Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

“It is said that it took our All-Father more than two hundred years to establish his hegemony on Holy Terra: this is even longer than the time it took for the Great Crusade to continue until now. "

"And if we make the conditions a little more stringent, that is, requiring the double-headed eagle flag to cover every inch of Holy Terra, then it will take a little longer: until after the Great Crusade begins, on Terra There are resisters like the [Scarlet Walkers], and even the first battle of the Eighth Legion was against this group of stubborn sorcery tyrants."

"I know: they executed the tactical orders perfectly and played beautifully, didn't they."

Conrad knocked on the midnight blue armor on his body, feeling a little happy because of the spotless smoothness. Then, his eyes shifted to Leman Russ next to him: the Fenrisian The noisy cloak and messy golden hair made the Nostramo people feel instinctively unhappy.

My blood relatives are a bit unclean: this is not very civilized.

On the other side, the genetic principle of the Space Wolves was completely unaware of the strangeness in his brother's eyes. He was still immersed in those ancient historical events, thinking about how he should evaluate the bloody things that would not be told.

"It's indeed beautiful, but a little..."

The Wolf King hesitated to speak, but Conrad laughed cheerfully next to him.

"A little dirty?"

"...Yes, a little dirty."

The Wolf King nodded with a stiff smile: He slaughtered all the enemies in the hive, then smeared the walls with blood and decorated the sculptures with human skin: This is probably considered a dirty act, right?

But even Leman Russ had to admit that the Eighth Legion's fear tactics were extremely efficient when facing some specific opponents: unlike those brothers who raised objections, the Wolf King understood the emperor very well. The emperor's reasons and necessity for leaving the Eighth Legion.

And the actions of those sorcery overlords or slave tyrants indeed deserved such a tragic ending, not to mention, considering the various actions of the Space Wolves Legion before the return of their Primarch, the Wolf King seemed There is no qualification to ridicule the Eighth Army.

After all, no matter how bad the behavior of this group of Scarlet Sons is, it is not so bad that special military police units are needed to maintain order: in the Sixth Legion of Astartes before Leman Russ returned, military police were used Shooting to ensure that those crazy wolves will not massacre indiscriminately is a common thing.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ could only rub his cheeks in embarrassment. He hoped that his brother, who was constantly studying history and management, had not learned the early history of the Space Wolves: after all, in the With a certain magnanimity of mind, Leman Russ did not go out of his way to cover up the legion's past misdeeds.

When you do something, you must admit it. How others laugh at it is their business, and how they change is their business: Fenris Wolf King has always adhered to this concept. He believed that among his brothers, those who were truly noble and intelligent Being, will understand his thoughts.

Conrad…

Let’s forget it.

Thinking of this, the Primarch from the world of ice and snow could only helplessly shake his head. His originally bold voice fell into an awkward silence, and he could not think of any better topic to continue the conversation.

Leman Russ could hear that his voice was a little too dry.

"So, you are quite aware of how your legion behaved in the past, Conrad."

Midnight Ghost nodded.

"Of course it is clear: I am reviewing the battle history and history of the Eighth Legion, as well as all the documents about them circulated within the empire: there are not many, and I don't know whether to be grateful for this or whether to sad."

Conrad grinned, but he couldn't tell how sad he was.

"After reviewing them, I will start looking at their rosters: starting with the company commanders and legion consuls, I will try to remember everyone's name, but I am not sure whether I can do it. , I can only try my best.”

"Everyone's name..."

Leman Russ chewed these simple words slowly, and a trace of true appreciation for Conrad flashed in his pupils, and then he had several reflections on himself.

"Anyway, I can't do it: but I hear Sanguinius can do it."

"Morgan can do that too."

Conrad answered firmly.

"Is it?"

"Ah, yes...she can indeed."

Leman Russ was a little surprised at first, but he soon felt relieved: he clearly remembered that after the Ran Dan annihilation battle, Morgan did recount everything about an ordinary soldier in front of him, but at that time, Leman Russ was beaten by other people. Surrounded by more important things, I have no intention of doing so.

"But it's normal. After all, it's that Morgan. Our sister's doting on her heirs is famous throughout the empire: even the Space Wolves under my command will occasionally discuss those How pampered is Dawnbreaker."

