Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Fucking Leman Russ!"

"You damn wild dog!"

A rude curse full of Barbarus style, and the sound of the obsidian tabletop being shattered, reached Typhon's ears almost at the same time: the spinning shock had not yet dissipated, Mortarion's monstrous Anger soon followed.

And Typhon was unprepared for this: ever since Ahriman's accent on the marble table became more and more strange, and he became more and more obviously aimed at the Lord of Death, the captain of the company who was originally standing behind the original body had already He lowered his head and backed up silently.

Originally, this was to prevent Mortarion from grabbing him in a rage and throwing him up to confront Ahriman: Although he had never had any actual contact with the famous principal of the Psychic Academy, Typhon After all, he was not his stupid old father, who knew very well the level of Ahriman's eloquence.

Did he fight Ahriman?

Really fake!

In this way, Typhon quietly retreated to the corner of the room, trying his best to cover up his breath, and did not even dare to take the initiative to turn towards the direction of the original body: Therefore, when the anger of the Lord of Death suddenly rose At that time, Typhon was the slowest person in the room to respond.

Looking up, Typhon happened to see the scene of Mortarion's rage: the original body, swallowed by the anger, instinctively clenched his fist and smashed it directly below in front of him. Although it was not his target, it was firm. The steel-like obsidian tabletop still fell apart in the blink of an eye.

A whole piece of rock was like an active volcano that suddenly erupted. In the hurricane caused by the angry fist of the original body, accompanied by the rage that devoured the world, it smashed into every corner of the room without warning. In the death The guards' armor crackled.

It Hurts to Listen : Even the Deathshrouds seem a little shaken.

Among all the victims, Typhon's reaction was the slowest, and Typhon's luck was the worst: he had just seen Mortarion's anger, was shocked by the power of the original body, and even Before he could blink again, an obsidian fragment almost the same size as Typhon's head flew straight towards the head of the company commander.

In an instant, every blood vessel in the Death Guard instinctively began to swell, burn, and scream until it burst. His adrenaline exceeded the threshold in an instant, and every cell from his brain to his toes howled like a mad beast. Yell, let him run away! Escape! escape!

But in reality, even the superhuman reaction speed of the Astartes could not avoid the natural disaster caused by the original body: although his nerves were screaming, Typhon's body could only stagnate in vain. On the ground, when he could move his first finger, the obsidian fragments coming straight towards his door had already obscured most of the company commander's vision.

"Bang!"

No surprise: On the field, Wolf King Leman Russ had not yet finished his words of reprimanding Ahriman, but here, Typhon was already rolling on the ground with a distorted face, and there was an obvious mark on his forehead. It was sunken, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from his nostrils and eye sockets. Even though he gritted his teeth at the first moment, his painful moans still attracted the attention of others.

And inwardly, Typhon's roar was a thousand times wilder than his outward moans.

Damn you Mortarion! You fucking@#$^\u0026%!$#^\u0026%￥\u0026……

Typhon swore, he swore with his life and soul: No matter how much he resented Mortarion's existence before, at that moment, he absolutely hated this bastard ten times more than he did here. The sum total of all the hatred that could have been generated before.

This damn bastard!

Typhon covered his forehead. Blood had soaked most of his face, making his not handsome face look hideous and terrifying. He had to spend another two or three seconds to adapt to the almost life-threatening pain in his skull. : Just when he was struggling to get up, a pair of reliable big hands immediately held his arms.

"Are you okay, brother?"

He recognized the voice: it was Garro, the seventh captain of the Legion.

Think about it: Apart from the two of them, there is only Death Shroud in this room. Those callous mute bastards will not take the initiative to help him up.

"I'm fine, man: I guess I just need a break, just for a little while."

No matter how much he hated in his heart, Typhon still maintained his gentleness on the surface: he forced a smile to Garrow, tried his best to stand up straight, and then couldn't wait to remove the help from his brother, and noticed that Garrow Law was looking sadly at their primarch.

"Sir, what's going on?"

"Obviously."

When blood flowed into the corner of his mouth, Typhon even forgot to cover up the obvious sarcasm towards Mortarion in his words.

"Lord Mortarion, obviously he doesn't like some of what Leman Russ said just now."

"some?"

Garro glanced confusedly at Ahriman, who was trapped there by the Wolf King and was in a dilemma in silence.

