Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Ahriman had a valuable saber of Chanabar.

This is the gift he received in the great arena of the Second Legion. This is the recognition he received after he impressed all the sons of Morgan present with his tenacity, seriousness, and constant transformation.

This was not an easy trophy of contempt, it was the result of years of competition, hard work, and thought, until the scion of Magnus saw the value of the blade, until he proved himself a A guest worthy of the Legion's highest respect.

So, he got respect, he got Chanabar.

This elegant and deadly weapon is a nimble harvesting blade for swordsmen, scholars, and assassins. It relies more on the user's innate speed and acquired skills than the empty brute force that most warriors pursue. A masterpiece that can only be forged by Terran master swordsmiths. Each sword is unique. The micro-serrations with sharp edges can easily cut through the best Astartes power armor, allowing the breath of death to pierce the most fragile. The key points.

Perhaps in the eyes of many more outspoken Astartes warriors, this thin blade made of metal that has been stamped many times is an inefficient and useless ritual weapon, but there are still people who love this weapon. And it has gained quite a reputation: the most famous among them is the [Brotherhood of the Palatine Blade] in the Legion of the Emperor's Children. This temporary organization was established only for the most valuable enemies. The reputation of Nabal's saber spread throughout the Great Crusade.

In addition to Fulgrim's descendants, among the Dawnbreakers of Avalon, there are also a group of staunch supporters of the Chanabar Saber. Their representative is Bayar, the chief champion swordsman of the Second Legion. : One of the strongest Astartes warriors in active service, the Invincible as famous as Akudona, standing at the top of the military force, overlooking all living beings in many legions.

And it was he who, after the final battle, when the duel that lasted for more than 8,000 Terran standards finally came to an end, gave the Chanabal saber to Ahriman: there was at least one person present. Thousands of Dawnbreakers witnessed that scene. They were silent, but no one raised any objection or objection.

Including Hector, he was in the stands closest to the arena at the time, together with his close former team members, witnessing Ahriman taking over the weapon that symbolized honor and strength amidst the silence and applause of everyone. With approved thin blade.

At that time, it was still a few months before his friendship with Ahriman began, but that did not prevent him from sincerely admiring and applauding the heirs of Magnus, just like most of the people present.

When he entered the eighth Terran standard of the arena, Ahriman was at a loss; when he entered the eighty-eighth Terran standard, Ahriman was furious; by the eight hundred and eighty-eighth, Ahriman At this time of Terra's standard, what lingered on the soldiers of the 15th Legion was only endless despair.

But when the hour hand crossed the bronze bell on the sky of the arena for the 8888th time, the heir of Magnus stood in the center of the arena, surrounded by long-lasting applause and laughter. Cheering is the etiquette used by the Second Legion to treat its most distinguished guests.

This story sounds a bit magical, a bit unbelievable, and mixed with unexpected twists and turns that are incomprehensible: but the reasons behind it are not unexplainable, especially for a character like Hector who has witnessed almost the entire process. Naturally, it is even more Clearly, such an outcome is the only answer driven by the terrifying tenacity and arrogance of the Son of Magnus.

It was also at that time that his friendship with Ahriman began. Although the two could hardly be said to have anything in common, their relationship grew closer and soon developed to the point where they could provide each other with real and feasible solutions. Opinions will be listened to and adopted one by one.

Therefore, when Morgan's chief tycoon finally found a perfect marble block and prepared to use it as the basis for his victory in the first Primarch Statue Competition, he didn't know much about art. Hector naturally thought of his friend Prospero, who in theory should be full of academic and artistic cells.

The extremely tall Captain of the 23rd Company pushed the two-meter-long marble, using a curtain to cover his semi-finished product, and passed through the corridor of the battleship: after decades of service and combat, especially after decades of service and combat, After being favored by the Primarch, Hector is no longer the new recruit who can only lead a small team. He is already the captain of a main company, with his own large cruiser and company command team. , and everything that comes with an Astartes Captain.

