Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Warriors!"

"Bros!"

"Fangs!"

"We found her."

"The Emperor has found her."

"A battle brother of the Second Legion."

"Our Primarch, Lord of our Legions, Giver of our blood and spirit!"

"She's coming to us soon!"

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This voice of excitement, joy, and high morale resounded through the entire legion's communication network through the highest priority signal channel, and was transmitted between every corridor of every battleship.

It was like a thunderbolt that struck mercilessly at a group of rock sparrows that had gathered together to keep warm in the heavy rain, not caring about the panic and chaos that would result from its passion.

The vast majority of Astartes warriors learned the news suddenly and off guard: in front of it, these civilized killers, known for their speed and rationality, behaved no differently from ordinary people.

Hundreds of warriors were marching in the corridor, or enjoying a rare rest in their rooms. The first moment they received this information, a kind of pale stiffness came to them, and the mortals beside them People were horrified to see these new masters frozen in place uniformly, as if they were statues that had been carved out at random.

And this kind of astonishment only lasted less than a moment: in the next moment, a torrential rain of questions and excitement turned the entire communication channel into a chaotic storm, with thousands of voices and questions chaotic and layered. Stacked together, even the most sensitive person cannot distinguish one from the other.

Excitement, questions, roars, eagerness to ascertain the truth, subconscious emotions, and even tears of joy, language like poetry...

The chaos lasted for a while, until an old, hoarse, restrained, but firm voice that could not be questioned once again activated the highest priority communication channel and conveyed his voice to everyone's ears.

That was William Marshall's voice.

Commander of the Second Legion, a model for all warriors, a great knight worthy of all respect and courtesy - this last title even comes from the personal promise of the Lord of Mankind.

The legion commander first used his almost unique slow tone to repeat and affirm the fact that made everyone eager. Then, his words became authoritative and serious like an elder.

Stay at your post, business as usual, maintain your best condition and strength: until they appear in front of the Primarch.

The commotion subsided, and all the corridors and halls fell into silence again. But unlike before, the silence now was more like the ice and snow in early spring, brewing countless restlessness and passion.

In those places where there are no tasks and nothing to do for the time being, familiar soldiers gather together in twos and threes, whispering, just like a drop of dye falling into clear water. This shocking message spreads in silence at a fast speed. It was unbelievable: just a few minutes later, all the soldiers who had not kept in touch in time showed shocked faces.

In the legion, there has never been news that can be transmitted so quickly, and there has never been news that can unite these warriors who are not familiar with each other like now.

Since [Death of the Sun], the once glorious Emperor's Fangs have been torn apart by mutual rebuke and excessive competition. The once united fleet has turned into scattered steel tentacles, maintaining a minimum of Identity and understanding disappeared into the ever-expanding territory of the human empire.

This is division, but it is not death.

When each fleet separated in the dimness of the stars, following their dreams and goals in the wave of the Great Expedition, a united and powerful Second Legion was still active in their never-ending hearts. , still standing with the infinite glory and past from the Terran Unification War to the Great Crusade, still imagining, imagining, and infinitely looking forward to the day when the Legion is born from nirvana.

The history and glory of the legion are passed down through word of mouth, and the firmest beliefs and goals follow: one day, when the legion gathers together again, the path they choose will save this once powerful army. Heavenly army.

The Second Legion was once glorious and glorious. They were an established force second only to the Dark Angels. Together with the First Legion, they fought side by side in the endless purgatory of the Terra Unification War and eliminated countless terrifying opponents: the existence of these enemies. They were not even allowed to be recorded, and the less deadly part of the terrible relics they used were sorted into the [Secret Vault] belonging to the Second Legion.

The cooperation and tacit understanding between the two legions was something that even the Emperor was proud of. When the First and Second Legions cooperated closely and risked everything, they even had the ability to truly threaten to go all out and stand side by side with the Sisters of Silence. The fighting regiment of the Forbidden Army.

Those were the best times and the most memorable years: at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period at the end of the Unification War, the Legion's warriors reached as many as 50,000, and they were even able to faintly challenge the Seraphim Army, which was caught in internal disputes at the time.

But the fall began at that time.

As the Master of Mankind's unknown Primarch plan progressed, the Second Legion also encountered small problems: their gene seeds had certain problems that could not be explained and solved by any scientific means. The first batch of genetic seeds became waste products and could not breed new warriors at all.

Such problems have been plaguing the Second Legion. To this day, their gene seed matching ratio is still not high, and a large number of gene seeds have been judged to be unusable, severely restricting their recruitment and expansion.

Under such a blow, the legion showed signs of decline, and as one of the most powerful legions, the countless wars in the early days of the Great Crusade required their all-out efforts: under such a situation, the size of the legion was increasingly declining. , unable to support the once majestic tactics, the quarrels among various branches also intensified.

Finally, there is division.

But even so, the glorious past still remains in the hearts of every warrior, and this has become their belief. They firmly believe that one day, the Legion will be reborn in nirvana: the one who ignited this fire of nirvana may be the Emperor. , perhaps themselves, or perhaps the Primarch they had never met.

