Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【This is the last one. 】

The Shadow Champion of the Second Legion has shielded his own breathing and existence, integrating everything with the deepest colors. His armor, his blade, and even his motionless pupils and eyes all belong to The purest black is a curtain that can make him disappear from the sight of any living thing.

He lives in the shadows, he lurks in the shadows, he longs to be in the shadows, and wherever he walks, there are shadows.

Now, this is the last one.

Before the next breath came, his figure had disappeared into the mist.

The wild land of Tuckers 5, like its sky, was exuding a kind of gray fog mixed with earthy color. When the shadows of hundreds of warships swayed down from the sky, the originally vicious sunlight was When it was twisted into a mottled interlacing of light and darkness, coupled with the bloody breath in the air and the sand that was constantly being kicked up by artillery fire and tracks, this already harsh and desolate world was completely covered up in a kind of lethargy. In the filth that makes people sick to their stomachs.

This is the 186th Terran standard when the ground battle begins. Every trace of air above the Tuckers Desert has been completely occupied by the smell of blood and iron filings. Every heavy breath has become It was a kind of torture that was no less than inhaling poisonous gas. The breeze that shuttled between the ruins and ruined walls did not bring refreshing clean air. Only the sticky sweat and painful groans in the distance were momentarily incompatible with Ran Dan's military strength. The constant sound of footsteps.

The outermost fortresses and trenches have completely fallen. The blood of the aliens has soaked every inch of the land, every brick and every ball of iron filings. The piles of corpses have become a high platform for the last charge, allowing those loyal to the Emperor to The army had to withdraw from these ruins that had no more strategic value.

And when the alien army broke through the outermost line of defense, they suddenly discovered that instead of facing a second line of defense, they were facing a tower made purely of steel, bunkers, trenches, and defenses. The force field and dark firepower points piled up, need endless flesh and blood to fill the steel city little by little.

The light of the giant void shield is still shining over most of the fortresses, which seems to be destined that this battle will not end in an too easy way.

The criss-crossing trenches and underground transportation network form the lifeline of this city. Tens of millions of permanent fortifications and artillery forts are stationed by the elite Imperial Auxiliary Army who have built all of this with their own hands and have been recharging their strength for several months. , they constantly competed with Ran Dan's vanguard for control of every street corner, every fort, and even every low wall. Behind them, there were countless armor and artillery bunkers as well as various man-made mountains with the latest Pure heavy firepower blocks the invaders' attack routes, ensuring that every front can maximize its value.

The commanders of Ran Dan's army soon discovered that the seemingly weak peripheral defense line was actually a trap, a trap that made them mistakenly believe that they only needed to invest more troops to remove all the resister fortresses one after another. , the Dark Angel used no less than 200,000 blood to allow the alien army to break into this intricate killing city, like a giant trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.

The alien army had to find more ways. They were eager to use armored clusters and low-altitude advantages to seize the most important transportation hubs and strategic locations. However, they stood tall in every target selected by Ran Dan. There were dark green figures, and when these powerful warriors from Nocturne pulled the trigger in their hands, it was the final fate of every invader to be turned into charred corpses in the endless flames.

Of course, not all places are guarded by salamanders: there are only a few guardians in some particularly important or hidden corners, and they will only discover these when the alien pioneers rush forward happily. Appearance of the opponent: Wearing black armor, sword wing logo, helmet generally hidden in the hood, only scarlet eyes can be seen. The leading warrior is often wrapped in a cavalry type Terminator armor, waving Tai Pull the Greatsword and Plasma Projector.

After all the more advanced tactics failed, the invaders could only use methods from those ancient wars. The army was once again assembled and thrown into this endless meat grinder. In the void of purgatory, Ran Dan's transport fleet withstood the terrifying firepower of the imperial fleet and dropped countless heavy weapons on the surface of Taxus 5: every self-propelled artillery or armored vehicle belonging to the alien empire After being transported to the front line, more than five pieces of the same equipment were torn into pieces in the void together with the battleships that carried them.

