Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Despair often comes quickly.

suddenly.

Very violent.

unstoppable.

Incredible.

Inevitable.

Four Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army] slowly walked out from the darkest shadows. The details on their armor were different. Some were holding sharp weapons, and some were simply bare-handed, but their two arms were already Occupied by dense spikes and claws.

Hector could see clearly that the armor of these Randan Imperial Guards was unprecedentedly gorgeous, especially the one in front of him. Its breastplate had the most complicated carvings, with stripes and ridges depicting a bird they had never seen before. The monster that passed by was surrounded by wailing souls and flying flags. Its status was like that of the Sky Eagle of the Human Empire.

On the shoulder armor on both sides, Hector could see countless small words engraved with honorary records one after another. In these years of war, he barely learned some of the twisted language of the Randan people, which was enough to support him in reading. Understand the meaning of those honors.

Even among the criminal army of the alien empire, there were few who had higher status and power than the thing in front of him.

The clothes and decorations of the remaining three Randan Imperial Guards were far inferior to the leader in front of Hector, but they were much more luxurious than the one who died under his sword.

The most elite of these aliens have steady steps and relaxed expressions. They move their bodies and arms slowly, as if they are going for a pleasant fox hunting activity.

Hector stood at the front of his team. He was closest to the giant engine that was slowly flowing into the abyss, and he was also closest to the alien that looked tallest and terrifying.

The leisurely hunter looked at the six humans in front of him. His eyes lingered on Hector, and the lower half of his face that was not covered by the helmet grinned an indescribable disgusting smile. It lightly The soft spoken words turned out to be the most standard human language.

"Ax failed us. It overestimated its power."

"And you, humans, are stronger than I thought. In the past period of time, I have ordered the elimination of no less than ten teams like yours, and none of them have made it this far."

"However, your battle has ended here."

"right here."

Hector didn't reply, nor did he draw his bolter. Instead, he held his dark green sword tightly with both hands, shifting his center of gravity, ready to welcome the impact at any time.

He slowly backed away, and everyone did the same thing, until their backs were tightly pressed together.

Morgan's proudest chess piece slowly exhaled the last breath of peace and silence, and said his only words to this alien.

"Humanity is invincible, the aliens."

"The fate of your race is sealed."

These words just made the Ran Dan Imperial Army in front of him smile, and its voice was sharp to the point of being harsh.

"Someone has always said that to me in the past, son of a human."

"Where do you think they are now?"

Hecht didn't answer.

No one spoke anymore.

The silence was broken, the tacit understanding was trampled on, and the next second, accompanied by furious war cries and silent viciousness, ten figures bloomed with the light of weapons and spiritual energy in the deepest darkness.

The battle begins.

——————

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Legion!"

Hector was roaring, roaring silently, roaring unbridled in the deepest valley of his heart. With his reason and courage, he waved his blade and faced this almost invincible man. opponent.

Five meters, three meters, close...

Everything happens in one breath.

In the blink of an eye, the alien face was in front of him. It was a face that could appear in any nightmare, a face that was terrifying enough to make the whole world cry in uneasiness.

Hector roared angrily and slashed his blade at the sharp figure. The dark green light was like a sleeper in a tomb awakened by the fierce battle after a thousand years, roaring angrily.

attack!

Hit!

No! wrong!

Perseverance, joy and shock came at the same moment, causing Hector's face to freeze in a distorted state. The touch on the blade clearly told him that his chop hit the opponent's chest, but in the next moment, he I saw clearly that it was a phantom.

A realistic phantom, a phantom born due to excessive speed.

wrong!

His eyes were sharp and he quickly searched for his opponent. All the cells and body parts were screaming to make all preparations for defense.

Then, he felt a cold wind blowing over him.

at the same time.

A hurt whimper sounded from behind Hector.

Everything is just a matter of breath.

When he turned around, he only saw the mighty Ran Dan Imperial Guard, using a method that violated all principles and rules, twisting his body into the thinnest and purest phantom. From among the Astartes warriors, Passed through the tiny gap.

The sword flashed, and before anyone could react, Eris had already wailed and clutched his chest, falling down. His fingertips were still accumulating spiritual energy ready to be fired.

"Chiron!"

There was no time to do anything, no time to say anything, all Hector could do was yell at the only person he could completely trust.

He was not disappointed.

There was already a gloom brewing on Ran Dan's face, as if he was not satisfied with this attack. At the same moment, his eyes turned to Salieri, who was also accumulating a psychic attack. While it was able to pounce on it with lightning, it swung its own sharp blade and pointed it directly at the think tank's head.

