Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Ⅰ

"Your handling of this matter is a bit inappropriate, sir."

Nemir raised his head and stood in front of the silent Primarch of the Dark Angel Legion. The face of this Caliban warrior was full of perseverance, forming a perfect image with the somewhat shrinking Zahariel beside him. sharp contrast.

It's hard to imagine that before they became warriors of the Astartes, they seemed to be brothers with true blood ties.

"Here, I think I have to remind you, my lord."

"Although this book is a classic written by Lord Morgan himself, according to the ancient rules of the First Legion, when dealing with this kind of foreign object, we must perform a complete inspection until its safety is confirmed."

"This might...take a while."

At the end of the words, perhaps he realized something was wrong. Even the determined Nemir couldn't help but pause for a moment before explaining his point of view again.

And his perseverance did not receive a quick answer. The Dark Angel's monarch just sat quietly on his throne, like a silent old lion, watching the two heirs in front of him.

The Primarch's armor has not been taken off for a long time, and it is covered with stains of blood and indiscernible dirt: As the fleet of the First Legion approaches the core area of ​​​​the Randan Empire, this alien is destined to meet its fate. The race is also engaged in increasingly fierce counterattacks and desperate struggles.

Today, many of Ran Dan's offensives are no longer superb tactics or strategic moves, but a simple madness eager to die with the Dark Angels. Countless blasphemous technologies that are fundamentally unstable have been thrown into the war like mushrooms after a spring rain. , the twisted evil spells from the subspace have emerged in every battle, causing the First Legion with full firepower to fall into the quagmire of a difficult war.

In this way, when the remains of the Tuckers galaxy have completely disappeared, and when the entire human empire is gradually forgetting the former powerful enemy named Ran Dan, the First Legion is still trapped in the darkness that no one pays attention to. For a war that has not yet ended, he shed every drop of his precious blood.

But even so, no one dared to make any complaints. No matter what kind of slander was brewing in the hearts of the Terran veterans, the presence of the Primarch fighting side by side with them on the front line was enough to keep the entire legion in deathly silence and offensive. : Until the number of casualties was so high that even Zhuang Sen had to frown.

And it was at this time that the news about the think tank book came to the ears of King Caliban, following the new batch of supply fleets from behind.

Frankly speaking, when he knew that he was not the first Primarch to be given a book, Johnson was really angry, but soon, a book written by Morgan himself came with a special introduction to Ran Dan. The strategy book was placed on the desk of the Lord of Dark Angels, successfully calming the lion's anger.

But obviously, there is far more than one person who can arouse Zhuang Sen's anger.

When Nemir, who had been promoted to the Redemption Priest, dragged his think tank brother: Zahariel, who was entrusted with promoting the psychic book, to the throne room of the Primarch, the person responsible for handling various daily documents was beside him. The head of the legion, Coswayne, had already been twitching his eyelids unconsciously.

He could even guess what was going to happen.

As expected, Nemir pointed directly at the think tank training manual [which had not undergone any serious inspection] as soon as he opened his mouth, hoping that Jonson could search this book: Although everyone present knew that if there was no information from the Primarch, Order, there is no way that book can be promoted in the Legion.

When the Redemption Priest's words finally stopped for a moment, Coswayne's worried eyes were already focused on him. The Legion Master knew that the Redemption Priest was a very determined figure in his heart, so firm that it could even be said to be a bit pedantic. He couldn't help but worry about Nemir's fate.

In the breathless concentration of Causwayne and Zahariel, the Primarch of the First Legion slowly stood up from his throne. His body was still filled with the aura of countless battles, and he was simply a moving obsidian statue. .

When he finally stood in front of Nemir, the solemn majesty, the dead face and the suppression of the Primarch had made the face of the Redemption Priest seem to have lost its blood and fell into a sickly pale color, but he still bit He clenched his teeth and looked directly at his master.

Zhuang Sen was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

[Namir, my warrior. 】

"I am here, Primarch."

[I am very impressed with you: you have stood out in many battles. You have gone through countless battles between us and Ran Dan, and you have always been brave and fearless. You are not a bureaucrat sitting in the rear. You know what we are going to. How terrible are the things on the battlefield? You have faced them. 】

"Yes, my lord."

