Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Do you think the era of the Dark Angel Legion will end?"

"While we are bleeding and dying, will other legions steal the title of Chief from us and take it for themselves: whether it is the Luna Wolves, the Imperial Fists, the Iron Hands, or those selfish Self-interested Ultramarines?"

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with our current situation: why would you think that?"

"Why don't I think so: We have been away from the center of the Great Crusade for too long, and we will never go back there. Our legion is already a relic of the past, a fragment of yesterday. After this battle, the legion will no longer be there. Strong enough to lead the other battle brothers."

"Our era is over, isn't it? All that remains is forgetfulness, and destined decline and death: just like the situation we are facing now."

"..."

"you're right."

"The era of the Dark Angels is over."

"..."

"But we're lucky, aren't we: we're going to die here soon, and we won't see that tragic day coming, after all, our deaths will be forgotten by everyone."

"What great news."

"..."

"yes."

"An ending that suits me very well."

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It took him an hour to kill these enemies before him, enemies he knew or did not know, enemies he could defeat or must avoid: they occupied every inch of his senses, which was long enough to make any An hour when a person loses the will to continue fighting.

His enemies: twisted combinations of humans, aliens, Astartes or whatever, they are insane, they are fearless, they launch a series of attacks from every invisible shadow and corner. Attack, their sharp claws and messy fangs are enough to completely tear apart the strongest power armor on every Son of Johnson.

The battle with them is a test of extreme fanaticism and endless distortion: countless screams, scratches and foaming at the mouth. These enemies are like a wave of alarmed beasts, without any death, fear or pain. Concepts are constantly attacking the formation of the Astartes. If the front falls, the back will immediately pick up, and even directly run over those invisible pieces of flesh that have not completely expired.

However, these opponents who have completely lost their fear still have some instinctive will to fight, and the flesh and blood armor on their bodies is enough to withstand several deadly bombs, which makes a quick victory an unreachable goal. This incident also made bloodshed and sacrifice an inevitable future.

Around the fifteenth minute, when they had killed an enemy a thousand times their size, the casualties finally began to appear: the first victims will always be remembered, they fell in a vast and magnificent building. In the unimaginable hall, the grandeur of this hall seems impossible to exist in this spire with the same height as it, but it is obvious that certain physical and structural logic have long been in this crazy hell. was completely distorted.

The extremely dark hall provides excellent cover for the lurkers in the shadows. Those monsters are like creations that are randomly fused together like eagles, spiders and gray wolves, but you can clearly see several alien and even... With human physical characteristics, these enemies were as big as knights or titans. They struck out from the shadows and took away the lives of several warriors under the sharp blades of the Primarchs: behind them, there were still waves of unimaginable numbers.

The worst war began from this moment. The weapons of the Primarchs were ignited with flames and sharp roars. Their power destroyed all enemies and palaces, but there was still no end in sight for the remaining enemies. As if there were enough of them to fill an entire continent, they were like natural disasters, like the raging wind, like the fierce rain, like the storm swirling in the sky, like the stars eroded by darkness.

No one can remember how this war lasted hour after hour, but the First Army undoubtedly persevered in this wave of destruction. They didn’t know how long they fought, how much they advanced, or even how long they fought. Even the loss of several battle brothers is unknown: but every Dark Angel can be proud and convinced that they succeeded.

After withstanding the endless waves, after using will and steel to pass through those long corridors and dark passes, after killing countless monster colonies whose mere existence was enough to destroy a hive city, They did successfully open the way to the final hall.

The combat experience of each of them during this period was a book of revelation, a replay of the disaster of Randan's siege, but they did complete their mission, because they witnessed with their own eyes their genetic father, Jonson, and How his blood brothers walked onto the bridge connecting the final palace.

Although there is no actual basis at all, the moment they saw the steel temple that stretched straight to the sky, everyone was very convinced that that was the heart of the enemy, that was the goal of their trip, and that even The royal court, which is taller than the spire itself, is the final destination that even Morgan has confirmed.

They succeeded.

The Primarchs stepped onto the bridge. The battle for the Emperor's children began, but the battle for the Dark Angels ended. Their mission came to an end at this moment.