And at this moment, a dazzling plasma shot towards it. Between the electric light and flint, the sharp blade was steadily hit by the plasma that never overheated. It was deflected, leaving only a mark on Salieri's left hand. A deep scar.

"Again!?"

Think Tank let out a scream containing grievance. He witnessed his psychic energy drowning the alien in front of him, causing large and small dents to appear on the luxurious armor, but before he could grit his teeth and call out Shooting out more psychic lightning, the Randan Imperial Guard behind him roared angrily, blocked Ezio's blow with his broken shoulder armor, and hit Salieri hard on the back of the head with his iron fist. .

The second psyker also fell temporarily with severe injuries, but this achievement was not without cost: the blade of the ancient warrior of the Legion and the swiftness of Ezio arrived at almost the same time, one after the other, allowing this reckless alien to It paid an unforgettable bloody price, with the huge wound almost clinging to its throat, continuously spurting out blood like a flourishing spring.

It roared and threw forward the ancient warrior Chiron, allowing its back to be shot mercilessly by Ajax's bolter, until Ezio's brute force lifted the alien, and then heard Ajax's bolt gun again. The sound from Ast's side: The remaining two Randan Imperial Guards have pierced their blades deeply into Astarte's body.

Everything is just a second in the eyes of mortals.

Before this second, the forbidden troops of Hector and Ran Dan were still confronting each other, but after this long second, these two powerful barbaric warriors were fighting together again, and the collision of blades continued to echo. It was dissolved in the second round of fighting between the Astartes and the alien elite.

Roar, roar, sarcasm, pain...

It was so chaotic, so crazy. When the first person swung his blade for the first time, everything had turned into the most primitive savage struggle, the bloodiest fight to the death.

Hector used the purest bravery and talent to fight against the most powerful opponent. Every collision between the two warriors shook the dark room, causing the invisible air and ether particles to surge in the soul like waves. roaring in the ocean.

On the other side, Chiron was covering two specially targeted psykers, and with the limited support of Ajax, he was fighting with the manic monster in front of him. The plasma fire flickered again and again. Those ferocious claws were constantly left with scars.

As for Ezio, the shadow champion emerged from the darkness, holding a jet-black blade and axe.

Then, face two opponents head-on.

——————

"Fragile."

"slow."

"sad."

"Like your race."

It's like a whirlwind, like a thunderstorm, like the roar of a tsunami caught up in the turmoil of an earthquake, like any natural disaster that was once unstoppable, even unavoidable.

When Ran Dan's imperial army started its own attack, what it gave Hector was a natural disaster, a kind of despair, and an invincible and terrifying dream.

"I have followed my Emperor, you pathetic human, for, in your human terms, five hundred years."

Hector swung one blow, but at least twelve attacks had already landed on his shoulders and thighs, slicing through the armor and drawing blood.

"I witnessed its greatness, its power, its wisdom, its determination."

"It has sworn to dedicate itself to our great race."

"It did it!"

"Five hundred years! A whole five hundred years!"

"It led our race to overcome all obstacles and eliminate all difficulties. We rose from the ruins and began to fight for the thousands of galaxies that belong to us."

"This is our time, and we are like brand new stars that will last forever."

"Instead of you, humans, a decayed empire that has fallen."

The sharp blade cuts down, unstoppable, heavier than thousands of towering peaks, and more powerful than hundreds of rolling torrents.

The alien face was so close that you could even smell the bloody breath.

"Look at you, what else do you have?"

"What else do you have?"

A heavy blow struck, knocking Morgan's proudest chess piece away.

Hector gasped. He could feel the large mouthfuls of blood mixed in his teeth. His chest and shoulders had been seriously injured. His knees were stabbed so hard that they were almost pierced. He gasped. The sound is like a broken bellows.

At this moment, only the fire in his chest was still burning.

Only the reason and belief in his heart persisted.

He supported, staggered, and forced himself to stand up.

He cannot fall.

He could hear that Chiron and his opponent were heading towards destruction in the long confrontation. The ancient warriors of the Legion might be able to defeat his opponent, but he was already doomed to die.

He could hear that the shadow champion's blade was playing every moment. He used his most exquisite martial arts to delay the two Ran Dan's imperial troops. Until now, he still has not fallen behind, but his status is constantly retreating. was forced out of the shadows.

He could hear Salieri bleeding and Ajax roaring. Their lives were hanging by a thread in their respective battles and struggles.

Therefore, he cannot fall.

Absolutely, no.

Lift your head, take a breath, calm down.

The alien blade is already close at hand.

Hector raised his blade.

again.

Again.

Every time.

Welcoming him.

…

He must win.

This is obsession.

This is faith.

This is a wave.

——————

And only the most stubborn obsession, the most determined faith, and the surging waves can make waves of their own in the endless vast ocean.

