Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The battle and cleanup in the Billivian system lasted for about sixty Terran standard days, but it would still be another sixty days before the last alien gunshot ended.

The armada belonging to the Randan Empire did not completely collapse until the last moment of this battle. Those twisted, dark void engines entangled with the battleships of the Human Empire for a long time, until one of the two completely The earth turned to dust and was lost in the heat of the stars.

And just like most of the time in the past, in this fight, the one who fell was still Ran Dan, an alien, and an enemy of the human empire.

After all, the Empire of Man will certainly fail, but their defeat is by no means a sudden end: no matter how tragic the loss, it cannot prevent the Emperor's followers from reorganizing a larger, more determined, and more cruel revenge. The army will knock down the opponents who are lucky enough to win again and again until they are bleeding and their bones are reduced to ashes.

The empire's titans are falling, the empire's fleets are disintegrating, and the empire's warriors are bleeding, shedding blood like the vastest ocean, soaking countless worlds and galaxies.

But despite this, the Empire is still victorious, the Empire is still advancing, and the Empire is still completely erasing one once-glorious alien nation from the galaxy one after another, claiming all the past memories of its ancient race on their piles of corpses. Territory: The people of Holy Terra will not rest until humanity's great rise is once again realized.

The remains of the four million Randan warriors floating among the stars and planets of Billiven are just another roar and demonstration of this awakened ancient hegemonic revivalist against all the petties in the galaxy who are usurping their own territory.

The Emperor's will passed through the countless battleships and legions, and finally converged into a dragon-slaying sword that was even greater in the vastest star region. And the Primarch of the First Legion was wielding this sword, in The Ran Dan Empire's never-ending ambition for hegemony has once again opened a wound that cannot be healed.

Four million experienced warriors, as well as several huge supporting fleets, a vast sea of ​​slaves and logistical supplies, and permanent fortresses built on sixteen worlds...

Compared with these living losses, the illusory value of Billiven as a [traffic junction] is insignificant.

As an alien hegemon that is slightly superior in technology, but is obviously not as large as the human empire, such a huge loss is enough to make Ran Dan feel unforgettable pain: these blasphemous aliens have sacrificed their own lives for the ambition burning in their hearts. The entire race has been tempered into an extremely bloodthirsty army. Coupled with thousands of years of dormancy and accumulation, it has also attracted and controlled countless equally large alien races. Only then can it have the power to compete with the human empire using the entire galaxy as a battle line and a chess game. It is the background of the Shura Field of Fighting.

But now, this foundation is being depleted at an extremely rapid rate. Countless fronts are full of loopholes. Countless occupied areas are ready to move due to the scarcity of defenders. There are also countless so-called [allies] greedily spying on their rich homeland and planning. One tacit conspiracy after another.

And more importantly, even though they have paid such a huge price and achieved so many results, the Emperor's kingdom is still like a silent temple of war, with more legions and fleets constantly coming out, time and time again. When Ran Dan thought he had a winning chance, he returned to the gambling table with a stronger attitude.

This is not even the full strength of the Empire of Man, and perhaps not even half of it is used: Although the northern part of the Galaxy is ravaged by war, in the west, east, and south of the Galaxy, armies headed by the Luna Wolves and the Ultramarines are Calmly harvesting vast territories and conquering one rich pocket empire after another, the blood shed by Holy Terra in the war with Ran Dan is not even comparable to the energy brought by its continuous cannibalization.

After realizing this, a shadow that had not appeared for a long time began to condense on the head of this glorious alien hegemony.

fear.

Fear of humanity, of the Emperor, of His Empire.

It was a fear that could not be shaken, conquered, resisted, or even struggled more.

This most desperate emotion accumulated with failure after failure, destruction after destruction, and the death of famous kings and commanders again and again, until the Biliwen galaxy became Ran Dan's core frontline military center. First, after finally succumbing to the fierce attack of the First Legion, even the dullest general of the Human Empire could feel that in the boundless void in the northeastern region of the galaxy, Ran Dan's legion had gradually faded into the shadows. In the book, a mentality of escape and withdrawal is vividly displayed on the page.

