Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You are finally back."

"If you don't come back, there's going to be a murder here."

[Murder? Whose and whose. 】

"You and I can't tell, but I'm sure it will be those Calibans: My father, their warship is no different from a haunted cemetery now, with all the mokai on it. Messengers, dead people, and things that are worse than dead people.”

"Our brother is already a bit crazy: he makes me feel scared."

【...Jonson? 】

"..."

"Yes, Jonson."

——————

As Morgan's fleet gradually approached the center of the dead stars, she learned that the intelligence sent back from the front line was not completely accurate, but had some comforting errors.

The main fleet organized by Jonson and Leman Russ indeed suffered extremely heavy losses in a series of fierce battles and changes. In fact, losses like this could completely destroy some smaller Asta fleets. Special Legion: Fortunately, the Dark Angels and Space Wolves are both very large first-class legions, so they can retain enough scale and combat power to continue fighting after such a bloody battle.

But behind the continuous misfortunes, the Lions of Caliban did keep pushing the front forward. The Dawnbreaker fleet with the Dawn Goddess as its core passed through countless enemies along the way. The number of desolate worlds burned to the ground surpassed even the most scorching battlefields Morgan had ever seen.

They are the undisputed results of the two legions: the sharp blade from the empire has penetrated into the very core of this crazy kingdom, and its edge is stained with the blood of loyalists and rebels at the same time, all of which are bright red. If you can't tell each other apart, you don't need to.

When Morgan and her legion arrived at the front line, they happened to catch up with the last scene of the war: the star where the betrayer was hiding had been lit up in the star map, and the army of crusaders was gathering in full force. The wrath of the empire is about to ignite purgatory in the forgotten places of the world where even the star torch cannot shine.

The Dawnbreaker Legion was the last part of this rage. The Spider Queen returned to her post as quickly as possible, using her oriole to look at the Imperial fleet docked in the center of the galaxy: they were surrounding a huge and All around the icy gaseous planet were parked beside those temporarily built magnificent buildings, where all the supplies for the crusade were piled.

The towering and huge cable ducts separate the fleets of the two legions, and the [Indomitable Truth] and the [Harafenkel] occupy the two poles of the huge fleet, as if they are under the same roof. They are like blood brothers but there is a gap in their hearts.

The Dawnbreaker fleet had no intention of concealing its whereabouts, and their allies also welcomed their arrival: the fleets guarding the periphery got out of the way, allowing the huge [Dawn Goddess] to operate without stopping. Good luck moving forward.

Only then did Morgan instruct her Virgo to call the other two Primarchs on the flagship to start a military meeting to end the war as soon as possible, but just when her maid had just left, a letter came from The communication request on the Harafon Kyle appeared in front of Morgan.

That's Leman Russ.

Morgan approved the request without hesitation. The next moment, the overly weathered face of King Fenris appeared in front of the Spider Queen: even the beautification function of the holographic projection could not hide Leman Russ's pupils. His hair was bloodshot, and his blond hair and beard were growing wildly. It looked like he hadn't been groomed seriously for many days. The bloodstains on his armor also confirmed this view.

His right hand was still holding the Dionysian Spear tightly, while his left hand was holding tightly the half-spilled wine glass. Countless messy wine barrels were piled up on his side and around him to form a smelly hill: even if Through the holographic projection, Morgan could also smell the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

But such booze did not make Fensi's Wolf King drunk at all. In fact, he seemed to be in more pain, and the numbness of his nerves directly aggravated his mental senses.

[How much have you drunk, Riemann? 】

Morgan frowned.

[The war is coming, this is not the best state to prepare for the battle. 】

"I know……"

The Wolf King muttered lowly, and thunderous vibrations emitted from his chest.

"I know my own body better than you do, Morgan. I can't even pretend to be drunk with this amount of wine. Naturally, it won't affect the rest of the battle. At this time, you might as well care about it. Look at Jonson, his problem is much more serious than mine."