The 23rd Company, among the forty-four existing companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion, is only middling in terms of ranking and power. Its positioning is only the main force, not the more noble elites and aces, but Hector Very satisfied with his current progress, he knew that it would be difficult for him to make further progress in a short period of time: after all, among the company captains and officers in front of him, the most immature ones were all old monsters who had officially served before the Great Expedition. , and even the company commanders lined up behind him were ancient figures who had witnessed the Thunder Warriors.

After the return of the Primarch, the number of officer promotions in the Second Legion suddenly began to increase. A victory without casualties could be boasted about in the first two years of the Legion's reorganization, but now it is basically Every captain of the company is crazy: just because the Primarch has openly shown on many occasions that she cares about the casualty rate, this is understood to be the genetic mother's innate affection for her offspring.

Of course, it is not that there are no ill-intentioned sentiments from experienced veterans in private: Compared with other primarchs, their genetic mother seems to be a bit inexplicably petty when it comes to investing in the military, which is not in line with her time as the female tyrant of Avalon. The big opening and closing.

At present, this is certainly not a bad thing, but there are always people who worry that this will affect the Primarch's ability to grasp the right time in the future: similar concerns arise among experienced Terran veterans, but Heck Te has never thought about similar things at all. He is now concentrating on how to become an excellent company captain and taking advantage of all the responsibilities and conveniences this position gives him.

Therefore, it stands to reason that when his friend Ahriman came to pay him a special visit, Hector also set aside a lounge for Ahriman that fit the specifications of a company commander. The size and decoration of this room even matched that of a company commander. His private lounge was not much different, except for the luxurious room reserved for the Primarch.

The door was specially raised, and Hector only had to bend down slightly to enter. He did not wear his special power armor, which made him look only two heads taller than an ordinary Astartes warrior.

"Do me a favor, Ahriman."

The unique deep voice of the proud son of Morgan awakened the son of Magnus who was swimming in the ocean of knowledge. He put down the book that seemed to have just been published and came to the side of the Dawn Breaker: Hector took the time to glance at Ali Man held the book in his hand, but he did not see any title or author.

"What is that? Ahriman?"

The curious inquiry made Ahriman show off more and more books in his hands, and answered with the most relaxed words.

"Nothing, it's just a book about psychic powers. I'm helping to compile it."

"Psychic books? I've seen a lot of psychic books in Salieri's place, but I've never seen such a thick one. It probably has several thousand pages, right?"

"Currently, it has 1,300 pages, but each page has been protected with multiple layers of special protective spells, so it looks a bit too thick."

"What are you talking about?"

"Basic knowledge, the most basic and boring knowledge, even you can understand."

An indifferent smile appeared on Ahriman's face. He cleared an area in his guest room and asked Hector to put down his oversized goods and place them next to the display cabinet. Morgan's son saw a bottle of wine on the display cabinet, and it seemed that Ahriman had specially brought it with him.

"Does psychic energy also have basic knowledge?"

"Of course, the things in this book are all basic knowledge, and there is not even a hint of advanced theory. In Prospero, such psychic explanation textbooks can only be distributed to novices who have just embarked on the path of psychic energy. But in other places, if you can thoroughly understand this book, you can be called a qualified think tank, or a psychic."

"Sounds like Salieri needs a book like this?"

Hector smiled. He and his friends sat on both sides of the somewhat messy table and took the tea from Ahriman, but his eyes never left the book: he smelled some special smell on it.

Ahriman raised a brow.

"Salieri? Why? I remember that his psychic level is pretty good."

"Yes, he is very proficient in the psychic spells of the psychic system, and he also knows a thing or two about the fire system, but when he operates, some key contexts are not in his hands: to put it simply, he cannot use the knowledge he has mastered. Really connect the dots to take complete control.”

"No one taught him?"

"This requires a long and stable learning period, but in today's Great Expedition, how can we have time to arrange for him to spend more than ten years learning bit by bit, and where do we have to specially transfer a senior psyker? Spend the same amount of time teaching him?”