"..."

Conrad blinked. He always felt a little strange: Why did many people he met think that Morgan was doting on Daybreaker?

Obviously he himself has lived on the "Dawn Goddess" for many years, but he never felt that his sister went beyond the limits when it came to treating his children.

In other words, the way Morgan treats Daybreaker is actually no different from how he treats Conrad, it's just a little gentler.

That's all...

Conrad didn't feel like he was being pampered either: You know, Morgan was so quick when she beat him. She usually hesitated when she scolded Lana and the others, but Conrad never did. I hesitated.

"..."

Once again, Midnight Ghost blinked: after a very brief thought, he decided that it would be better not to reveal these doubts in his heart.

"Of course Morgan can do it, my brother Ruth: in fact, she often shows off this ability to me in private. In her words, at certain moments, if she can accurately call you The name of his heir is even more contagious and influential than an entire wall of medals awarded to him."

"If it is a public place with many people, the effect will be better."

The Wolf King nodded.

"It's true: a well-timed blow can be more deadly than a blind hit. This is true in combat, and the same is true in dealing with interpersonal relationships."

"..."

Conrad's brows raised: he couldn't imagine that such words could actually come from Leman Russ's mouth. Immediately, an almost unrelated, but very interesting idea emerged from the Midnight Ghost. Something popped into his head, making him almost want to laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Conrad did not suppress his wanton smile, facing the confusion of the Fenrisians. He just lowered his head and suppressed his laughter while answering intermittently.

"I'm just thinking, Ruth, I used to think that you were the most savage one, but looking at it now, do you think that among the four of us, the most savage one is Zhuang Sen?"

"..."

Leman Russ coughed.

"Zhuang Sen..."

"Jonson is not completely ignorant of the world. If he wants to, he can also use his own way to express kindness to others, or express his somewhat unique brotherhood: a little strange, but hot enough."

Having said this, the Fenrisian obviously remembered something. He raised the corners of his mouth, and a layer of indifferent memories flashed across his pupils. The world called Duran emerged in his mind.

"Of course, I don't deny that he is quite a jerk most of the time. That so-called brotherhood is more of a flash of inspiration in his unpredictable mind, or even a pure accident. .”

"But then again, Conrad, there's something strange about me."

The Wolf King looked at his brother.

"Why do I always feel that you are very hostile to Zhuang Sen?"

"Is this my imagination?"

"of course not."

Midnight Ghost shook his head, and there was a clear provocation in his pale smile.

"I just don't like him: I can't say I dislike or hate him, but among the four of us, I have the worst opinion of Jonson. If the time allows and the consequences are harmless, I definitely don't mind letting him Jonson's blood pressure is a little higher."

"……Why?"

"Has Jonson ever provoked you?"

"That's not..."

The Midnight Ghost turned his head, immersing his vision in the empty and cold darkness of the solar system. Wherever his gaze touched, worlds that were either pale or deep emerged from the edge of his vision. Passing by, the snow-colored fragments surrounding the edge of the world are enough to cover the orbital space station and fleet of a hive city with its shadow.

At the end of Conrad's field of vision, there is still a small amount of fire that cannot be ignored: it is the star called the sun, and in the shadow reflected by the sun's extreme light, there is something called the sacred. The throne of Terra, that was their destination.

In the shadow of the sun, Conrad's sigh was colder than the arc on the surface of the stars.

"Although Zhuang Sen is annoying, there is no more enmity between me and him. The reason why I don't like him is that at a certain point in time before, the two of us were too similar: Zhuang Sen Johnson is like a more stubborn Conrad, and Conrad is like a crazier Jonson."

"..."

Leman Russ was just silent. He didn't interrupt. His green wolf eyes were flashing with light of thought: and Conrad didn't care about his brother's reaction at this time. He just continued to use that heavy tone like poetry. , pouring out his own frost in the darkness.

"But, that was what happened before: before, we were all beasts. One beast could not laugh at another beast, but would produce some kind of sympathy and joy between each other. But it is different now, at least I think I am no longer a beast, I am already a madman, and a madman is better than a beast."

"So, when I look back again and look at the beast Zhuangson, I will naturally feel some kind of disgust: because I will clearly see my former self in him, and see that Midnight Ghost from Nostramo.”