[So, you have also seen those blasphemous subspace spells. Ran Dan has fallen at the feet of those evil spells. They will use this power in every battle to kill countless reliable warriors loyal to the empire, and we But there is always a lack of effective means to fight them, and they can only passively endure unimaginable casualties: this even includes many battle brothers who have fought side by side with you for a long time. 】

"...Yes, sir."

[But now, when we finally have effective enough counterattacks, when we finally have the ability to produce a large number of think tanks to deal with those evil subspace laws, you stand up and oppose it? 】

"..."

"Yes! My lord!"

【……】

Nemir gritted his teeth, his pupils burning with enough fire to keep the Primarch silent.

"From the moment I became the Redemption Priest of the Legion, I swore that I would not allow any unknown or untested power to be integrated into the Legion, no matter how much damage and corruption they might cause. It’s so insignificant, and I will never tolerate it!”

"Even if it means, I will disobey your orders, my lord."

"I have...I have sworn!"

【……】

[Very good, that is to say, are you questioning my authority now? 】

"..."

The lion's voice was very soft, just like the faint footsteps of a feline beast approaching its prey. The big steel-covered hand of the Primarch has slowly enveloped the head of the Redemption Priest, making the examiners on the side Swayne and Zahariel's hearts nearly jumped out of their throats.

Nemir, who was under his palm, seemed to have given up resistance. He closed his eyes, but there was still a certain determination on his face.

Under the almost suffocating gaze of the head of the Legion's internal affairs, the iron palm of the original gene came to the top of Nemir's head. Then, even Calth could not capture the movements of the original body. The deadly iron palm was in the strategic command hall. It rotated in the dim light, drawing a burning arc in the air. When it was caught by everyone's eyes again, it had already arrived in front of Nemir's pupils.

"boom."

That was the sound of a fire burning.

The Redemption Priest who closed his eyes only felt an abnormal heat coming from his face. When he opened his eyes, he only saw the still dim face of the Primarch and a small handful of burning flames in his iron palms.

That was definitely not a normal flame, it was a kind of excitement glowing with golden light, telling some kind of power from the subspace.

At that moment, everyone realized something, and Coswayne was the first to react.

"Sir, that is..."

[Psionic fire. 】

Zhuang Sen explained simply, and a vague smile could be seen on his silent face, as if he was silently mocking his heirs.

[Before I ordered the full promotion of this book, I had carefully read every page, every paragraph, and even learned some of the spells it taught: what you have before you is only the simplest one. 】

[That is to say, before you read this book, I have already tested it. 】

[How about it, my Redemption Pastor: Can you find a test ceremony that is more serious, more formal, and more unanimously approved by you and all Redemption Pastors than mine? 】

The Primarch's inquiry was a slow pronouncement. In the face of such words without anger and excitement, Nemir, who had just spoken righteously, now had nothing to say.

He took a deep breath and just stayed there. Until the Primarch came to Zahariel and announced that the promotion of the Think Tank Manual would continue as usual, the Redemption Priest did not say any more words.

It wasn't until he resigned that Zhuang Sen patted him on the shoulder and warned him in a low voice.

[Next time, don’t disobey my orders, my salvation pastor: no matter what reasons you have. 】

This warning was very low-pitched, but it could still be captured by the legion's internal affairs manager on the side. Facing such a scene, remembering some things that had happened in the past, all Coswayne could do was sigh with emotion.

But anyway, compared to the moment when he just took over the war between Legion and Randan, his Primarch's temper seemed...

Much better?

Ⅳ

"Dantioch, are you there?"

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"The Primarch has sent an order."

"Yeah, that's really rare."

When his battle brothers found Dantioch, the outposted captain of the Iron Warriors Legion was humming happily, polishing his latest architectural drawings, and constantly thinking about the possibility of capturing it.

And when the company commander of the Fourth Legion saw his subordinate and friend Zoran walking in, the joy on his face obviously rose to a higher level. Before the latter could say anything, Dantioch grabbed him. She held his arm and pointed at the drawing on her desk. It was a fortress that looked perfect.

"How big a threat do you think it is to launch air strikes or airborne operations against this fortress? I have seen the air maneuvers of those Dawnbreakers before, and they are impressive."

"They only need a few tactical squads and a certain number of heavy individual weapons to easily break through a permanent fortress filled with artillery and soldiers. They are far superior in terms of efficiency and results. Our fire bombardment tactics.”

