Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Everything started to get out of hand a month ago. 】

[The first thing that started was the magnetic cyclone, which caused a zone of destruction of at least 12,000 kilometers in the south of the world, followed by a global shutdown of power and water systems, killing thousands of residents. 】

[At first, we thought this was just a natural disaster and the cultists taking the opportunity to attack, but the actual situation was much worse than we expected. 】

[In the next seven days, three more accidents occurred in succession. Unexplainable storms have swept across the entire world, destroying all power grids and communication facilities. The distribution of food and drinking water has also been affected. People have begun to riots on a massive scale. 】

[There are earthquakes, the strongest earthquakes! The largest hive city of Dawn Star has been completely swallowed up by the cracks in the ground, and three cities have disappeared one after another in the tsunami hundreds of meters high, and... the sages of the Mechanicus have deduced that the atmosphere has been severely eroded, causing death The radiation will soon sweep across the entire world. 】

[In the past month, we have lost three-quarters of our population, social order has completely collapsed, and the situation is irreversible. 】

[In view of this situation, I, Conrad Vargar, the Governor who protects the Dawn Star by the Emperor's will, officially renounce this world. 】

[We have issued an evacuation order on the last communication platform. Everyone in this world is rushing to the planetary capital of Kalena. The infrastructure here is strong and wide enough to accommodate them all, but we lack a fleet! The evacuating fleet! 】

[For this reason, I am here to send a signal for help. Anyone, any of the Emperor's people, any expedition fleet not far from us, I implore you to temporarily change direction and save the dawn of the Emperor's people. star! 】

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"And that's what we're here for."

As an average Thousand Sons warrior, Hathor-Mat thought he had enough respect for these miserable mortals to make things as simple and understandable as possible.

After the Governor of Dawnstar sent that desperate letter for help through the Astropath, he and this miserable world almost immediately received the Emperor's mercy:

The expedition fleet of the Fifteenth [Thousand Sons] Legion Astartes gave a reply seventeen hours after the message was sent: they happened to be passing through the edge of this sector, and the Primarch of the Legion came from Prospero's Magnus - is also willing to help mortals under most circumstances.

Thanks to the guidance of countless powerful psykers, the 28th Expedition Fleet carried the entire Thousand Sons Legion to the low-Earth orbit of the Dawn Star almost in the blink of an eye, and the situation here was worse than the Primarch had imagined. : Even the Imperial Governor himself who sent the distress letter has lost his message in the chaotic crowd. The Thousand Sons Legion can only deal with the various troubles in the world alone.

If it were replaced by the Dark Angels or the Lunar Wolf Legion with more soldiers, the situation might be better, but the Thousand Sons Legion is exactly as its name suggests: after the tragedy called the Flesh Mutation, they Only about a thousand warriors survived, and a dozen Terran Standard Years were not enough for the Legion to become strong again.

Thinking of this, Hathor-Matt couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If it weren't for the shortage of manpower, he, a rising star of the Bright Feather School, would not do such trivial chores as evacuating the village.

"Listen, mortal, I say it again, for the last time."

The heir of Magnus tried hard to keep calm. He narrowed his eyes and observed the old man in front of him: he was in ragged clothes and shaking like chaff. The only valuable object on his body was the cane carved with a slender poisonous snake. Hasso You can see fear and complete resistance flashing in the depths of his pupils, which is the normal behavior of mortals when facing the Emperor's Angel, and there is also phlegm, uncontrollable black phlegm flowing from the corner of his mouth...

Hathor didn't look closely.

"You look back now and look at this mountain, where you lived in previous generations. It is not as peaceful as it seems. It is an extinct volcano. But now, the geomagnetic fusion of our world has made it reopen. It came alive and became an active volcano again, a real volcano!"

"You know what this means, right? Mortal."

"Now look around you. There are more than 500 people here: farmers, blacksmiths, women and children, more than 20 houses, and barren terraced fields. And the only connection between this place and the outside world is a railway. It It’s obviously broken.”

Qianzi's arm followed his fingertips to point to the waste buried in the hillside: the so-called railway track was in tatters, and it curved beneath the village like a rotten snake.

Above this rotten thing, the sky has shown something bad. Anyone with normal vision can see that the gas lingering on the top of the mountain is gradually turning into some kind of sickly yellow color. Behind them is Layers of floating volcanic ash, even lightning and storms mixed in.

This shabby place would be completely destroyed in at most ten Terra Standard Hours, yet here he was still playing boring language games with these idiots.

Anxiety continued to invade Hathor's brain.

But he couldn't do it, there were only five of them, they couldn't take out all the fools, and as an Astartes, some unspeakable code prevented him from attacking the unarmed people of the Emperor.

"Did you see those gases? Those volcanic ash, thunder and storms, they will kill you, kill all of you, your homes will explode, not even a bit of residue will be left."