"You know this feeling, Ruth?"

"..."

"Ah...of course I know."

The Wolf King grinned, and his voice became the same as Conrad's: poetic, slow, bitter and heavy, but not sad, only the calmness of an open-minded person.

"What a person hates most is often his or her past self: the past stupidity, past confusion, past stubbornness, past incompetence, past laziness and fun, are all the reasons for our hatred now."

Leman Russ snorted.

"Then, since you don't like him, why do you support Jonson on the matter of Warmaster: Is it true that as you said, you just want to see Horus's expression?"

"Do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it: apart from anything else, you have never seen Horus."

"In fact I have seen, I have seen various Horus: but that is not important."

Conrad waved his hand.

"Besides, as for the Warmaster, it doesn't matter who does it to me: presumably, no Warmaster is smart enough to want to use my legion to do anything. After all, they all care about face. Humans, how can you just touch those bloody gloves for nothing~"

The strange aura from the midnight ghost directly made Leman Russ laugh.

"Then you are just following Morgan?"

"Absolutely. If Morgan wants to be the war master, I can definitely vote for her: after all, she is at least better than that guy Johnson, right?"

"..."

"It's not impossible, my dear brother Conrad."

"..."

"ha?!"

——————

"When you first see Holy Terra, you will definitely wonder, is a throne world like this really worthy of a galactic empire that spans the world?"

"It is gray-white, tawny, the color of ruins and deserts, the main color of Holy Terra for thousands of years, occasionally mixed with some distorted green, or the pattering of gold. Yellow: These two colors come from the whitewashed green areas and the not yet fully built Himalayan palace, which has been under construction for at least a century but will not be built until the end of the next century. It may actually come out.”

"This is Holy Terra, a place where the soil is completely barren, the atmosphere is seriously polluted, almost all resources have been drained, almost all the mountains have been eradicated one by one, and even the last drop of water vapor has been completely evaporated. Dirty hell, it was once the glorious home planet of mankind, but thousands of years ago, it had fallen into complete depravity and madness.”

"Technological barbarians and slave tyrants, large and small, have turned the world into a battlefield with their barbarity and terror, while the use of countless chemical weapons and thermonuclear weapons has completely reduced the cradle of mankind to a wasteland: like this The chaos lasted for at least eight thousand years or more. Even if the Emperor's rule had taken root in this land, at least until the end of the Great Crusade, Holy Terra would not be able to return to its former glory. ”

"But even so, there is still a slight turning point: the reason why Holy Terra can be called [Holy] is because it possesses some magical power. Even if it is a living hell, even if you look at this The first glance at the world will definitely be filled with disappointment and sighs, but then, when you look at it for the second time, you will inexplicably feel that there is no place more suitable to be the capital and cradle of mankind than it is. ”

"It is so suitable: even though it is so dirty and ugly, ancient and heavy, it is the most suitable throne world and the hometown we need."

"This is Terra, a truly magical place. When we stand on the battleship and orbital platform and look at its gray body in the distance, no matter how far we go, no matter where in the galaxy we are, We will never forget its traces."

"This is Holy Terra, the Holy Throne World."

"..."

Leman Russ let out a long sigh.

"That's how this damn place makes me feel: What do you think, Conrad?"

"..."

Conrad nodded silently.

"I think you're right."

"..."

Then, the two Primarchs sighed at the same time, maintaining a strange silence, silent in the darkness of Terra: until the footsteps of the other two Primarchs finally arrived belatedly at the end of the corridor.

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It wasn't until the fleet carrying the four Primarchs was approaching Holy Terra's low-Earth orbit that Morgan finally completed the task at hand: drag Jonson out of that damn room and take the Clean up the sloppy lion.

There is no need to describe all the difficulties and obstacles involved. In short, after Jonson's non-violent non-cooperation and the extremely active back-and-forth help of the Dark Angels, when the Calibans appeared in front of his brothers, no matter what Whether it was Leman Russ or Conrad, they both expressed sincere sighs of emotion for the results of Morgan's work.

"You're in good spirits, brother."

The Fenrisian smiled.

"..."

But the Lion King was just silent.

