Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[The legion has been divided. 】

[We were once glorious, but that was the past. 】

[Believe in courage and respect the emperor, there is no other choice. 】

[You can hate those Dark Angels, but you must also trust them, except those Calibans. 】

【Everything started because of the Emperor! 】

[No, Sir, this is not alien technology, but the crystallization of stolen human technology. 】

[The estimated casualty rate is only 85%, which is very safe. 】

[Go find the original body...Only the ancestor of our genes can end all this. 】

【...Exile him! ...]

【...I hereby announce...】

[…Horus…Horus…he destroyed us…]

【……】

【……】

【Huh? What is this button for? 】

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Hector had always been accustomed to sleeping sitting up.

He didn't like the feeling of the armor being taken away from him, it made him feel unprepared.

The rising star of the Second Legion forces himself to sleep for a period of time every day. The specific time depends on the actual situation of the day. Generally speaking, it is about four Terra standard hours, but if there is a long period of work ahead, Can also be extended to six standard hours.

Hector opened his eyes. One of his hands was on his helmet, which was part of a pair of MK III power armor. It was built by the empire to fight against the space dwarf civilization hiding in the thick mountains and deep passages. After picking them up, Hector picked up his helmet. He stared at it, at its dark silver-white appearance, its light golden outline, and the optical imaging instruments and automatic sensing systems that were arranged in an orderly manner. Built on an indestructible alloy cast body, everything in front of him will make him feel instinctively at ease.

"Hector."

Someone was calling him, and the voice passed through the door and came from outside.

He did not respond immediately, but stood up, first put on his helmet, and then looked around his room, recalling in his mind the scene he remembered when he just came in yesterday. Then, he stretched out his hand and adjusted a few objects until everything is exactly the same as the scene in your memory.

Then, Hector looked at the bedside. Where he could easily grab it anytime, anywhere, there was his cherished main weapon. It was a broad sword with a faint green light, which was specially attached. The weapon has a long handle to suit Hector's size and fighting style.

Although he never wanted to show his face, the battle brother Trazin, who was very humorous and extremely knowledgeable, told him the name of this weapon: the Star God Phase Sword.

This name is strange, but Trazin can be regarded as an old man in the legion. Even when Hector first became a real angel of death, Trazin was one of his guides, and the sword itself was Trazin had chosen it for him from the Legion's arsenal, so Hector chose to call the weapon as such.

He grasped the sword tightly and swung it slowly twice to ensure his feel.

Then, he walked towards the door. Before closing the door, he did not forget to adjust the angle of the small mirror next to the door to ensure that when he pushed the door in again, he could see the blind spots in his field of vision immediately.

Safety first, Hecht always said.

He does this occasionally.

"coming."

Hector opened the door and saw Salieri and the ancient warrior Chiron sitting on both sides of the round table on the left side of the hall, with a chessboard between them.

This is a semicircular hall, and the circular side connects four rooms, corresponding to the four members of Hector's team. This is of course not a coincidence, but the landlord friendship between the Dark Angel and Luther.

"Salieri."

"Your Excellency Kailon."

"Ajax..."

Hector greeted them separately, but when his eyes shifted to the last member, he couldn't help but froze.

"What are you doing, Ajax?"

"Disarm."

"Huge," Ajax replied in his voice like a buffalo. He was busy at the door of the hall, constantly lifting and moving various things. Hector could recognize some of them. It should be the furnishings and furniture in the room. Apparently, during his rest, someone used them to build a nondescript line of defense at the door of the hall.

And Ajax...is clearly a victim, a free laborer who has been framed.

Hector narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze almost subconsciously at Salieri, who just showed an awkward smile and then also motioned him to look at the other side.

Hector shifted his gaze, and then he saw his mentor, Chiron, who was also an ancient warrior of the Legion. When he saw Chiron's barely concealed mouth, he found that he had found the real culprit.

"Maybe this needs an explanation, sensei."

"Ah, my dear Hector, it is a tradition."

"When a group of Dark Angels are resting at the Second Legion's station, they will do the same. We are accustomed to occasionally using night attacks without live ammunition to express the friendship and brotherhood between legions, and appropriate precautions Yu Weiran will be regarded as respecting and adhering to tradition..."

Chiron's expression was not unnatural at all. He relaxed and talked, like an ancient shaman telling a wonderful story from the legend. He also patted away the man floating in the air in front of Salieri. A chess piece that intends to change positions quietly.

"This knight will be eaten, Salieri, and not even psychic powers can save him."

If it was twenty years ago, I might really believe these words...

Hector sighed. He did not listen to his mentor's unreliable speech, but walked to the side of Ajax and tidied up with him.

"Thank you... Hector."

Ajax thanked him in a low voice. Hector just smiled and did not respond.

He is very sure that there will be no hostility or bullying in his team, because he knows his members like he knows the five fingers: Kairon is the teacher of everyone in the team. Although he is an ancient warrior of the legion, he still Keen on all kinds of jokes, as for the relationship between Salieri and Ajax, not to mention that they were comrades who had fought side by side for more than ten years, Salieri did not dare to provoke Ajax due to their strength alone.

"Big" Ajax, this simple nickname is not wrong. Ajax is at least a head taller than the ordinary Astartes, and a bit stronger. When he first joined the Second Legion, His nickname is indeed deserved.

Until Hector joins...

The two warriors packed up the last things and returned them to their places. Hector patted Ajax on the shoulder, and the two laughed together.

Hector didn't even need to raise his arms.

Because the height of "huge" Ajax only reached his chest.