What followed was their destined death: the wave composed of countless kinds of blasphemous monsters was far from coming to an end. They were still closely following the advance of the imperial army, and they also caught up here, even in There has been exponential growth in quantity.

As a result, the remaining one hundred or so Dark Angels, after silently watching their Primarch disappear on the bridge, slowly turned around, took up their own blades, and formed a familiar formation. , calling the names of the fighting brothers beside him.

They turned their backs on their Primarch and launched a final charge.

Like a storm.

Like thunder.

Like a heavenly army.

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Just like the giant ship that suffered the explosion disappeared into the cold deep ocean, the final battle of the Dark Angels also disappeared into a chaotic and silent fight.

After millions of enemies roared and charged, the thin black line was finally washed away by the wave: the single-handed Dark Angel was quickly devoured, while the remaining ones turned into a Another group relying on each other's backs and continuing to fight.

The ammunition is exhausted, the firearms are overloaded, and the sharp blades are blunted, until the roar of perseverance is dissipated in the endless waves, knowing that the loyal will is broken under the tyranny of God, until the tranquility of death comes to end their loyalty journey.

No one remembers what happened to them, and they don't care what happened to them. The corpses of the enemies under their feet have already piled up like mountains, and the hilts of the blood-drinking swords in their palms have long been sticky and unbearable. Each of them stood on the peak, using their will and On the peak where the corpses of the enemy were piled up, there was still a steady stream of demonic waves at their feet, and around them were the few fighting brothers left.

And it's becoming less and less.

Fewer and fewer……

I don’t know if they were scattered or died in the battle.

But no matter what, he finally fought off another wave of demons.

In the remaining breath, when he quietly waited for the next batch of enemies to arrive, and used his hoarse voice from his home world to talk to his comrades, the Gramaya's smoky voice The soldier suddenly discovered that there was only one person beside him.

He didn't know this battle brother he had never met before, but when they really talked, they were like old friends who had known each other for a long time, talking casually about the secrets of the legion that had been taboo in the past. As if this secret was just some children's joke.

Honor, future, forgetfulness and death, all of them seem to be no longer important now. They are talking about these words that they once regarded as the core of their lives, but there is only a helpless and relaxed smile in their words.

But this smile did not last long, because soon, the Gramaya warrior felt a cold silence. The silence came from the battle brother beside him: the man who was still laughing with him in the battle just now. Brother, the face that came from Holy Terra was as stiff as a dead person at this moment, and no longer responded or laughed.

He looked over, and the first thing he saw was the whites of his eyes that were gradually becoming dull. His lips were slightly waving, as if he wanted to say something more, but he couldn't. In the end, he only came out intermittently. A few words: But the Gramaya warriors heard them clearly.

"I……"

"It's reached...the limit..."

"he wants……"

"..."

"boom--"

After the gunfire, the body fell.

Another warrior of Holy Terra fell in the dark corner of the galaxy, and the smoky-voiced Gramaya warrior just remained silent and put down his gun. He stopped at this man whose name he didn't even know. The battle brother paused for a second, which was regarded as condolences for him.

This battle brother is lucky. At least he still has someone to help him end his pain. But now, he, a pathetic Gramaya man, seems to have been unable to find a battle brother who can help him escape.

Only those enemies, those enemies that had appeared at the end of his field of vision, were rushing towards him crazily. Their numbers were endless, their appearance was abominable and ferocious, and their power even made him doubt whether he could survive this. A wave of attacks: But in fact, he has withstood countless similar attacks.

However, this time it looks particularly huge, like some kind of sentence: I hope he can fall in this battle, after all, the defense in his mind is crumbling, and his death is becoming more urgent. .

The weapon from Holy Terra in his hand had already been overwhelmed in the previous battle, and the blow that killed another Dark Angel completely took away the life of this weapon: Yanshou The Gramaya warrior casually threw this priceless killing machine aside. He just held onto his sharp blade, which was his only weapon now.

Then, he walked down the mountain of death several meters high at his feet, letting his battle brothers lie on the corpses of countless enemies, while he walked towards the waves in the distance and towards his own end.

Before leaving, he paused and glanced back at the battle brother with a peaceful face: this time, his voice had become extremely clear.

"See you later..."

——————

"brother!"

"boom!"

