Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Let me tell you, something like braised beef should be eaten in big mouthfuls. It would be great if it could be eaten in one bite. After all, this kind of Fenrisian delicacy should have a Fenrisian style. The destination.”

"You must believe me on this point, because I am the best beef barbecue expert in the entire galaxy, and the winner of the Fenris Big Eater Competition for 100 consecutive years. Even my father himself is far inferior to me in this aspect. , he can eat without me, and drink without me: ask the group of golden dolls around him, or any of the older Fenrisians, they will all testify to me."

A string of complex tones spewed out from Leman Russ's mouth. It was a campfire march mixed with joy, roars, mutterings, remembrances, harmless curses, and bad-tongued ditties full of Fenrisian style. It was a great barbecue. Wang sang vigorously in this military music and commanded everything they needed with ease.

Because it was a family banquet, except for the four heirs of the Empire, there were no Astartes warriors staying in this hall bound by thousands of stars: the Space Wolves behind Leman Russ were just After bringing in everything the originals needed, they silently retreated with the Dark Angel next to them.

The Wolf King took over the rest of the work. He set up the iron frame, pierced hundreds of kilograms of meat with two huge long forks running across it, and then patiently handled tasks such as arranging the charcoal fire, ensuring ventilation, and applying sauce. At work, a barrel of sweetened secret wine from Fenris was opened early, and one-third of the wine inside was so rich and viscous that it was like unrefined promethium.

"After eating these hundreds of kilograms of meat, we can also have an appetizer and have a delicious dinner."

"If I were on Fenris, I could also demonstrate to you the ice cellar barbecue. It is a unique skill of the Space Wolves Legion: pick a natural oven on the ice during the coldest time of the year, and cook it with ice. The bricks are reinforced and then grilled directly inside. The flames cannot melt the ice at all, and the meat grilled like that is the most wonderful thing in the entire galaxy."

The Primarch licked the wine stains stuck to his wild beard. The flame ignited by Jonson was growing stronger under his careful care, illuminating the darkness in every square inch and illuminating every corner. The face of a Primarch.

By the light of this fire, Leman Russ looked at the other brothers beside him: he saw that Jonson was still staring at the bonfire belatedly, and the light in his pupils was like a knight staring at the bandits in the territory. In the shack, the Calibans seemed to be genuinely confused as to why Leman Russ could allow this bonfire to grow so quickly.

poor guy.

The Wolf King sneered: Jonson probably lit the necessary bonfires when he spent the night in the deep forest of Caliban, but how could the small flames lit with wet leaves for survival be compared to the sacred ones at the dinner party? How about chunks of meat comparable to the elves of fireworks?

Conrad on the side did not hide the curiosity on his face at all. He stared closely at the charcoal fire and barbecue, seeming to be extracting some kind of cruel creativity from Leman Russ's skillful techniques. As for Morgan, she was very Quietly and solemnly watching the Fenrisian cooking: just as any great eater would do.

And outside them, the cold air and dark vision guarded the edge of the flames, becoming a good refrigerator for storing those fresh pieces of meat, vaguely at the edge of the hall. You can still see the shadows of some trees. From a distance, they look like lush green bushes in the valley, making the Primarchs look like a group of druids searching for the meaning of life in the deep mountains and forests.

As light golden grease began to appear on the surface of the meat, several Primarchs fell into silence for a while. The only thing lingering in their ears was the occasional crackling sound from the flames. And the naughty breeze blowing out from the crack in the door, gently caressing the golden appearance of the beef that has been smeared with special sauce.

A drop of brand-new grease hung from the hem of the piece of meat, fell into the flames, and let out a soft neighing sound. Along with it, there was the happy whistle of Leman Russ.

"Oh~Father bless you."

"My skills are much better than I thought. You are really in luck: who wants to taste three-ripe beef and experience the feeling of juices and blood exploding in your mouth?"

The Wolf King's cheerful tone circled around the campfire, only to be met with three awkward silences: Jonson seemed to have no interest in answering questions about his blood relatives, and he was even more disgusted with experiencing such half-cooked barbarian food. , but Conrad opposite him seemed to be very interested, and even the Spider Queen's gaze could not extinguish his passion.

"Do you want that too, Conrad?"

Leman Russ, who received a positive reply, was like a victorious general. He used a whistle to contact the Calibans on the other side.

"Hey! My brother host, where did you put the spit and the carving knife?"

"..."