[Your question is not trivial either. Riemann: Tell me what happened? 】

"……nothing……"

"Just drinking to drown my sorrows."

[Using wine to soothe my sorrows makes me even more miserable. 】

"……Grass……"

"..."

"I lost several Wolf Lords, as well as many brothers who came from Fenris with me, as well as those Terrans: this caused some trouble to my legion, but it was not to the point of breaking the muscle. To the point of shaking your bones.”

[Because it’s more serious at Zhuangson? 】

"..."

"Yes."

"To be honest, the casualties of the Dark Angels have been so great that even an outsider like me can no longer stand it: Once upon a time, Johnson's men had the largest legion in the entire empire. Now, the first legion is probably half of its peak. It’s unreachable.”

"You can't imagine it, Morgan: too many people died, especially those Terran warriors. I saw with my own eyes one Dark Angel array after another just disappearing in the battle. Under Jonson's hands Many of our warships are now like ghost towns."

"But that's not the worst. If it's just the number of casualties, it's not enough to defeat our original bodies. The real problem lies within the Dark Angels: I don't know what the situation is like among their legions, but It is obvious that the entire First Army seems to have fallen into some kind of subtle state of division, which is not obvious yet, but it is enough to affect the next war."

[Jonson didn’t take action? 】

"Of course he took action: he released the terrible things in his battleship, almost every item. I admit that the power of these things was enough to make up for the dead soldiers, but the soldiers under his command did not seem to That’s not what I meant.”

【……】

"In short, many people in the fleet now maintain a certain pessimistic attitude towards the victory of this war. They do not want to start a new war so quickly."

【……】

【including you? 】

"..."

"Yes."

"including me."

Leman Russ took another swig of wine, his tone was heavy and smooth, and he did not feel ashamed at all for spitting out such [blasphemous words], as if he was just frankly admitting the simplest truth. .

"This is the real problem. I have to admit, Morgan, even if the three of us combined our legions, it would be difficult to ensure victory in the next war: you haven't seen what that guy put into the battlefield. Such a thing, you can’t imagine how far he has fallen.”

"If he had more cards, maybe we would die without a burial place."

"Therefore, many people in the fleet feel that we should suspend this war, return to the edge of the dead stars, wait for reinforcements or supplies from the empire to arrive, and then use a better posture to eliminate our betrayed brothers: this view I have received support from many people, and public opinion is fermenting both in Zhuang Sen’s legion and mine, and some wolf masters even gave me special advice because of this.”

【……】

[This is no different from retreating, my brother: it is said to be retreating to the edge of the dead stars, but don’t forget that most of the Obscure Starfield is now a wasteland and cannot provide any support. The Bairandan War The impact is that once we withdraw, it will take us at least a year to return to the actual control area of ​​​​the empire and then fight back. The variables are self-evident. 】

"I know, Morgan."

"I know everything: I am also the leader of a legion after all. I know this very well."

"But what the soldiers and mortals below think is another matter: you also know that due to the long-standing depressive atmosphere and ideological prohibition, the nerves of most people in the fleet are already tense. They have just experienced Ran Dan’s extermination war, and they didn’t even get the most basic rest.”

"The same goes for the Dark Angels. Their situation seems to be a little worse: many Terran officers have already summarized the future development trends and possibilities of the war based on our previous battles. Therefore, they asked Jonson Advice, I hope that the next attack can be suspended, because it is undoubtedly suicide."

"But Jonson didn't think so. He dismissed all requests for retreat and asked that the final blow against that guy begin immediately after your legion arrived: you can't imagine that his orders are within the First Legion. What an uproar it caused, even if I was hiding on my battleship, I could feel the earth shaking in the Dark Angel Legion."

Just like a lonely child confiding his secrets and thoughts to a tree hole that is absolutely impossible to find, Leman Russ told Morgan everything in the current fleet with a barrage of words, and after he finished speaking, After complaining, he grabbed another barrel next to him without saying a word and started drinking it, leaving the Spider Queen alone on her throne, lost in long contemplation.

