Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You can never imagine how many trump cards the Dark Angels Legion may have. Whenever you think they have gone all out and run out of gas, they will always pull out a brand new sword from the shadows and kill mercilessly. Enemies who are foolish enough to claim victory.”

"As the Emperor's Six Wings, as the First Legion of the Empire, these Calibans are like the unfathomable vast ocean, always maintaining depth and strength: even an extreme rainstorm will not let them down. Its sea level has risen, and successive droughts will not show signs of drying up.

"So, pure war cannot destroy this legion, because it was born for war itself. It is the interpretation of the art of war by mankind and the empire."

Standing in the specially cleaned iron-gray corridor of [Beast Command], looking at the steel behemoth outside the porthole, the champion swordsman of the Second Legion could not help but let out a heartfelt sigh, and for such a purpose The behavior of other legions singing praises more or less made the new bloods around him feel a little confused and dissatisfied.

"I don't deny that the First Legion has great strength, Your Excellency, but is it too flattering to boast about their combat effectiveness like this?"

Several voices that sounded slightly green to Bayar sounded on his right side. The champion swordsman looked around and saw only a few new faces from Avalon or Salamas: these warriors They were reinforcements from other companies. Those companies were severely damaged and could not participate in the subsequent landing operations, but they still squeezed out some of their troops to support units like the second company that needed to continue fighting.

These jerky faces were the first batch of reinforcements to arrive. For the future of the Dawnbreaker Legion, the captain of the second company showed full patience and gentleness.

"Perhaps you will still be surprised by these words now, new bloods, but you guys won't be anymore: Have you seen those warships outside the portholes? Those strange-looking guys, there are more than a dozen of them."

"I saw it, Your Excellency."

"Do any of you know that kind of battleship?"

"Well……"

These newcomers from Avalon and Salamas fell into silence. Although they have gone through a long learning time and mastered knowledge that is like gods to mortals, these things are happening in front of them. The steel behemoths belonging to the First Legion that passed by their warships were not recorded in any of the warship types they had mastered. Even the warships themselves were different in size and shape. , completely unlike the product of one model.

"Is that the First Legion's own unique battleship model, Your Excellency? I heard that the Dark Angel Legion possesses some technologies that other legions cannot master. This has even made many Mechanicus members complain."

In the end, a new recruit from the Gurgrad Protectorate region gave a satisfactory answer while hesitating: His answer was not correct, but if it were answered by veterans who had served for decades , I'm afraid they will only give the same answer.

So, the champion swordsman cast an appreciative glance at the answerer and shook his head randomly.

"No, it's not."

"These battleships are not a unique technology of the First Legion, and they actually have a unified name: relic-class battleships, which is how the empire always calls them."

"Relic level?"

The new bloods looked at each other.

"But we have never learned anything about this battleship model, and these battleships themselves do not look like products of the same model."

"Of course not..."

The champion swordsman withdrew his gaze and quietly watched these terrifying ancient beasts passing in front of him one by one.

"Because these old guys are not something that the empire can create at all. They come from ancient times that no one can imagine. They possess terrifying power that can plunge an entire expedition fleet into a sea of ​​fire. Relic level is just a simple collective name for them. : After a while, we may be boarding one of them. Remember not to look around, recruits, and..."

"Be prepared for impact."

"..."

Silence, like a plague, began to spread silently among the new blood, until the new blood who answered the question raised his hand and asked the champion swordsman.

"Your Excellency, since you just said that these battleships are relics from ancient times, does our legion also have corresponding things? After all, when it comes to archeology, it seems that the Dawnbreaker Legion is better at it."

"You'd better not mention similar words in the short term, especially not in front of that guy Rana."

Bayar raised the corners of his lips, and his low words caused a burst of laughter among the veterans. On the contrary, the new bloods standing on the other side listened in confusion, while the champion swordsman just stared at the questioner. The new recruit looked up and down carefully but did not answer his question.

"Are you a pharmacist?"

"Yes, sir, I am a new blood from the 31st company. I have served in the legion for seven years. Before this expedition officially started, I just passed the second-level examination and interview of the Pharmacist Association. , became a junior pharmacist.”

Bayar nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his pupils.

"That's good. The pharmacists in the Dawnbreaker Legion may not have a high position, but they are definitely one of the most respected and important battle brothers. You have to bear more responsibilities on the battlefield than others. Not only must we protect the Legion’s current battle brothers, but we must also protect the Legion’s future.”

"Hats off to you, little one."

Bayar raised his hand and saluted the junior pharmacist with an informal military salute, but the respect from the champion swordsman was enough to make this new blood the envy of his companions, and he felt very proud. With encouragement, his breathing began to become a little heavier, and a somewhat embarrassed green smile echoed on his face.

