Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill people but difficult to dismember them.

For the soldiers of the Empire, this problem is equally thorny. It only takes one bullet to kill the enemy of the Empire, but it takes more energy to wipe the corpse off the Emperor's land: especially when you are still fighting with more enemies.

As an excellent old employee who has been working diligently on the skull assembly line of the Empire for more than a hundred years, Kahn from the World Eaters Legion has some opinions on this issue: he can always keep his thinking divergent in battle, fully mobilize the remaining subjective initiative, and let the corpse of the enemy realize reemployment after life is laid off.

It can be said that the merits are immeasurable.

For example, those corpses that have not yet completely cooled down can be mixed with the free rubble at hand, and the viscosity of blood can be used to form a temporary fortification. The Astartes all say it is good.

In other words, if there is no time to refill the explosives, many completely cold and hard corpses can be used as javelins to shoot down those Shrike Knights who have ill intentions: these simple and easy-to-understand daily life tips have long been integrated into the gene array of all World Eaters.

Of course, everything has some potential negative effects: for example, when you have just led your team to capture a fortress and are piling up the enemy's corpses that have not yet cooled down into fortifications, intending to launch a defensive counterattack, you find that the dead comrades have come out of the trenches at the back, holding up the white chess pieces, and are about to talk to you about surrender.

In this case, the corpses in your hands that have just been folded up and not refilled together seem a little embarrassing: especially when you realize that the surrenderer and the dead in your hand are obviously acquainted, and they seem to have a good relationship.

Now, Kahn has encountered this problem by chance.

But fortunately, his usual expressionless face made the surrenderers dare not say anything. After a heavy cough, Kahn asked his subordinates behind him to check whether this guy was carrying any weapons: he did not think that his behavior was so trivial.

You know, not long ago, when the famous Primarch Ferrus was commanding the Battle of Gardenar, he was careless and allowed the opponent's envoy to come to him without checking when he had the upper hand. As a result, he almost capsized in the ditch and was blown to death on the spot by the envoy who was determined to die.

However, some of the Iron Hands present were not so lucky. They had to be forced to undergo another flesh and blood transplant operation: but this time there was no anesthesia.

What's more ridiculous is that this is not the only joke that Ferrus and his legion made in the Battle of Gardenar. The Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion, who had an absolute advantage, made the whole war extremely ugly and dragged.

It's not that Ferrus didn't take it seriously, on the contrary, he took it too seriously: Gorgon had decided early on to regard the recovery of Gardenar as the final word in his campaign for Warmaster, so this pure militant Primarch, this time, wanted to show his political mind in the war.

This decision was as ridiculous as Morgan's desire to lose weight physically.

So, the question is, does Ferrus really have political mind?

Just look at his home planet, which is still unified in name only, and the Iron Hands Legion, which is as broken as a hydra. If Ferrus doesn't personally support it, it will immediately fight among itself or even fight.

As a result, the entire Battle of Gardenar eventually turned into a farce that would make any spectator's blood pressure soar: Ferrus was hesitant, the Tenth Legion fought and stopped, Gardenar's military strength was more or less beyond the original expectation, and Ferrus's political fantasy of "peaceful solution" always lingered in his mind, and Ferrus's... squandering of the Ultramarines Company that came to support...

In short, fortunately, the Empire had two legions in this battle, and they happened to be the Emperor's Children and Iron Hands Legions, which had the best cooperation. Fortunately, Ferrus finally turned to the violent route at the last moment, and his military command ability has never been offline.

The storm of the Tenth Legion finally swept across Gardenar, but under the glory was unimaginable huge pain.

As a member of the World Eaters, Kahn did not know what kind of pain the Iron Hands had paid in this battle. After all, the Twelfth Legion had never paid much attention to the affairs of other brother legions: Generally speaking, the World Eaters were a legion that tended to be isolated and introverted.

But from another piece of news, Kahn could get a glimpse of the situation: Ferrus, who was originally determined to take the position of Warmaster and was regarded as Horus's biggest competitor, announced after this battle that he had given up the competition for Warmaster because he thought he was not suitable for this position.

Kahn didn't feel anything about this, but he heard that Horus immediately drove his horse to the Tenth Legion after learning that Ferrus had voluntarily given up the election for Warmaster: The Primarch of the Luna Wolves had just finished his visit to the Salamanders Legion, and he was like a hound with a keen sense of smell, looking for any good opportunity to secure his position as Warmaster.

Kahn did not comment. He certainly respected the great Horus, but if he was asked to choose the most suitable candidate for the Warmaster, it must be his greater genetic father Angron: every Astartes would choose his own father, just as every Astartes believed that their Primarch was the strongest of all Primarchs.

