Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Explanation in advance: This extra chapter is completely separated from the plot. It is a relatively crazy independent work. You can understand it as a group of supporting characters who have not appeared for a long time while waiting for their New Year’s Eve dinner takeout. In a canonical history, In the background of existence, various plots are complained. 】

[Therefore, the tone of the characters will be more three-dimensional, and there is no need to connect them with the corresponding characters in the main text. And since they have appeared here, don’t ask them to appear in the main text again (laugh)]

[I can’t write it, I can’t write it at all (waves hand)]

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"..."

"They said: Ever since I was mentioned and made a cameo in Ran Dan's Extermination War, I have never appeared again. Even the title of [Mom's Favorite Child] was taken away by Rana-senpai. ”

The tall Hector crouched in one of the chairs provided to normal Astartes, giving the impression of a Primarch drinking from a mortal chalice.

Cautious, indescribably awkward.

"Wake up, you have never been [mother's favorite child], at most you are [mother's first child]: the gap between the two is still very big."

Leaning next to Hector, Abaddon slowly manipulated the [high imitation replica of the Claw of Horus] that he took out from the prop library on his palm, picking at the shreds of meat between his teeth.

"...How big is it?"

"Like Dorne and Perturabo."

"..."

"You're looking for death, right?"

Before Hector said anything, the Lord of Steel on the side had already raised his head, and his face was still as gloomy as ever: As the only panting Primarch in the room, Perturabo was arrogant Occupying an entire bench, the armed forts that never left their side were lined up like a bamboo forest after the rain.

"..."

Abaddon glanced at the Primarch and continued to pick his teeth indifferently, but he did not dare to say anything. He only dared to whisper some words in his throat that others could not understand, such as "The era of the Primarch has passed." It's over], [You are not my father, and I dare to beat my own father] and other inexplicable words, which added a little more happiness to the room.

"But seriously."

The one who spoke was Ahriman, who was sitting opposite Hector and Abaddon.

"I remember that Abaddon had a total of two fathers in his life: one was his biological father when he was a mortal, and the other was Warmaster Horus. The previous father was stabbed to death by his own hands. In a sense, Horus was also stabbed to death by Abaddon, although the one who stabbed to death was just a very poor copy, and that copy possessed all of Horus's will, and the ability to face Abaddon. Father’s love at all times.”

"But that doesn't stop Abaddon from stabbing him: even a one-shot kill!"

"So, based on this result, we can make an inference: If Abaddon wants to kill someone from the bottom of his heart, he only needs to recognize that guy as his father, and he will be able to kill the opponent."

"Special Attack on Dad, right? It's really a traditional skill of the Luna Wolf Legion."

"Yes, we used to think that the Luna Wolves Legion had no special features. But now if we think about it carefully, from Horus to Abaddon. Even to Loken, when we hit our genetic father, there is really no difference. No mercy: The Luna Wolf's special abilities are obvious."

"Dun has been wandering for half his life and has never met his master. If you don't abandon me, I would like to worship you as your adoptive father."

"The goal of the Fourteenth Black Crusade is to reach Terra and call the Emperor daddy: the new primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion, Ezekiel-Abaddon, serialized dignifiedly."

"..."

"That's enough for you two!"

After the reciprocal conversation between Hector and Ahriman, a certain Chaos Warmaster who had been victorious in every battle finally couldn't stand it any longer: he jumped up, first glanced at the man who was sitting on a stool but with himself. Hector, who was equally tall, hesitated for a moment, then turned his fierce gaze to Ahriman opposite.

"You guy, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me!"

"If you, Thousand Sons, are filial, you will be much more filial than us, the Shadow Moon Wolf!"

"..."

Ahriman was silent for a moment, then hummed to Abaddon.

"At least Magnus never thought of rebelling subjectively."

"Look what you said."

Abaddon sneered.

"According to your statement, then I can also tell you: at least, until the moment Horus died in battle, the Emperor had never been truly angry towards Horus. Throughout the Great Heresy, the Emperor was only angry at Horus. One Primarch experienced true rage. Guess who that person was?"

"..."

"Moreover."

Abaddon raised his thumb and pointed at himself proudly.

"Personally speaking, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me: at least I have been active in the text and interludes. In the words of those characters, how long has it been since you, the country bumpkin from Prospero, appeared? Ever since the plot was pushed to Ran Dan’s extermination battle, you haven’t appeared in the show.”

"Can you blame me?"

Ahriman's voice was somewhat shrill.

"How could I get involved in a war like the Ran Dan Empire that requires memory erasure? Besides, it's obvious that the author was stupid because he didn't have enough writing skills. He wrote a lot of supporting characters and dug a lot of holes, but he found that he couldn't fill them. Come on, you can only send me to Macragge to participate in some Laushizi delegation."