Morgan was silent for a while, until the footsteps of Alpharius and Conrad were clearly heard at the end of the corridor, making Morgan realize that she only had time to ask the last question: It is better not to let those things go first. Both guys know as well.

[Riemann. 】

"Um?"

[I need your help. I need you to answer a question of mine. 】

Morgan stared closely at Leman Russ, and through the illusion of holographic projection, she made the Fenrisians realize how serious she was at this moment.

[Please take the question I am about to ask seriously, Riemann: When you think about the current war situation from the perspective of a Primarch, a Legion Master, and a war commander, please tell me. , in the next war, will we win or lose? 】

"..."

Morgan's question made Leman Russ freeze on the spot, and then he remained silent for a few seconds in a seemingly serious manner. Then, he took a big swig, raised his head, grinned, revealing his sharp fangs, and began Laughed loudly.

Or rather: roaring.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it restored some of the wildness of the Fenris people.

He soon had enough of laughing.

"A terrible question, Morgan, an extremely stupid question: I am not the god in charge of war. How can I tell you the direction of the war: victory and glory, or failure and death? These things have nothing to do with me. I If I don’t even know my own destiny, how can I solve your problem?”

The savage smile remained on Leman Russ's face, but the seriousness in Morgan's pupils did not waver at all: until the last trace of the Fenrisian's cover was exhausted.

"But if you really want to know an answer..."

Leman Russ stopped smiling, and a flash of rainbow light flashed across his pupils: it was cunning, cold, rough and savage madness like a wolf.

"I can tell you my opinion: If we gather together according to Zhuang Sen's request, use the First Legion as the sword, and launch the final battle at all costs, then we are indeed very likely to win the final victory."

"After all, the power is here, and victory is not difficult."

"But this victory is destined to come at the same time as destruction: even under the most optimistic calculation, at least the First Legion will be destroyed in this dead star, and almost all the Dark Angels will fall. This war It will be their final victory and glory."

"This is the price of victory. After all, war is always accompanied by sacrifices, and our brother is exactly an opponent that requires a lot of sacrifices to defeat: yes, a lot, so much that the entire First Army cannot fill it. "

"Their names may not be erased, but they will no longer be the main legion that the empire relies on, let alone restore their former status and nobility: you see, this is the problem, the Dark Angels obviously I don’t want to accept this ending.”

"but……"

"Jonson can accept it."

"He can accept this price, accept this outcome, accept the First Legion as the shattered bargaining chip used to end the war, even though it is his Legion."

"He is simply indifferent to the destruction of the First Legion: whether his indifference is a cover-up on the surface or a true thought in his heart, it is enough to make the current situation the worst."

"Because, the First Legion has discovered his indifference: Jonson has never concealed it, and they have discovered the fate that will happen to them if this war continues."

"It's a bad situation, isn't it?"

【……】

[It really sucks. 】

Morgan nodded.

[But, maybe we still have a chance? 】

Leman Russ's words only made Morgan's face pause for a brief moment, and the Spider Queen quickly raised an encouraging smile: For Morgan, a dilemma like this is simply not worth mentioning. It won't affect her mentality.

In other words, she is not Jonson or Leman Russ. She has not experienced the long bloody battles before, and she still maintains emerging firepower, and the same is true for her legion: this kind of vitality is exactly what the current crusade army needs. .

She could hear Conrad's sound of opening the door, which allowed her and Leman Russ to only make eye contact.

[I should go see him and Zhuangson: Postpone the strategy meeting for a while. You should wash off the smell of alcohol on your body and take a good rest. I will inform you when my matter is resolved. your. 】

"Yeah, maybe."

