Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The big river..."

Sergeant Latopis sighed softly. He first rubbed his clothes that were filled with stones and dust, then clapped his hands, took out a can, pried it open, and then ignored the cold food inside, and started eating. Stuttered.

He did not rush to chew, but first slowly ground up the food with his tongue, and then swallowed it bit by bit. His tongue occasionally flicked over the cavities between his teeth. That was from past experience. The traces left behind: Those bastards in the logistics will not distribute good things until the critical moment. It is completely normal for there to be some little surprise in the can that will make people [stunned].

The sergeant turned his head and spat out something that looked like a white stone. He tried hard not to think about what it was.

After making sure there was nothing, he began chewing, trying to extract the flavor of roots and artificial seasoning from the bland food.

"Won't you have some, Lieutenant?"

"You haven't eaten in a long time."

After his mouth was filled with paste, Latobis spoke vaguely. He turned to look at Tigray, only to find that the ensign just shook his head and concentrated on stroking the scar on his chest, where it should have been. There is a closely guarded pocket that contains Tigray’s letters from home, a link to his past.

Latopis didn't say much. He opened a can and placed it next to Tigray. Then he opened another can for himself and stuffed as much food as possible into his mouth. At this time, his My heart felt relaxed like never before.

Yes, relaxed and comfortable.

Since their original defensive position was breached last night, Latopis and Tigray were running like headless flies in the desert. They did not dare to take the slightly flatter roads, and only dared to travel in the barren mountains and harsh waters. Trekking hard, the two cannon fodders almost fled for their lives. They relied on the touch of the stars and wind to barely discern the direction, ate the last food and water in a daze, and hid together in the shadow of the huge rocks to take a nap. , or avoid the search of Ran Dan fighter planes cruising in the sky.

Finally, after almost fifteen Terra standards, just when Lathobis was considering whether to throw away the gun to reduce weight, they saw the big river and the bridge.

The sergeant almost forgot what happened next. He vaguely remembered that they ran towards the position roaring like crazy savages, and then were pushed down to the sand by the panicked defenders. Then there were countless people, countless pairs of pupils, and countless mouths. , appeared, flashed, and spoke around him one after another, making his already not sober mind become even more groggy.

When he remembered again, he was already sitting in a room, opposite the bridge's supreme garrison commander. Latobis even saw a tall warrior standing in the shadow of the room.

Oh my God, it's the Angel of Death. This is the first time he's been so close to them.

The garrison commander took the trouble to ask many questions, such as names, numbers, units, experiences in the past twenty-four Terra standards, etc. Lathobis was able to answer some of them, but the rest could only shake his head numbly.

But he remembered that when he told his troops and positions, the commander's face showed uncontrollable surprise.

"Highland No. 42 was broken through by the enemy around five o'clock last night..."

He heard the commander murmuring.

"No one from the 33rd regiment stationed inside escaped."

Only then did Lathobis finally remember in his chaotic mind that he was a member of that army, stationed in the so-called highland position, but this was no longer important. He recalled what he had done when escaping. After seeing the scenes and pictures, I was not surprised that except for the two of them, no one survived.

The angel of death seemed to nodded, and then Latopis was sent out. He was stuffed with several cans and rows of bullets. Under the leadership of a soldier, he stumbled to a new trench. , and then he found that Tigray was already waiting for him, and the second lieutenant's arms were also filled with cans and bullets.

Next, they became the stars in the trenches. From officers to non-commissioned officers to soldiers, everyone wanted to see these two [veterans] who had fought against Ran Dan's army. They came together in groups, talking all over the place. They discussed the news they knew, heard, or even guessed. During their arguments and tellings, Latobis vaguely realized what had happened.

Ran Dan's attack probably started at noon yesterday. Before their position suffered, countless fortresses and battle lines were forcibly leveled. This massacre and invasion continued until midnight before stopping for a while. At that time, there were already Most of the world has been taken over by these aliens.

Some people said that more than 500,000 people were killed by Ran Dan in yesterday's battle, and others said it was 800,000. Some even swore that they might be the last full-scale army in the world, and Ran Dan had already Killed over two million people.

The last one is obviously nonsense. Lathobis knows very well that the so-called 23rd Regiment of Kranos only has a total of more than one million people, and besides these unfortunate defense forces, there is not even a single civilian in the world.

But another topic soon occupied the center of the discussion: the soldiers in the communications class said that they heard from other regiments that at least hundreds of death angels went out in groups last night. Some people said that they were There was a fierce battle with Ran Dan's army in the largest valley on Sabis 4. It is said that they won, but some people said they lost. Anyway, what is certain is that when they came back, those who died The number of angels was obviously reduced, and Ran Dan's offensive remained strangely sluggish throughout the latter half of the night and early in the morning, and no new attack was launched.

But there are also some who say the opposite: Maybe those angels of death were defeated, and they were all caught by Ran Dan's aliens and eaten alive.

He was then dragged away by two military disciplinary officers.

After being so frightened, most people no longer wanted to continue gossiping. Latobis could finally take a good rest. He slept for a few hours and was awakened by a strong sense of hunger around three o'clock in the afternoon, and then stiffened. He straightened up and began to eat and load bullets.

Everything was actually the same as before, but Latobis felt a sense of peace of mind, a peace of mind built from safety and comfort.

