Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 766 Brothers \u0026 Closure Space \u0026 Secret Prisoner \u0026 Interlaze \u0026 Unconscious

"It's quiet."

"There is no group of bastards that are always noisy in the corridor."

"No one in the Milky Way comes to bother me."

"No need to drink, no fight, no need to wear that stinky wolf skin."

"Life is really wonderful ..."

Low, down, down.

Ricmanuz was like a beach mud, and he was paralyzed on the pimples covered with fur.

There was no warrior beside the wild king beside him. After being crazy after a fake real wine, he drove the group of noisy cubs out of all, and finally enjoyed a moment of peace.

This is a luxury that is difficult to find on the Hercules.

"No need to go out, and there is no command: Is this the world after the expedition?"

Lus was paralyzed on the throne, and his boring eyes were continuously patrolling the flags of the huge legion that are enough to cover the wall and the larger beast fur.

The whole father was on, and the peeling hairs were really beautiful at all: even if Zhuangsen's barbaric, he would not use him to kill the beast to decorate his warship.

If you want the Space Wolf Legion to really gain the respect of others, they must at least throw these beasts as a distribution: the flag of the legion can be retained, and then some sculptures or weapons can be placed.

Unconsciously, the king of Fenris had snorted lightly. He sang a vague minor tone with a nasal sound, and through the half -sleeping and half -wake -up brain, it was like an architect inspired by inspiration. , Use invisible tools to measure your palace.

Add a pendulum here, there is an oil painting there, Petulabo and St. Gilez should be happy to help, add several towers to the bridge, or hang it on the corridor between the corridors. Silk products: Let those stones and wooden sticks see all the ghosts.

Add some points here, where to add more, only a short modification, their warship will be reborn, like after the Balta's big angel returns, the flagship of the Ninth Legion has the same changes from [Gray Dady] to [Blood Tears]. Essence

Throw the broken things brought out of Fenris, and then remove the skin of the barbarians on the body, add a slight transformation, and put on the side capable: who dares to say that his wild wolf legion is A group of barbarians?

Zhuangsen?

Don't die.

Anyway, the Grand Expedition is over, and there is no need to install it again. Now that the emperor has opened the door to peace, then they don't need to be barbaric and gendarmerie: Of course, the dog's identity is still good.

However, it changes from the bite to the door: it is always civilized.

With a trace of drunkenness, Ramand stroked his beard with a smile: the wine in the air did not disperse, it seemed to just lie here, and he would fall into drunk again without knowing it. Essence

But his head is still awake. He knows where the recent wine bottle is, and he knows where the damn spear was thrown: he knew he should find time, find a suitable time, and start to transform his Majesty. The group is already a bit of no medicine.

Just like his Faruus brothers have been thinking there: The Great Expedition is over, at least it is about to end, then there are some things to put on the agenda as soon as possible.

But ... what should I do?

How should he make these fenris bastards into an army in his dream?

He did do something: but is it enough to rely on these measures?

The wolf king covered his forehead and felt that his brain was hurt. I don't know if it was because of drinking too much just now, or because he started thinking again: Rimirus personally felt that it should be the latter.

The Wolf King always stops thinking.

"It's really grass."

The raw body took a sip, slowly got up from the throne, kicked away the messy ground, and then crossed the hills piled up by the crushed wine bottles and food residues, walking to the door near the door.

This is also the only neat corner in the entire hall.

The reason why he came here was because he heard the footsteps in the corridor.

This sound is firm and powerful, and the rhythm of the rigidity is like the fist of the empire: After the wolf king managed to take care of himself, the owner of the sound sounded that he had passed the guard of the guard, and the rough knocking sounded immediately.

"Come in."

Rice shouted a throat.

Then, the door opened.

It was the perfect soldier of Rymanuus's dream of, and it was all fantasy in his mind, and it was the [Wolf King Fantasy Dream] for Ramulus.

He is tall, strong and strong, iron -blue power armor, and a similar face outline that is similar to Rymanuus, and talked about the identity of his space wolf warrior: but it is higher than the usual werewolf Essence

The most important thing is that this space wolf has no fenris wild, loose, and unruly.

He kept his short hair, the beard was shaved cleanly, revealing his firm chin, and the steel -like eyes showed that he had never suffered from alcohol. In addition to the necessary military rank signs and a little decorations on the chest, it also I can't see the fur and runes from Fenris.

But the most eye -catching is his tall figure and healthy muscles: even with the standard of Astart soldiers to judge, the muscles of this space wolf are too spectacular.

