Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

For thousands of years, the planet named [Moro] has been standing in the center of the Milky Way, completing its revolution and rotation day after day in the northern part of the maelstrom area.

In the administrative planning of the Human Empire, it belongs to the Far East Star Region and is a relatively important node in the vast and empty area in the north-central part of the galaxy.

This huge habitable world looks unremarkable, but its civilization has a long history: thousands of years ago, when the first human explorers left the home planet of Terra, they drove primitive spaceships to the While exploring the Milky Way, they were shocked by the richness and beauty of Moro.

This world thousands of miles away from Terra has an environment that is very similar to the home planet of mankind: whether it is the flat and fertile main continent, the islands and azure oceans scattered to the north of the continent, or the mysterious swamps in the south, the western peninsula The highlands and wilderness, even deserts and huge underground caves, all awaken the nostalgia of explorers.

So, of course, human colonists began to build towns and walls in this world. The atmosphere of civilization spread on [Moro], and it never stopped in the world for thousands of years after that.

It was not until the 30th millennium that the fleet from Terra finally visited this civilized paradise that was almost isolated from the world again after a long time.

At this time, [Moro] is ruled by several great families who drive Knight Titans. The Devine family gathered in the city of Lupekarlia is the leader of everyone. Their ancestors have cut off their bloodline from the past. The title of "Supreme King" was inherited from the royal family, and under them, families such as Donal, Kaushik, and Mamalagorn were bounded by territories and fulfilled their loose obligations as feudal ministers.

Until the warships of the Human Empire swarmed out from Mandeville Point, thousands of the most powerful war engines blocked the sun of this world, casting the shadow of the great journey over the head of every Moro.

The person commanding this fleet is none other than the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind.

In addition, the most powerful leader in the galaxy has some unknown purposes, summoning several of his descendants to join this conquest in a fuss.

Horus.

Fulgrim.

Leon Jonson.

Chagatai Khan.

(Don’t ask me why the emperor mobilized troops so much, gw wrote it this way, and I don’t know why)

The demigods scattered across the galaxy responded to the call of their father and monarch. Although the four Primarchs did not bring their armies, but each led hundreds of their descendants to join them, they and the Emperor's The combined force is still the power of divine punishment that is enough to defeat any enemy, not to mention the ten thousand soldiers of the Imperial Guard who are by the emperor's side.

When hundreds of airdrop pods fell like a downpour, the Knight Titans belonging to the Devine family on the ground were as fragile as sparrows in front of the storm. The so-called resistance was just symbolic. After firing a few shots, they defended After the so-called knightly honor, the head of Devine's family knelt down in front of the emperor tremblingly, changing from the high king of Morocco to the governor of the empire in this world.

But no one paid attention to him. This family with hundreds of years of honorary history has never been the focus. The emperor led his descendants to explore the deepest part of [Moro] and led them to witness the existence of some things. His The four heirs swore to forget everything here, and to this end, they voluntarily accepted the Emperor's memory-erasing spell.

After that, the Lord of Mankind did not stop. He went to the most mysterious and obscure corner of [Moro], a corner that only he could know.

And his offspring returned to the [Emperor's Dream], waiting for the return of their genetic father.

No doubt it will be a boring time.

At least for Fulgrim, that's true.

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The phoenix of Chemos was playing with his hair boredly. He missed the [Emperor's Pride] a little, missed his best and most outstanding descendants, and even missed his dearest brother Ferus, who was obviously very talented. It had been less than two Terran standard months since I left all this, but the itch of nostalgia was already looming in my heart.

Unfortunately, they are not with him now.

only……

Fulgrim's bright purple eyes searched the room, and in the corners decorated with satin and gold paintings, he saw his brother.

Jaghatai Khan was there, holding a blade that Fulgrim had never seen before and wiping it carefully.

Recovered from a prosperous steppe world less than five Terran Standard Years ago, he rose from a savage khan to a member of the most noble class in the Imperium of Man.

