Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"In these four years."

"No matter how critical the moment is."

"No matter how tense the situation is."

"On the side of the Indomitable Truth, there is always a gun port pointed at Ms. Morgan."

"It's always ready to launch."

"Whatever exists around her."

"When the order comes, the guns will fire."

"This is an order from our Gene Father."

"All this time, the order has never been lifted."

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Coswayen stood in a low-Earth orbit four hundred kilometers away from the surface of Sisyphus III, quietly witnessing the equally quiet world of death in front of him.

He could see the green and pale colors hugging, twisting, influencing and changing each other on the stage with the world as the canvas. The former was the lush forest of the world of death that was full of vitality but could eat people without spitting out bones. Billions of vegetation shape the great country, and the latter are the clouds formed between the wind and haze, silently witnessing the alternation of life and death on the earth's surface.

He looked at it, waited, and worried.

Beside the Lion King's confidant, there was the busiest scene.

Five Stormbird fighter jets were parked there, and their pilots always stayed at their positions, waiting for orders to set off and fight at any time. And beside these soaring engines of destruction, walked the technical sergeants of the First Legion. They placed as many pieces of anti-psionic devices as possible on these giant iron birds, most of which they couldn't even name.

Under the shadow of the wings of these steel war eagles, Coswayne could clearly see those distant objects: they were the rows of gun ports of the Indomitable Truth, marking the entire firepower output of the entire side, marking the success of the ship. Thousands of crew members and servants stood at their posts, signifying the fury of the void that could destroy a permanent fortress complex in an instant.

As long as Causwayne gives an order, they will launch a devastating blow to any corner of this dead world in the next second.

Of course, for the First Legion, these conventional weapons are just additional supplements that are better than nothing. The real power is revealing its ferocity at the end of Coswayen's field of vision.

The Lion King's confidant narrowed his eyes. He looked into the distance and looked at the most powerful force he could control at present: the dim figure, the round and smooth arc, the body that symbolized the cry of the gods. Quantity and appearance...

It was a cyclone torpedo.

Coswayen stared at it for maybe a minute.

Then, he let out a long sigh.

If possible, he hoped that everything in his vision would be a meaningless preparation, but the power of this decision was certainly not in his hands.

The Dark Angel focused all his energy on his ears, where Zhuang Sen's voice and orders would be heard at any time.

Those few words will determine everything that follows.

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"I still don't get it, Kos."

At this moment, a confused and complaining voice came from the side of the Lion King's confidant. He raised his eyelids and looked at his colleague who spoke: Asmodeus is probably the best in the entire First Legion. think tank.

But in front of the [Mortal Psychic Advisor] next to their genetic father, all the think tanks of the First Legion are as dim as the stars under the moon, although they will not feel resentment because of this: resentment is not the Dark Angel's background, and the power Morgan displayed was enough to make these psychics feel instinctive fear and respect.

Even Corswayne himself was in awe of the mortal beside his genetic father, because he had witnessed her power: just a long chant, no bloody sacrifice, no need to Mentally exhausted, her strength was enough to transcend the light of the stars, tearing a shocking wound on Ran Dan's fleet, giving a victorious turn to the rotten battle situation.

And when they kept their feet on the ground and fought fiercely with Ran Dan's army in the sand and storm, the silver-haired lady's power was even more impressive: whether it was a permanent fortress that had been unable to be conquered for a long time and was thrown into the sky alive, Or a fully armed hive turned into fetid ashes in a long whisper, it is enough to make even the most knowledgeable Terran veterans shake their heads and marvel at the magic of psychic powers.

Not to mention, with this great power with infinite possibilities, the careful lady saved the lives of countless Dark Angels while constantly running and casting spells. In several years of battles, perhaps three thousand The Dark Angels survived because of her rescue, and perhaps more. Many Terran veterans survived the bloody assault, invisibly adding to the strength of the First Legion.

Because of this, when the Lion King's order was conveyed to Coswayne's mind, although he fulfilled it non-stop, he also sighed in his heart.

Unlike Asmodeus who was a little confused, the Lion King's confidants certainly understood the Lion King's thoughts.

"What don't you understand, Asmodeus, don't you understand why we do this?"

"If it were a secret, Calth, then I wouldn't ask again."

Looking at the Terran veteran standing in front of him, Coswayen stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, just like he would treat his real brother.

"It's not a secret, Asmodeus, I can tell you that."

"This matter is fundamentally not that complicated."

"The things you see now, whether it is the weapons in my hand that are specifically aimed at psykers, or these storm birds and cannon muzzles, or even the cyclone torpedo that can be launched at any time, are not part of our genes. The Father’s hasty thoughts in a short time.”

"My father had been constructing these things in his mind since the moment he saw Ms. Morgan showing off her power."

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"In the very beginning, after his first training session with Morgan, it was all okay. Our Genefather was confident that his sword and bullets were enough to fight this cunning and brooding psychic lady."

"But as the days go by, and with the increasing observation and understanding of Morgan, the [Lions] are no longer completely confident in the power of steel. You should remember that starting from a certain time a few years ago, our My father would carry a stasis grenade with him, which was an upgrade in alertness."

