Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Witnessing the charge of the Space Wolves is a thrilling experience.

But facing the wolves in battle can make the bravest warrior fall into an ice cave.

With Leman Russ taking the lead, three entire companies of wolves rushed down from the city walls on the top of Phoenix Cliff, tearing the King of Shrike and their court into pieces, among the meadows, mountain roads and the bottom of the cliff. , full of randomly discarded stumps and broken arms, witnessing the surging edge of the Space Wolves Legion.

The descendants of Leman Russ pushed down the symbol of power of these kings, the blue torch that was said to be eternal. The rubble was ruthlessly crushed with their iron boots, and the strange blue flame began to appear. It spread across the entire mountain, driving every hider under the blades of the wolves, until the sharp claws of the wild wolves, the spreading sea of ​​fire, and the gurgling river of blood formed a wave that pounced on the Thousand Sons Legion.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

Ahriman could hear a prayer in his own throat, followed by a low groan of extreme disgust. At this time, he was standing with his theoretical brothers, blocking the golden doorway of the library. Not far away is the increasingly clear breathing sound of the descendants of Leman Russ: even based on the most conservative estimates, the number of wild wolves is at least ten times that of the Thousand Sons.

The war was extremely disparate, but Ahriman did not feel afraid. The courage in his heart had already been accumulated to an amazing level unconsciously, and the Thousand Sons warriors standing beside him were not afraid either: in fact Carrying an almost naive arrogance that Ahriman could not understand, they stood tall and stood in the way of the wolves' charge.

Whether it's Hathor on Ahriman's left, who has always been so proud, or Phosistaka on his right, who always appears as a "silent doer", their souls are all prouder than Ahriman's. Hundreds of times more: both because of their confidence in their own strength and because the Primarch is behind them, and more likely both.

In any case, as Magnus walked into the battle, this conflict seemed inevitable: Fusistaka of the Falcon School commanded his warriors to raise a force field shield, Use this invisible method to help them block the charging pace of the wolves.

Behind them, Hathor of the Bright Feather School was also clamoring to teach those Space Wolves a bloody lesson: he and his subordinates accumulated bursts of electric energy and thunderstorms in the palms of their hands, which were directed at the blood vessels. The attack was enough to knock the Astartes to the ground.

Even enough to...

"Kill them?"

"What are you thinking, Hathor!"

Ahriman frowned, and he casually waved a burst of psychic energy, blasting Hathor's proud current into powder: This scene attracted the attention of many people, including the original Magnus. , even Hathor himself was stunned and forgot to answer for a moment.

The people present are all elites in the Thousand Sons Legion. They all know that as the leader of the Bright Feather School, Hathor is arrogant and arrogant to the point of being intolerable to others, but his strength and swordsmanship are unquestionable: and He was definitely not careless just now.

"You...you...what do you mean!"

As the person involved, Hathor was stunned for a full two or three seconds before he reacted after being reminded by his deputy Hastur. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ahriman, but the newly stored electric energy in his hand could not be fired. come out.

"This is not war: this thing in your hand is deadly."

Ahriman remained calm.

"Have your men weaken them or there's going to be a real war here."

"This place is originally..."

"Listen to him, Hathor."

Before he finished speaking, Magnus's voice came from the center of the queue.

"In addition, you all listen, my children, don't kill anyone. Bloodshed and death are two completely different concepts. Since this is not a war initiated by us, we do not need to be responsible for the death of the Space Wolves. : I know you can kill them with a wave of your hand, but your stupidity won’t cost them their lives.”

The words of the original body caused a burst of arrogant laughter in the Thousand Sons Array, and the fatal power grid was reluctantly weakened. Ahriman took the opportunity to squeeze to the side of the original body, and the wolves were only a hundred meters away from them. Distance, the only good news is that Leman Russ is not among them.

Well, not yet.

Ahriman grinned. He could actually feel where the Wolf King was. Apart from Magnus, he was the only one in the entire Thousand Sons Legion who could do this: all other battle brothers would be killed by Fenris. The king's crazy psychic roar tore it into pieces.