He knew that this was false, a deception that obscured his self-awareness. He knew that somewhere he could not see, Ran Dan's army was rampaging, and might come here soon, making him repeat what happened yesterday.

But when he saw the many soldiers beside him, when he leaned on the thick earth fortress, he still felt at ease: he would rather not think about anything, not to think about the battle that he could not escape, not to think about Ran. Dan's terrible, just immersed in the short-term, wonderful comfort.

This feeling is really addictive.

Latobis even wanted to laugh; in fact, he felt some of the humblest joy.

And this happiness only lasted a few seconds.

Because when he raised his head again, he found strange planes appearing at the end of his field of vision.

——————

【Killing...】

No, duel.

【massacre……】

no no……

【anger……】

It should be honor, a decent fight and death!

[Ah, honor...]

Carmen rubbed his head. He felt a little uncomfortable, not physically, but mentally.

【honor……】

【duel……】

The voice seemed to have found a trick, and it began to whisper things that Carmen could not deny.

[Overlord] had a gloomy expression. It lowered its head and listened to the auxiliary officer's report: the deployment of vanguards, fighter planes, artillery positions and scientific troops.

But it didn't care at all. Its mind and chest were tortured by constant whispers, and it was constantly eager to wield the sharp blade in its hand. For a moment, it couldn't even suppress this desire.

[Swinging the knife...]

[Just wave the knife and let the donated blood flow. 】

For a moment, whether it was the nagging auxiliary officer next to it or the fools in front showing off their pitiful military power...

It can kill anyone.

It can kill them, kill all living creatures, from warriors to slaves, even its compatriots... It doesn't matter, raise the butcher knife and let the blood flow...

No, no, no!

It shouldn't be like this!

[Carmen, my child. 】

A new voice broke in arrogantly. It was the [Manipulator] who realized on the distant battle moon that there seemed to be something wrong with his most proud work.

[What’s wrong with you? Your mind is very unstable. I saw something not good around your consciousness. 】

[Overlord] narrowed his eyes.

"No, Dad, I'm fine."

【Are you sure? 】

"Yes, I'm fine. I have regained control of my body and will, just like before."

Carmen's tone was urgent, and she knew very well that once she really admitted the truth, her adoptive father would definitely take her back to the rear of the war.

What a joke!

[You'd better be fine, my child, I don't have the energy to think carefully about your words right now. 】

[Warmaster]'s voice was filled with fatigue. Even for a sorcery monster like it, controlling so many individuals is still an arduous task.

[Did you hear the whisper? my child】

[Answer truthfully, don’t lie to me. 】

"There was...but not anymore."

The whispers were still ringing in Carmen's ears.

【……All right. 】

It heard a sigh.

[Be careful of those whispers, my child, that is the most terrifying thing in the galaxy... The rulers of our race once thought they could achieve cooperation and friendship with those gods in the void, but I have seen their last appearance. 】

[If you feel something is wrong, come back immediately. 】

[Don’t lie to me, don’t lie to your father. 】

【My Carmen...】

It still wanted to say something, but its voice was getting weaker and weaker. Carmen just stood there, quietly waiting for the sound to disappear completely.

"I see."

It said, then continued to listen to the whispers in its ears.

It has learned not to hate them.

【honor……】

【duel……】

【Blood...】

It doesn't hate these words.

"Prepare to attack."

[Overlord] issued the order, and when its troops were preparing for the roar of war, [Overlord] just quietly stroked his left arm: there was a neat row of scars there, seven in total.

Whenever a great battle occurs that makes it feel satisfied and happy, it will record one.

It hopes the eighth path will arrive soon.

——————

[If you include me, there are eight people, and the winning rate will naturally be higher. 】

[Are you sure you won’t think about it again? 】

Morgan was smiling, her sweat beads glistening on her forehead and cheeks, and her wet hair stuck to her temples and neck, like a shy willow tree.

The Dark Angel just looked at her and didn't answer.

"Stay here until we come back."

He said, and then walked out, leaving Morgan looking at the anti-psychic devices in the room: these things together may really make an Alpha as vulnerable as a mortal.

But they didn't affect Morgan's thoughts at all.

She could feel that Ran Dan's army was rushing towards them like hungry locusts, and they had to face 20,000 garrison troops stationed in a strong fortress, as well as eight Dark Angels who came out of Terra: they Each one of them is more dangerous than the 20,000 mortals put together.

On the other side, she felt the friendly atmosphere of four small people. They were trudging extremely hard in the strong wind, and it seemed that it would take some time to arrive.

Morgan nodded his chin and began to think about whether he should intervene casually to ensure that his favorite characters would not miss this drama.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a strange aura, a scream of extreme danger and tension, constantly reminding her to retreat and give up.

And her instinct was to bar her teeth and roar at something, a roar out of fear rather than anger.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, but she saw a crimson fog in the ocean of soul: it had no purpose or thought, as if it was just attracted by the atmosphere of war and destruction lingering on the bridge, and was drawn from reality. From the cracks with nothingness came one after another, emitting a kind of laughter like a bull and a big hound, just like the most cruel king laughing loudly for the blood dripping in the arena.

She could even see the mist slowly approaching her, surrounding and showing off like arrogant snakes.

Morgan's face was cold, and she tentatively stretched out a psychic tentacle that could be cut off at any time, reaching into the crimson mist.

Then……

Then they avoided her in disgust.

…

Gan.