Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Leon Jonson.

For five Terran standard years, this name has often appeared in Jaghatai's ears, sometimes inadvertently mentioned by his descendants of Terra, sometimes in the whispers of mortal officials echoing in the corridors, and even more. Most of the time, it was his brother Horus who spoke slowly, sincerely and seriously.

In the discourse of mortals and Astartes, the Primarch of the First Legion was not a powerful figure, and his irritability was whispered about, saying that he was far inferior to a great commander like Horus: neither he His barbaric origins, his withdrawn and arrogant image, or the fact that he had never achieved any outstanding achievements in the years since he returned to the empire, all became the reasons for their low-pitched criticism.

The outbreak of the Randan War further fueled the arrogance of this statement: What a powerful armed force the First Legion was. Everyone admitted that they were once the most powerful of all the Astartes Legions, even the Shadow Legion. The arrogant warriors of the Moon Wolf would admit this.

But look at now: the once great First Legion, led by their original body, left tens of thousands of corpses in the most remote and wild galactic frontiers, and there were hundreds of times as many mortal warriors who also shed blood on the battlefield, but Despite this, the so-called alien empire named Ran Dan has still not been crushed, and a large number of territories and worlds in the northern part of the galaxy have still not been returned to the hands of the empire.

The once most powerful and largest legion has lost its majesty in just a few years. Compared with the triumphal songs played by Horus and Guilliman in various parts of the galaxy, compared with the victory of the Eleventh Legion when facing the Randan Empire. Good news came frequently, and Johnson and his heirs could not even come up with a detailed good news.

People only saw: this Caliban led his legion to ask for more auxiliary troops and supplies again and again, and disappeared into the most remote darkness again and again. Whenever they returned, they would be scarred. They were exhausted, their troops were lost, millions of auxiliary troops disappeared again, and there was no sign of the smooth victory of other legions. Such a tragic situation naturally became the best evidence of the incompetence of the Lion of Caliban.

As for Ran Dan, whom everyone on the front line was vague about? It is nothing more than an alien regime. In these years, the legions of Horus, Guilliman and Dorn have wiped out countless such blasphemous civilizations, harvesting victory and glory in the west and south of the galaxy. , how has it ever been as embarrassed as the First Legion?

So many words kept echoing in Jaghatai's ears, and even Horus, whom he admired most, once commented in a low voice on his brother in private discussions: The Primarch of the Luna Wolves took Fei The commanding talents of Russ and Guilliman were comparable to his own. As for Jonson, the Wolf God admitted that he would be a good frontline commander, but nothing more.

"He does not have a vision that spans regions and galaxies. His energy and anger are often tied up in small things in the world, and then he spends his precious time and energy on an issue that is completely worthless."

Horus said this when speaking of his brother.

Jaghatai tentatively believed this conclusion. After all, in his father's hypocritical empire, the only one he could trust the most, and the only one he wanted to trust, was Horus.

But when he really saw Zhuang Sen for the first time, Jaghatai Khan crushed all his memories and inherent impressions into powder flying in the wind, letting what he saw and believed with his eyes form a true understanding. He knew that even the words of Horus, whom he respected, would not become the basis for false belief.

The first time he saw Zhuang Sen, the great khan from Chogolis knew what kind of person he was.

Those mortals, their ideas are really wrong.

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Horus was in a strange state.

The Primarch of the Luna Wolves is the most sincere figure in front of almost all his brothers and friends. He likes to treat everyone he faces with a smile, cheerfulness and common topics, so that he always Wrapped in a whirlpool of trust and enthusiasm.

Horus is like the sun, and there will never be a lack of warmth and harmony around him. This is the scene he has been working hard to manage. As for whether this is to imitate his genetic father who was born with endless radiance, he still has his own thoughts. Horus himself didn't want to think too much about it.

But at this moment, facing the brothers who walked in, Horus couldn't help but put away his smile and harmony. He straightened his back and stood there like the most perfect marble statue, with a kind of expression on his face. If not, it is the most standard and ritualized smile.