Ahriman laughed at his incompetent brothers in his heart, but soon, he no longer had the mind to think about it: because the smell of half-dried blood was attacking his nasal cavity, followed by sweat and The ferocious hair.

The sons of Russ huddled together, they banged each other's shields, and sang ugly songs in unison. In front of him were the four-legged giant wolves they had raised in captivity. These beasts, like their master, had revealed their choices. And with a terrifying smile on his face, even though he knew there were all kinds of obstacles, he still crashed into the Thousand Sons' position without hesitation.

"Will you take action, my lord?"

In the last seconds before the conflict broke out, Ahriman lowered his voice and offered one last hope to his primarch.

"certainly."

Magnus nodded, but Ahriman couldn't see the look on his face.

"Both Russ and his wolf pack must learn to respect us: I can tolerate him killing my offspring by mistake, but I cannot tolerate his wolf cubs actually having the guts to charge at me!"

Magnus gritted his teeth.

"We must defeat them, and then these beasts will know to keep their tails between their legs!"

The Primarch's voice was stern, leaving Ahriman speechless. He turned to put all his strength into the front line, because the conflict between the two legions had begun, and the contest of brute force and will had come to the world. The collision between the Astartes was the most magnificent in the galaxy.

The defensive section chosen by the Thousand Sons Legion was a narrow road near the library, where only about a hundred people could be deployed. Behind the leaping lightning net was a void wall array that was enough to cause air distortion: the four-legged giant wolves were the first to hit this line of defense, and the lightning of the Bright Feather School ruthlessly retaliated.

Victory came quickly. In just four or five seconds, dozens of four-legged beasts were devoured by death and pain. Electricity ignited flames on their fur, and large chunks of burnt fur fell with the corpses: most of the beasts rolled back in embarrassment, while the craziest ones fell on the last stretch of the road to the Thousand Sons, until the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of burning.

The real wild wolves rushed over with this smell of burning. Their armor was blackened by the ether fire, and the ice on the axe blade melted together, revealing a sharp edge that could cut hair: these wild men shattered the electric grid and flames with their roars, raised their shields, and slammed fiercely with the force field shields of the Thousand Sons.

"This is crazy..."

Ahriman whispered: Although he had witnessed more than one Apocalypse War, and although he had experienced a battle field that was ten thousand times more magnificent than this, it was not even one-tenth as shocking as the scene in front of him.

The war of the Astartes brought a kind of soul shock, a shudder that could be seen from a single leaf: these warriors were allies fighting side by side not long ago, but in an instant they had become enemies against each other, and they were all willing, and they all wanted to defeat the brothers in battle from the bottom of their hearts.

This is really... really...

"Hold on!"

Without the Primarch speaking, Fusistarka, who was standing at the forefront, issued an absolute order with his gloomy voice, and hundreds of warriors and their invisible shields took a step forward, colliding fiercely with the piercing steel in the ear-torturing friction sound, burning in the real universe and the ether field at the same time.

In the first few seconds, the Thousand Sons were pushed back step by step by the howling of the Space Wolves, until the narrow battlefield successfully limited the power of the latecomers, and the hundreds of pioneers in the front could not get help from the thousands of comrades behind them, but gradually lost their center of gravity because of the pushing and shouting behind them.

No matter how furious they were, they could not make the Thousand Sons retreat half a step.

Ahriman also joined the battle. He faced the other Wolf Lord directly and immobilized him with just one hand. Then he drew out his energy and began to look around, completely ignoring the helpless and furious expression of the Wolf Lord on the other side.

No one from either the Thousand Sons or the Wild Wolf drew their swords and guns, and this battle did not really leave blood: this scene made Ahriman feel relieved, but then his neck was strangled again, because when the Thousand Sons of the Falcon School stabilized the battle line, it was the turn of the Bright Feather School to play.

"End this farce."

Magnus' voice was as emotionless as a skeleton, but the lightning of the Bright Feather School was more terrifying than their father: the invisible force pierced into the body of the Wild Wolf like a needle. Ahriman watched the results of the battle caused by Hathor and others from the psychic field.