"Actually, I haven't fully mastered everything about pharmacists. Your Excellency Bayar, I am not yet a qualified pharmacist. It will take at least twenty years of practice before I can receive my own medicine. Master’s seal.”

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to care about so many things. As long as you work hard to grow, you will soon be worthy of my respect. In addition, you must always remember to do your best to do your own thing. Pharmacist: This That’s the best advice I can give you.”

Bayar smiled. While comforting the new recruit, he evenly cast his gaze on these new blood from the Avalon and Salamas regions: most of them were related to the junior pharmacist. Same, with a relatively immature face and an aura of panic that is not considered stable.

They may not be considered warriors that can make people feel completely at ease, and this kind of youthfulness is not suitable for the battlefield, but Bayar does not care about this, he even feels some kind of love for this kind of youthfulness.

After all, in the long period of time before the return of the original body, there was almost no sign of such youthfulness in the Dawnbreaker Legion. It was all the maturity and vicissitudes of decades of bloody battles: vicissitudes of life certainly make people trustworthy, but that It also shows that the future of the legion is bleak, and there will only be a group of veterans who are gradually withering away.

And now, these new blood around them are about to follow his footsteps to the battlefield. Their youthfulness symbolizes the sunrise future of the entire Second Legion: although for them, the battlefield in front of them is It may be too dangerous, but Bayar has the confidence to protect everything he needs to protect in even the most terrifying purgatory. In the past two hundred years, he has been fighting with this belief and has never lost. .

Thinking of this, a proud smile appeared on the champion swordsman's face. He cleared his throat, making his voice sound as gentle as possible.

"Okay, that's normal. Growth always takes time, but please don't worry. Follow my footsteps, enter the battlefield, and survive. Your accumulation and growth will span at least ten years. Guangqing: If your instructors don’t agree with this, you can come to me and I will discuss it with them."

"My mentor is an old stubborn man, Your Excellency Bayar."

Among the new blood, I don’t know who said such a sentence, and it was immediately echoed by most of the new blood: Although they come from different companies and associations, theoretically, there will be no same mentor at all. .

"It doesn't matter: my fists can always move people's hearts."

Suddenly, a burst of light laughter sounded in the corridor.

And amidst this laughter, another group of reinforcements that they had been waiting for also appeared at the end of the corridor. So, the champion swordsman waved his hand, summoning this group of new blood sects who were about to fight alongside him, Rushing to the helipad together, they need to take a shuttle to a relic-class battleship of the Dark Angels, and then engage in an [airdrop combat] that is destined to impress everyone.

But only the junior pharmacist seemed to have a slightly sad expression. Even after the entire team had assembled and started moving towards the apron, the junior pharmacist was still at the end of the team, frowning. Suo seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

Then an arm was thrown around him.

"You look distracted, what are you doing?"

"I can tell you, wandering is never good news, especially when you are about to go to the battlefield: there, the smallest daze can kill you. I remember this was taught in the first lesson of the pharmacist course. Things that have passed.”

"You won't forget, right? Gasmore?"

"Of course I remember."

The junior pharmacist known as Gasmore glanced at the man hugging him: he had a badge symbolizing an official pharmacist hanging on his body, and there were a few traces of anger on his face with sparse short hair that did not match his aura. Guo Gu, this person is not Gasmore's mentor, but he is his disciple. He can be regarded as his senior. He also takes great care of Gasmore on weekdays.

"I'm just worried about another thing, Brother Vincent."

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

Vincent's face was filled with a warm smile, and when his shoulders shook with his smile, the bright red stripes on his shoulder blades would also reflect the light above the corridor: that It is one of the marks of being an official pharmacist.

"Actually..."

Gasmore glanced at the group in front of him to make sure no one could hear them.

"Brother Vincent, do you remember the pharmacist coursework that Mr. Silkes left for us last time: it was that paper, which required a hundred meters of parchment to be written."

"Of course I remember, didn't he already choose the topic for us at least nine months ago: Speaking of this paper, you must write it more carefully, because Teacher Silkes will personally review and approve this paper. For the thesis, we still need to take this thesis to the senior committee of the Pharmacists Association for a defense."

"There are all the classmates of Tutor Silkes, and even his teachers. If we embarrass our tutor there, he might kill us himself and clean up the family."

"Um……"

Hearing the clear threat from the mentor in the senior's mouth, the junior pharmacist's face became a little ugly, but this strangeness did not escape the eyes of senior Vincent who was standing aside.

"..."

"Don't tell me that you haven't finished writing that essay yet: long before the expedition started, Mr. Silkes told us that he had given us enough time to write this damn essay and return to the Far Eastern Frontier. He will accept this paper in at most one month."