The Great Khan of Chogolis couldn't help but frown. Horus now didn't feel like a kind brother to him, but the kind of king he hated the most.

What is even more tragic is that Horus does not have the perfect talent as a king. He is more like a prince who deliberately imitates his father, trying hard to maintain his important and fragile majesty in front of his powerful brothers.

He didn't like the current Horus.

But Jaghatai wouldn't point it out, of course not.

"You're late, bro."

Horus took a step forward, and with his footsteps, Jonson also stopped moving forward. The two Primarchs kept a distance of about two meters, maintaining a solemn atmosphere.

Horus smiled, as sincerely as he could.

"I thought you wouldn't come. After all, you haven't attended a gathering between brothers for a long time. Last time, I wanted Leman Russ to meet you. Since you returned, the two of you have been Never met."

"The war is urgent."

Facing Horus' tirade, the Lion of Caliban simply responded with a few words. He seemed to have some kind of low-pressure aura, automatically blocking Horus' warmth from his spiritual world.

The Shepherd God spread his arms and seemed completely unaffected by the cold words from his blood brother. He showed a smile that was so kind that even Zhuang Sen couldn't figure out the problem.

"You can contact us, Zhuang Sen. You are our brother and one of us. Your legion and my legion both serve for the great cause. There is no need for you to put all the responsibilities on your shoulders and face it alone. The most desolate war in the galaxy.”

"Fight alongside?"

A smile appeared on the face of the Caliban Lion. It was not a warm smile, but a lazy manner like a wild beast mocking its prey.

"Are you willing to shed the blood of your wolves, Horus?"

"In the most remote corner of the galaxy, no one cares, no one knows, there is only silent bloodshed and countless sacrifices."

Horus paused, but did not answer immediately.

"If our father gives the order, then I will lead the Luna Wolves to any place and against any opponent."

As soon as the words fell, the two original bodies fell silent at the same time, and a heavy breath slowly solidified between them, as if the next second, the two legion masters would draw their blades and become enemies.

I don't know how long time has passed, maybe a few seconds, maybe a minute. In the senses of the original body, this is enough to be called a long time.

Then, at a certain moment, with some tacit understanding, Horus and Jonson swayed together and laughed, and in this laughter, the two Primarchs hugged each other and said hello.

"Welcome back, my brother, you deserve a break from the bloody abyss of the galaxy."

Horus patted Jonson's shoulder gently. This was not a genuine hug. His tone was soft and contained a sincerity that no one could question.

Zhuang Sen had already put away his smile, and he returned Horus's deep friendship in the calmest tone.

"I never returned, Horus."

"I never left there, I never left my Legion, my spirit was always there and that won't change."

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When Chagatai watched Zhuang Sen walking towards him, he vaguely seemed to remember something.

He was no stranger to this brother, there was someone just like him in his memory.

That was on the planet Chogoris, when his adoptive father had not yet died in a feud between tribes. He would take him running on the grasslands and enjoy banquets, bonfires and strong drinks.

And in the grandest banquets, there is often a group of the most special guests. They rarely come, but they always leave an impression.

They were a group of savages, a group of savages who packaged themselves with animal skins, bone arrows and strange decorations. They were assigned to the most noble positions, close to the leaders and elders, but around this group of strange guests, people would naturally A kind of vacuum formed, no one wanted to get close to them, and they didn't care, just drinking, or telling some stories of their own, and they would leave quietly before the next dawn.

Although the residents on the grassland are equally barbaric, they can sing the ancient songs of Changshengtian, carve exquisite jewelry and gold pendants, and decorate their yurts with tapestries describing legendary stories. But this group of people is different, completely different. Sitting there, it was as if the beast in the forest had given birth to limbs and facial features, and came to a civilized society.

Chagatai once asked about these people, and he was told that these people were hunters in the woods. They were the group of tribes that did not like grasslands and civilization. They stayed in the woods all day and night, or because of the leader order, or they simply liked it there. In short, they went crazy after staying in the deep forest and became exactly like the beasts they once hunted. They never wanted to leave the forest and return to the real tribe and civilization. .