From the wolf lord to the soldiers, the neurotransmitters were first blocked by the electric current, which deviated the impulse signals in the brain. Then the blood in the lungs was quickly deoxygenated, the limbs began to tremble violently, and the myocardium had fibrotic convulsions, until they fell one after another like babies who could not stand.

In just a breath, even the wolf lord was twitching extremely unwillingly, and he did not pose any threat at Ahriman's feet.

"Control it! Hathor!"

Ahriman shouted loudly, but his fighting brothers turned a deaf ear, and more desperate things came later: because the wolf pack in the distance was still charging without knowing it, those wild wolves that were paralyzed on the ground and unable to stand up were soon squeezed under the brothers behind them.

The squeezers who saw what happened certainly did not want to do this, but the brothers behind them were still moving forward in a daze: things like group trampling, once it breaks out, cannot be controlled at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, Magnus, who had been silent for a long time, finally took action.

The Primarch waved his hand, and the violent psychic hurricane swept through the arrays of the Thousand Sons and the Space Wolves at the same time. It was a power that Ahriman could only look up to, but it made him very uncomfortable: because Magnus's hurricane contained countless wild aether molecules that were colliding everywhere, Ahriman had to passively absorb a part of it. Even if it was only a small part, it made him feel that his power was a little out of control.

But beside him, other Thousand Sons warriors were perceiving in ecstasy, gaining new power from their father: Ahriman did not think that their tolerance limit would be higher than his own, which meant that the energy in these people's bodies was more or less overloaded.

This familiar prefix gave him a creepy feeling.

But on the other side, the already huddled wolves were naturally not as relaxed as the Thousand Sons were now: Magnus's hurricane did rescue them, and the situation that was originally moving forward was directly and forcibly reversed by the hurricane. Hundreds of people Thousands of wild wolves flew backwards uncontrollably, and their bodies slid on the ground for more than ten meters, allowing the squeezed pioneers at the front to barely save their lives.

But out of spite, even these guys who were already powerless, Magnus made them roll some distance away.

At least two thousand children of Leman Russ were writhing in pain on the ground, tearing pain attacking their limbs and bones, but none of them were fatal: Magnus watched leisurely as he was defeated in an instant Thousand Lives Wild Wolf, filled with unspeakable pride in his heart.

"Looking at all the original bodies, how many can do this?"

Magnus's voice reached Ahriman's ears, but the latter had no time to care. Instead, he worked hard to force out the uncontrolled ether molecules in his body: unlike Hathor next to him, The others were arbitrarily dividing themselves in the sea of ​​souls with expressions of enjoyment.

There's something wrong with these powers...

Ahriman murmured in his heart. He looked at the other Thousand Sons who were intoxicated with power, especially those from the Bright Feather School. They absorbed more than anyone else. Then, he looked at the unwilling wolves on the ground. , his eyes finally came to the mountains in the distance.

Those blue flames were still spreading all over the mountains and fields. It was difficult to explain why they burned so vigorously, but these wildfires did shoot straight into the sky like giants, making Ahriman's heart become more and more gloomy for no reason.

At this time, the Scarlet King walked up to the Wolf Lord unhurriedly. None of the two to three hundred Thousand Sons behind him fell down, and there were not even scars on their bodies. However, the wild wolf that was ten times that number had been temporarily lost. increased combat effectiveness.

After such a great victory, the primarch pretended to be unintentional and spoke.

"You've crossed the line, you wolf cub."

"Didn't my reckless brother tell you about the existence of boundaries?"

"..."

The Wolf Lord gritted his teeth, and he forcibly commanded every bone in his body to support him to raise his head and look at the original body: Magnus disliked the Wolf Lord's offense, but soon, he no longer cared about these small things. .

Because along with the Wolf Lord's gloomy grin, a particularly manic force has been rushing here from the edge of Magnus and Ahriman's perception.

Wolf King!

At that moment, Ahriman felt that he couldn't breathe, and he rushed to Magnus's side desperately.