Dantioch talked to his battle brothers. His words were full of talents and talents that had been ruthlessly suppressed, as well as some words that sounded too rebellious.

"When I saw the aerial combat of those Dawnbreakers, I couldn't help but sigh, why do we never use this tactic? Our strategy for dealing with those steel fortresses is only heavy fire bombing, as if the only way to do it is to blow it up from the front. It’s the only honor.”

"Could it be that when the Dawnbreaker's feet are a completely captured fortress and our feet are a pile of wasteland and rubble, is our victory more valuable than theirs?"

"Maybe just the opposite."

Dantioch's emotion made the eyes of the battle brothers beside him jump.

"Be careful with the words you say, my brother. They are tactics set by our genetic father. They are not something we warriors can speculate on at will."

"Can't soldiers think? We are obviously the most intuitive people about war."

"…Dantioch."

"What's wrong?"

"You're talking like a daybreaker."

"Is this a compliment?"

The Captain of the Iron Warriors smiled, winked, and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"We have been in Avalon for several years, but you still seem very uncomfortable here. Zoran, do you have something to hide?"

Zoran's eyes wandered.

"Not really, it's very good here, everything is fine, but, Dantioch, we have to return to the Iron Warriors Legion after all. That is our own legion, and there is our genetic father and destination. "

"But it's not necessarily the perfect one, is it?"

"Even though we are all warriors of the great Perturabo, we have to admit one thing: maybe there is something different in Avalon that is worth learning from us, even our genetic father."

"After all, no one is perfect, and no one can be invincible all the time."

"..."

"You are sounding more and more like a Daybreaker, my brother."

"Maybe, I guess there's nothing wrong with being a Daybreaker."

Dantioch walked to the window and looked at the scene outside the room: they were staying in a mountaintop fortress, with a bustling town at the foot of the mountain. Inside, there was a prosperous and peaceful scene that was almost dreamlike.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"You know, Zoran, that when we enter that city, the mortals there will cheer us, and not even the children will be afraid of us: for a few years ago, it was the same army we were part of. , liberated the world from the aliens, so mortals remember our identity and glory."

"But have you ever thought that when we were in the Iron Warriors, we had liberated so many worlds and redeemed so many mortals, but only in these worlds of Avalon did we get their cheers. "

"When we were in the Iron Warriors Legion, mortals always avoided us. Even the mortal servants on our own battleships would never approach us at will."

"It's a shame that some battle brothers are still proud of such fear."

Dantioch's words made Zoran unable to help but feel a little silent. He touched his neck and thought of how the enthusiastic mortals overwhelmed him and his team with their cheers when he returned to that city.

It's funny to say that Zoran and his tough guy brothers can face the alien army in a world without changing their expressions, but when they face these mortals who exude sincere worship and enthusiasm, even though these people are so The fragility, even the presence of many children, was enough to put Perturabo's Sons of Steel into a state of bewilderment.

It was a kind of enthusiasm and cheers that they had never encountered before. Dantioch and his party, who were accustomed to dead silence and silence, were stunned in place for a moment, numbly listening to the thunderous applause from all directions.

From that day on, Dantioch seemed to be a little different.

Looking back now, it was really a shameful scene: Despite this, the Iron Warrior who recalled all this still had an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

Zoran looked at Dantioch with a smile on his face.

"What do you want to say, brother?"

"It's just some of my private feelings, Zoran, I just feel that compared to Avalon and the Dawnbreaker Legion, there seems to be something...off about our legion."

"I don't know what the problem is, but maybe I prefer the atmosphere here at Daybreaker."

Zoran laughed.

"You'd better not let our father hear these words of yours, Dantioch. He has always regarded you as the child he is most proud of. Do you know how many people in the legion are jealous of this status? "

"I know very well, Zoran, and I know very well what the Primarch expects of me."

"So, I have been thinking about this question: Where did our legion fail? Why do the Iron Warriors seem so... lonely compared to the atmosphere of Avalon and the Dawnbreakers?"

"The same efforts and sacrifices were made, but some people got sincere cheers, but all we got was silence and new tasks that required sacrifice."

"If I hadn't seen what I was seeing, if I hadn't experienced those cheers and enthusiasm, Zoran, my brother, I might never have thought about these questions."