"And now, by the mercy of my lord Magnus, you can board the Stormbird and travel with us to a safe area, such as Kalena or somewhere else, to leave this world."

"You should be the ones who really leave!"

In front of Hathor, the trembling old man slowly raised his fist in mid-air in answer to the Astartes.

"Now, you...ahem...should leave, we will stay here, in our hometown and fields!"

He kept coughing, and his thin body spit out thick dark brown phlegm one after another. The amount was so large that one even doubted whether he had spit out his internal organs together.

"You're all going to die!"

Hathor could barely contain his anger.

"If this continues, you will all die here, and I and my people are ordered to take you out... Don't let me say the same thing again, those storms, they will kill you!"

"No, quite the opposite."

"Storm is a gift, a gift that all of us have been waiting for our whole life. It will lead us to meet the great Lord of Storms. We will stand by his side and enjoy eternal peace and happiness."

This stupid remark made the heir of Magnus couldn't help but widen his eyes. When he saw the same persistence appearing in the eyes of all mortals, his anger doubled and turned into something. The most ridiculous smile.

He laughed involuntarily.

"Storm Lord? Shili? Do you believe in a vulgar god? Give your life for a sideshow joke?"

"You are not allowed to insult our beliefs!"

Mortals, all mortals, fell into hysterical rage the moment his words fell to the ground. Their faces were ferocious, and they entertained the blasphemer with the most vicious curses.

But the son of Magnus didn't care. He turned around and walked towards Stormbird and his comrades.

"How's it going?"

Someone was asking him.

"They don't want to leave, let's go."

Hathor waved his hands, still feeling bad about his deep-rooted stupidity even after laughing.

"What kind of God Sitan is that again?"

The other Thousand Sons warriors were not surprised, but they soon raised new questions.

"Then what about our mission? They will definitely die here."

"Then let them die!"

Hathor's stern rebuke caused a moment of silence among his squad, until his second-in-command motioned for him to look at the horizon: another Stormbird was teetering on landing.

"ah……"

Thousand Sons' mood began to improve, especially when he saw the lady with silver hair and blue eyes stepping off the Storm Bird. Hathor simply sat down with his team and waited for the completion of the mission.

Sure enough, leave things like this to Ms. Morgan, and she never disappoints.

Hathor thought.

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Hathor had heard about Ms. Morgan's reputation long before he came to Dawn Star.

It is said that she comes from the southern part of the Maelstrom, which is further northwest of the Five Hundred Worlds, the home of the Ultramarines. After an expedition fleet composed of Rogue Traders discovered her hometown, she joined the empire as a descendant of the local prince. among the army.

Some of the rumors about her parentage were untrue, but those rumors were naturally regarded as jealous rumors following the mortal's outstanding performance.

The Morgan lady quickly proved herself to be a gifted psionic master and capable doer, and in less than a standard Terran year she emerged from countless mortals to become the in-demand An officer selected by the Thousand Sons Legion.

Hathor has never been interested in mortal things. He considers himself to be a higher-level life form, but after working with Ms. Morgan for more than fifty days, he has to admit that sometimes she can indeed make people look forward to it. one time.

And just as he was thinking, the conversation in the village had taken a completely new turn: the silver-haired female official only used a few words to make these stupid believers obey her orders. They rushed to collect their belongings, and then followed this Lady's steps.

When they lowered their heads and walked in line towards the Storm Bird, Thousand Sons couldn't help but whisper in Morgan's ear.

"How did you convince these idiots?"

"Using some of the stupidest tricks."

She spoke vaguely, but Hathor did not choose to ask more questions: For some reason, he always felt a certain fear when facing this face that was not very good at smiling.

He thinks this is an illusion.

The son of Magnus remained arrogant and wary. He watched his subordinates greeting this mortal with a cold eye, while the guys on the other Storm Bird were almost looking at her with contempt - it had only been more than fifty days, it was really Disgraced the Legion's reputation.

Just when the rising star of Liangyu School felt aggrieved, his communication device started to ring.

"How are things going over there, Hathor?"

It is the voice of Ahriman of the Black Crow School.

"It's been done... with the help of our Ms. Morgan."

After thinking for a moment, Hathor did not pretend to take the credit.

"I guess so, it's Morgan after all."

Ahriman sighed calmly at first, and then his tone became slightly urgent.

"Then you should return to Kalena quickly. We are in urgent need of manpower here. We need to comprehensively revise the evacuation plan for the entire world. The two genetic primates now need all the help, whether it is you or Ms. Morgan."

"...Two of you?"

Hathor caught something.

"Yes, both of you."

Ahriman first confirmed this, and then continued to speak in a casual tone. Hathor could hear hoarse commands and the noisy movement of people around him.

"Perturabo is coming, and his Iron Warriors."