Jonson did not answer Leman Russ: from his position, there was a silence, a strange silence, a silence that made the eyelids of Morgan next to him twitch.

And Conrad's sarcastic chuckle had already spread in the darkness.

"..."

After about a few seconds, under the gaze of three eyes, Caliban slowly raised his head. His long golden hair and emerald pupils were illuminated by the firelight, exuding a sculpture-like look. , and on his still serious face, there was a strange expression that no one could describe.

But Morgan knew that look.

That's called [confused].

"Barbeque spit?"

After a while, amid the crackling of the fire, Caliban frowned and chewed the word slowly, as if it were some unexplainable taboo.

"…Of course, a barbecue spit!"

Leman Russ's wild face had half collapsed: he roughly guessed why Zhuang Sen was silent, and felt somewhat incredible about it.

"Barbecue spit! BBQ stuff! Ship-borne light spear for barbecue! Zhuangson, you didn't prepare this when you held a bonfire party, right?"

"...I didn't want to hold this..."

"that's not important!"

The Wolf King grinned, showing his fangs. He was silent for a moment before waving his arms, reluctantly giving in.

"What about the other items? Barbeque net? Barbecue needle? Tinfoil? Carving knife?"

"..."

"Don't tell me that you didn't even prepare the tableware for us to serve the meat, right?"

"..."

"There are no useless things on the Indomitable Truth."

"Snapped!"

With a snap, Leman Russ covered his face, and he even laughed a little angrily at his brother.

"Then how do you want us to eat it? Do you want us to just grab it with our claws?"

"!"

Before Jonson could answer, the other Primarch became more energetic.

Conrad raised his head, with a few smiles on his face. Immediately, without anyone reacting, Midnight Ghost stretched out his right hand: the sharp nails of the original gene were much sharper than those of The sharp claws made are not inferior at all.

The Nostramo quickly tore off a piece of trophy that was still dripping with blood from the piece of meat closest to him. He opened his big mouth full of ferocious fangs, letting the meat juice and plasma flow freely on his lips. Leaves stains.

"Hmm... not yet cooked."

Conrad commented briefly, and then he turned his head and only saw on the right, a certain spider queen giving him a rather disapproving look: And when the grease remaining in his nails dripped When it came to the clothes that Morgan personally selected for him, his eyes gradually became more serious.

"..."

At this moment, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but imagine: If he used this piece of clothing to wipe his hands, would his dear rotten sister turn against him on the spot and drag him into the boundless darkness behind him.

Conrad shuddered and shrank his neck. He suppressed the idea of ​​extending his claws again. Instead, he turned his body and took out a hard baguette from the bag next to him, expressionless. Started chewing.

……etc!

This stuff tastes pretty good.

"..."

Just when the Midnight Ghost discovered the new world, on the other side, the confrontation between the Lion King and the Wolf King finally came to an end: the Lord of Caliban looked up and walked towards the darkness behind him, followed by a harsh metal friction. Voice.

A few minutes later, Jonson returned to his seat and handed over what he was holding.

"Use this."

he said.

Leman Russ subconsciously stretched out his hand and took... a sword.

"?"

"This was the former discussion room of the First Legion: whenever the officers had any unresolved differences, they would gather here and have a bloodless duel. Therefore, there are swords everywhere here, some of them Proofs inserted into the ground by the defeated, and some were substitutes for replacement.”

"Put them on the fire and roast them. These swords can be used."

At the end, the Calibans even thoughtfully provided disinfection methods.

"...What do you mean?"

Leman Russ took the meat cleaver, which was no different from a big dagger to him, and fell into silence. Immediately, he looked at the other two diners: Morgan had already taken the knife from Jonson. The sword, but Conrad was somewhat resistant. Apparently, Midnight Ghost had a preference between the sword and his nails.

But under the persuasive temptation of the Spider Queen with her eyes and smile, the Nostramo man still made the right choice. He took the sword and used it to knock the second baguette in his hand.

Very good, not moving at all.

"Meat in the blade, huh? I remember those ancient soldiers doing that."

A mocking smile flashed across Leman Russ's face. He muttered quietly and continued his barbecue work. The facts also proved that his superb level would not be limited by the change of tools. When the first batch When the roasted meat was wrapped around the blades of the original bodies, and when it was put into their mouths, everyone showed a satisfied expression after tasting it.

"Just so-so, I'll bake the next batch better."