"Then, the Battle of Wollaston happened. You and I both witnessed it with our own eyes. After a period of preparation, what kind of power our Ms. Morgan will burst out, which is enough to threaten the Primarch, so , an orbital bombing will naturally become the trump card. We will use a special bomb. Except for our genetic father who is protected by a special void shield, the firepower of this shell will destroy everything on a continent. "

"Of course, the soundness of this method was shaken with the Battle of Billiven. Until now, we still don't know how this mortal became stronger so quickly and obviously, but she is indeed getting stronger. , powerful enough to cause planet-level disasters, and even an orbital bombardment is not enough to truly kill her."

"At this point, we have no other option except cyclone torpedoes and equivalent means of destruction."

Coswayne turned around. He slowly walked to the porthole and stared at the death world at his feet. A low voice swirled between the two people.

"So, we arranged it all."

"The fleet, destruction, and five hundred warriors equipped with the best specially-made weapons, each of them can easily kill the proudest warrior under Magnus, and these five hundred people combined, It’s just another thin dam to prevent trouble in the bud.”

"After all, we all know how terrible that lady who has been fighting alongside us for several years is."

"The power is enough to destroy Ran Dan's army. If it turns around one day, it will naturally threaten the human army."

"The will that is enough to save countless warriors. If you are willing to control and drive, you can naturally control the entire savage world."

"For this reason, our father will be the only warrior, vanguard and marshal in this battle. Once he thinks that his power cannot control the development of the situation, then we will activate everything in front of us."

"First bombing, then five hundred soldiers were airdropped for the final beheading activity."

"If they also fail, then they will also use their lives to buy the time for the Storm Bird to pick up the [Male Lion], and then the Cyclone Torpedo will end everything."

"It will all end."

"Or everything will be fine."

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Coswayne's voice was like a rolling stone, falling hard to the ground, making a sound that was originally impossible to make.

He could hear a rapid breathing, which was the think tank behind him who was shocked by the content of these words.

"Why... do you have to do this?"

The eyes of the Lion King's confidant were unmoved.

"We certainly don't have to go to this step. As long as our genetic father gets what he wants, he won't make everything worse. After all, it would be an intolerable waste."

"If safety can be guaranteed and hunger can be alleviated, even the craziest beasts will not show their fangs at will. In fact, the carnivores in the jungle are the most cautious creatures. They know how to challenge. The unpredictability that comes with fighting.”

"We wouldn't go that far if we didn't have to."

Coswayen did not have a deeper explanation, because he knew very well that as a veteran of Terra, Asmodeus was far from naive. He just couldn't accept the sudden change in front of him.

Sure enough, after just a few moments, the Dark Angel's think tank came to him calmly and asked his question again.

"When did your lord decide all this?"

"From the beginning, Asmodeus, he decided all this from the beginning. The beginning of the plan was the moment he saw Ms. Morgan's power, and the sign of the start of the plan was the moment Ran Dan retreated. .”

"Now that the annoying mosquitoes have receded, it's time to clean up the spiders in the corners."

Asmodeus blinked, and he saw the cold-weapon in Coswayen's hand. As a psyker, he instinctively wanted to stay away. The knowledge in his mind told him that this The instrument may actually kill an [alaph] completely.

"My lord, have you made up your mind so early?"

"This kind of thing does not require determination, it is a choice that is almost instinctive and common sense."

Coswayne closed his eyes.

"A psyker so powerful, so mysterious, so unmasterable."

“When war breaks out, soldiers press the territory, and alien military forces occupy every galaxy and world, those who can slaughter the enemy, stand on their own, and use their power to serve the empire will naturally be my lord’s confidants. "

"But when the situation eases, the situation improves, and the endless enemy forces are left with only defeated soldiers and flee, and the situation is no longer hopeless, then such a powerful and mysterious psyker is no longer a confidant."

"It's a close friend... a serious problem."

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[Am I always a symbol of disaster and disaster in your mind? Sir, I am very curious about this. 】

The sound, the sound is getting closer.

Hearing this question, Zhuang Sen frowned involuntarily. He walked lightly, like a most focused leopard, walking in the slightly decayed jungle.

He didn't answer the question.

Jonson accurately calculated his time and steps. He was constantly renovating a huge map in his mind. With Morgan's airdrop pod as the center, he had searched through most of the areas that belonged to the consciousness of the Primarch. It has been running at high intensity, searching for clues of psychic energy.

He was convinced that what he was looking for was now in the forest in front of him. His eyes could penetrate most of the area here, and his ears were raised to catch the slight sounds in the dead silence.

He heard the sound of boots scraping against the leaves. This time, it was particularly clear. Although it was only a moment that even the most keen Astartes would not notice, Jonson still captured it: it was a scene of devastation. The leaves slowly fell down under the gravity, and they accidentally rubbed the heel of the riding boots with the sound they made.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the Lion King's mouth.

But at this moment, the voice came again, and this time, it was still a question.

[Although I have already asked it once, Mr. Johnson. 】

[But I still want to confirm it once. 】

[Did you really come alone? 】

Along with this question, Zhuang Sen could feel those invisible tentacles appearing on his left and right. They were looming and distant, seeming to be waiting for the final appearance of some kind of sound wave and consciousness to complete their purpose.

Jonson laughed.

He remembered something, an insignificant fragment of his memory.

At this moment, he finally discovered her secret, her weakness, her ridiculousness.

He was even genuinely smiling.

He raised the corners of his mouth and whispered a firm answer.

【Yes. 】

[Of course I came alone. 】