This kind of belief accompanied the most painful and violent expedition and lasted for decades: the veterans left and the new blood took over. Under those faces that gradually became mature, rational and stable, there was always a hidden truth. A heart full of boyish fantasies.

What will their army look like?

What kind of person is their original body?

Countless warriors died with such confusion and regret, and more new blood, with such longing in mind, took over their mantles and weapons, and stood and fought in the endless waves of the Great Crusade.

Until the voice of the Lord of Mankind, after almost a whole generation, once again came to the ears of every soldier of the Second Legion.

Rally.

Just the simplest order brought the entire legion together. In a galaxy designated by the emperor, the fleets that had gone their separate ways emerged one after another from different directions. Some of them worked tirelessly to Crossing more than half of the galaxy, just to observe the battle brothers who have never met under the light of the stars.

Countless reunions occurred under the witness of this nameless star. Friendships that had been lost for decades were rekindled in a blink of an eye. Brothers hugged each other tightly, recalling their past on Terra. .

But this kind of warmth is only a minority. Most of the time, when those Terra veterans come to other battleships to look for their former comrades, they will only see unfamiliar pictures in those familiar positions and military ranks. ’s youthful face.

Decades ago, when the Second Legion fell apart after the last dispute, the entire legion only had about 14,000 warriors. During this time when each fleet developed freely, the number of the entire legion increased. A slight improvement.

When the news of the discovery of the Primarch reverberated among all the battleships, there were about 18,000 Astartes warriors gathered in this galaxy: among them, the First Fleet was the largest force. The strength of the fleet exceeds 10,000. Although this fleet, led by the legion commander himself, is mediocre and has no more unique strength, their stability and sophistication are the true cornerstone of a legion.

The situation of some fleets is even more miserable: for example, the Third Fleet, which pursues psychic power and skills, seems to have encountered many catastrophic psychic accidents: although with the power of the mortal auxiliary army, this fleet They still have the ability to launch conquests, but their Astartes warriors don't even number a thousand.

The situation of the Fourth Fleet, which was working in the shadows, was not much better than that of the Third Fleet. Their strength exceeded a thousand, but that was all.

The two fleets combined only numbered about 2,000 people, which was only equivalent to most of the strength of the second fleet, which was willing to explore the ruins.

On the contrary, the Sixth Fleet, which is keen on getting along with mortals, has a huge force second only to the First Fleet. Their achievements are the least, but the soldiers of the Second Legion never take status and glory too seriously. .

And these warriors who did not belong to the mainstream of the legion also brought back another message: not all the strength of the Sixth Fleet was present, but part of the strength of the Sixth Fleet disappeared in a sudden attack when passing through the Gulf of Damocles. In the subspace storm, it was initially estimated that they chose to take the risk and crossed the empty star area after being unable to break through the storm, and there has been no news yet.

That fleet has more than a thousand Astartes warriors. If it does not encounter a terrible opponent, it is also a force that can survive independently.

And they were not the only lost fleet: the fifth fleet, the bloodiest and most reckless among the Second Legion, also disappeared in a strange storm, but no one was worried about them. After all, those madmen were obsessed with chain saw axes. Love trumps all weapons, they are like a group of hungry sharks, only they threaten others.

In addition, the Second Legion actually has a third Lost Fleet, and that fleet is the real [Lost]. No one wants to mention their existence. Those veterans who have experienced [Death of the Sun] unanimously agree By default, the exiled rebels have disappeared into their place of exile: the Ghoul Star Territory.

But despite this, among the legions, there are still people who silently chant the names of those unforgivables: this is not sympathy, but a kind of remembrance, the most serious inheritance of the past.

They can hate, despise, and despise the darkness of the past.

But it must not be forgotten.

Someone has to remember those things and pass them on, whether as the history of the legion, as advice and lessons, or as a laugh-out-loud joke in the future glory days.

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"So, is this why you found me?"

"Not entirely."

The tall warrior in front of him showed a flawless smile, which made Diarmuid move his shoulders nervously.

Diarmuid—or rather, he preferred to be called Diarmait.

He was one of the unluckiest people in the legion. When the exciting news exploded in the communication channel, he was closing the communication and concentrating on walking in the battleship corridor. It wasn't until he opened the door that he walked in His senior, who was smiling all over his face, heard the news that made him a little shocked.

Finding the Primarch would have undoubtedly brought unprecedented excitement and real consternation to any Astartes: but Diarmuid controlled himself as much as possible and did not lose consciousness for too long.

After all, the person standing in front of him was the legend of the Second Legion and the most powerful warrior in the entire legion.

【Bayar Knight】

No one knows whether this name is his real name. The only thing Diarmuid knows is that when soldiers from other legions mention this name, they often mention it together with another name:

Akudona, the leader of the two hundred swordsmen, the greatest son of the Emperor.

Thinking of this, Diarmuid licked his dry lips and found that the news of the original body was still rushing through his chest, making it impossible for him to calm down safely.

