Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

As a member of the Dawnbreaker Legion, Bayar actually rarely fights against these aliens called [Ark Eldar]: the Dawnbreakers and these rare survivors often do not come together, and naturally there is no good opportunity for discussion. .

But now, after successively cutting off the slender heads of two bishops, four prophets, five warriors, and dozens of warriors from tribes such as Asurman, Howling Banshee, or Assault Scorpion, and After they were tied around his waist, the champion swordsman of the Dawnbreaker Legion felt that these alien opponents were not as miraculous as the legends said.

Their average level is still much weaker than those Comorian bastards who died under the Yemenga starry sky monument, but they are still considered strong enemies: after all, they succeeded in making this more than two hundred year old The champion swordsman had to leave a hideous scar on his left arm, and half of his shoulder armor was also extremely broken.

This scar came from a strange combination: two tall Nether Lords and several Nether Blades following closely behind: no one knows how the defecting Primarch obtained and drove these alien giant toys, after all In theory, these things need to be activated and controlled using soul stones filled by dead spirits. However, it is undeniable that the fallen enemy of the empire can indeed drive these alien creations and even make their movements tacit and coordinated. It has reached a level of sophistication that even the Ark Spirit Clan themselves can't match.

It is as if these guys are all obeying the same will. They are tightly bound by a voice that transcends race and civilization, and even transcends souls and life and death. It has exerted its theoretical maximum: like Such thoughts only slightly swept through the Terra veteran's brains, causing his back to begin to tremble involuntarily.

But the trembling in the soul cannot shake the despair in reality. Facing these monsters that compete with Dreadnoughts and Terminator armors, but far surpass them in performance, even the most powerful Astartes warriors. They were also extremely weak. Several companies of Dawnbreakers temporarily united for this purpose. After paying a huge price, they eliminated these opponents: the casualties were undoubtedly tragic. Bayar's company alone was They paid a huge loss second only to the Ran Dan Extermination War.

However, the Sons of Morgan were not the unluckiest group of attackers. In another huge corridor, the harsh metal roar could almost resound throughout the entire Ark, awakening the ancient fear that comes from the blood of every human being.

The warriors under Zhuang Sen's command encountered an opponent far more terrifying than the Nether Lord: a twenty-five-meter-tall terrifying monster known as the "Eldar War Witch Titan", bringing another ancient Dark Angel to the fore. The Order had no choice but to release the bloody secret that it had painstakingly hidden. From this moment on, no one was allowed to enter the entire battlefield.

But Bayar was not in the mood to care about this kind of thing, because his next opponent had already appeared in the shadows: before those fallen Dawnbreakers were stripped of their precious gene seeds, blood and corpses, The fishy smell attracted hordes of new opponents.

The champion swordsman witnessed with his own eyes how these enemies appeared: the Arkworld in front of him was originally spectacular and majestic. These ancient alien remnants used their homes to tell the great glory of the past, with continuous huge areas and intricate ecosystems. It is a hive city that is far superior to humans, making the Dawnbreakers sincerely admire the intelligence of the aliens.

Frankly speaking, everything about this place is great, but the only problem is that as a battlefield, it is too quiet and too neat: in those huge cities that look like the ruins of Atlantis, But there was not even a trace of gunpowder smoke or blood stains. Remaining clean water stains could be seen on the wide corridors and avenues. The only noises were only from the exchange of fire between other imperial soldiers and their opponents outside those distant areas. Voice.

There were no corpses and blood, nor roars or twists. It was as if the residents of this world had just disappeared suddenly, as if they were just an expedition team walking among ancient ruins, rather than a group on an apocalypse-level battlefield. A warrior seeking survival.

But Bayar did not dare to let down his guard at all: almost ten hours had passed since he landed on this craft world. He and his team had experienced at least dozens of battles, and he knew they would face What.

Now, it's here again.

First, the auspicious bird chirped, and then, there were multiple biological reactions and even pure energy reactions, which clearly appeared in front of the Astartes warriors through the monitors installed on the armor, but soon Few people will believe what they see the first time. Instead, they will think that this is a sign of damage to the monitor.

The reason is also very simple.

First, when these energy reactions trigger screaming, even the most sensitive warrior cannot see any enemies in front of him with his naked eyes. They can still only see calm and neat corridors and walls, only those The most experienced warriors can smell something bad in the air and feel something similar to [murderous intent].

Second, in the display, those targets that should show general outlines will appear in an unimaginable way: they are not regular individuals, but appear in front of the soldiers, or above their heads. On the ceiling, in the walls beside you, and under the floor beneath your feet, they have no so-called outlines at all, but are like a surging river flowing inside the battleship, a river made of flesh and blood.

Therefore, the monitors cannot project the outline of any enemy, because they can only project a large number of energy reactions that surround the Dawnbreakers from all directions. There is no boundary or distinction between these energy reactions. They are completely one. : It was as if all the Dawnbreakers had been swallowed whole by a huge enemy.