The scion of Magnus shed a tear of bitterness.

"To put it into perspective, I shook hands with Guilliman three or four times. The Ultramarines I defeated could form a battle group, not to mention the spiritual battle I carried out in Macragge. Ability Teaching and Construction: The next time the author writes about Macragge, it would be unjust if he didn’t erect a statue of me in the Ultramarines’ Psychic Academy.”

Having said this, Ahriman looked at Abaddon with contempt.

"It's you, son of Horus: The author spent a lot of time to transfer you to the line of Dawnbreaker Legion, but after so many years, you are so stunned that you can't even remember the main plot. No, I just slapped my butt and ran back to the Luna Wolf."

"At least I left behind an undefeated legend in the arena. What do you leave behind?"

"You can't say that."

Before Abaddon could speak, Hector, who was sitting next to Abaddon, spoke in a low voice.

"Abaddon has gained quite a lot from the Far Eastern frontier."

Ahriman sneered.

"I know, I gained more than two hundred kilograms of weight, right? I personally confirmed that the Dawnbreaker Legion's food empire is number one: However, considering that Morgan's character image is taken from British mythology, is this a joke from hell? ?”

"You can't say that either: Rana and Bayard are obviously French names."

"But Marshall is a British name."

"..."

For a moment, Ahriman, Hector and Abaddon all fell silent and looked towards the corner where the sound came from. He looked at the taciturn old warrior in the corner, quietly petting the dog next to him.

"Who is he?"

"William Marshall: Captain of the First Company of the Dawnbreakers."

"..."

"You still have a company commander?"

"He has been on the bench for much longer than the rest of us. The same treatment as him includes Bayar, Diarmuid and Kulin: rather, except for Rana, the entire Dawnbreaker Legion Not many people have appeared again.”

"Haven't you ever thought of joining forces to kill Rana?"

"I thought about it, and we had a very serious discussion about it, but the boy Lana accidentally heard about it: Then, he suggested that our Gene Mother reorganize the Praetorian Guard and the Legion Council next to her. This leaves more vacancies for supporting roles, so everyone is competing for those supporting roles, and no one cares about killing that kid."

"...genius..."

"..."

"Then again, if you are competing for the quota of appearance, then shouldn't your priority be to kill those star maids: especially that Virgo, she has played more times than all of you Dawnbreakers combined."

"..."

Hector didn't answer, he just gave Ahriman a look of pity.

"You know, Ahriman: So far in the plot, Virgo has only taken action once, but you don't want to know who she fought with that time."

"Will she still fight?"

Ahriman raised a brow.

"I always thought of her as a commentator who promotes the development of the plot, and a pastry chef who specializes in making pastries: occasionally she and Morgan contribute some plots about the mother and daughter of the original body, and the Horus-style madness towards his mother. paragraph."

"You know, readers like to read this kind of thing the most."

"...There is a trend of comic-oriented plots at the moment, but you still have to remember: Whether it is Virgo or other star maids, they are all very capable of fighting in essence."

"Like the Custodes?"

"...They can fight better than the Imperial Army."

"real or fake?"

"At least that's definitely the case for Virgo: her role is more of a heroine."

"..."

"Why is there such a thing as a heroine in this kind of novel?"

"No, it's still rotating."

"..."

After his conversation with Hector was interrupted by an unexpected voice, Ahriman turned his head and looked at the corner where the sound came from. Immediately, his brows furrowed, because what appeared in front of him was An alien.

"Who is that?"

Ahriman frowned, took out his staff, and asked Hector a question.

"Lilith, that Black Ada."

"……who?"

"Have you forgotten: It was the scientist who led a group of Comorian bastards to attack the Dawnbreaker, causing a lot of casualties, and then was locked up in a small dark room by the original body, where they performed all kinds of weird PLAY. Queen of the Moreau Arena.”

"I thought she was killed."

"It is said that there is still a role: the author once considered placing her in the position of the heroine."

"Let an alien?"

"Don't worry, she is said to be a heroine, but in fact she is just a consumable: the emotions in Warhammer works are just like that, and the author has also considered Efreni."

"Good fellow, do you really not consider the regent's feelings?"

"whispering sound!"

Hector snorted.

"Guilliman has nothing to complain about: this book has written three million words, and his appearance paragraph is not even 300,000 words, but he has exerted a sense of presence of more than 30 million words: I can only say, He is truly one of the author’s favorite Primarchs, and the invisible protagonist of the entire Great Crusade.”

"We are all supporting characters, so the treatment of Macragge people is really enviable, don't you think so?"

"Woof woof woof."

"..."

"What the hell is this? Why is there a dog here?"