"Isn't what His Excellency Leman Russ said all things we have discussed in advance? Separate Magnus and the Thousand Sons from the think tanks, and give priority to solving the former: after all, after Guilliman and Ahriman spoke one after another , The problem of think tanks is definitely not something that can be solved today.”

"That's right."

Typhon narrowed his eyes and wiped the wound on his forehead haphazardly. Whether it was the tingling sensation caused by it or the sourness when the blood flowed into his pupils, they urged him to stare at Mortarion's current situation. background.

The figure who injured him but didn't even bother to look back.

Very well, since childhood, no one has been able to harm Typhon and remain unharmed without incident: the First Captain was very proud of this record, and he swore that not even the Primarch could be the one to break it.

While thinking about it, Typhon touched the defect on his forehead.

Damn it: maybe it's going to leave a scar.

Or even worse...

Typhon gritted his teeth.

"But believe me, Garro: No matter what our father says, secretly he must still be thinking about pursuing victory and declaring the entire think tank to death on Nicaea, even if he knows that the possibility of success is slim."

"Ah, that makes sense."

Gaara nodded.

"No wonder: Although Lord Wolf King's words just trapped Ahriman, he also actually recognized the think tank system? In other words, in Lord Mortarion's view, this is equivalent to us admitting defeat to Morgan's team? "

"That's what he thinks."

Typhon smiled.

"We all know that Mortarion is very greedy many times."

"He always wants more: even when he knows he can't take any more."

"..."

Garro did not respond to these words. He just stared at the back of the original body with slight concern: After a few seconds of anger, Mortarion finally calmed down, but his shoulders still rose and fell at an exaggerated rate. As he stood there, there was clearly still lingering anger in the primarch's heart.

Fortunately, they had already lowered the curtain outside the stands when they were taking a break: an optical camouflage mask allowed outsiders to vaguely hear some sounds here, but they could not see the embarrassing scene inside.

Garro breathed a sigh of relief and complained quietly to Typhon.

"That's not a good thing, man."

"Of course I know, Garro."

Typhon nodded. He deliberately lowered his head, reduced the frequency, and pretended to be weak. But in private, his smart eyes had long been restored, and he was quietly spying on Garrow's face. .

As expected, although the Terran veteran looked at the original body with simple worries, there was also an element of disapproval: It was obvious that Garro was loyal to their original body, but he was not foolishly loyal. In his heart, there were certain principles and morals that were more important than loyalty to his Primarch.

…

This guy is not from the same group as him.

Typhon thought to himself.

But this doesn't mean that they can't join forces under certain circumstances: As for what Garro thinks about this kind of joining forces, this kind of trivial matter doesn't matter.

The corners of Typhon's mouth rose.

He had to remember this: Although he had no plans now, he might be able to use Garro's loyalty in the future.

After all, he could no longer stand Mortarion as a bastard.

Typhon's pupils were full of hatred.

"Of course I know that this kind of character of Lord Primarch is not a good thing, brother."

Typhon's voice was soft: ensuring that only Garro could hear his words.

"But what can be done: our Primarch has always been like this."

"He's not going to change, and we all know he's going to keep his greed and bad temper."

"Then dragging us all down."

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"Or we can stop him."

For the first time since he attended the meeting on Nicaea, Leman Russ smiled literally, two sharp canines on display, gleaming against the obsidian ground.

Obviously: Ahriman's answer after the silence satisfied the Wolf King.

But on the other side, Leman Russ seemed to be ready to push further. He deliberately did not look in the direction of Prospero, but stretched out a hand in front of everyone, as if to invite him. Ahriman was bending down in front of him, and the expression on his face could not be seen.

"We can stop him: stop what Magnus is doing, can't we?"

The fingers stretched forward.

"Tell me, Ahriman: they all say you are the best leader."

Unknowingly, there was urgency and expectation in Leman Russ's tone several times.

"You tell me that you have nothing to say about our complaint against Magnus. Then please answer my question: If the All-Father and the Council of Nicaea really decide to prevent the Thousand Sons Legion from developing psychic powers. Foolishness, then as a member of the Thousand Sons Legion, do you have the faith, determination, and most importantly, the ability?"

"What about stopping your father, and your Legion, from their previous folly?"

"Tell me, Ahriman."

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Can you do it?"

Leman Russ didn't seem to notice his attitude at this time, which had deviated from his position on Nicaea: the current Wolf King no longer seemed to be standing against Magnus and supporting him. The scoundrel and his allies started questioning him. The expectation and urgency in his words had already made many people look at each other in confusion.

