Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 194 Where is Zhuang Sen’s gift...?

The Polar Star is a dilapidated and old behemoth. Its life and history are even older than the Great Crusade itself.

It was a gift and product when Mars and the human empire had just begun to work together. It was an extremely unstable old dragon full of countless experimental technologies and ferocious methods. It was so ancient and weathered that even the people who supervised its casting were The important ministers of Mars have already returned to Omnisiah's feet during a dangerous adventure.

However, when its towering body of 25 kilometers stretches across the gray stars, even the most arrogant opponent will not underestimate this seemingly sleeping old beast that is already dripping with blood. The ferocious minions that have been here for more than a hundred years will not rashly launch a fatal declaration against this Void Fortress loaded with thousands of Terran veterans.

This imperial behemoth, which was built only later than the Indomitable Truth, has not received real maintenance for too long, but this does not prevent it from being able to single-handedly tear apart a large fleet, or destroy an entire Spring and Autumn Period. The unified galaxy was reduced to scorched earth: this is what it could do while it was mired in a maelstrom of oblivion and fragmentation.

And now, when its destined and only owner finally came to the light gray deck and corridor, she finally turned her gift into a brand new name, and initially united this divided legion.

When the Ice Queen, who made the entire Second Legion willing to bow her head and tie her neck, and strangled all disputes and thoughts with her own hands, was finally able to slowly review her final performance on the ancient bridge that reflected the silver arc of the sun and meteorites. When you have an outstanding heir.

This powerful war engine, entrusted with the name of the oldest guiding light in human navigation and journey, finally ushered in its last and most important part after more than a hundred years of waiting:

A supreme will, a firm core, and a majestic king.

Whether it is a legion or a battleship, their success or failure, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, are no longer important. After such a long wait and training, they finally received the most important reward: a human being walking among them. Demigod, a unique star that can point out, guide and entrust all futures, leading them to rush into the sea of ​​​​stars again.

Whether it is the scars of the past or the fragmentation of the past, they have all turned into ridiculous gray memories in the face of the glorious future. The legion has been united once again. This time, they will never be separated. And it is unstoppable and invincible.

It seems difficult for such an arrogant, confident, and ambitious idea to come into being in the hearts of a group of warriors with different thoughts and barely gathered together. However, at this moment, every powerful and serious Dawnbreaker comes from the bottom of his heart. So convinced: There is no other reason, just because their powerful and loving genetic mother is slowly walking in front of them.

In front of her silent, calm, grace and strength like the bright moonlight; in front of her smiling, loving face, which contains the most harmonious and tolerant face of the mother of genes, any desire for the future, any desire for the stars. Looking from a distance, one can't help but be immersed in the endless faith and inspiration brought by the smile under the blue pupils.

What stood before them, who smiled at each of them, was the Queen of the Dawn, Morgan, the giver of legions and genes, their mother.

She is the majestic goddess of war, she is the valiant galaxy hunter, she is the smiling omnipotent witch, she is the meditative shadow king, she is the wise leader of all nations...

She is the great master of the legions.

In the eyes of every new Dawnbreaker of the Second Legion, their genetic mother seems to have a completely different appearance. With the differences and thoughts between these warriors, they see different daughters of the Emperor: these images Without exception, they are the most worthy of following and trusting existence in their eyes.

But one thing has become the consensus and belief of the entire Dawnbreaker Legion silently.

All the suffering is no longer worth remembering and trembling, and all the worries have collapsed like fragile thin ice under the scorching sun. From this moment on, they will be the luckiest among all legions.

For these Dawnbreakers, who have superhuman senses and blood instincts, just a short sentence and a series of actions in a moment are enough for them to determine their situation and luck:

They possess a Primarch.

A true mother.

A wise Hecate.

A powerful Lady of Dawn.

A great king of nirvana.

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Under the gaze of the Emperor and the five silent Primarchs, the reunion of Morgan and her descendants in this nameless world was both solemn and simple, without any fancy or cumbersome steps and procedures. After the Second Legion bowed their knees to their Gene Mother and received a new name and future, it was effectively over.

After it came to an end, Mortarion immediately said goodbye to his father, and the Lord of the Death Guard's fleet disappeared at Mandeville Point as quickly as possible, reuniting with the main force of the legion waiting for him and rushing to the next war.

The Fire Dragon Lord of the 18th Legion was the second to leave. After confirming to Morgan again and again that there was nothing he could do to help, Vulkan selected an item from his treasure house that could be used at will. The adjustable sleeveless half-armor serves as a commemoration of the friendship and shared joys and sorrows with his sisters during this short but determined battle. It is also a thank you gift for Morgan's heroic fighting in the Randan War and the protection of countless Imperial soldiers.

The Lord of Nocturne felt uneasy and guilty from the bottom of his heart for this gift that was too simple in his eyes. He held his fragile blood relative tightly with his big hands and made an extremely solemn guarantee: When Morgan visits Salamander Legion, he will definitely come up with a real gift.