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From Chiron's perspective, the size difference between his two students was like a tiger and a leopard. As for Salieri, he was probably a lynx or something like that.

The ancient warrior propped up his face with one hand and looked at his two students helping each other. With his other hand, he casually waved a chess piece, and by the way, Salieri's long-prepared killing formation was rushed to 70. Eight falls.

Amidst the wailing of the third student, Kailong couldn't help but think of some things from the past. Sometimes, he would think that maybe he was getting old, and he actually started to like to look back on the past.

After Hector, who was unimaginably tall and burly, joined the Second Legion, the "huge" nickname of Ajax at the same time as him couldn't help but add a layer of ridicule, and Ajax also used practical actions to made his own answer to this ridicule.

In the following days, Ajax insisted on dragging into the arena those who laughed at him intentionally, unintentionally, and not at all. His victory lasted until the passing Hector was dragged in, and then several times Then he knocked Ajax to the ground.

From that time on, Ajax became the first member of the newly formed Hector team, and when the veterans talked about the "huge" again, they also learned to use a respectful tone. After all, Ajax His winning streak is actually hanging on the wall of the arena.

Then, as Hector's mentor, Chiron took the initiative to apply to join this team. He also brought another student of his, Salieri, an experimental think tank. This is all the members of this team so far.

Chiron lamented the past, then slowly raised his chess piece and ate Salieri's [King].

Salieri stared at the chessboard seriously, as if he wanted to find the confidence to regret the move, but after a while, he shook his head in frustration, then patted his armor and stood up. It seemed that he would not play another game in a short time. Planned.

"Hector, come here and play chess with me."

Naturally, Hector did not disobey the teacher's plan. He carefully laid out the chessboards for both sides, and then sat on Black's side.

"How does it feel to be captain?"

Kairon swings the chess pieces casually and looks at his overly cautious disciple with a smile.

"I'm still a little nervous...one responsibility and four responsibilities are always different."

"I don't need you to protect me, little one."

Chiron let out a hearty laugh. He stroked the white [Bishop] in his hand and spoke with a rather nostalgic temperament.

"I have seen too many leaders, whether they are the commanders of our Second Legion, or those Dark Angels, such as my old friend Astralis, or those Imperial Guards who have their eyes above their heads, or even Thunder Warriors, as well as those mortal officers who command millions of regiments, I have been fighting for the Emperor since the beginning of the Unification War. For more than a hundred years, I have seen too many commanders, and I have fought with many of them. Most of them have been comrades in arms.”

"They are all dragons among men, Hector. Anyone who can climb to this position is basically mediocre, especially if he becomes a leader among the Astartes, even the lowest captain is the lowest. Outstanding choice.”

"The vast majority of them have chosen the same path as you: caution and reason. This is excellent. This is the real difference between soldiers and officers. But the fate of these people is different. Some of them Those who survived are still fighting for the Emperor even now, while others have been dead for a long time, and their former glory and arrogance have completely disappeared in the endless wave of conquests of the Empire."

"Do you know why this is?"

Chiron smiled as he watched his student fall into a long silence and deep thought. Then, he lowered his head and took the opportunity to eat one of Hector's [Castles].

Finally, he heard Hector's voice.

"Why, teacher?"

Chiron did not answer immediately. He first raised his chess piece and continued to fight with Hector for several rounds until he felt that his student's chest was no longer filled with complete confusion.

"I'll tell you the answer, Hector, but you'll have to do the reasoning yourself."

"Would the answer be correct?"

"Who knows, we have long lost the confidence to measure everything."

Chiron's smile turned from cheerful to one of slyness.

"After all, you have also heard, my child, how difficult it is for the Legion now. We have long lost the glorious years we once had on Holy Terra. At that time, you may not have been born in this world yet."

"As for the current legion, it is already a torn warship. It is only supported by the personal prestige of our old captain. However, each rower has his own will and persistence. They are so balanced and evenly matched. , has been maintained for decades.”

"And Horus...that vicious bastard."

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised anytime it topples."

Hector hesitated.

"Then, teacher, the third order from the legion commander..."

"That was a cry, boy. Find the Primarch of our legion and solve all this? Do you think this idea was only thought of by our legion commander? We have tried and worked hard a long time ago, but to no avail. "

"However, if you still want to persist, I can give you a message."

Chiron stared into his student's eyes.

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"Throw away all impossibility, and absurdity will become reality."

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He raised his hand and ate another [Knight].

"Now, Hector, let me tell you the answer to the previous question. It's a timely answer that will come in handy when you're a squad leader or an officer in the trenches."

The ancient warrior caressed his [King].

"What is the motto of our regiment?"

Hector straightened his back subconsciously.

"I am the sharp edge."

"I am Fang."

"Great, what about the battle cry?"

"Well……"

"There is no war cry. Yes, we have always been accustomed to charging silently. Do you know why?"

"...because of internal disagreements?"

"..."

"..."

"...There is indeed this reason, but it is not the point."

Chiron covered his face.

"Because from the moment the legion was established, we were not used to charging in line. When the Forbidden Army and the First Legion rushed to the battlefield in groups, we would form small teams to carry out the most dangerous tasks. Task."

"So slogans and war cries are useless, because from the beginning, there is only one sign of our attack."

Chiron motioned for his students to come closer, then lowered his tone and spoke slowly.

"I am the blade and I am the fang. This is what everyone needs to do, but as a captain, you need to do more than just the blade and the fang."

"remember……"

"You are the sharp edge."

"You are a fang."

"You are the trumpet."

"You are the spearhead."