He raised his head and looked at Bayar: This strongest Second Legion soldier is actually not tall or burly, but very strong. He has soft golden hair hanging on his shoulders. He is very handsome, but His facial features are not more aggressive. When he smiles, anyone can't help but think of his other title: Gentle Knight.

"You know, Diarmuid."

He smiled and spoke slowly.

"The legion has gathered. Although there are still some battle brothers who have not returned, from the overall situation, it is no longer important. What's more important is that we are about to reunite with our genetic mother. Therefore, the organization of the legion will be Recovery is an urgent matter.”

“There are many long-established positions in desperate need of new blood: you are one of them.”

"But……"

"I know."

The powerful knight with blond hair smiled and waved his hand, obviously having made very thorough investigations and preparations.

"You are not very good at communicating with others, which even makes you worry too much about some shortcomings in your soul: but you don't have to worry about this, Diarmuid, I have already taken this issue into consideration. "

"I won't embarrass you too much, but I also hope you can overcome it. After all, we are really short of manpower now: after reuniting with our original source, we need a special force to go to the Pacific Star Territory and accept the coming from The last batch of supplies for the Eleventh Legion: These supplies were allocated to us by the Emperor himself and are the legacy of the Eleventh Legion. Their quantities are very large and rich, and they are an unimaginable gift."

“With them, we don’t have to worry about replenishing supplies for a long time.”

"I hope you can serve as one of the team leaders to complete this mission."

Bayar's eyes sparkled with a radiance that was irresistible.

Diarmuid hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, but then, a question in his mind could no longer be suppressed.

"Your Excellency Bayar, what you just said was our... mother of genes?"

"Yes, Diarmuid, just like the official notification you just received, our Primarch is a woman, that is, the famous Soul Drinker, a well-deserved hero of the Randan War."

"Proud, isn't it? I heard that the psykers of the Third Fleet have fallen into some kind of carnival at this time."

Diarmuid breathed deeply, feeling angry and blasphemous at his thoughts: but he still couldn't help thinking.

Would a female Primarch be a little...thin?

"Are you worried about her power?"

Bayar's eyes seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts.

Facing his smile, Diarmuid, who was still a new blood in general, nodded with some difficulty.

"Indeed, I am worried..."

"Worried about the power of the Primarch?!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the roar of an old lion.

The old voice, accompanied by some unquestionable majesty, penetrated the door that had not been fully opened and broke into the room.

Diarmuid glanced at the visitor in astonishment, then lowered his head without hesitation.

"Legion Commander."

"No need to call me that. I have never been the commander of the legion. I am just a knight who temporarily takes care of the legion in place of our emperor and primarch."

William Marshall, the old Astartes warrior, leader of the Second Legion, stepped into the room. He first smiled at the old man Bayar who had accompanied him throughout the entire Terra Unification War. He smiled and then sat in front of Diarmuid.

As an Astartes warrior over a hundred years old, his face and body are too old: this is because his genetic surgery was affected by the war and caused many twists and turns.

But even so, he still relied on his own efforts and skills to become a figure that every fighter truly respected.

"Are you worried about the power of the Primarch, New Blood?"

Marshall's gaze was like a majestic lion, causing sweat drops to form on Diarmuid's forehead involuntarily.

"……Yes."

"absurd!"

The legion commander patted his sword.

"Without power, wouldn't she be our original body?"

"Are we following the original body just to follow the power?"

"Or, without the powerful Primarch, we can't fight? Can't join this Great Crusade? Can't we continue to fulfill our responsibilities and missions?"

The legion commander's voice was slow, but it made people more stressed. He emphasized each word in a calm manner, making Diarmuid lower his head in shame.

"Sorry, legion commander."

"I know……"

"No, you don't understand."

The legion commander shook his head, his old face looking a little too regretful.

"That's what worries me the most."

"And this is also spreading in the legion. You instinctively look down on psychic abilities and doubt the strength and majesty of a Gene Mother as the original body, even for a talented boy like you."

"In your eyes, what is our Primarch? A talking point worth bragging about? Or a backer worth relying on?"

"Even if she has no power, she is still our original body, and she still has enough for us to learn from: whether it is her wisdom as a descendant of the Emperor, or her figure that can inspire every warrior and unite the entire legion."

"Remember, Diarmuid."

"Strength isn't everything."

"Having power but no intention is just a reckless man. Having intention but no power only increases the tragedy. Without intention and power, he is a pure coward!"

“Only by mastering both heart and strength at the same time can we have the possibility of embarking on the path of a true warrior.”

"That's the only way to have the possibility to follow our Primarch."

"No matter how she looks."

"The Primarch is the Primarch and cannot be changed."

"To be loyal, to follow, to find your own life and death in loyalty and fighting, and to find beliefs and things that are worthy of you at all costs."

"Go ahead and do it, you gifted little guy."

"There is nothing more wonderful than this in the galaxy."

Well, this chapter is a bit of a transition. Finish this volume before the end of the month, and then there will be a new plot.

Let us kick Jonson away and welcome Ahriman, Perturabo and Guilliman!