nikaea, and he is ready for a debate."

Orfeo tapped his shoulder armor and emphasized the Ultramarines' position in a loud voice: the battle brothers in front of him responded with silence, but the White Scar nodded obviously, obviously agreeing with Ultramar's speech.

"Don't worry, brother: no one will doubt the love and protection of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds for his proud work. We have never doubted Master Guilliman's position. We are just guessing about another thing."

Standing opposite Orfeo, Sejanus, representing Horus and the Luna Wolves, smiled as hard as he could: as the most respected diplomatic envoy of the Wolf God, Sejanus was one of the few who could get rid of the bad reputation of the 16th Legion among the brother troops and pave the way with his sincerity and sincerity.

When he spread his hands, even Orfeo had to forget the unpleasantness that Guilliman's descendants and the Luna Wolves had erupted in the past days and listened carefully.

"We just want to know: What does Master Guilliman think about the possible accusations against Master Magnus?"

This simple question made the Ultramarines hesitate obviously.

He was silent for a while, and then gave his answer in a low voice.

"Although Master Guilliman and Master Magnus have no more origins, they are brothers with the same blood after all, and they are comrades who have experienced the Great Crusade together. Even if it is out of friendship that they have fought side by side: he is willing to guarantee the loyalty of the Thousand Sons Legion."

In other words, there is nothing to say, and he can only give spiritual support?

The Emperor's son standing in the distance smiled: These Ultramar people are really good at talking nonsense. What does it mean to guarantee the loyalty of the Thousand Sons Legion? If Magnus and his descendants even have problems with loyalty, it will not be a gentle situation like Nikaea.

In the final analysis, Guilliman's attitude has been very clear: he will personally fight for the survival of the Think Tank Force, and he is not afraid to fight any opponents hand to hand, but as for Magnus's fate and future? That is not something that the Five Hundred Worlds should consider.

Sejanus certainly understood such simple logic. He nodded and used a smile to comfort Orfeo. After a little thought, he immediately fixed his eyes on the Khan's envoy: Yesugei was like a melting snowman, just standing there quietly. He had not participated in any competition, but no one doubted his qualifications to stand here.

"What is your attitude, brother?"

Faced with the inquiry of the Moon Wolf, White Scar just answered calmly.

"For the sake of brotherhood, the Khan is not afraid to draw his blade against any challenger."

Simple words were like a cold light, chilling the scalp of everyone present: even Ahriman glanced in Yesugei's direction with gratitude. Although Ahriman, who had been in the Dawnbreaker Legion for so many years and had gradually seen the true state of the world, no longer expected many people to speak for his Gene Father at the next Nikaia Conference, such a brief and powerful support was enough to move the coldest heart in the galaxy.

The sincere friendship between the Father of the Thousand Sons and the Khan of Chogoris was definitely one of the most correct things he had done in his life: Ahriman prayed in his heart, praying that he would be able to repay such a kindness one day, and praying that his Gene Father would not disappoint the Khan in the future.

"As sharp as a razor."

Just as Ahriman was touched, a Crow Prince who was wiping the power halberd in his hand showed his mouthful of fangs, praising the loyalty of the White Scars with a joke full of Nostramo style.

"No wonder some people have been trying to stop the Khan from entering the meeting place in Nikaea."

"These are all nonsense."

Yesugei retorted.

"The Lord of Mankind personally placed the invitation letter for the meeting on the Khan's desk."

"Maybe he changed his mind."

Sevata snorted, then lowered his head and went about his business: but someone obviously didn't want to let him go.

"You don't seem to have told us what Lord Midnight Haunter thinks, brother?"

Faced with Sejanus's inquiry, Sevata didn't even bother to look him in the eye.

"Why don't you talk about the Warmaster first?"

"The Warmaster will naturally speak for his brothers."

"Which brothers? Those who will fight on Nikaea are all his brothers."

"This is not a problem we should care about: but the Warmaster will consider it for the Great Crusade."

"Tsk!"

Sevata spat directly.

"Then tell your Warmaster."

"No matter what you pulled out of the ash of Nicaea, the Night Lords will not change our phalanx. You can do whatever you want. The Eighth Legion will not be bothered by such trivial matters: you know, we have our own duties and privileges."

"The Warmaster always respects these."

Facing the ridicule of the Crow Prince that was almost written on his head, Sejanus was much calmer than the ordinary Moon Wolf. He did not even forget to smile at Sevatar, thanking him for answering his questions, and then looked at the other brothers, preparing to get more information for his gene father before arriving in Nicaea's low-Earth orbit tomorrow.

But in the eyes of Ahriman on the side, these so-called intelligence are worthless.

"What's the point of asking them?"

He sighed to Bayar next to him.

"The legions that can come here are definitely not the enemies of Magnus and the Thousand Sons: the real opponents are the Wolf King and the Wolf Corps, the Lord of Death and his Death Guard. Without their attitude, we will never know what will happen on Nikaea."

"Then you can go and see for yourself and listen."

Bayar smiled proudly. He seemed to have anticipated Ahriman's complaints. Facing the confused eyes of the Thousand Sons, the champion swordsman was very polite. After a long silence, he slowly gave his answer.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, Lord Morgan will visit the Lord of Death on the Endurance."

"We are still short of a servant now."

"How about it: do you want to do it?"

"..."

Ahriman thought for a while.

"Then... is there life insurance?"