"Ahem...it doesn't count as unfinished."

Gasmore's eyes wandered wildly.

"I just accidentally...forgot about this paper."

"...didn't touch a single word?"

"..."

"Do you think that Mr. Silkes's title of [Ten Thousand Killers] is used to scare people? He is a veteran of Terra who has served for at least 150 years and has fought in the Legion of the Lord of Humanity. He's destroyed more armored vehicles than we've ever killed greenskins."

"...I...of course I know!"

"But...you can't blame me!"

"I was thinking, there are still several months left, and this paper is not in a hurry: and the Explorers Association happened to be holding a new archaeological event at that time. The theme of the event happened to be my interest, so I joined Li: I didn’t expect that the event would last so long, and we started the expedition as soon as it was over!”

"Anyway, dear Brother Vincent, for the sake of you and my classmates, please help me think of an idea. I really can't finish writing that one hundred meter long piece of paper in one month. Parchment: Damn it, the instructor still insisted on talking about the meter unit to confuse the audience, isn’t it just one hundred meters?”

"A paper a hundred meters long!"

Although Gasmore's wailing was overwhelming, it still attracted the attention of several other new bloods, which forced Vincent to cover up with a haha.

"Well, since you didn't forget to bring me the souvenirs from the archaeological activities, I'll help you think about it: However, you have to talk ugly things ahead, and you may have to pay a price this time."

"As long as I can get the paper done, it doesn't matter what the price is."

"Don't talk so much..."

Vincent thought for a moment: only when they could hear the din of the tarmac did he whisper a response.

"Actually, it's not that difficult: as long as you die heroically in this landing battle, or are sent to Dauntless due to serious injuries and dying, Teacher Silkes will probably not care about thesis."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, this is very feasible: after all, you and I both know very well that the number of fearless people in our legion has always been in a state of serious overflow, and no one is using it. "

"After all, those seriously injured battle brothers either died directly, or they only had to lie down for a few weeks or even a few days before they could get up alive again. They look healthier than pharmacists like us who live irregular lives."

"As for the others, most of them chose to go to the Far Eastern Frontier to take up their management positions. The total number of Dreadnoughts in the entire legion is only in double digits now, and most of them are old Dreadnoughts who have been sleeping before the return of the original body. .”

"As long as you bite the bullet, a Contemptor will be absolutely fine."

"..."

Geismor blinked: He really spent a moment thinking about this choice. Although being fearless sounds scary, but compared to that hundred-meter-long paper...

"But... isn't this price a little too high?"

"Believe me, if you were dragged into the arena by Mr. Silkes, you would miss the feeling of being buried in fearlessness: This sentence comes from my senior, don't ask me why I know it."

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes... there is, but this method may depend on luck, and it may cause you to bleed a little. Remember, I will tell you this method, but you must keep it secret from me. For everyone Tutors must keep secrets, do you understand?"

"……explain!"

Vincent glanced around, then leaned close to Gasmore's ear.

"After this expedition is over, when we return to the Far Eastern Frontier, you must find an opportunity to go to the Dawn Goddess and find a man named Ahriman there who came to our legion from the Thousand Sons Legion to communicate. The guy who studies: If you can’t find him, you can also ask Captain Hector, he knows Ahriman.”

"Ahriman? The champion swordsman in the central arena?"

"He is not just a champion: a person who is so damn good like this always has multiple skill points, and will be at the forefront of everyone in every skill field, and eventually become a famous figure, just like Heck Like the special company commander, I heard that his sculptures have caused an [art war] in the Sculpters Association."

"Talk about the paper!"

"Ahem, okay, okay... Let's get back to the point. A few years ago or more, when I almost officially became a pharmacist, Lord Ahriman began to help the Dawnbreakers write their papers for a fee. , mainly pharmacists and those who play with psychic powers: it was my senior who introduced him to me, and my graduation thesis was... polished by him."

"... Polish your pen?"

"...Yes, polish the pen."

"Can you write about Ahriman? The topic my mentor gave me is a bit remote. I can't even find many references in the Legion's large library."

"It's like you know how to read it after you find it. It's not just about supporting the scene at the end."

"..."

"As for Ahriman, don't underestimate him."

"The secret about him has been circulated among us apprentices in the association for at least several years: Lord Ahriman is a talented person who is proficient in all subjects, especially when it comes to psychic powers, history, and art. In the field of medicine and medicine, he is a figure who stands proudly at the top of the galaxy."

"Do you still remember that among our elective textbooks there is a book called "The Necessary Connection between Psionics and Medicine". The author of that book was actually Ahriman, who was personally reviewed by the original body."