At that moment, Bayar even remembered a book he had read. It was a book from ancient Terra, at least dozens of thousands of years ago, with the fear of science and technology and the absurdity of the ancient gods. The champion swordsman has forgotten the name of the book, but he still vaguely remembers a certain concept mentioned in it.

In an ancient castle, in all the walls, ceilings and floors of the castle, there are countless, thousands of rats, constantly rushing, roaring, and carrying out an eternity in a certain direction. Moving forward, the humans in the castle seem to be the owners of the castle, but in fact they have long been swallowed up by the crazy rat tide.

Now, the champion swordsman only feels that he seems to be facing the same problem, but it is no longer rats that surround them, but those... creatures that are beyond their imagination?

Can they be called living things?

Or is it a blasphemous creation that even science and technology cannot explain?

Bayar couldn't feel the breath from subspace in it, but this made him feel even more creepy, because subspace is at least a qualified explanation, and if there is something that cannot be explained by subspace, then what? What unknowns will be involved?

Bayar had no time to think.

Because the enemy has arrived.

After experiencing such confusion and panic several times, the champion swordsman has learned to calmly turn off his auspicious instrument. These once powerful instruments are almost useless in this war. He knows that his The enemy should appear the next moment and attack from the perfect direction.

And the reality is no different from what Bayar imagined.

Almost at the next moment, in the blind spot of the champion swordsman's vision, those tightly connected steel floors began to groan, just like the broken cage could not contain the flesh and blood beast lurking inside, countless strands of biomass began to It surged out from the cracks that existed only in theory, as if the insects in the soil were constantly climbing up the low steps in the sultry air of the rainstorm.

In a time that no Astartes warrior could react, the biomass had emerged, twisted, devoured each other and finally combined in the blink of an eye. The next opponent appeared vividly in front of Bayar's eyes.

The flesh-colored biomass will first twist together, break away from the constraints of gravity, and condense into a vague figure in mid-air. Then, those gray-white, pale flesh that seems to have no blood will adhere to this figure one after another. On top of it, it quickly begins to condense, solidify, and be carved with rough or complex patterns.

The gorgeous helmet and the Hades Bone Armor engraved with runes were imitated in an instant. The sharp wizard blades and chanting spears also appeared on both sides. Even the runes on them were extremely clear, and they could Condensing a powerful spiritual energy matrix: Until this time, those disgusting flesh colors will gradually recede and gradually degrade into their original colors, but you can still hear those tentacle-like pieces of flesh constantly rubbing inside these figures. and intertwined sounds, and when the metal blade was swung, there was also the dullness and trembling of flesh that had lost the protection of its skin and was exposed in the air.

The time it took for these enemies to appear and take shape could not even allow one of the best Astartes warriors to wield his sharp blade. In this way, under Bayar's cold gaze and somewhat heavy breathing, what was in front of him These biomass turned into an Eldar war witch that looked hard to distinguish between real and fake. The chilling aura and destructive power on his body were even more real than the ordinary Eldar war witch.

And when this new opponent swung the first sword at Bayar from the most tricky angle and with the most perfect posture, the champion swordsman could even swear that in his impression, no Eldar could ever do it. Seeing such flawless movements, behind this powerful enemy, more and more flesh and blood began to condense into new opponents one after another. They are all famous and powerful military units in the spirit tribe, and any one of them is extremely difficult to be defeated. The deadly shadow captured.

But this was not enough to make the champion swordsman retreat, not to mention that his surviving comrades had already come to his side, tacitly blocking interference from all directions for him. Behind him alone, there was a pharmacist. They are rushing to recover their gene seeds from the fallen battle brothers: For the Dawnbreaker Legion in a special situation, any gene seed is a vital strategic material and is worth taking the greatest risk.

Moreover, even without these important gene seeds, the legion culture of the Second Legion is destined that they will not abandon the bodies of their comrades at will. Unless they are so desperate that they cannot even protect themselves, otherwise, even if they are delayed, they will have to Drag them back to the battleship.

The Gene Mother's care for her offspring received a negligible positive feedback at this moment: Compared with other legions, today's Dawnbreakers have a deeper brotherhood. Not only do they defend the lives of their comrades out of pure brotherhood, The bodies were left behind, and they fought bloody battles so that their genetic mothers would not be sad because they had too many children who could not go home.

What's more, now, at least for Bayar, the situation is not desperate.

When the champion warrior waved his blade, he habitually listened to the sound of metal cutting through the air, and listened to the sounds of the heads hanging on his waist shaking and colliding with each other. Those were his The spoils of this battle.

There are Eldar warriors inside. There are orc generals, Ran Dan's overlord, and all kinds of other creatures or warriors enslaved by that fallen man.