The pride of the Fenrisians was the unstoppable tide of the full moon. He swallowed the roast meat containing the iron blade in one gulp, and then began to arrange the climax of the banquet.

"Don't be so mute, brothers, take out all the wine you brought, and let's talk about something we should talk about at the party: Father Quan, look at how polite you all are, I thought I was here As for Magnus’s nerdy world, the youngest wolves under my command are more like a bunch of men than you are!”

While dividing the meat, Leman Russ cursed and took out the huge Fenrisian barrels from behind him: the pungent smell of alcohol could be smelled clearly from more than ten meters away, and the Primarch proudly slapped Holding the wooden barrel that was probably older than him, the increasingly strong fire light burned the thick wooden boards, making a dull banging sound.

"Secret wine, the secret wine of Fenris, a great thing that I brewed with my own hands, I didn't even dare to give it to my brats: the original one was enough to make them numb, but now this one is with added ingredients It’s made from the blood of ice demons and sea monsters, and even I can drink it until I’m completely drunk.”

Johnson frowned.

"This is just a dinner, Riemann, not one of those circus performances on your home planet."

"Yes, yes, it's just a meal: so you didn't prepare a round table, nor a table full of tablecloths and knives and forks, and I'm so grateful for that, since my nose is allergic to those civilized things."

"Jonson, you are so considerate."

The rude laughter of the Midnight Ghost came from the darkness, mixed with the laughter of the Fenrisians, which made the Dark Angel's Primarch frown even more: Jonson coldly sneered at his face and swallowed it in one gulp. He removed the flesh from the sword blade, stood up again, and was introduced into the darkness.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged, the Lion King quickly dragged in two fine barrels, from which the sound of the collision of fine wines was also heard: If the barrels of Leman Russ are rough and sturdy, Beijing pirates, then Johnson's is a brightly armored Crusader knight.

"The Wine of Cid has a history of hundreds of years in Caliban. It has always been a secret kept secret by various knights. Its name originated from a noble knight hundreds of years ago."

The Primarch of the First Legion raised his head arrogantly and explained the wine he brought in detail: the stories of fearless knights and glorious killing records, as well as those that only existed in scrolls and bards. The legend of fighting a giant beast to the death.

"It is the strongest wine that can summon the courage deep in the heart: There was once a knight who drank a drop of this wine to his followers when he was isolated and helpless, and they glowed with endless bravery and fought with each other. The knight resisted the overwhelming wave of beasts together, and did not flinch even until he died in battle."

"Be ashamed of yourself, Riemann, your country stuff won't make it onto the stage."

In front of the Fenrisians, Jonson always seemed to have an endless desire to compare.

"……ha!"

In the darkness, the Midnight Ghost was still laughing mockingly: it was just that this time the laughter was so sharp that it attracted all the attention.

After seeing the gazes of the lion and wolf turning to him silently, the Nostramo blinked innocently at first and slowly tasted his portion of meat: after discovering that such a disguise was useless, Conrad raised his chin provocatively, letting the tips of his black hair dance beside the strong bonfire.

"Why don't you take it out and show it to them?"

He looked at the Spider Queen who had remained silent, and by the way attracted the eyes of the other two people: through the illumination and cover of the firelight, the Lord of the Second Legion gave her parasite brother a roll of the eyes, attracting There was a burst of even more unbridled laughter.

Morgan did not delay any longer. She also took out the wine she had brought: the wine with a slight sweet smell was placed in three huge metal goblets. When they were close to the fire, they were mixed with other When the smells of the two liquors mixed together, even the Primarchs could feel an omen from the blended taste that was enough to make them intoxicated.

"Don't you want to introduce me?"

Leman Russ asked Morgan with a smile.

The Spider Queen blinked, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her flawless face, but under the double cover of firelight and darkness, no one could see it clearly: but before that, there was a new harsh sound from Conrad. Laughing, Midnight Ghost could not wait to introduce the [good things] brought by his elder sister.

"The Crimson Queen, the famous wine of Avalon."

The Nostramo pointed to the tall pots. He turned his head and looked at Jonson and Leman Russ, using the back of his head to resist Morgan's murderous gaze.

"This wine is much more famous than the two you brought: throughout the history of Avalon, at least a hundred kings were poisoned to death by this wine. Its name comes from an ancient Avalon legend. A female tyrant, she threw this wine into the wells of the rebellious city and poisoned hundreds of thousands of people to death in one night. From then on, she and this wine were known as the Crimson Queen."

"Wow!"