"The Wolf King is coming, father!"

"……I know."

The arrogance that hung on Magnus's face a second ago has disappeared, replaced by the entanglement of clenched teeth: It only took a few seconds, and the figure of Leman Russ had already appeared in their eyes. The outline grew larger with every breath, and the most arrogant Thousand Sons trembled because of it.

"Father……"

Ahriman opened his mouth. He didn't know what he should say now: Propose reconciliation between Magnus and Leman Russ? Not to mention whether Magnus can let go of his pride, Leman Russ obviously would not agree at this time.

The Wolf King was standing not far away. He stopped at first, as if analyzing what was going on here. Then, a hoarse sound came from the Wolf King's throat. Ahriman couldn't understand what it meant. But the wild wolves who fell on the ground immediately stood up and gritted their teeth to make way for a wide road.

He wants to...

The Wolf King had already taken a heavy shield from his side. He narrowed his eyes, aimed at the Falcon School's force field shield array, and finally rushed over silently: This move caused the Thousand Sons who were holding the shield to lose their legs. Trembling, they never dreamed that they would actually have to fight against a Primarch!

Although it seems that Leman Russ just wanted to save his children.

"grown ups……"

Ahriman spoke dryly, and was answered by Magnus' sigh.

"too late."

The Scarlet King's face was filled with an emotion that Ahriman couldn't explain: it was like the fear being revealed, the fear and cowardice that followed the ebbing tide after the impulse and revenge were satisfied.

"he came."

The Primarch whispered as the Wolf King rushed in front of them.

Before Vsistaka even had time to shout out his command, his array was casually overwhelmed by the Wolf King: Leman Russ only slightly increased his speed before charging, organized by hundreds of Thousand Sons elites. The force field shield fell apart like paper.

Then, the hurricane carried by the original figure, Forsyth, and his warriors could not even stand still, and fell to the left and right, followed by Hathor and his arrogant swordsmen, who also rolled down When he reached the side, the ether molecules that had just been absorbed into his body were vibrating in his blood like boiling water: Ahriman could clearly feel this. He even heard that many Thousand Sons warriors were in pain due to the overload of power in their bodies. The moans coming out.

A not-so-pleasant memory struck Ahriman's mind.

It was then that Magnus took action.

The Scarlet King stepped forward to block Leman Russ before the Thousand Sons' array was torn to pieces. He stretched out a hand, and the fingertips were filled with spiritual energy fluctuations that made Ahriman's hair stand on end. He smacked him directly. The angry chest of the Wolf King.

Then……

Then, in Ahriman's eyes as if he had seen a ghost, overwhelming power erupted from Magnus's fingertips. That was something Ahriman could never do even if he burned his own soul: the source of power. In the deepest part of the subspace, it caused the mountains to shake, caused the blue flames on the mountain tops to dance around, and caused the gods in the void to roar.

…

The Wolf King was hit.

…

The Wolf King... was knocked away!

It only took a moment. Before anyone could even blink, the king of Fenris had been knocked away. He stayed in the air for hundreds of meters before falling on the distant sand dunes and rolled awkwardly. Circle, a painful roar came from the throat.

"!"

Ahriman opened his mouth.

"This...this...this..."

——————

[What the hell is going on? 】

On the other side of the world, Morgan, who was undergoing a surrender ceremony, suddenly raised his head, his brows locked together, and a curse word came out of his mouth involuntarily: Everyone present was stunned.

"...What's wrong, sir?"

Finally, the bold Guards Chief took a step forward. He noticed that his genetic mother had turned pale and was staring in one direction: that seemed to be the area responsible for Magnus and the Thousand Sons Legion. .

Morgan ignored him and she murmured as if to herself. Lana leaned closer and finally heard the words of the original body clearly.

【……what happened……】

【Why...hiss...】

[Magnus...that guy...]

【When did he become so strong? 】

After pondering for a while, the Spider Queen controlled her expression. She smiled and apologized to the surrendering officers, and then had them led down without any explanation. She stood there and continued to think silently for a while.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Rana asked again.