"Now, have you thought about anything? Dantioch?"

"...Not yet."

"Then let's take a look at the Primarch's order first. This is the most important thing."

The Iron Warriors' company commander nodded. He took the data pad, glanced at it, and then couldn't help but raise his brows.

"The think tank unit belonging to our legion has been formed? How long has it been?"

"You know what kind of style our genetic father has: It is said that three company commanders have been kicked to the bottom because they failed to screen out the psychic seeds in their companies in time. "

"...Is the think tank force accumulated through this method really useful?"

"This is not a question we should think about, Dantioch. It is said that the father of genes concluded that as long as a think tank force of sufficient size is formed, the enemy's wizards can be held back in the continuous delaying operation. This provides space for heavy firepower to be output.”

"What about the casualties of the think tank troops?"

"When did the Fourth Legion consider this kind of thing? Anyway, I heard that the number of potential psykers in the Legion is considerable, enough to offset the consumption in the battle: with the speed at which we recruit new blood and the resources brought by this think tank manual Standardized, the think tank troops can completely keep up with the overall war structure and style of the legion."

"In fact, I heard that the Think Tank troops have been put into the battlefield. They have completed their tasks perfectly, and the casualty rate is even less than one-eighth of the original plan. The Primarch is very satisfied with their performance."

"So, he sent an order: I hope we can collect the performance of the Dawnbreaker Legion's think tank in the battle, compile it into a new actual combat experience book, and send it back to the Legion."

"For this kind of thing, can't he just go to Mr. Morgan directly? I have also met the Gene Mother of the Dawnbreaker Legion, and I have heard many things about her. What a compassionate and rational person she is. How could you refuse to help your blood brother?"

"I don't know about this. Maybe the original body has other difficulties. In fact, I also think that Sir Morgan is a very easy to talk to, especially when she treats her descendants..."

"A bit...um..."

Zoran hesitated to speak, but when Dantioch heard this, he showed a slightly twisted expression and nodded.

"I know."

"Those Dawnbreakers..."

"You're really spoiled."

Dantioch's conclusion made his battle brothers nod with emotion.

“Thankfully they have a unique genetic mother with such a soft heart.”

"I understand what you mean, Zoran, but it doesn't really matter, after all..."

"What does this have to do with us? We are not...envious."

"Yes, there is nothing to envy..."

ⅩⅤ

[It is said that my brother, the King of Fenris, caused chaos in his legion, dragged all the rune priests into the arena one by one, and persuaded them one by one to accept this book . 】

Although separated by half a galaxy, the slightest detail on King Prospero's crimson face could still be displayed clearly in front of Ahriman.

"Yes, my lord, I have also heard about related things here in Avalon."

Ahriman, who was in daily psychic communication with his genetic father, couldn't help but reveal a somewhat contemptuous smile after thinking about the rumors he had heard.

[It is said that the most old-school rune priests even roared at Leman Russ, declaring that they would rather die than accept such witchcraft books, because it was a deadly poisonous wine that would poison everyone who drank it. One person: As a result, my Fenris brother actually opened the mouths of those rune priests with his bare hands and forced the entire book into their mouths. 】

[Look: Aren’t you guys not poisoned to death? 】

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion closely imitated his brother, with only a hint of bitter sarcasm in his features.

[I didn’t know before that one of my brothers actually had such a great master of burlesque. I even wanted to award Leman Russ with an Imperial Art Trophy: God knows when Jaghatai told me all this, How long did I laugh. 】

Ahriman laughed together with his primarch. Although he had been away from the Thousand Sons Legion for several years, and he himself had unknowingly adapted to the living atmosphere of Avalon and the Dawnbreaker Legion, he came from The blood of the Gene Father can still make him long for the same tune as Magnus in his soul.

"But I heard, my lord: those rune priests finally chose to accept the book?"