"...It's him..."

"Yes, that's him. If you can find him and convince him to write for you, it's just a hundred-meter-long parchment. He can fill it in one night. The only thing you need to worry about is, Could his thesis be so well written that you can’t even explain the reasoning during your defense?”

"...Will this happen?"

"Yes, and it happens often: when the time comes, you remember to bear it yourself, or just skip those places. If the commentators insist on it, they will also be talked about. Just calm down and look at Silkes Just let the instructor speak out for you."

"……All right."

"Trust me, Gasmore: you're going to love the way your mentor debates for you."

"Then, will it be expensive to ask Lord Ahriman to polish his pen?"

"Of course it will be expensive: but before that, considering that after the expedition there will be a popular period for various thesis defenses and seminars, you must first make an appointment with Ahriman."

"Secondly, although I don't know the price now, the time I asked him to polish his pen before, the price was a bottle of rare red wine that I brought from my hometown. I bought an entire villa in the hive world."

"There are also some people who will exchange some sophisticated weapons or ancient books from their hometowns, causing Lord Ahriman to even have to apply for a private storage room. After all, his business has always been quite booming: it is said that when he is too busy, When he comes, he will even use long-range psychic communication to contact other Thousand Sons warriors on Prospero to help him solve part of the backlog of orders."

"Of course, if you really can't come up with the price, you can also express that you owe him a favor. Lord Ahriman is still very talkative in this regard. However, I personally do not recommend you to do this. According to the opinions of my classmates, Arguably, Ahriman’s favor is not so easy to repay.”

"Anyway, it's all up to you. You just need to remember, no matter what, don't confess anything about Lord Ahriman. After all, this kind of thing can't be brought to light."

"Understood!"

"Thanks for the advice, senior."

"It's no use thanking you, but if you get into trouble, just don't accuse me."

"Definitely not, definitely not..."

——————

"However, Senior Vincent, there is one thing that I still feel is quite strange."

"explain."

"You said that Mr. Silkes is a Terran veteran who has served for at least 150 years, and in the usual teaching of us, we can't escape his eyes even in those little tricks. In addition, according to me As far as I know, at least in the Pharmacist Society, Mr. Silkes is not a very senior person, and there are many people who are more powerful than him."

"So, since so many of us have gone to Ahriman to polish his writing, and even some of the people who have gone to him, such as your senior, have now become mentors: why has this matter still not been revealed? ?”

"..."

"Well, actually I don't know much about it myself."

"However, I have heard a statement before. Of course, this statement is more like a rumor. Just listen to it and be sure not to tell anyone else, especially not to Ahriman."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"It is said that after the first Dawnbreaker went to Lord Ahriman to polish his paper, this behavior was actually discovered very quickly, and even alerted the original body for a time, but for some reason, this matter was suppressed in the later stage. After that, no one mentioned it anymore."

"The original body doesn't care either?"

"The Lord Primarch has never expressed any opinion on this: even the fact that it alarmed the Primarch is just a rumor."

"But one thing is strange to me: since that incident, tutors from various associations have issued some weird thesis topics from time to time. The difficulty of these topics is beyond our ability to solve. Even in all the books of the Legion, There were not many books about them in the library, so more and more people began to look for Ahriman, and it was at this time that his voice began to get better."

"And sometimes, even Lord Ahriman can't solve these problems, so he can only turn to his battle brothers in Prospero, those Thousand Sons warriors, and let the Thousand Sons warriors read through those Prospero The Pyramid and the Great Library on Perot.”

"However, it is said that the answers to these tricky questions are recorded in Prospade's library. Therefore, Lord Ahriman can complete the thesis commission every time and answer the questions raised by our tutor one after another. Tricky questions.”

"Whenever this happens, our thesis topics will return to normal for a period of time, and the tutors will seem to relax their teaching on us and conduct some kind of research activities that we cannot know about. When they When the research is over, a new round of tricky questions will be issued again, so we have to go to Lord Ahriman to polish the pen again."

"Then...Does Lord Ahriman know about this?"

"he does not know."

Standing in front of the noisy tarmac crowded with various shuttles, Vincent looked at his junior with a smile, first patted his shoulder, and then told him in the most solemn voice in his ear he.

"Don't let him know either."

It’s too depressing to push the main plot all the time. Let’s try something relaxing to relax my nerves (recently I feel like I’ve been exhausted from writing. I’ll try my best to finish the plot of Old Eleven before the weekend. This guy is so cool. I have already carried him to the point where it is very difficult to die)

Well, so I must kill him as soon as possible~

In addition, you also need to think about what kind of plot will come after this plot: it is best to be relaxed.