Countless fortresses were abandoned, countless galaxies were emptied, and countless worlds and people were bloody massacres because they could not be transferred in time, leaving only large areas of desolate areas for the empire's vanguard fleet.

The blood-drinking blade of the alien hegemony sucked away the nourishment and life of countless galaxies, creating a pale and desolate isolation zone, temporarily hindering the First Legion's footsteps, and rashly crossing these uninhabited areas, going deep into It is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous and reckless act to conduct an expedition against the core of the Ran Dan Empire.

Therefore, under the instructions of Holy Terra, in the sixth year of this war, the Dark Angel Legion finally got its first actual rest, even though its brother legions had either publicly or privately The country has withdrawn from this war for some time.

The Fourteenth Legion had long since departed, and Mortarion led his sons back to Barbarus, recruiting new blood in the only place he admired in the galaxy.

The Nineteenth Legion was ordered to go to Leobia to destroy a threatening treasure trove of knowledge in that world.

The Fifth Legion has reunited with their mysterious genetic father, and they have a new name: the White Scars. Now, this swift legion with high morale is gathering a huge force, preparing to respond to a divine attack. Call: The Lord of Mankind issued a father's call to several of his descendants, including Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim, Horus and Jonson.

The Emperor decided to conquer a lost world of knights called Moro. Apparently, that world held huge secrets that caught the Emperor's attention.

In addition, there is the Sixth Legion, this barbarian army that came out of Fenris. Under the leadership of their genetic primarch Leman Russ, they unknowingly broke away from the confrontation with Ran Dan. , with no trace to be found.

Naturally, many people are dissatisfied with this, but when critics collect the battle reports of the Sixth Army, they have to admit: the Wolf King and his heirs have completed every combat mission, despite their bad attitude and delayed execution. , and even reckless methods, but the Sixth Army did not commit malfeasance.

So, in a burst of anger that was almost embarrassing, another task was thrown in Leman Russ's face. The King of Fenris laughed and led his descendants to disappear into the waves of subspace again. among.

In this way, in the sixth year of the war, after the blood of hundreds of millions of imperial soldiers was spilled on the battlefield, and when Ran Dan's nails were lifted from the land of the empire, both sides were silent at the same time. , the rhythm of the war seemed to have entered a slow resting stage, with only occasional news of pursuit and annihilation coming from the northern front of the Eleventh Army.

This alien hegemony that intended to compete with the empire seemed to have been hit hard. They continued to shrink their sphere of influence, clustering more and more fleets together, and never took the initiative to attack again, but used a kind of forbearance. Face the temptation of the empire with concessions.

Randan seemed to be retreating.

Even Zhuang Sen thinks so.

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But retreating and giving up don't seem to be the same thing.

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[How long has she been down there? 】

"One Terran Standard Hour, my lord."

【……】

[Prepare the airdrop pod for me. 】

"My Lord, what you ordered is for Ms. Morgan to use at least two Terra standard hours to prepare, and then you go [to attack the key]."

[An unexpected start is an inescapable part of any war, Calth. 】

Coswayen could only sigh in his heart as he watched the pure black airdrop pod that belonged only to Jonson streak across the atmosphere of the dead world with a bright red meteor.

After the victory in the battle of Billiven, everything seemed to be happy. The Legion finally ushered in a long-awaited rest. Even the stereotyped face of the Gene Father softened a little, and a relaxed atmosphere began to surround the "Unyielding Truth".

It was not until the fifth day after the battle that Zhuang Sen summoned this most trusted heir.

Coswayen stayed in the Lion King's office for ten minutes. After he came out, he held the Lion King's secret order in his hand and went to the most secret corner of the "Unyielding Truth". When he came out again, he had already Holding a weapon capable of killing almost all psykers, deadly anti-psionic devices like this began to appear quietly in the hands of more Dark Angels.