Only the most demanding tasks and the leader's call can temporarily return them to the civilized world. They will complete their tasks silently and then disappear again.

When Jaghatai became the Great Khan, he respected these eccentric fringe characters and allowed them to stay in the last forest of Chogoris, but did not absorb them into his heirs and legions. Jaghatai thought that he would never be able to I can't see such a person anymore.

But now it seems that the Milky Way is more magical than he imagined.

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Fulgrim pulled up a chair, turning the summit of the three Primarchs into a meeting of the four brothers.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or Chemos Phoenix's boring little thoughts, but the arrangement of the four chairs is quite strange.

The chairs of the Wolf God and the Lion King were placed in the middle, but the chairs of Horus and Fulgrim were relatively close to the front. In this way, Fulgrim was closer to Horus.

But other than that, Chemos Phoenix didn't do anything special. The four brothers sat together, introducing and greeting each other. The atmosphere between Chagatai and Zhuangson was inevitably a little quiet, but Horus Fulgrim's open-minded nature made the conversation overall pleasant.

Their topics wandered between war, home, the galaxy, and their respective heirs. The names of Abaddon, Arajos, and Akudona were mentioned again and again, but compared to the dull and boring journeys of the other three primarchs, Zhuang Sen's story is obviously more attractive.

"My most intelligent descendant, James, once went to the front lines of the war with Ran Dan."

Horus leaned back on the chair, gently twirling his chin with one hand, and focused his eyes on his brother from Caliban.

"He told me about the war with Ran Dan: long, brutal, and as if there is no end in sight. There are more and more alien legions on the other side of the desolate and empty galaxy. The tug-of-war will continue from one galaxy to another. galaxy."

Zhuang Sen's eyes were also focused on the Wolf Shepherd God.

"Don't beat around the bush, Horus, what do you want to say?"

The Wolf God's brows jumped uneasily. Fulgrim glanced at this somewhat embarrassing scene and reached out for a bottle of good wine. He picked up several glasses and poured wine for his brothers one by one. During this brief pause, Horus blinked and thought about his next words.

"I just feel that this war is particularly tragic. My brother, I have had the honor to fight side by side with the oldest Dark Angels, but as far as I know, they have been martyred one after another in this war."

"So, what do you want to say?"

The Primarch of the First Legion did not compromise at all. He stared directly at his brother, as if a piece of soft flesh in his heart had been stabbed mercilessly.

He seemed irritated, the strange pride of the Caliban aching at some unintentional remark of Horus's.

Horus paused for a second, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Jaghatai smiled when he saw Fulgrim, and the phoenix of Chemos raised his glass.

"Horus just wants to help you, Zhuangson, he is just a little difficult to say. We are brothers, and it is natural for brothers to want to help each other. In fact, it is not just Horus. If you need it, I I will also bring my heirs to help."

"I do not need."

Zhuang Sen looked at the wine glass that was stretched out. He raised his own glass in agreement and touched it with great reluctance, but didn't take a sip.

"I need no help, Horus, and I thank you for your kindness."

"My Legion and I have endured all this, endured death and sacrifice, and we will continue to endure them until the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor is completed, and all of this is our own business."

Horus smiled. He was not embarrassed at all. The Wolf God said some apologetic words in his mouth, and also extended his wine glass to Zhuangson. This time, the Lion King responded with a calm smile and took a sip.

"You don't have to be so persistent, my brother."

The Shepherd God continued, showing a demeanor that even Zhuang Sen was moved, as if the embarrassment just now did not exist at all.

"There is more than one war in the galaxy, and the Great Crusade is far from seeing an end. There is no need for you to spend all your efforts in one war."

"This is the mission, Horus, the mission of the Emperor, who has entrusted me with the eastern part of the galaxy."

"Yes, I know, this is a mission, and the eastern part of the galaxy is your responsibility, but as we said, the Emperor has entrusted you with not only the territory to defend, but also the need to summon other brothers... .”

[Power] once circulated on the lips of the Shepherd God, but he did not say it in the end.