Finally, when the blood had condensed into a gurgling stream, the ancient god of war once again began his roar. Tens of thousands of artillery were thrown into this war at once, and the human empire did not hesitate. The inferior counterattack started an unprecedented artillery battle. These heavy firepowers that had appeared on the battlefield hundreds of thousands of years ago were consumed like the most ordinary soldiers. Under the unshakable will of the two empires, the huge The fortress complex was corroded bit by bit by the endless artillery fire, supporting Ran Dan's vanguard to seize one piece after another of complete wreckage and ruins.

But even in the ruins, the counterattack from humans never stops.

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The sharp edge reflected by the jet-black blade was the only light on his body that illuminated these alien eyes.

It took the Shadow Champion less than a breath to float all the way from the corner where he was hiding to behind his last prey. In the remaining time of this breath, the sharp blade in his right hand scratched The aliens' strong neck armor allowed their dirty blood to flow along the cracks in their own armor, without even a drop of blood flowing down.

His sharp blade pierced the alien's trachea and flesh, breaking down the original wailing sound into a hissing airflow, and his other hand was not idle either: his left hand was armed with a unique set of sharp claws He stood up, just like thin raindrops falling from the cracks in the window to the floor in the room. His sharp claws penetrated through the tiniest cracks in the armor, and the wound expanded several times in an instant, sharp and sharp. The metal twisted the alien's heart, lungs, intestines and other organs - if these dirty things could really be called organs - into a mess before finally giving up.

It was a strong Randan warrior, its face covered in scars: only such a thorough attack could ensure its kill.

So, before his next breath came, the shadow champion's footsteps had drifted to another place, a place that could not be traced by any vision.

A precise, obscure, and unremarkable hunt was completed in an instant. Even the flickering sunlight did not cast a shadow of the hunter, even though an Astartes witnessed the hunt. Throughout the whole process, he would only doubt his senses in astonishment.

Happiness did not emerge from the heart of the shadow champion, because he had already abandoned these emotions and the desire for honor in a bloody dark night. He re-embraced the most familiar shadow, with only a timer and a clock in his helmet. The symbols on the counter kept flashing, reminding him of the progress of the task.

This is the one hundred and eighty-sixth hour since the war began, and it is also the eleventh work cycle of the Shadow Champion: since he was sent to this ruins, he has taken every ten Terran standard hours as one cycle, summarizing His own achievements and mistakes.

In this reincarnation, he gained a hundred results, no more, no less. Compared with the first few times, his efficiency has dropped significantly: Ran Dan is the most terrifying opponent in the galaxy. The progress in the war was faster than imagined. When the reputation of hunters rose in these ruins, it was rare to see Ran Dan soldiers in groups of two or three, and more were seen in armored vehicles. The fighting group with the core as the core was rampaging among the ruins with constant gunshots.

Maybe, it's time to go back.

The Shadow Champion took a moment to complete his thoughts, and then disappeared into the sound of the wind again. In a way that was almost "gone with the wind", he advanced in the corner where no Randan could see, with a heavy The armor did not scatter a trace of dust, nor did it leave even the most superficial footprint.

Before the next gust of wind blew, he had successfully passed three abandoned defense lines. Groups of Ran Dan troops and battle groups passed by his shadow. He stared lazily. These adversaries, who are constantly advancing and bleeding, recognize some of the sights they have never seen before:

Some of Ran Dan's soldiers were too short, and their exposed fangs were not even fully grown, showing a childishness suitable for aliens. Their scarlet eyes were constantly flickering, with blazing fire burning inside.

As for others, even on the most ugly and twisted faces in the galaxy, winding ravines can be clearly seen. The waists of these aliens are far less straight than those of the Randan warriors he killed. There is either an almost lifeless indifference in their eyes, or the same trembling as their hands.

In the past, such [Warriors] would not appear in Ran Dan's military formation.

With this thought in mind, he passed through the front line of the battle between the two armies. The sound of artillery fire always accompanied his steps. The position he started from had been abandoned. Thirty-two kilometers away, he found a new position. , and also found the salamander responsible for guarding here.

"You came back just in time."

The person responsible for guarding this position is a typical son of Vulkan: tall body, fierce face, and thick voice giving everyone a natural sense of trust.