"It's not all Prospero everywhere."

Hector glanced at the book again.

"So, a basic textbook that allows people to study on their own might be a good idea and save a lot of trouble: Is this book your own idea? My friend,"

"No, I did not participate in the compilation of this book. I am just checking the errors here as a trial reader. I can't tell you its author, Hector, but you will know soon."

Morgan's son nodded and did not continue to ask any more questions. The two chatted for a few words and soon changed the topic to the semi-finished product under the curtain.

"Why are sculptures so popular recently?"

Ahriman squinted his eyes and looked at the exquisite things under the curtain, and couldn't help but recall the unforgettable scene he witnessed a few days ago.

He saw it with his own eyes: Chief Champion Bayar's face was also filled with smiles and excitement. He was just like Hector at this moment, pushing an oversized piece of cargo more than two meters high into a public event. room, but the slight difference is that what he pushed was a marble block without any trace of engraving.

Then……

Then Bayar pulled out the lengthened cutting machine and angle grinder in front of him, and began his work at a speed that Ahriman could hardly catch. A snow-white whirlwind enveloped the corner of the room, and Mage The heirs of Nus could only barely see the genuine marble fragments falling to the ground without any hesitation, like lumps of smashed tofu, without the stubborn temper of stone materials.

For a moment, Ahriman found himself underestimating Bayar: Why were things about him always so outrageous?

"It's nothing, it's just a legion competition out of interest to increase friendship."

"Is it a serious competition?"

"It's not... semi-formal, it's far from your [Wrath of Ahriman]."

"...Can we stop talking about this? Hector?"

"Don't be shy, my friend, this is not a malicious name. On the contrary, after [Ahriman's Wrath], you began to impress us, and we began to realize that our previous behavior was somewhat narrow-minded."

"This is something worth remembering, Ahriman. Before that, the duel with you was mostly driven by negative emotions, but after that, everyone came for it."

"Everyone?"

"Hmm...well, actually many people, including me, have another reason."

"what reason?"

"Everyone has gone to compete with you. If I don't go... I feel a bit out of place."

"..."

Hector smiled and ignored Ahriman's question. Morgan's heirs tacitly limited the competition to the Legion and did not want others to know about it. Ahriman did not have too much entanglement or curiosity. He was just quite interested. He crossed his fingers sincerely and told me that he actually didn't have much achievements in art.

"It's okay, I don't have much experience."

Hector smiled, and was about to walk over and lift the curtain: after his day and night efforts, this sculpture can be regarded as a semi-finished product. Its head and facial features have been roughly carved, enough to clearly distinguish it. This shows the endless enthusiasm and support of the sons of Morgan for the mother of genes.

Although in Hector's view, his hands are currently unable to depict the perfect appearance of the mother of genes in his heart, and cannot even achieve a true resemblance, he believes that his talent and hard work will eventually overcome him at this moment. Dilemma, complete the praise of the original body.

After all, Lord Kairon, who had seen his half-finished product before, gave Hector a very high evaluation after a long period of shock and confusion.

Hecht remembers that sentence now.

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"Hector."

"Um?"

"Your work... reminds me of a person I once heard about and met."

"Who?"

"An Emperor's Son, a very senior warrior of the Emperor's Children, very powerful... Specifically, his artistic style should be some kind of minority among the Emperor's Children."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency!"

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Hector smiled and lifted the curtain.

Ahriman also narrowed his eyes: for a moment, he was worried that his subconscious first reaction would hurt this friendship, but when he actually saw the work, the son of Magnus raised his eyebrows .

Actually...not bad.

It is very expressive and vivid, and people can indeed recognize the carved characters at a glance. Although many places are still blurry, the rough facial features lines have already made the identity of the carved object easy to identify.

Ahriman couldn't help but nod, which made Hector couldn't help but feel even more proud, but while nodding, the heir of Magnus still frowned.

…

…

Strange.

How could he not know when the relationship between Hector and Abaddon had become so good?

He actually built a statue of Abaddon?