The King of Fenris's response came along with his broken projection. He smiled at Morgan, confident, as if Morgan's arrangement did not exceed his expectations: Or, in other words, this was Leman Russ's message to him. A request from a blood relative, asking Morgan to be a powerful factor in alleviating the problems currently facing the First Order?

The truth is unknown.

"Go and see him: good luck."

The corners of Leman Russ's mouth curled up, and his projection immediately disappeared: almost at the same moment, Conrad pushed the door open, and next to him was the fully armed Alpharius.

Midnight Ghost caught Morgan's frown at the first glance, and his brows also wrinkled together. But before Conrad could ask anything, Morgan stood up and snapped his fingers: Next One, appeared in front of the two Primarchs.

【Come out with me. 】

Conrad was stunned.

"...Go to Zhuang Sen?"

【right. 】

"Now?"

The second question comes from Alpharius.

[Yes, now. 】

[Both of you, you both have to go. 】

"..."

Midnight Ghost and Hydra couldn't help but look at each other.

"What happened?"

【……】

Morgan glanced at Alpharius who was asking the question, and looking at the other person's face that was trying so hard to pretend to be shocked, the Spider Queen felt that she almost laughed out of anger.

[There is a problem with Jonson, a problem for him and his legion: What? Does this kind of thing surprise you? 】

"……No."

"Absolutely not."

"Yes: that makes perfect sense."

——————

Just like Leman Russ said: When Morgan came to the Dark Angel's flagship [Unyielding Truth] again, she clearly felt a certain kind of depression in the atmosphere, which made her frown. His brows barely got even a moment of relief.

As the Primarch of the Second Legion, Morgan has walked on the flagship of the Dark Angel Legion countless times. Her [Oberon] easily found the apron that was almost specially set up for her. In silence, After minimal checks, I logged in smoothly.

As soon as her boots hit the ground, Morgan realized something was wrong. The Dark Angels who came to greet her were not only pitiful in number, but there were not many familiar faces anymore. In fact, in Morgan's original place, In my memory, the Dark Angels team stationed here: none of them are here anymore.

Morgan knew very well that they would not have any reason or idea for leaving their posts without permission: it seemed that the situation of the First Legion might be worse than Leman Russ said.

Fortunately, there were still some familiar faces among the greeters: at least Coswayne, as well as those Dawnbreakers who served as legion liaisons in the Dark Angel Legion, all stood in front of Morgan. This made Ava Lord Long's mood improved slightly.

only……

Why do these heirs of hers seem to be shrinking?

Doubts briefly passed, and Morgan followed those shrinking eyes and turned her sight to the head guard standing behind her: Lana stood there as always, his face was a perfect iceberg, but Morgan could see from there In his seemingly cold pupils, he could see the burning flames.

Rana is angry?

Why?

Morgan blinked and did not dwell on this problem. After all, there was a bigger powder keg that she needed to solve: Look, Coswayne had already hurried over and paid tribute to her.

"Long time no see, sir."

The Lion King's confidant still maintains perfect etiquette and status. If you just listen to his words, you will not feel any panic or worry: Morgan's admiration for Coswayne is not groundless, even in the Dawnbreaker Legion In all fairness, the Lord of Avalon can't find many warriors who can compete with Causwayne in all aspects.

[Long time no see, Akao: The Indomitable Truth seems to have become a little depressed? 】

"Ah...you know, sir..."

【Of course I know. 】

Morgan smiled and patted Coswayen on the shoulder, interrupting him.

[My understanding of this battleship is as good as yours, and before I arrived in this galaxy, I had already witnessed the ruins of your battles along the way: I can imagine it just by looking at those extremely tragic battlefields. , what a tragic sacrifice you have made. 】

"..."

Coswayen didn't respond for a moment. He swallowed a heavy sigh, tried hard to suppress his voice, and leaned next to Morgan to express his worries.

"As expected, I can't hide it from you, my lord: you are right. The current situation of the First Legion is indeed not very good. Many Terran warriors no longer even hide their complaints, especially with Astor. The group of people led by Lan are even more active. They are the most experienced soldiers in the legion, and they are also the group of people who know best the consequences of continuing to fight."