Char fired without mercy: even by the strict standards of Knight Le Fay, this was a very capable and ruthless horrific killing, so ruthless that no one would doubt Char's current bad mood.

He was indeed in a bad mood.

Very, very bad.

Under the cover of the scarred cavalry-type Terminator armor, Knight Le Fay's pupils radiated a colder light than the armor. He looked at everything in front of him indifferently: whether it was the battlefield with flying sand and rocks, or the chaotic logistics The base, or the subspace creatures further away that were attacking their front, were enough to make him feel bad.

None of this is the point.

Knight Le Fay's brows were furrowed, and he had tilted his head slightly towards the north. He was looking as far away as possible, looking beyond the horizon into a distance that he couldn't see at all: in that place covered by blood and storm. Shrouded in the place where they had fought and killed countless flesh and blood Titans, but had to retreat, his Primarch was fighting there, fighting in that spire, in that final Fighting in front of a terrible enemy.

She was fighting for her life, but they were unable to protect her. Even the old guards who boasted that they would never stray far away from the original body were sent back with repeated orders from their genetic mother.

Xia still remembered that in front of tens of thousands of Dawnbreakers, the guard chief Rana, who had always been known for his perseverance, ruthlessness and high efficiency, almost knelt down in tears and begged Morgan to take them to join the final battle. They could continue to guard the Primarch.

But for the first time, the original body rejected their request so firmly and unquestionably. In the end, she did not carry any Dawnbreaker, just like Leman Russ did not carry any Space Wolves. These two genetic originals Tidu used the firmest will to suppress the opposition of their legions, and followed Zhuang Sen and the Dark Angels into the spire.

The soldiers of the Second Legion almost looked at all this with mourning. Although they were not like the Fenrisians next door, they almost roared and grabbed Leman Russ's robe and dragged him back, but this did not mean that Their breath was relaxed: when everyone complied with the last order issued by Morgan and retreated to the battleship at the minimum cost, the atmosphere in the team was as if they had suffered a complete defeat in this battle.

The only good thing is that this extremely depressing atmosphere did not interfere with the work level of the Guard Chief and the company commanders. They perfectly executed the orders of the original body and brought almost all the Dawnbreakers back to the Empire's most important place in the world. On the initial landing site, casualties during the retreat were inevitable, but for elite forces such as the Knights of Le Fay or the Old Praetorian Guard, the casualties were not large or even non-existent.

But this did not make the sad Char feel better. He was still immersed in the humiliation of not being able to protect his original body in the face of danger, just like most of his battle brothers.

And if this sense of humiliation is the biggest reason for Char's worsening mood at the moment, the direct reason why he became angry is that when the imperial army was withdrawing in an orderly manner, it spread from nowhere and towards them. The demon army launched a charge from the base.

Even more unforgivable is the behavior of these subspace creatures.

"Enemy attack!"

Before Knight Le Fay could finish thinking about the words in his mind, a sharp alarm rudely interrupted his thinking. Charia immediately concentrated on it. He guarded his post like an iron wall. Witnessing with his own eyes how the loose defense line on the outside of the base was broken through by the demon army with an absolute numerical advantage: it was his turn next.

Facing an opponent like a demon for the first time, Char did not panic or be confused. He followed the experience manual that was distributed and used sharp blades and flamethrowers to deal with these extremely ferocious monsters, and among these monsters, he was most troubled. Those who felt angry were the lavender demons with crab claws and long whips, and the snow-white monsters, some with heads like owls and limbs like arthropods, and as graceful as dancers.

Although in most cases, these monsters are no different from those red bloodthirsty beasts, green rotten ones or blue magical monsters, but whenever they see the Dawnbreaker, something is wrong. .

"brother!"

A joyful, sincere, and not even sprinkled with any negative emotion will make people like it at any time, but only at this time, it is the direct reason that makes Xia Ya's mood extremely bad: for no other reason , just because this sincere title came from the devil in front of him.

A demon, a snow-white demon, broke through the outer defense line and came to Char. The owl-like head was encrusted with big, bright black eyes, and its arthropod-like arms ended with sharp claws. Its lower body was like a dancer's skirt, walking gracefully on the sand, avoiding the firepower of the imperial army, until it discovered the existence of Knight Le Fay, and came over with excitement.