Can't help but worry: Whether the power armor on his body can trap the power of this flesh.

In short: This is like a fist of empire wearing a space wolf armor.

And he: is a [Nunman].

The recruits selected by Ricmanu in the world outside of Finilis also represent his fantasies about the future of the Sixth Corps.

"grown ups."

The coming person stood upright, meticulously walked with the Empire Eagle Rites: Before them, the primary had never seen this kind of etiquette on any space wolf, which made him feel in his mind for almost three seconds. The clock nodded and smiled.

"No need to be more courteous, William."

"Find a place by yourself."

Speaking, Ramandu took a table and sat down: But his Norman son was not enthusiastic and self -familiar from the fans. Action should always maintain a suitable distance with your own lord.

Then stand like an iron tower, meticulously reported his work.

"Thank you for your kindness, adults: but I have more important things to report."

"Are you about Provelo?"

Speaking of this name, Rimruce glanced at the spear of the alcoholic god if he had nothing.

"Yes."

William nodded.

"According to the command of the emperor and the previous agreement, the Dark Angel's fleet has completely withdrawn from the Pros Pero galaxy. You report the task progress "

"Say."

The wolf king grinned, turned left and right, looking for wine that was not finished.

"For the comprehensive blockade of Prover Pero, it has come to an end: We have demolished all the space ports, the only entry and exit channel is held in our hands, and all the communication networks have been cut off. A sufficient extinction.

"In addition, we have flattened all cities except the capital Tisca on the planet, forcing its population to move in, so that we can do centralized management: the scheme of the isolation wall and the supervision tower has been approved by Tara. Starting construction after the supplies are in place.

"..."

Ramulus was not happy or angry. He just listened quietly: listening to the tragic situation of his brother's legion, and then absent -hearted, the wine dripped on his beard on the ground.

"What is the reaction of Qianzi?"

"In the past three months, a total of more than 500 protests in a total of more than 500 were protested, of which more than 130 times. The anti -spiritual weapon provided by Caliban is suppressed. "

"Cap or death?"

"We keep in mind that you have no bleeding incident. All the parties will only warn and imprisonment. If you are serious, you will have physical punishment: forcibly wearing them for the banned magic circle."

"..."

The wolf nodded, and his complexion became better.

"You can execute my order 100 % like a machine, and do not participate in any personal emotions at work: This is why I choose you, not the reason why the Finilis cubs to take care of Pros Peiro."

"Not letting you down, adults."

William lowered his head slightly.

"But the problem is that the manpower of the manager's manager is indeed insufficient. Tizka's mortals have been protesting. They protest we forcibly move and isolate, protesting that we prohibit them from conducting spiritual research, protesting our Thousands of Legion's Legion's Legion's Corps’s At a atrocities, I also protested that we isolate Pros Pero themselves. "

"Didn't you say that this is an emperor's order?"

"I wish me blunt, adult."

William hesitated.

"The Prove Laer obviously lacks enough respect for the name of the emperor."

"When your non -bleeding command allows our mortals to resist these protests, they always seem to be in hand: the Prove Pero people have figured out our details, small -scale riots and turbulences, and even snatching guns weapons. The situation occasionally appears. "

"So, at a necessary moment, do you think we should ..."

"no!"

The wolf king waved his hand simply, and his son -in -law stopped his speech immediately.

"For more people to Tyra: Can't let the blood flow in the people of the empire."

"At least before the emperor ordered ..."

The wolf king murmured some decadence, throwing the bottle at his son -in -law.

"Come on?"

"Sorry, adult."

The newly -born space wolf handed the bottle to his original body respectfully.

"Can't drink during work."

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The primary laughed.

"Do you know, William."

"What? Adult?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"I plan to create more Normandan like you in the future."

"But I was also thinking: this may not be a good thing for the Sixth Army."

Rimulus licked his lips and greedily stretched his head into the barrel.

"Isn't it a good thing? What do you mean?"

"Meaning ..."

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"The current empire can not stand the civil war that has been involved in the legion."

"No matter which legion: no matter what the cause of the war is."

"We can't stand such a torment."

"So..."

"That's why I have to lock you up here."

"Lock you up in my territory, huh?"

"Hahahaha..."

When the shadow behind Heracle Fenr gradually covered the yellow-gray ground beneath his feet, Fenris stood on its bridge, looking down at the world beneath his feet.

Betangamon.

The gateway to Terra.

A place where heavy troops are stationed.