"They reject this outcome."

【……】

[A split? 】

"...That's not the case."

The Lion Manager shook his head.

"In fact, as long as Master Zhuangson issues clear orders, the entire legion will still be at his command. Even Astlan and the others only dare to stop complaining: but the problem now is that these Terrans The veteran has found a spokesman who will embarrass the Primarch."

【……】

Morgan didn't even have to guess.

【Luthor? 】

Coswayen closed his eyes and nodded painfully.

"That's right: Lord Luther is clearly opposed to the continuation of this war. He believes that if the fight continues without a bottom line, the First Army is destined to be destroyed in this war: I don't know what Astlan is. They started to contact Lord Luther at that time, but it is obvious that they have now formed some kind of alliance. Lord Luther will face the original body directly, while many Caliban warriors and even Terra veterans will silently side with Luther. Your Majesty Sir’s opinion.”

[What about you, Akao? 】

Morgan asked in a low voice. This question carved a tangled mark on the forehead of the Lion King. They did not continue the conversation immediately, but began to move towards the depths of the Glory Queen-class battleship.

It was not until they had advanced a relatively long distance that the Lion Steward answered the Primarch's question in a low voice. His voice was so low that even Rana, who was following Morgan, did not hear it at all. This may be because Coswayen's secrecy may have been due to the fact that he felt ashamed of the matter itself.

"Lord Luther's suggestion is not completely unreasonable, sir: Lord Jonson once told me in private that he admitted that there would be some difficulties in this war that could only be overcome with complete sacrifice, and he also hoped that I can convey that perspective to you.”

[Has Jonson decided to make this sacrifice? 】

"..."

"I have no right to speculate on the thoughts of the original body, Lord Morgan, but I privately hope that you can help Lord Johnson analyze this serious issue, which involves the fate of three entire legions and even the human empire: Believe me, Morgan My lord, you have seen nothing we have ever fought against, and if we cannot smother them here, untold blood will be shed throughout the empire."

[This is Jonson’s idea, and his and Luther’s ideas each have their own reasons. 】

"Otherwise, this debate would not have lasted so long, but with the arrival of you and the Dawnbreaker Legion, the debate will soon end: Lord Luther met Lord Jonson again before about half a Terran standard hour. , their quarrel has been going on for more than ten minutes and has not stopped until now."

【……I see. 】

[Leave it to me, Akao. 】

"……Um."

"Please, my lord."

At the end of the corridor leading to the Primarch's office, the Lion Master bowed solemnly to the Lord of the Second Legion. He watched Morgan's figure walking towards the iron-gray door, praying in his heart that the chaos of the Legion could be restored. Get a break today: Coswayne knows this is impossible. As the Lion King's manager, he knows that the chaos at the moment is not the result of one day. The Dark Angel's hidden dangers have been around for a long time, and Jonson is obviously not a good doctor.

This detonator would eventually explode, but no one expected that it would explode at such a fatal time, involving the entire First Legion.

Thinking of this, Coswayne could only shake his head sadly, and continued to conceive a plan to suppress those opposing voices in his heart. This was the most important thing for him these days.

In the corner of his field of vision, the Lion King Manager accidentally caught a glimpse of a scene: beside Conrad and Alpharius who were doing nothing, Morgan's Guard Manager seemed to be dragging a dozen Dawnbreakers into the room. In the shadows on the side, those Dawnbreakers seemed to be liaison personnel among the Dark Angels.

"..."

What's going on here?

Coswayen was briefly confused, but he quickly came to his senses: This matter seemed to have nothing to do with him. After all, it was all a family matter of the Second Legion.

Forget it, let them figure it out on their own.

The Lion Controller turned his gaze back.

As a result, he completely missed the ferocious sound Lana made while kneading his gloves.