"A team of chasseurs from the Second Legion has just arrived at my position and is making final modifications here. They are about to pass through the ruins ahead to perform a mission."

The Shadow Champion was silent for a moment.

Just once.

Then, he spoke, and his voice was a soft sound that was unimaginable for an Astartes warrior, like fine paper gently caressing the white sand.

"where are they?"

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"In the A-13 area at the edge, there is a giant void shield engine, which is directly connected to other engines in several large areas around it."

"In the previous battle, the A-13 area was planned to be abandoned, but now there is intelligence that the engine was not completely destroyed during the retreat. Ran Dan's army is trying to repair it and pass It will throw electronic waste codes into other running engines, which will greatly damage the void shield above our heads, so their actions must be stopped."

The shadow champion looked at the slightly rough tactical projection in front of him, and then looked at the battle brother who was explaining to him: He had heard of him, heard of this man named Hector, who was known for his powerful physical fitness and incredible ability. A rising star in the Legion who is known for his rapid growth.

He thought of his team. If it hadn't been for that warp storm, he wouldn't have been alone.

The Shadow Champion spoke.

"Your team is the only one sent to complete this mission?"

Hector shook his head.

"More than twenty teams will carry out this mission together in different directions. Our team also has another simultaneous mission: we will pass through the J-47 area, where there is still a fortress that has not fallen, and we will go there to pick up the survivors. Let’s complete this mission together.”

The Shadow Champion thought for a moment and then nodded. Under normal circumstances, he was a man who cherished his words like gold.

"Count me in."

"No problem at all."

Hector smiled, and at this moment, Chiron walked into the room covered in dust. He had just been responsible for counting the last batch of supplies.

The ancient warrior of the legion patted the dust on his armor. His eyes focused on the shadow champion almost immediately. He was silent, looking at the black armor and those unique simple patterns. Weaving back and forth, when he spoke, he said an affirmative sentence.

"Ezio."

Shadow Champion: Ezio, he nodded first, and then paid tribute to the old man of the Legion.

The ancient warrior of the legion returned the greeting while moving his nose, as if he was sniffing something carefully, and then he frowned.

"What Ezio number are you in?"

The shadow champion raised three fingers, which stunned Chiron for a moment, and his voice became a little lonely.

"Where's the previous one?"

"Rusmul, greenskin."

The shadow champion's hoarse voice echoed in the room, which made the ancient warriors of the legion fall into a brief sadness, but he recovered after a few breaths, urging them to seize the time to start their mission.

And when the Second Legion team, which had become five members, bid farewell to the Salamanders responsible for guarding here, and disappeared into the ruins amidst the sound of artillery fire covered by friendly forces, Hector seized a gap and used Private contact channel to ask your teacher.

"What is Ezio?"

"A title, a legacy."

The sound of wind slapped the faces of everyone in the team, bringing with it continuous artillery fire in the distance and the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

The Shadow Champion did not move with them. He was several positions ahead, letting his afterimage lead the Jaeger squad.

"The legacy of the Fourth Fleet? This is also part of the cause in the shadows."

"So be it. The factions that work hard in the darkness have a history of more than a century in the legion. Their own system is very complete: there are five Lords of Shadows. Each of them symbolizes a direction, five kinds of The sum of the directions is [The Cause in the Shadow], and the strongest Lord of Shadows will have a seat in the Council and be in charge of the Ring of the Moon."

"And those whose status is only slightly lower than the Lord of Shadows are Shadow Champions. Each champion has a unique title. When the successor inherits the position of champion, he will inherit this title, and if Without a suitable successor, the position of champion will remain vacant until someone is recognized and appreciated by more than half of the Shadow Lords."

"Ezio is one of them."

"Shadow Champion..."

Hector's eyes flickered and he whispered the title softly. In the entire team, he was the only one who could clearly see the afterimage of the Shadow Champion, so he rushed to the front as usual, leading his own battle. Bros.

"Are they always alone like this?"

The laughter of the ancient warrior came to my ears.

"Other shadow champions may not be like this, but Ezio is indeed always alone. He has such strength and such character."

"Such a fate."