Obviously, he is not quite suitable for this change of identity.

The Primarch of the Third Legion looked at his brother: the strange beard and locks of hair, the yellow and indifferent face, the unified smell of whips, riding boots and motorcycle oil...

Phoenix couldn't help but sigh.

His brother is not a civilized man. He is just like Leman Russ who is proud of his barbarism. Just from his appearance, you can see the striking savage atmosphere.

Thinking of this, Fulgrim's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, he frowned, and lightly condemned himself in his heart.

Enough is enough, we still need to be tolerant towards our blood brothers.

Fulgrim coughed twice and adjusted his state and spirit. Then, he unconsciously made the double-headed eagle emblem on the breastplate extremely obvious. The sight of the Primarch of the Third Legion found He looked at the mirror-like wall next to him and carefully checked his appearance to ensure that he was in his most radiant state.

But what he didn't know was that while he was focusing on himself in the mirror, his brother was also observing him.

Phoenix looked at himself up and down, adjusting some details from time to time, until he was finally satisfied. Then Fulgrim puffed up his chest and walked to his brother's side with a rhythm like a dance step.

He pursed his lips and controlled the muscles at the corners of his mouth and cheeks, ensuring that his first words with his brother would unfold with the most perfect smile.

Maybe he can't be perfect yet, but he can do his best.

"Jaghatai, my brother."

"Horus has spoken of you to me, often. He boasted of your descendants. Under your leadership, they have become the fastest hurricanes in the empire, bringing victory and glory."

In Fulgrim's slightly expectant gaze, Jaghatai's long beard was fluttering in the air. The Primarch of the White Scars Legion thought about his words for a moment, and then considered the reality of the situation.

Then, he spoke, just the simplest greeting, neither distant nor close, but full of necessary etiquette.

This situation even made Fulgrim hesitate a little. His brother was not as barbaric and rude as he seemed, nor did he have the reckless enthusiasm of Leman Russ that was even annoying. This made Fulgrim hesitate. Grim's preparation seemed a bit inadequate.

Phoenix of Chemos maintained the gentle smile on his face and began to select new topics from his mind to continue the conversation, while Jaghatai changed his stance seemingly casually, disappearing. Silently, he moved to a reasonable distance, like a hunter to a flying eagle, waiting for his brother's next words.

Almost in the next second, Fulgrim's purple pupils looked at the sharp edge in Jaghatai's palm.

"A very beautiful sword, Chagatai..."

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About fifteen minutes later, Horus, who had finally finished his own business, opened the door to the room. He had heard his two brothers talking happily there early in the morning.

Fulgrim and Jaghatai each stood under a painting. They maintained a safe and polite distance, casually discussing some topics: swords, heirs, and the commonalities between the vast grasslands and the barren desert.

The moment Horus opened the door, Fulgrim was boasting about his most proud heir: Akudona. He played the most beautiful music in front of his brothers, combining the talents and achievements of the chief palace swordsman. and ability merged into the most rhythmic hymn. Whenever he talked about the fragments that made him happy, his fingers would unconsciously and slowly brush over the breastplate, allowing others to pay attention to the whole thing. The Empire's unique two-headed aquila emblem.

But it is a pity that Jaghatai seems to be unable to see this honorary medal that is worthy of being compared to the Warmaster. He always maintains a polite silence and listens, only when Fulgrim mentions some deeds that are truly worthy of praise. , will respond with a low and affirmative word.

This even disappointed the Phoenix of Chemos.

But when the footsteps of Horus reached the ears of the two of them, this monotonous atmosphere became active and lively in an instant.

Fulgrim turned around, showing an attitude of undisguised joy. He opened his arms and embraced his Wolf Shepherd brother passionately.

Behind him, Jaghatai punched Horus lightly and gave him blessings from the grassland with a smile.

Although this is the flagship of the Emperor, at this moment, the three original bodies seemed to be on the [Spirit of Vengeance]. Horus put his arms around the shoulders of the two brothers, amidst bursts of hearty laughter. , the three of them opened a few bottles of wine, and finally sat in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, where they started some lighter topics.