The Primarch of the First Legion is now covered in black armor from head to toe, engraved with red gold and silver, turning into the sword and wings of the Dark Angels, and on his shoulder armor, engraved with A huge lion's head, with a whole series of ruby ​​clasps arranged on its mane, made a crisp sound as Jonson advanced.

The edge of the white shawl around the lion's neck is inlaid with black hair, which reflects the glow of his green eyes. An elegant iron ring ties his light-colored shoulder-length hair back, hiding it behind the shawl. , also hidden in the shawl is a ceremonial sword, only the hilt inlaid with rubies is exposed.

Next to the Lion King, Morgan was about half a body ahead of her brother. The Lord of Avalon was not dressed very formally. She did not wear the clothes made by the emperor's craftsmen. Everyone The Primarch's standard prototype-type power armor was instead worn with a pair of women's ceremonial armor made by herself. This armor was not as bulky as conventional power armor and could show off her graceful figure.

In addition, the Spider Queen has tidied up her appearance in a very rare way. Her originally pale and dry lips now look a bit moist and light red, and there are also some faint lines between her cheeks and eyebrows. With traces of light makeup and light-colored eye shadow, the original gene had her long hair tied up, revealing her distinctive ears and snow-white neck. She wore a small crown on her head that was not considered too transgressive. It was a work of art made of silver, enamel, pearls, and thirteen huge sapphires. It was one of the precious gifts given to Morgan by Guilliman. The color of the gems matched the Spider Queen's pupils.

Under the crown, there is a shawl that is just right, and a piece of snow fox fur that matches the figure of the Primarch. It was one of Jonson's trophies in Caliban. The bullet accurately shot from the snow. It passed between the fox's two pupils without damaging any fur. Next to the shawl, the Spider Queen's left hand held tightly a gemstone made of amethyst, various gemstones and thousands of rose-cut diamonds. The scepter is an ancient artifact of Avalon and a solemn tribute to their great queen. On the top of the scepter is an eagle with spread wings.

"..."

"How can you dress up like this while taking care of Zhuang Sen?"

Conrad slowly circled around his brother a few times, exclaiming in exaggerated wonder. It wasn't until he felt the threatening gaze from Caliban that he quickly rushed to Morgan's side, covering Jonson. While looking at him, he leaned into Morgan's ear and whispered about his confusion.

【secret. 】

The Lord of Avalon answered her brother unhappily. It seemed that this question reminded her of some bad memories just now. Then, Morgan turned around, held Conrad's chin with her backhand, and moved her left and right first. He swayed for a moment, looked at his cheeks and neck, and then carefully inspected Midnight Ghost's body from top to bottom, and then nodded with satisfaction.

[Not bad, nothing needs improvement. 】

As he spoke, Morgan stretched out his fingers, caught a piece of dust that was blown between Conrad's long black hair, scattered it to the ground along the hairline, and then patted Conrad's cheek with the back of his hand. Take a shot.

[Next time remember to pat some moisturizing stuff on your face, your cheeks are as dry as my sons’ hymns, and wash the underside of your neck well too. 】

[But overall, it’s good. 】

"That's... I'm much more worry-free than Zhuang Sen."

"..."

Caliban narrowed his eyes. He stood behind Morgan, facing Conrad's provocative gaze, and instinctively stretched his fingers to the hilt of the sword on one side. Then he realized that there was only a sword on his waist. A ceremonial sword.

"...Tsk."

When the [Najirfa] passed the defense network of Terra's low-Earth orbit with the highest priority and sent the Primarchs into the airport directly leading to the ground of Holy Terra, Jonson was not in a good mood.

Conrad was in a very wonderful mood.

【……】

Morgan may or may not be aware of all this, but she is too lazy to care: if she has that time, she might as well help Conrad cut his hair, Jonson or something like that has already been taken care of anyway.

As for Leman Russ...

"..."

"..."

"Pfft!"

Leman Russ stood aside, watching with great pleasure.

【……】

The sound of music attracted Morgan.

[Stop laughing Leman Russ, come here and let me see how you are dressed. 】

"..."

Leman Russ couldn't laugh anymore.

Then, it was Jonson and Conrad's turn to laugh, either implicitly or openly: the previous opposition disappeared in the blink of an eye, and watching a certain miserable Wolf King of Fenris became their common point of unity.

…

Maybe, this is brotherhood.