Characters like Morgan, Jaghatai Khan and Sanguinius looked at the back of the Wolf King with a smile and shook their heads helplessly.

【Ruth...】

The Spider Queen sighed.

[He knew clearly, how could Ahriman have any idea? 】

[It’s simply whimsical. 】

"That's right."

Conrad beside him blinked.

"He is having a fantasy. He knows very well that Magnus is actually hopeless, but he still wants to imagine that Magnus's most outstanding son can actually save him, so that the fate of the Thousand Sons will not be so tragic. ”

"Stupid, ridiculous, naive."

"But then again, isn't that why we appreciate Ruth as a person?"

"Who would have thought that it would be Russ who was still thinking about Magnus in the end."

At this moment, even the always naughty Midnight Ghost felt a little emotional.

"He is still so stupid: in so doing he carries Ahriman to the fire."

"How should Qianzi answer?"

[He doesn’t have to answer. 】

Morgan raised her head slightly. She stood at a position that was close to the commanding heights, overlooking the entire venue at a latitude second only to the emperor: Like the Lord of Mankind who remained silent throughout the whole process, it was obvious that since the opening of Nicaea, The leader of the Think Tank Faction and the Psychic Faction, Morgan remained silent from beginning to end.

Obviously, she and her father have fallen out of the ecological niche of fighting on the field: but what will happen next, they can see it more clearly than everyone on the field, because the development of the facts does not depend on the goddess of luck. It depends on the probability and the performance of the players on the field, but relies on the calculations and randomness in the minds of real bystanders.

"No need to answer?"

【Yes. 】

Morgan looked at the Printer.

【Because the time has come. 】

"Isn't there still a few minutes?"

[I asked them to advance for a while: I occasionally abuse the power of my only daughter. What reason do my dear father and his dear housekeeper have to disapprove of my little willfulness? 】

"For Ahriman?"

[He's helped me a lot, brother: for the past hundred years. 】

[In fact, thanks to him: I have never worried about the position of the chief think tank. 】

【so……】

“That’s it!!!”

The emperor's golden scepter struck the marble table at his feet three times, and Malcador broke the silence on the scene: he pulled the Wolf King away from Ahriman, who was bowing his head, and the withered figure only moved a few steps, Then he forced the somewhat gaffeful original body back to his position.

"Handprinter."

The Wolf King bent slightly, showing absolute respect for the old man.

"Wolf King Leman Russ."

Malcador's voice was hoarse.

"Do you have any other questions or more opinions that you would like to speak?"

"……No."

The Wolf King hesitated for a moment. He seemed to have come to his senses and realized how rude his previous actions were.

"That's good."

The bearer stopped looking at him and waved his hand, signaling Ahriman and Guilliman to go down first: the Macraggeans left quietly, but there was something wrong with the direction of the Thousand Sons.

After much hesitation, Ahriman walked quietly in the direction of Magnus: although his compatriots glared at him, the silent King Prospero was calmer than his heirs.

He made a gesture: No matter how unwilling the Thousand Sons were, they had to make way obediently and allowed Ahriman to return to their queue, even standing closest to Magnus. superior.

The father and son remained eerily silent for the next few minutes.

Guilliman witnessed all this, and it was not until he was sure of Ahriman's safety that he turned to join Morgan and the others.

Behind him, the Sealmaster's voice echoed between the seats and the dome.

"My lords: The meeting in Nicaea has come to an end here."

"Now, please leave in an orderly manner. No one should stay here: there will be a break of about thirty minutes. After the break, the Emperor will announce to everyone his plans for Nicaea. , the final verdict for both sides of the debate.”

"And now, please leave."

"Including you, Ruth."

Malcador glanced at him, and the Wolf King just nodded: he turned around, and Mortarion stood there with a gloomy face, obviously waiting for him to give an explanation.

But before that, the Wolf King glanced inadvertently and discovered a slightly strange scene: he noticed that after Malcador issued a notice to adjourn the meeting, Jaghatai Khan was the first to leave the venue. of.

That's nothing.

But the problem was: just as Khan was about to leave the door, another figure quietly approached him.

That's...

"Alfaris?"

The Wolf King muttered, then slowly looked away.

"What is he going to do again?"

——————

"Of course I'm asking you a question, brother."

Under Khan's wary gaze, the Lord of Hydra's smile was chilling.

"An Xin: I only ask one question."

"My dear brother Chagatai."

"Did you notice: you just did something really stupid?"