"To be honest, I have no idea why my father summoned us all the way here."

Witnessing the blue-green surface of [Moro], Fulgrim turned his head in the shadow of the star and asked Horus a question. His purple pupils shone in the shadow, like backlit gems. .

"Father must have his considerations."

Horus sighed softly. When he mentioned his genetic father, the words and chest of the Wolf Shepherd God were filled with the most sincere trust and love, as if the most ordinary child was admiring his father.

"You, I, we, only need to be responsible for our own legions and heirs. We only need to consider what happens in a world or a galaxy, and only need to remember tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of names. Enough to allow us to fulfill our mission.”

"But our father is different. He has to shoulder more."

Horus exhaled a stream of cold breath. He looked at the huge planet in front of him. His most beloved father was on it, suffering some secrets and pain alone.

He really wished that he could face it side by side with him.

"But our fathers are different. Fulgrim, my dearest brother, wants to take up an empire and rule the entire galaxy and race. I don't think the Sealbearer can actually help him. Malcador is so praised. It’s too much. In the end, the ultimate person responsible for everything is still our genetic father, and his burden is really too heavy.”

"But he can indeed handle it all. His strength and wisdom are far greater than ours."

Fulgrim nodded and answered Horus.

"When I saw him in Chemos, I realized this. He is far stronger, wiser and better than the best person I could imagine. At that time, I was thinking, I have no reason to refuse his invitation. , fighting for a better and better goal.”

Fulgrim's answer made Horus laugh. The Wolf God patted the Phoenix on the shoulder. The two Primarchs started punching each other in a playful way. On the contrary, the third Primarch leaned on his chair. On top, he frowned slightly because of some of the hidden information in Fulgrim's words.

"But, even so..."

Fulgrim blinked at Horus.

"I actually still don't understand why he summoned us to this place. This is not the core fortress of the alien empire, and there is nothing that would make our father feel dangerous."

Horus laughed.

"Maybe he just wanted to see his offspring."

The Wolf Shepherd turned around and patted the Chagatai.

"For example, meet his newly returned heir."

"besides……"

He looked at Fulgrim again.

"Meet his most motivated and outstanding child."

The phoenix of Chemos was amused.

He leaned on the chair and let out a laugh that was like the ringing of a bell. His beautiful long silver hair fluttered randomly with the laughter of the original gene, like catkins filled with snowflakes.

"Stop flattering me, Horus."

He said this, but the smug look on his face was not convincing at all.

Chagatai looked at his brother quietly, picked up his wine glass, and sipped it slowly.

Fulgrim smiled for a while, then turned sideways, leaned close to Horus, and deliberately told his brother in a rather mysterious tone.

"Don't let Zhuang Sen hear this...he will be unhappy."

As soon as the words fell, the two laughed again.

But this laughter soon stopped, because the superhuman perception of the original gene allowed them to capture some different sounds and breaths: a huge, indifferent, and not to be underestimated black shadow had appeared in the corridor. On the other side, we are about to enter this room.

Chagatai sat in his seat and continued to drink wine slowly, marveling at everything in front of him.

At the same time as he heard the footsteps, Horus's casual aura disappeared without a trace in an instant. The Wolf Shepherd straightened up almost instinctively, and the unrestrained laughter on his face shrank into a With an indifferent smile, he stood up, faced the voice, and walked to the door.

A different kind of aura lingered on Horus's body, an aura of facing confrontation and test. At this time, Horus looked more like a smug prince than the brother of the original body.

Fulgrim did not stand up. He picked up his own wine glass and muttered something softly.

In this inaudible exclamation, the huge shadow walked into the room.

Long golden hair, green pupils, pure black armor and a sharp sword, as well as an aura of calmness and authority like a king.

"brother."

Horus smiled and stepped forward to greet him.

Leon-Jonson, Primarch of the First Legion, arrived.