Bayar left their heads behind, which was both a record and a redemption: as these heads rushed alongside him into the next battle, he could even hear their souls shouting encouragement to him. , could hear their cheers for escaping from the last hell, and could also hear that in the supreme sky that seemed to be separated from him by only a thin curtain, the big brass bell was fighting for him. As the sound continued, at least an entire twisted legion was roaring due to his blade, and even the blood-red throne seemed to be giving him a silent and approving glance.

However, he didn't care about those, he didn't care about those whispers and roars that devoutly preached blood and courage. After all, he never fought for blood and courage. He knew that his victory would be nobler, so noble that these blasphemous voices could not imagine it.

But even so, when his Chanabar Blade collided with the Eldar's Witchcraft Blade for the first time, amidst the sound of metal friction, the champion swordsman still spared a little energy to worry about an extra The problem.

Bayar didn't know if it was his illusion, but he could clearly feel that the roar of blood seemed to be getting closer and closer, and the creatures in the subspace no longer seemed as far away from them as before. .

They seemed to be rushing in.

Immediately, I will rush in.

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"Are you really not going to go there yourself, Tianqi?"

【what are you worried about? My friend Malcador? Worried about the war in the north? 】

"Don't beat around the bush here. You and I both know exactly what your rebellious son is up to. Although I've said this many times, I still have to point out the mistake you made in this regard: You really That’s too much, Tianqi, you shouldn’t teach so much knowledge to Individual No. 11.”

[Your accusations are always so arbitrary and absolute, my friend, which is sad. 】

[Although there is indeed a problem with No. 11, it does not mean that my original intention for him is wrong, nor does it mean that there is a problem with the initial configuration I designed for him: the problem came after I created him, and It's not like before. If I had to do it again, I would still create Individual No. 11 according to the original plan. 】

"The correct configuration you are referring to is to put in his mind those things from the so-called dark technological age. There are even some technologies that you yourself have not fully understood, let alone those that should have been thrown away long ago. The chaotic product of an incinerator."

"It's not like you don't know what a crazy race humans were in that so-called dark technological age. Those self-righteous scientists and transformers can only be compared with the most corrupt ancient spiritual races."

"Not to mention them, no matter how terrible things you and your former partners did in that era, even if Individual No. 11 only released these things into the current galaxy, it is not something we can easily The mess to clean up.”

【I know it well. 】

[In the final analysis, those are all the remaining things I have played. I know how harmful they will be, and I also know that the lineup I sent is enough to deal with him, or in other words, three legions plus five Primarch, what else could you expect, Malcador? 】

[Even from a more realistic perspective, this is indeed all the troops the empire can squeeze out now: Although it is not impossible to send more people, I don't trust them. 】

"Including your Horus?"

【……】

[The best person does not mean that he can withstand the deepest darkness. Horus should be the one standing in the center of the stage. The less he knows about such things, the better. 】

"This may or may not harm him: you can't protect him for the rest of his life."

[A hundred years is still okay. 】

"Okay, you are always so partial to your war commander. However, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance: those beings in subspace will not be absent from this event like you. Their appearance is very likely to make There are serious problems with your arrangements: for example, if one of the participating Primarchs falls under their whispers, the problem will be huge."

[Someone? which one? 】

[Jonson and Morgan, if they were going to fall, they would have already fallen. Leman Russ is the one I don’t need to worry about. As for Alpharius: Are you so unsure of your own education level? 】

"..."

"Did you forget one more?"

【……】

[Oh, Conrad. 】

【What's wrong with him? 】

"Aren't you worried that he will fall?"

[Compared with his fall, it is more likely that he will collude with Morgan in the future and separate the entire Far Eastern border and the ghoul stars. If Guilliman is added, half of the Far Eastern star field will be separated from the empire's ruling system. disappear completely, this may be a problem. 】

"Perhaps, my Ministry of Internal Affairs cannot receive taxes from the Five Hundred Worlds or the Far Eastern Frontier at all. Do you know how serious a problem this has caused for the current tax operation of the empire?"

【……】

[Do you hope that I can stand up for you on this issue? 】

"Guilliman can protect the interests of the Five Hundred Worlds from the Empire's Ministry of Internal Affairs through formal political means. As for Morgan, her methods are much richer than Guilliman: Within the limited rules, I really I’m sorry for your two good heirs.”

[Try your best, neither of them will be able to do it anyway: Compared to Morgan and Guilliman, it is my other son who is doing something that is more troublesome to me now. 】

"...the perfect city?"

【……】

# Sigh #

[Yes, the perfect city. 】

"How do you plan to solve such a problem?"

[Send Guilliman. 】

"The two of them are separated by the entire galaxy, so they can't meet each other."

[It’s okay, they will meet. 】

"..."

"Then, why not send Morgan? She can obviously handle it better."

# Smile #

[Good question, Macado. 】

[On this issue: Guilliman’s choice may be the same as yours, maybe. 】