Yes, even the Ultramarines or Word Bearers would think so.

With the same pride, Kahn witnessed the whole process of Angron's meeting with the officers, and his company was scattered around to serve as a barrier: the Void King fought side by side with Kahn's 4th Assault Company in this battle. Only the unlucky Kargos did not get this honor, because he was thrown to guard the surrendered prisoners with the auxiliary troops behind the legion.

For the Astartes, this safe position is a humiliation and punishment.

The entire surrender ceremony took no more than five minutes. With the officers of the Shrike breaking their swords and kneeling before the Lord of the World Eaters to show their submission, the fierce offensive of the 12th Legion ended in an instant. Kahn also reached out to wipe the blood on the blue and white armor, not caring about the aching scars.

He paid more attention to the Primarch attendant who was running from the other direction, because his report made Angron change his face. The Void King sat there and pondered for a while, and then waved to his most trusted officer.

Kahn stepped forward.

"Listen to me, Captain of the Fourth Company."

Angron frowned.

"My blood relative Morgan just sent me a request. She hopes that I can send a troop to support her 11th Company, which is the company led by Hector, because we are the second closest to them, and the descendants of Magnus obviously do not intend to send troops, so we can only come."

"Understood."

Kahn nodded.

"Are we going to attack somewhere?"

"No, you just need to go and help defend: the Dawnbreakers need a large reinforcement to force the residential area in front of them to completely give up resistance. The number of troops they have is not enough to deter the enemy, so your company needs to hold the scene now."

"I'll go now."

Just as Kahn was about to leave, Angron seemed to have thought of something again?

"By the way..."

"Take the pharmacist under your command who made a mistake with you, and tell him, the fourth captain, for me: I will not tolerate him making the same mistake again, he'd better throw the word "absolute blood" out of his mind!"

"Your mercy, sir."

Kahn hesitated for a moment, and he accepted the order reluctantly.

Afterwards, the fourth captain quickly gathered all the troops: as a force with obviously overstaffed troops, Kahn's fourth assault company had more than a thousand soldiers, equivalent to the two companies of the Dawnbreakers, which indirectly reflected the good development of the World Eaters in these years.

The number of soldiers of the 12th Legion has already exceeded 100,000, and is currently advancing towards the mark of 130,000. The Dawnbreakers have only about half of their strength, and the Ultramarines are twice as many as the World Eaters.

At the very least, when Kahn's company advances horizontally along the front, he will find that the entire battlefield is full of World Eaters warriors, either escorting prisoners or slaughtering towns that refuse to surrender: in such a scene, the residential area surrounded by the Dawnbreakers is so conspicuous.

However, after Kahn's company blocked the last gap outside the city wall, the determination of the resistance still collapsed, and they soon opened the door to surrender to the Imperial army: when Kahn saw the leader of the other side, he realized why the Dawnbreakers must use peaceful means to solve this elegant place.

The surrenderer walking in the front was obviously dressed as a scientist. Through his conversation with Hector, the World Eaters learned that this man was the most important biological expert on the entire Shrike. Those giant raptors that could tear open power armor and kill Astartes warriors were the works cultivated by this man and the scientific research team behind him.

Kahn recalled the comrades who died tragically under the claws of the eagles. He hesitated whether to shoot this guy in the head, but then he remembered Angron’s teachings and saw the Dawnbreakers’ friendly eyes: the World Eater finally decided to keep silent, and he ruthlessly crushed the desire to kill in his heart.

And Ahriman, who came to [monitor] the Dawnbreaker, remained silent with him, but when Kahn stayed to assist, Ahriman had to turn around and leave: after all, he also had things to do in the Thousand Sons Legion.

When he left, Ahriman could hear Hector behind him, trying to keep a kind smile, and extending an invitation to the trembling biologist: an invitation directly from Morgan.

"Well, sir."

The Dawnbreaker bent down, trying to make himself look more approachable.

"Are you interested in learning about our Avalon's technology immigration policy?"

...

Following the guidance of his heart, Ahriman advanced on the chaotic battlefield. When the war reached its end, it was even more chaotic than when it just started. Even the Primarchs could not accurately determine the position of each company in the mixed front.

The distance from the residential area to the library was not far, but Ahriman also spent at least half an hour: he was forced to be involved in three battles, and successively rescued sixteen World Eaters, four Dawnbreakers and even three Space Wolves, as well as six thousand mortal auxiliary troops who were caught in a bitter battle.