The Wolf King of Fenris left almost at the same time as the Fire Dragon Lord. He laughed and gave his sister a box of the purest Fenris wine. As a gift of the friendship of fighting side by side and this reunion, the King of the Space Wolves did not Speaking more, his wild face was still scarred with real scars, and there were a few new serious glances from his whispered conversations with the Emperor.

Leman Russ patted the too fragile shoulder of his blood relative, arrogantly ensuring that his promise was still valid: in the Wolf Fang, Morgan had his own distinguished seat, in the meat warehouses and wine cellars of the Fenrisians, There will also be enough food and fine wine stored at any time to welcome a welcome feast in the name of Morgan. Psionics will never be the reason why the Lord of the Second Legion is treated coldly in the ice and snow world, because it has used its own actions to , breaking the natural distrust and vigilance of the Space Wolves, and gaining enough power to be a guest.

After the three primarchs had left, the Wolf Shepherd had just finished his somewhat lengthy conversation with the Lord of Mankind. Horus's handsome face revealed a bright smile due to the reliving of the family relationship between father and son, which made him It is as if he is the purest god of carnival who is born to receive all happiness.

The Primarch of the Luna Wolves shared the joy of reuniting his children with his sister in the most sincere manner. He hinted at several good ways to get closer to the Astartes warriors with his witty words, among which Something even Morgan had never thought of.

At the end of the words, the Wolf God even felt a little sad: the Emperor personally gave him some tasks, which made him and Morgan, who decided to return to his hometown in the south of the Maelstrom, destined to be unable to go along. However, Horus still vowed that he would guarantee a A large amount of supplies have been used as gifts to his blood relatives and will soon be sent to the transport ships of the Second Legion, and a team of elite Luna Wolves will also serve as envoys of the Wolf God in the next few days. In a standard year on Terra, fighting alongside the Second Legion.

The figure of Horus slowly disappeared in a series of conversations and blessings, and also disappeared with the silent Lord of Mankind: In a place where no one could approach, the Emperor and his daughter spoke their last words. , those words were enough to make Morgan ponder for countless days and nights.

And until the [Emperor's Dream] disappeared into the Mandeville Point, and until the new Dawnbreakers, under the second order of their Gene Mother, began to return to their own battleships, then Dao's voice stood in silence and ashes for too long before he stiffened his face and came to Morgan's side.

There were many reasons for Jonson's silence, and one of the most important reasons was: when Vulkan's half-armor, Leman Russ's liquor, and Horus's oath took turns to appear in front of him. , the champion swordsman of the First Legion remembered some seemingly important issues.

Maybe...he should prepare a gift for Morgan in advance?

……Gift.

This almost never used word revolved in the mouth of the King of Knights. When he whispered this useless word softly, his speech was frighteningly jerky.

He never thought he would think and worry about this word.

But the reality is: at this moment, he is indeed doing this and thinking this way.

Zhuang Sen's thinking was long, arduous, and pioneering, enough to be recorded in his personal biography.

But it's of no use.

Because he didn't think anything through.

The King of Knights of Caliban stood in a hidden corner like this, until the last figure standing between him and Morgan slowly left, until the blue pupils began to look directly at the green eyes. Hitomi.

...that’s all.

Morgan…

She should know what she wants.

After all, she has always been so worry-free.

With this in mind, Caliban's King of Knights took a step forward, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and came to his blood relatives. They stood side by side silently. In their field of vision, there were only desolate hills and the sky. of stars.

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Zhuang Sen came to Morgan and stood there, silent.

Beside him, the Lord of the Second Legion was sitting on an iron box filled with Fenrisian wine, fiddling with the half-armor given by the Lord of the Fire Dragon, adjusting its shape bit by bit. size.

The two Primarchs just maintained their respective silences. At the edge of their sight, the senior leaders of the Second Legion who were still on the surface were looking at each other quietly with the Knight Commanders of the First Legion. They suddenly discovered that , in each other's array, there are many old acquaintances that can be traced back to the Terra Unification War.

The two rows of Terran veterans looked at each other with vague greetings in their eyes, but their actions did not escape the keen eyes of the Primarch. Looking at the new warriors who had received the name of Dawnbreaker, Jonson's His thoughts moved slowly and hard to the Second Legion.

"What are your plans?"

After a long time, my rapidly racing mind finally uttered the first sentence.

And before this opening sentence even landed, Morgan's plain and clear answer had already reached Jonson's ears: it was as if she had already guessed the Lion King's question and had thought of the answer early in the morning.

This is not difficult: do you still expect the Primarch of the First Legion to start a conversation with a few fancy, interesting and appropriate pleasantries?

That is impossible.

Morgan was sure of that.

Because this has been her job for the past ten years.

But...it's been ten years.

Morgan's silent emotion, accompanied by her concise words, quickly echoed and disappeared in the air that only the two Primarchs could really hear.