"Then I want to have a good taste."

The Wolf King of Fenris let out a huge sigh of admiration. He couldn't wait to step to the side of the wine bottle, greedily smelled the sweet smell in it, and then spread his eyes on the other two wines. .

"I said... everyone."

Leman Russ laughed.

"It's been okay lately anyway: how about we mix and match these wines?"

——————

"You shouldn't be fooling around like this, Riemann."

After taking the glass of fine wine that was carefully blended by the Fenrisians, Jonson just smelled the strong, sweet, fishy smell and corrosive acid, and wrinkled his golden hair in disapproval. brow.

"Come on, Zhuangson, isn't this what a banquet should be about? Eat meat, drink wine, fight, talk, brag and spank. Are you still afraid of getting drunk?"

"Drunk things happen, don't forget, Ran Dan Alien still has a remaining fleet floating outside the Halo Stars. We are about to set out to deal with them. Any possibility of mistakes should be strictly prohibited."

"All father!"

After drinking a glass of wine, Leman Russ grabbed the barbecue on his sword and looked up to the sky with a sigh.

"Sometimes I even feel that you are like an Imperial Fist: you are just a bunch of homeless dogs that don't even have their own home planet. The cubs under my command can knock them to the ground with just a spit of spit."

"It really doesn't work. I will lead the army to deal with them tomorrow! My father, please stop talking about these unappetizing topics. Your Luther is much more likable than you. Zhuangson, there must be one of you two. Not a Caliban.”

Zhuang Sen did not reply, he just drank the wine in the glass silently: Fortunately, Leman Russ did not forget to bring a few more while bringing beef, wine, coals and grills for barbecue. Wine glass.

[Have you met Luther? 】

On Jonson's left hand side, the Spider Queen put the wine glass on the ground. She slowly used her teeth to dismantle the meat on the sword blade, and wiped away the oily smell at the corner of her mouth with her tongue: The Midnight Ghost was staring at it very seriously. She seemed to be learning how to eat gracefully.

Zhuang Sen's brows moved.

"No, Luther seems to have forgotten his responsibilities. He did not come to me to report his work immediately, but was dealing with the things at hand: these are what Coswayen told me. Talked to Luther."

[Did you give him a clear order to find you? 】

"He should take the initiative to come here. That's it from the moment he joins the Dark Angels."

【……】

Morgan slowly chewed the muscle in her mouth and did not continue the topic. After processing the piece of meat on the sword blade, she rubbed her fingertips and picked up the three kinds of wine mixed by Leman Russ. cup of liquid and smelled it.

【……】

Very good, this looks like some kind of flowing plasma solution: the kind that is enough to make the followers of Reza's Flame Blood Cult ecstatic. Morgan does not even doubt the effectiveness of this new wine against Terminator Armor.

The Spider Queen hesitated for a moment. She called out her spiritual power. After the flickering flashes of light gathered in her pupils, she picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

【……】

Above.

Morgan exhaled a breath of hot breath and looked at the two people opposite the fire: Jonson and Leman Russ seemed to have found a new topic. They were discussing whose warriors had more powerful combat power. At this point, None of them seemed ready to back down.

On the other side, Conrad was puffing up his cheeks and swallowing a large piece of tender meat. He noticed the look from Morgan, blinked at her, and then used his sword blade to bite her again. A piece of meat was cut off.

"Give."

Looking at the piece of meat that was handed to him, Morgan frowned before using his fingers to pull the piece of meat off the sword blade.

【Thanks. 】

"I hope you don't choke."

Looking at the oily smell on Morgan's fingers, Conrad showed a mocking smile: this was enough to show that he did it on purpose. Then, Midnight Ghost picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"..."

"!"

[This wine is very good, my dear little parasite. 】

Seeing the Nostramo man's instantly distorted face, and the way he opened his big mouth and continued to fan for air, the Lord of Avalon also responded with a mocking smile, and she lowered her voice. , laughing at the banter.

And at this moment, Leman Russ's wild voice, mixed with the blushing face during the debate, came over.

"Morgan, tell me!"

"Which one is the better warrior, Space Wolves or Dark Angels!"

【……】

The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes and raised her glass with an arrogant tone.

【The best warrior? 】

[My brothers, then I have to mention my Dawnbreaker...]

I originally planned to get it done today, but I seem to have taken the wrong medicine at noon. My condition is very bad now. I have just recovered a little, so I can only write so much now (face covering)