"brother!"

It smiled as if it were facing a real brother.

"boom!"

And Char fired: full of rage.

The first time he encountered this situation, he was indeed shocked and unleashed his firepower in an almost instinctive fear. But now, Chevalier Le Fay has become cold with anger and is no longer surprised by this. .

Because every white demon like this would rush in front of the Dawnbreakers, with faces full of enthusiasm as if they were blood relatives recognized by them, and even let the Dark Angels and Space Wolves who fought alongside them start using Morgan's heirs looked at them strangely.

"Who is your brother?"

Char cursed in a low voice, and the flamethrower in his hand spit out deadly tongues of fire mercilessly, which would burn this demon to death, but this abominable mortal guy did not resist any more, and its figure dissipated like a bubble. In the flames, there was even a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth.

"..."

Xia Ya spat, and he had to order himself to turn his attention elsewhere.

Soon, he looked to the other side of the battlefield: there was a situation there.

He saw a bunch of mortals, who seemed to be several members of the mortal auxiliary army belonging to the Dawnbreaker Legion: Although their large troops did not come down to assist in the battle, there were still countless such small troops responsible for similar tasks near the landing base. Guard work, the inevitable inefficiency of these mortal forces, was one of the reasons the evacuation was so difficult.

"faster."

Xia urged them mercilessly. Unlike most Dawnbreakers, he had never felt anything about these mortals. Although it was not disgusting, he was too lazy to have more to do with them.

But this time, the situation is a little different. This strangeness does not come from the mortals' instinctive response to his cold request, but from the armored transport vehicle surrounded by these Avalonians: to be more specific One point is the thing tied to the car.

"..."

"what is that?"

Char pointed to the thing on the car and asked the mortals, but the mortals just looked at him in surprise.

"This, this is a Dawnbreaker, Your Excellency, your battle brother."

"Of course I know, he is my battle brother, I have even met him: I want to know why he is in your armored vehicle, tied up?"

The mortals looked at each other.

"This: Because Lord Dawnbreaker was injured in the previous battle, we fought alongside him in the battle, and he was injured by a subspace demon. He was seriously injured and was sent to a nearby place. in the medical base.”

"But then, the order for a full retreat was issued, and the demon army was also in hot pursuit, resulting in a shortage of manpower. We took it upon ourselves to decide to bring him back to prevent him from missing the evacuation spacecraft."

"..."

"You've been taking him with you?"

"right."

"Through the battlefield? From the front line to the battlefield here? The battlefield of half a continent?"

"Yes."

"...Why did you do this?"

Xia Ya looked at these mortal auxiliary troops strangely.

"……Why?"

And these mortals looked at Xia with even stranger eyes.

"What does this matter have to do with you? His safety is something that the pharmacists of the Dawnbreaker Legion need to worry about."

"Uh...sir."

The leading mortal officer spoke.

"This Lord Dawnbreaker is a battle brother who has been fighting side by side with us. We have been working together for almost ten years. Although he seems to be different from us in all aspects, he is still a member of our team. The battle brother is just an oversized battle brother, how can we abandon him?"

"After all... there is danger for him to stay there..."

"..."

Do you think the Dawnbreaker Legion can't take care of their battle brothers?

Why do you think so?

Xia Ya was silent, he was silent from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know for a moment whether he should be angry at these mortals' overestimation of their own abilities, or laugh at their innocent stupidity.

But just before he made all these decisions, his ears captured another sound from the front line: the demon army's offensive was intensifying, and it seemed that another group of demons had noticed Char and the group of mortals beside him.

Knight Le Fay looked at this group of attackers with some irritation: If it weren't for these mortals around him, he could give up here temporarily and find a better defensive position, or put the Dawnbreaker Instead of standing on this almost empty sand, facing waves of enemy troops in vain.

These lagging guys.

Knight Le Fay cursed in his heart, but when he turned around, he glanced at the mortal troops who were working hard to bring the Dawnbreakers back to the battleship, and then glanced at the demonic tide behind them.

He still clenched his weapon, stood behind these mortals, and spoke to these Avalon auxiliaries in an impatient tone.

"hurry up."

"Hurry back to the battleship."

"I'll cover you here."