"Have you forgotten? Oh? It's normal for you to forget: this was the gift given to our original body by Leman Russ. A wolf cub from Fenris. However, both the author and the readers soon understood Just forget about it.”

"So: it's not going to happen."

"If you are willing to give up your playing time to the dog raised by Leman Russ, then the author still doesn't mind letting it appear a few times, or you can also give up Magnus's playing time. "

"..."

"Forget it: since it's Leman Russ's dog, it shouldn't be as important as Magnus."

"So the focus is on Leman Russ?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, Hector: In fact, many times, I wish I could have a dog in the place of our Primarch, even if it bites the Emperor's hand, it will cause the Emperor to contract rabies. , and no higher than what Magnus did."

"..."

"But then again, there are too many things that have been forgotten, right?"

"In Warhammer literature, eating books is something you have to taste."

"Many characters appear for a while, are awesome for a while, and then disappear, offline for strange reasons: for example, Erda, Khayon, Dantioch, and Akudo Nala, and Sejanus.”

"Fan fiction is not exempt from vulgarity at this point: you say so, Warmaster."

"Meow~"

"..."

"Should I be lucky that I still remember this cat now?"

"Then you have a good memory: come here, Ahriman, and let me introduce you to the others."

Hector pointed to the neatly arranged benches next to them, filled with various characters.

"We have Kylie Fanny, the primarch's mortal best friend, Perturabo's sister; here is Cassia, the chief navigator on the Dawn Goddess, another best friend of the primordial; coming over there is Erwin, the leader of the mortal army on the Far Eastern Frontier; and next to him is Luther, the darling of the previous version, a passerby of this version, the unlucky guy who withdrew from the main line with Jonson; the one over there is The one approving documents with dark circles under his eyes was Corswayne, and standing next to him was Zahariel. Floating past their backs was Vashtor, which brought the vital Ya The three space artifacts and the discord engine are due to a certain British company’s poor plot-promoting ability, and the author does not dare to be too boastful about this aspect.”

"Well, look over there, there are portraits of the originals hanging on the wall: Mortarion's avatar is the first one. He and Jaghatai Khan are both passer-by characters who appeared a long time ago. , maybe there will be some plots about them in the future; Dorne's avatar is next to Mortarion. He is an important character who will definitely shine in the future. After all, the author was killed by Dorne in the Siege of Terra series. I got a lot of fans."

"[Khorne: I am Rogal Dorn]"

"Further over there, there are the wedding photos of Fulgrim and Ferrus. When I first described these two guys, it was a test of the author's writing skills, which led to the author having a taste for this very pure emotion. PTSD, next to them is Luo Jia, he will have a big scene soon, but his own attitude towards this plot..."

"It's hard to say."

"I won't talk about Jonson, Konrad and Guilliman. They don't deserve to be here. Leman Russ, Horus and Sanguinius just appeared in the Terra stage. Although their performance It’s not very good, Vulkan has been offline for a very long time, but it doesn’t matter, who cares about Vulcan and Salamander?”

"As for Perturabo: Perturabo is here now."

"This is all the Primarch."

"..."

Ahriman nodded, but then he frowned again.

"its not right."

"Where's Magnus?"

"Where is Magnus, my genetic father?"

Ahriman looked at Hector and looked around the room carefully: he saw Perturabo concentrating on the grill in front of him. The blazing fire made it difficult for Ahriman to see what he was grilling. Abaddon was working hard to stuff his body into the new Terminator armor. Others were also busy with their own affairs, but he was the only one who didn't see the huge red figure.

"Where's Magnus!"

"He is obviously a supporting character who has not appeared for a long time. The last time he appeared was in Prospero. At that time, Morgan had just reunited with the Dawnbreaker Legion: after that, Magnus did not appear. Why have you ever appeared?"

"Um……"

Hector thought for a moment.

"I think it may be because Magnus's sense of presence is already high enough: after all, in the words of the main characters, Magnus's sense of presence is second only to Guilliman. If Guilliman If the presence of Magnus is at the level of 30 million words, then Magnus’s presence is at the level of 10 million words at least.”

"You're talking nonsense, Hector: This is obviously an unwarranted slander against Magnus and the entire Thousand Sons Legion! We didn't do anything wrong! We were just slandered by outsiders like you in the process of pursuing the truth. melted!"

"..."

"Yes: like this."

Hector smiled.

"And, Ahriman: who told you that Magnus wasn't here?"

"..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Remember the sentence at the beginning of this article: Perturabo is the only breathing Primarch in this room."

"..."

"Look what Perturabo is doing now: He's tinkering with his grill."

"Look at what's on Perturabo's grill: Does it look familiar?"

"..."

"..."

"father!!!"