——————

"Not bad will."

Even the desperate opponent couldn't help but sigh like this, even though the life-threatening blade didn't hesitate at all.

"but now……"

The sharp blade swung down.

"What can you do?"

"Ping——"

The collision of metal raised the eyebrows of Ran Dan's imperial army, and then, the arrogant alien felt an almost instinctive suffocation and trembling.

Its opponents disappeared.

Replaced with... something else.

【ah……】

【At least……】

[You can warm up before meals. 】

[Although, you guys are not very qualified. 】

"Hector" raised his head, his voice had changed into a cold feminine accent.

He told, smiled, grabbed Ran Dan's blade, and pushed aside the unstoppable imperial army.

【Weak body. 】

He whispered softly, and in his pupils, blue flames were burning.

He looked up.

The massacre began.

——————

Just because the strongest martial arts in the empire, the galaxy, and even the entire world is now mastered by Hector:

God descends.

——————

Ezio only felt a whirlwind.

A hurricane that was so swift and terrifying that he had never felt before.

He could barely see that it was the figure belonging to Hector.

Wait... no, it's not him.

The shadow champion took a deep breath, and he witnessed the scene in front of him: [Hector] came in front of him, his fingers tapped lightly in the shadow, and the chest of a Randan Forbidden Army followed it. The armor exploded, and it shook its body in disbelief. Then, its head was taken off.

Like a farmer picking grapes from his orchard.

He turned around, and before Ezio and Ran Dan's Imperial Guards could react, an invisible blade passed through the air. The next moment, the almost unstoppable alien elite was neatly divided into Twenty pieces, the shadow champion could even see the clear status of the severed blood vessels, as well as the blood that had not had time to be captured by gravity and was floating in the air.

[Hector] smiled and moved like this, like a patient recovering from a serious illness bathing in the sunshine after a long absence. He took off the head of another Randan. At this moment, Ezio had not had time to do anything. matter.

The head flew horizontally, piercing the air, like a bloody cannonball, tearing the third Ran Dan Imperial Army into pieces: its head and chest were directly penetrated, and the white bones and broken internal organs were scattered on the stunned Kai In front of Long.

Until this moment, a moment belonging to Ezio ended miserably. The shadow champion leaned forward, raised his head, and looked at [Hector] in front of him in disbelief.

Who is he?

This was the first time Ezio was so confused. He couldn't help but feel it. Then, he felt a breath, a breath that made him...

The aura of longing for surrender.

In a daze, he seemed to see something behind [Hector]. He saw a vague shadow, a shadow that was smiling and contented. He raised a finger and put it against his lips to signal him to be quiet.

The Shadow Champion didn't speak, he looked at the illusory shadow.

He got it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ezio knelt on one knee on the soil. He lowered his head and only raised his hands high, palms upward.

In his palm was the jet-black blade that he never allowed outsiders to touch.

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[Hector] walked up to the only Ran Dan forbidden soldier who was not dead, that is, the guy who almost killed him.

At the very beginning, when Morgan had not yet adapted to his entire body, [Hector] was not very powerful and could not kill the poor guy with one blow.

Now, he grabbed the dying throat, holding it with one hand and its weapon with the other, and slowly walked to the giant engine.

[Hector] lifted the alien with one hand, and a soft whisper that was almost a whisper flowed from his throat.

[Sad little guy. 】

Ran Dan's Imperial Guard breathed, coughing up blood and internal organ fragments. As the force that gripped its throat grew stronger, it could only spit out the curse while twisting and struggling.

"monster……"

"You... humans..."

"Monsters in the Galaxy..."

[Hector] laughed, and he slowly spoke a familiar phrase.

[In the past, someone would always say this to me, Ran Dan’s son. 】

[Where do you think they are now? 】

[In hell, in death, wailing in countless failures and distortions, burning in endless flames and burning. 】

He got close to the alien and spat out every word.

【Inside my belly. 】

[The same goes for your race, your emperor, and everything you love. 】

[Only monsters can win everything, you pathetic alien and your useless race. 】

[Your only value, the only contribution and future brought by all your sacrifices and sweat, is to be swallowed by me. 】

【Used by me. 】

【Consumed by me. 】

"……demon……"

It gritted its teeth, but only received a contemptuous laugh.

[Hector] smiled and threw the incomplete alien towards the engine. He swung the alien's blade and penetrated the broken flesh and the hot machinery together. When Ran Dan's imperial army was brought alive by the violent backlash, It can hear its last words when it is being scalded to death.

【demon? 】

[No, no, no. 】

【This is not a devil. 】

[Maybe you will think so. 】

【But I call it...】

【Be compassionate. 】