"From the beginning, this is not a war that can only be fought alone. Zhuang Sen, my brother, maybe you don't have to simply use the power of the First Legion. You can also try to entrust your trust to others. I have heard of the exploits of others in Sejames, of Mortarion and his warriors who did their duty, of the blood and sacrifice of the White Scars and the Nineteenth Legion."

"And those mortals, Jonson, my heir once mentioned to me a mortal named Morgan. She seems to have served in your legion and made achievements that are enough to be sung in this war. Unfortunately, No more details of the war reached our ears.”

Zhuang Sen was silent, and his silence was changing.

At the beginning, it was just a lazy breath belonging to a feline beast, but when Horus mentioned a special mortal, Jonson's face froze for a moment.

He opened his mouth, seemingly unwilling to do so.

"Yes, Horus, the war and victory with Ran Dan is not only my legion's contribution, but also...others."

"now it's right."

Horus laughed and took a sip of wine.

"You should be honest, my brother, whether it is Jaghatai or Mortarion, their descendants and legions did shed blood in this war. Maybe their achievements are not as important as the Dark Angels, but your legion does need more Many allies and support.”

The Lion King did not reply immediately. He chewed Horus's words in silence, his eyes narrowed, exuding a somewhat dangerous sight.

"And you, Horus."

"If I invite your help, will your legion come to the northeast of the galaxy and make sacrifices?"

Horus' expression remained unchanged.

"I have my own mission, Jonson. My next goal is to work with Jaghatai and Mortarion to eradicate a certain psychic alien that is gathering in the Druun system."

"But if you send the invitation and our father approves it, I will definitely help."

Zhuang Sen didn't reply, didn't sneer, and didn't laugh.

He was quiet, looking at Horus quietly.

Until Fulgrim refilled a glass of wine for himself, then raised the full glass and interrupted the conversation.

"Why do you bother yourself with these things, my brothers."

"Don't be so serious. Although we all have heavy workloads on each other's shoulders, not all brothers are as busy as us right now - you know who I am talking about, right, Horus?"

Both Primarchs laughed simultaneously.

"Leman Russ..."

Zhuang Sen spit out the name softly.

Fulgrim played with his hair, slowly untying the bond between the wolf and the lion as if telling a bedtime story.

"Our Fenris brother is currently fishing. The progress of his mission has made Terra very dissatisfied. It is obviously just a pocket empire, but he has not completed the mission of punishing it until now."

"Dulan."

Jonson said the word slowly.

"I have received instructions from Terra. As soon as the matter here in Moro is over, I will take my legion and tell Leman Russ the importance of efficiency and attitude."

Horus laughed.

"You will like Ruth, Jonson, my brother, I swear to you, you have something in common, although it can't be reflected very well, but in some aspects, you are really very similar."

"Perhaps you will hit it off."

Jonson didn't have any more answers, but Fulgrim glanced at Horus, feeling like he was looking for fun.

Then, his tone sounded as if he had discovered some small problem.

"A mission given to you directly by Terra, or a mission given to you by our father on Moro, Jonson?"

"It's Terra's order."

"Hmm... Then what did you and your father say on Moro?"

Following Fulgrim's question, Horus couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

The Phoenix of Chemos couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw this scene. Sure enough, when he mentioned this issue, Horus's indifferent attitude was somewhat broken.

His brother Wolverines could never tolerate anyone else being closer to the Emperor.

Fulgrim felt a bad sense of pleasure. He slowly leaned on the back of the chair, not caring about Jonson's answer.

The corners of Zhuang Sen's mouth twitched, his eyebrows twitched, and finally he squeezed out a few words without sincerity.

"Just some trivial matters."

These two chapters pause the plot for a while, and fix and deepen the images of several original bodies.

It is worth noting that this was still the first half of the Great Crusade, so the personality of the Primarch may be different from that of the later Heresy, and their views on each other were also in an exploratory stage.

Starting from the next one, the classic plot of the Warhammer universe is the battle between cats and dogs. After the battle, there will be a short plot of Druun, which is the climax of the Randan War and the fall of the Eleventh Legion. When the Emperor loses a When he joins the army, he will welcome his daughter back.