Finally, Ahriman met his old acquaintance on Avalon on a battlefield full of fighter and raptor carcasses: it was a mixed armored brigade of the Queen's Guards. Ahriman had fought side by side with them many times. The commanders of heavy vehicles such as Storm Lords, Poison Blades, Shadow Swords and Modified Brutal Blades planned a correct route for Ahriman after a few words.

Then, he took a Thunderbolt heavy fighter belonging to the Queen's Guards and successfully arrived at the location of the Thousand Sons Legion: Thanks to the higher field of vision, Ahriman saw all the details in front of the library clearly. The pilot of the fighter was also Ahriman's comrade-in-arms and obeyed his small request.

In the sky, Ahriman was first surprised that there were so few fighting brothers left in front of the library. It seemed that there were less than two or three hundred people. Fortunately, their genetic father Magnus was among them.

But soon, Ahriman realized Magnus's plan: the Primarch put most of the strength of the legion into the library to rescue the classics. He was confident that with these two or three hundred troops, he could stop the aggressive Space Wolves.

Judging from the number alone, Ahriman did not think this would be a good idea.

Because farther away, at least two thousand Space Wolves were looking for the fleeing Shrike dignitaries, rolling towards the large library occupied by the Thousand Sons Legion, obviously wanting to go in and search it thoroughly: but Magnus and his descendants had already regarded this sacred place as their own forbidden food, and they were destined not to agree to any request of the Wolves.

It was crazy: they were comrades not long ago, why did they become enemies now?

Ahriman had no time to be surprised. He urged his mortal friend to put him down and rushed to the array of the Thousand Sons before it was too late: Magnus ignored him because he was kneeling in front of a dozen Thousand Sons warriors. Ahriman recognized that these people were all from the Sky Owl School.

"What happened, my lord?"

Ahriman was a little surprised because he found that most of the warriors lying down were dead, and the remaining souls were also severely injured: Magnus looked at all this with a sullen face, and he nodded solemnly to Ahriman.

"It was Leman Russ: my brother who always fell into madness."

"Obviously, but when he realized that some of the dignitaries of Shrike had escaped from his battle axe, my brother let out a roar from his soul, and the huge power swept across the vast ocean on this side: these Sky Owl School warriors were performing mind reading or psychic communication operations at the time, and their unfortunate souls were shattered alive by Leman Russ's roar."

At this point, a trace of contempt appeared on Magnus' face.

"That Leman Russ, he always claimed that he didn't have psychic powers, and told me about the magical natural power of Fenris, and this tragedy is a strong proof: this wild wolf is also a spiritual creature, and he has been miserably deceiving himself all along!"

"..."

No...

Ahriman was silent, he glanced at the brothers who died tragically: Is it time to care about the essence of these primarchs now?

While muttering, he found that Magnus looked at him curiously.

"But you, Ahriman: you don't seem to feel the roar at all, and you are not affected at all?"

"Maybe I'm far away."

Ahriman was fooling around casually. Of course, he heard the roar and even predicted its arrival in advance, but the roar of the wolf king did not have much impact on Ahriman: the reason is also very funny, because Ahriman has experienced countless things more terrible than the wrath of the wolf king in the sixty years on the Far Eastern border.

If the true Queen of Psychic Power gets angry, she is not comparable to a psychic creature like Leman Russ who is a bit of a nerd.

"Maybe."

Magnus nodded, he believed this idea for the time being, and then shifted his energy to more important things: the wave of wolves was already close at hand, and Magnus's presence did not stop the reckless butchers under Leman Russ from charging. Instead, they were more excited to kill in the direction of the Primarch, and seemed to be ready to fight with the descendants of the All-Father.

"What a bunch of lunatics..."

Ahriman shook his head, not knowing whether he was mocking the Space Wolves in front of him, or worried about the Thousand Sons who dared to use one-tenth of their troops to stop the Wolves' charge: or Magnus and Leman Russ who caused all this with their own hands?

None of them were innocent.

"Go, Ahriman, stand with your brothers: we have a score to settle with Leman Russ, and I hope there won't be too much bloodshed today."

"My Lord..."

Before leaving, Ahriman looked at his Primarch with some concern.

"That's Leman Russ, the Emperor's military police..."

"Please, Ahriman."

The Great Wizard laughed.

"Are you worried: I won't be a match for that mad dog?"

"Don't worry, my child."

Magnus slowly arranged his armor, combed his long red hair back, and then began to stretch his muscles leisurely: Ahriman could hear the primarch's back creaking, which was the sound of the spine being readjusted, and the muscles in his arms were also calling for a hearty battle.

"I just need to move my fingers slightly."

"My wolf brother will never be able to stand up straight in front of me again."

"Oh... you know, Ahriman."

"I even started to pity him."

"In the face of real power, I hope he won't run away howling."