[I will temporarily adjust my legion and heirs, let them maintain and maintain a self-management system, and continue to bump into each other until I select which people are available, and then proceed to the real The reorganization and construction of the army. 】

[The fragmentation of the Legion is indeed a sad and bad thing, but from another perspective, the resistance to reform I face is also very small and weak. 】

[In this process, I will lead them to leave the northern part of the galaxy and go to my home world of Avalon. That world is in the southeastern area of ​​the Maelstrom, adjacent to the Damocles sector and the five hundred worlds of the Ultramarines. 】

[I will establish a foothold there, ensure that my legion can truly replenish and expand its ranks, and complete the reorganization of the legion during this period. Within ten Terran standard years, I will complete all of this, Allow my Dawnbreakers to return to the Great Crusade. 】

[In ten years at most, I will lead a brand new legion and return to the Great Crusade, allowing me to fight for the Empire once again, allowing me to once again explore the unknown stars, allowing me to... …]

[Respond to your call promptly. 】

She smiled, and her laughter was accompanied by a light word, but it was enough to leave another real scar on King Caliban's armor.

Zhuang Sen's lips wriggled, as if he wanted to say something in response to these sudden words, but in the end, he still didn't say anything. The only thing that echoed in the air was the relaxed smile of the Lord of the Second Legion. Voice.

[You think I can’t guess, huh? 】

[Zhuang Sen, my brother, I have been able to fight against Ran Dan side by side with you for more than ten years. Have I ever voluntarily absented myself from any war? Or escaped any life and death crisis]

Faced with this question, the Primarch of the First Legion had nothing to say. Johnson had to admit: In the fierce battle against Ran Dan, Morgan, like him, was the most hardworking and tenacious warrior. [Soul Drinking He has experienced far more bloody battles than Coswayne, Arachos, or any Dark Angel veteran of the Sandalwood Order.

This is also the most important reason why everyone in the First Legion shows such respect for Morgan. Every Dark Angel who has experienced the Randan War remembers Morgan's contribution in the war from the bottom of their hearts. Therefore, they respect her. His strength and words are full of respect.

Morgan's words were accompanied by her relaxed laughter. She finally adjusted the half-armor, and it seemed that she was happy about it.

[Ran Dan has not disappeared yet, Zhuang Sen, their home star still exists, and there is a slight possibility of rising again. 】

[I know you, Zhuang Sen, you will not let anyone seize this mission. You will definitely watch Ran Dan’s destruction with your own eyes, and even your Dark Angel needs to at least It would take ten years to find Ran Dan's lair and conduct a complete war of extermination. 】

She spoke, smiling, and in her blue eyes flashed words that the King of Caliban could not refuse.

[Take me with you, Jonson. 】

[When you decide to start this final war, summon my legion, summon my power, no matter where I am, no matter what I face, I will definitely respond to you. 】

[Morgan, will definitely respond to Jonson. 】

The Lion King's brows jumped, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, suppressing the desire for certain words to break through his lips.

In front of him, Morgan's smile had become something that should be said.

[Do not consider this a plea, my brother, it is my right. 】

[Morgan is also a part of this Ran Dan war. I have the power and qualifications to witness the destruction of Ran Dan and the only reward my strength and my courage require: the annihilation of a terrible opponent. 】

[This is my right as a soldier and the only reward I will ask for in this war. 】

It sounded like something a dark angel would say.

Zhuang Sen thought this, and he actually felt happy for his thoughts.

Thinking of this, the Primarch of the First Legion nodded extremely seriously: When Jonson made a promise, he never bothered to express it in pale words.

With Zhuang Sen's nod, Morgan retracted her gaze with satisfaction. Her pupils swept across the Dawnbreakers, and at this moment, there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

The worry is so obvious.

It was so obvious that even Zhuang Sen could [catch] it accurately.

"Are you worried?"

【……】

Morgan pouted, as if she didn't want to admit this, but under the insistent gaze of the King of Caliban, she slowly lowered her head, using a low tone that only Jonson had heard.

[That’s right. 】

"Because of your legion?"

【……】

Silence was taken as confirmation, and confirmation made Jonson feel happy.

Finally, before Morgan knew the problem, he found the gift he needed to give.

The smile was already somewhat obvious on the Lion King's face, and Morgan, who caught a glimpse of this, breathed a sigh of relief under his worried face.

She didn't want to imply anything anymore.

Finally, when Jonson once again went through some twists and turns of thinking, he finally uttered the words that Morgan wanted to hear: Morgan had been waiting for these words since she knew that she would be reunited with her legion.

"You're a smart man, Morgan."

"I trust you understand the... superficial power that my Legion has, and know how to choose what is best for your Legion."

"So, without getting into that stuff, my blood relatives."

"I have a gift for you."

"Go and see what your legion, your warriors, and your development plan need."

"Every warehouse of the Dark Angels will be opened for you. I promise you, you don't need to negotiate or negotiate."

"You just need to make your request and leave the rest to me."

Then hand it over to Calth and Luther.

In his heart, Zhuang Sen added silently.