It is also the part of Terra that was given to Leman Russ after the Badab crisis among the corpses vomited by Guilliman: Now, on this gateway world of Terra, the flags of the Space Wolves are fluttering.

Those High Lord bastards who gave birth to children without assholes really trust him.

Leman Russ can hear the grinding of teeth: whenever he thinks of how the High Lord's envoy sincerely asked him to take over the authority of Betangamon, the Wolf King will feel furious.

He was surprised: surprised that he hadn't fought back until now, and tortured those Terran bastards with whips and claws.

Perhaps it was because he knew very well that a world like Betangamon could not be sent back and forth by the High Lords: behind this, it was either Malcador's intention, or another big plan in the All-Father's mind.

Fuck the plan.

On the way to the surface, the Primarch kept repeating the curse words in his heart.

Although this was his world, only one-third of the military forces on the planet would reluctantly obey the command of the Space Wolves: even those who belonged to Terra or the Custodes stationed here, and some were secret weapons under the direct command of the All-Father.

Even Russ himself, if he wanted to reach the center of Betangamon, he would have to endure unimaginable interrogation: from the ship's use of the Mandeville Point to the Stormbird's final stable landing at the airport, the Primarch suffered more than forty procedures or surprise inspections.

If he failed once, the military forces of the entire galaxy would be activated.

Including a whole fleet: But the battleships that Leman Russ could see were far more than ten fingers, and the rest of the ships of all sizes might have already exceeded a thousand.

And there are Titan Legions: God knows how many Titan Legions Holy Terra has hidden in this broken place. The Primarch only knows that in order to cooperate with the power of these Titans, there are more than 60 elite members of the Knights' Houses stationed in Betangamon all year round.

And if there is a war, this number can easily be quadrupled or even multiplied.

Compared with them, 10,000 idle Space Wolves, almost 8 million elite Solar Auxiliary Army, and permanent fortresses that are eager to cover every inch of land, seem to be just insignificant additions.

While thinking, the Primarch slowly walked through the last level of inspection. The huge Black Stone Obelisk was stationed next to it. Buildings like this are everywhere in the world, with a density comparable to Cadia next to the Eye of Terror, which almost completely isolates Betangamon from the Warp: Psychics can't survive here at all.

Even the Primarch felt a headache.

And all this, all of this.

All for one person: a prisoner who has been forgotten by the whole galaxy.

He is also the most honorable prisoner in the whole galaxy.

"Huh——"

The door opened, and the cold air blew on his face. The Wolf King slowly walked into the shadows: the vast space that could accommodate the Titans completely blocked any external light, and the only light point was the huge container at the deepest part.

It was high in the air, and it was a suspicious green liquid that was 100 meters square.

And in that liquid: a piece of rotten meat that could barely be recognized, a noble soul that could not be covered even if it was broken into pieces, was the only prisoner in the entire Betangamon.

"Magnus..."

The Wolf King raised his head and looked at his brother.

The broken arms: one was completely gone, and the bones of the other also had traces of cutting and picking.

The empty legs: the messy joints had some mechanical impressions, perhaps wanting to give its owner the ability to walk again, but this plan was eventually abandoned.

The bloody back had only received the most basic care, with dozens of wounds and scars exposed. Amid the gurgling sound of bubbles, ominous red particles were constantly flowing out of the wounds on the back.

The scarred chest...

Oh: He could see at a glance that the remaining heart was struggling to death.

The eye sockets, the lips, the head, the face... the soul.

The soul of Magnus.

The Wolf King looked straight at him, enduring the pressure of the Black Stone Obelisk. When Leman Russ wanted to use his psychic power, the strong pressure almost made him kneel on the ground: this was the strongest jailer beside Magnus, the iron chain that was enough to restrict the Scarlet King.

"Magnus."

In the sound of struggling breathing, the Wolf King licked the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you still alive?"

"..."

The prisoner did not answer.

But at a great distance, Leman Russ seemed to hear a voice in the wind, which made him close his eyes.

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Russ didn't know why the All-Father had completely abandoned Magnus halfway through the treatment, and reduced him from a guilty patient to a complete prisoner.

He also didn't know why the All-Father finally chose him and his legion to be the jailer of Magnus.

He also didn't know if Magnus was still conscious now.

Was he still alive?

Could he still think?

Could he still remember what he had done on Nikaea?

Could he still feel regret? Shock?

Or hatred?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

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He hoped that Magnus would wake up: or the Emperor would forgive his brother.

But: he also hoped that Magnus would never wake up from now on.

He also hoped that: the All-Father would never soften his heart and forgive his brother again.