In this case, they finally came to Star Sisyphus III, a death world located in the Far Eastern Star Territory and north of the Maelstrom area. There was no ocean, no desert or frozen soil, and the entire world was hidden from the light of day. Shrouded in savage deep forests and shrouded in mist, with several-story-high carnivorous plants and cunning poisonous beasts dominating everything, even the Catachans must proceed here with caution.

And this is the place Zhuang Sen chose.

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The Primarch's airdrop pod, which was a few sizes bigger, crashed into the deep forest, like an exploding meteor. The rumble spread among the endless trees and vines, even dispersing the thick fog.

The bolts loosened, the hatch peeled off, and the Primarch didn't even wait for the shaking shell to fall completely to the ground before striding out.

He was fully armed, but did not wear a helmet. The prestigious [Lion Sword] was held tightly in his right hand, and the plasma pistol [Arctinus Flintlock] was not always used by the Primarch. It hangs on the waist on the other side, next to several stasis grenades.

His green eyes, which were more vibrant than the endless deep forest, were mercilessly scanning everything in front of him, but he only saw unprecedented silence and death: no birds singing, no running water, and no rustling of such tall trees rubbing against each other in the sound of wind. There was no sound, not even the wind.

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath, and the air with extremely high oxygen content was poured into his throat and lungs. The richness in the air nourished this strange and huge life, and also made this lush world a beautiful place for human beings. The world of death.

The Primarch took a step forward. He did not deliberately cover up the sound of his progress. The huge steel boots stepped on the ground, smashing the stones and rotten trees blocking the road, making a sound like a giant patrolling forest beast, lingering in the forest for a long time. echo.

He left the small plain created when the airdrop pod landed, and walked into the shadow of the deep forest. The light from the star was completely blocked here, and the primarch's gleaming green pupils were the darkness. The brightest color.

He walked and moved forward, until the last light behind him was abandoned and could no longer be seen.

Zhuang Sen raised his head and listened to the sounds of the deep forest.

The forest was very quiet, almost eerily quiet.

But he can still hear it, when he survived in the cannibal forest of Caliban; when he joined the Knights and returned there as a killer; when he witnessed the vast industrialization of the empire with his own eyes When the fields were harvesting Caliban's primeval forest, he could hear these sounds, the sounds of the forest.

It was howling, a silent howl, a howl that could only be made by a pitiful beast that had lost its self and was wantonly manipulated by countless silk threads and steel cables.

The Primarch's pupils glowed dangerously.

Zhuang Sen raised his sword and stood on the ground, making an extremely harsh sound.

[To this day, no human has ever dared to challenge me in the forest. 】

His voice was like the judgment of the gods, echoing among millions of towering trees and wandering on countless mountain peaks until it disappeared at the end of the horizon and spread to the most distant places.

In the next moment, much later, in the second when the Primarch's two hearts beat together, Jonson finally waited for a response.

That's laughter.

Cold, empty, chaotic, meaningless laughter, they seem to come from the sky, and they seem to come from some expressionless face.

[Then let me ask, do those of your kind often do this? 】

The air was quiet for a moment.

Zhuang Sen rolled his Adam's apple and made a muffled sound.

He pulled out the sword and listened to the smiles coming from all directions. They were like hungry snakes, greedily surrounding him and unwilling to leave.

The Primarch's eyes shone with a glare that would have killed a hundred Astartes.

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[I fought in the forest. 】

【Fight the beast. 】

【Fight against hunger. 】

【Fight the most primitive desire. 】

[Fight against those huge monsters that are more cunning and cunning than humans. 】

[Fight against the dark abandonment, compromise, escape and madness in your heart. 】

[Even fighting the forest itself... 】

[To this day, all battles will have only one outcome. 】

【And you. 】

【……】

【There will be no exception. 】