[Yeah, these ridiculous deceivers: no matter how resistant and unyielding they appear in front of everyone, when they really read that book and come into contact with the most subtle truth about psychic energy, they are so quickly convinced. Faster than we thought. 】

[You know, Ahriman: Although the rune priests still verbally resist Leman Russ’s promotion of books, they have clearly excerpted the majority of the Fenrisian rune cultivation methods they wrote themselves. A large section came from the content of that book. They just changed the subject and object, changed the psychic energy to what they called the World Soul of Fenris, and then started to quote the content of that book with great fanfare. 】

[It’s really ridiculous: In the end, these guys are just like my brothers. They are just a bunch of mediocre people who just follow the wind when they see the benefits. They don’t see clearly the beauty of psionic energy. They are not even willing to admit that what they use is psionic energy and they have to wear it. A fig leaf for self-deception. 】

"But there are benefits to this, right?"

"At the very least, most of the legions have now begun to adopt the organization of think tanks. Except for the still stubborn Death Guard legion, all legions have accepted the power of psychic energy."

[Mortarion's stubbornness is not beyond my expectations. He is just humiliating himself. At least he will be abandoned by the wave of the new era. He will either stubbornly destroy himself or kneel down in front of the new future and become that crowd. The most conspicuous loser. 】

[As for the others...hum! 】

[Noble people like Morgan, Sanguinius, and Jaghatai Khan are indeed like-minded partners with me, but my other brothers are very sorry. 】

[They are just like those group of space wolves, they only see the benefits and benefits that psychic energy will bring them. They are not aware of the value of psychic energy itself at all. What is the difference between this kind of behavior and those businessmen who invest? 】

Magnus hummed disdainfully.

Ahriman smiled and agreed with his genetic father. His eyes unconsciously drifted to the clock aside: it seemed that it was already time for him to go to the arena to exercise every day.

Why don't you postpone it for today?

Isn't this not good?

On the other side, the Primarch was still venting his dissatisfaction to his descendants, and even mentioned his blood relatives in Avalon: but the moment Morgan was mentioned, Magnus's voice softened significantly, even It brought a lot of rare respect.

[My blood relative Morgan, she is indeed one of my few close friends, and she is actually able to condescend to write such a basic and low-level article for the promotion of a think tank. 】

[You must have read the so-called Think Tank Manual, Ahriman, that is simply a trick for a three-year-old child. For psychics of Morgan and I's level, writing any sentence in that book It is a true self-humiliation: But in order to help me promote think tanks and psychic powers, Morgan still chose to write such a book. 】

[At this point, I can say that I owe her a favor. 】

[But at the same time, Morgan also made a mistake: her book was simply a blatant attempt to bribe other people. She gave all legions the ability to quickly form think tank troops, thus gaining their acceptance. The soft attitude of psychic energy, this is simply a pure transaction, it can even be said to insult the sanctity and purity of psychic research. 】

[The truly correct path should be to use spiritual energy to make the greatest achievements, such as our Prospero, using iron-clad facts to make everyone admire, surrender, regret their past short-sightedness and ignorance, and willingly join In the exploration of psychic energy. 】

[This is the right path, but my Avalon blood relative is too impatient. 】

[On the surface, it seems that she has set off a wave of wisdom, but how can this kind of recognition bought with practical benefits compare to the tenacity of real psychic researchers like me and her? When psychic When it no longer brings them any benefit, they will naturally leave in droves. 】

[A secular alliance formed with common interests is so fragile in the face of an alliance of like-minded scholars like ours: Morgan didn't see this clearly. It seems that she does have shortcomings. 】

"..."

"But, my lord, I heard that you also spoke in public in support of this book."

[My support does not mean that I completely agree with the book: Like I said, the academic education of this think tank manual is ridiculously low. If it was not written by Morgan, I would not even bother to read it a second time. 】

[However, it is indeed good for the promotion of the think tank system: for this reason, I also need to stand for it. Of course, if I have time in the future, I will write my own Prospero Psychic Festival to tell What is true warp skill everyone. 】

[I have even thought about the main content of the first volume: subspace elf summoning techniques that everyone can learn. 】

"Sounds good, my lord."

Ahriman smiled sarcastically, and he suddenly thought of something: since he came to the Dawnbreaker Legion, it seemed that his subspace elves could no longer be summoned.

He even somewhat forgot about it.

[Of course, this kind of public support is not my personal wish. 】

On the other side, King Prospero was still grumbling and complaining.

[Also with Jaghatai’s push, he successfully... convinced me. 】

Magnus touched his neck.

[Yes, persuasion, that’s it. 】

[Jagatai is really good at calming down others. 】

[At this point: I admire him. 】