[It’s Magnus: He just suddenly burst out with a strong force: I can guarantee that he has never been able to exert such a powerful force before, and that kind of power even goes beyond the scope of the original body...]

[…No, I have to go take a look. 】

"Are you going right away?"

[No, don't be too hasty: I don't want to be stuck in the middle of the battlefield. 】

After saying that, the Spider Queen waved in the other direction, and a giant shrike that had just been tamed by her flew over and lowered its neck to the original body: Morgan snapped his fingers and transformed himself into a mortal form, He easily mounted the position on the Shrike, then looked at another position behind him and thought for a moment.

Then she waved.

[Come up, Rana. 】

[You come with me. 】

"...Understood, sir."

Lana was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly responded. Before setting off, he turned to look at the other original bodyguards: there was malice in their eyes when they looked at him.

The head guard nodded.

"I will let you know when I get there: you can find a way to get here quickly."

"..."

Malice was successfully promoted to murderous intent.

Really

——————

"Damn it!"

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Ahriman roared in his heart. He was curling up in pain. The ether energy rushing through his body made him very uncomfortable: the same was true for many Thousand Sons next to him.

The blow that Magnus knocked away Leman Russ was indeed shocking, but what followed was an irrepressible subspace energy that surged like a wave, instantly drowning the two to three hundred people standing next to it. Thousand Sons.

Ahriman was already the most vigilant and defensive among these people, but he still felt a bone-crushing pain, like an iron needle piercing his flesh along the seams of his fingernails: when he stood up with force, Body, watching the Space Wolves fall into silence because of the defeat of the Wolf King, watching the other Thousand Sons feel the same pain as him, but they have not yet learned to resist this power.

Ahriman felt that his whole body was about to be charged up. The etheric energy released by Magnus unintentionally was too much, even more exaggerated than Morgan or even the Emperor: Ahriman really couldn't understand, his When did the Gene Father become so powerful?

He seemed to be the subspace itself.

And Magnus, all this obviously exceeded his expectations: even the Scarlet King himself did not expect that he could defeat his brother so easily. He froze on the spot, his face first filled with shock, and then A strange smile, one filled with pride, surprise, and concern for the children around him.

"What happen to you guys?"

The original body walked towards Ahriman, but the shadowy subspace energy made Ahriman retreat involuntarily. Unknowingly, he began to fear his father: because at this time, those who were beside the original body were uncontrollable. There were so many ether molecules that Ahriman felt that his life, and even his soul, had been under great threat.

"Father……"

He struggled to speak, but another sense of danger came over him.

It was an unspeakable terror, with fiery pulsations of fear mixed with frenzied and out-of-control energy. Every Thousand Sons present trembled involuntarily: they were all veterans who had experienced the Prospero incident, and they were too It’s clear what this is.

Even Magnus froze on the spot after feeling this energy, as silent as a fool.

The first person to react was Ahriman, who looked at the origin of the energy. It was discovered that it was Hastur, the deputy next to Hathor: This elite of the Bright Feather School had been forced to absorb too much ether energy, and the endless subspace completely overwhelmed his will. He knelt on the ground, bright red. There was a boiling sound in his armor, and that sound made Ahriman fall into the ice cave by every Thousand Sons warrior present.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

Before he had time to think, Ahriman rushed forward like crazy, and Hathor, who was beside Hastur, had already reacted: This warrior, who was as proud as the emperor's son, had completely lost the majestic look of the past. He fell to the ground, and then crawled to his most trusted deputy on all fours, grabbing his shoulders, and there was a hint of crying in his pleading voice.

"Please... don't!"

he prayed.

"Hasta! Please! Hold on! Don't give up! No...don't!"

He cried, but the cold reality and the laughter in the subspace would not stop for this moment of brotherhood: before Ahriman could rush to Hastur's side, the exquisite armor had already been destroyed by boiling flesh and blood. The invisible tentacles were completely opened, and a real monster appeared alive in the world.

Flesh and blood mutation!

The Thousand Sons screamed as their greatest fears resurfaced, rising from the buried past.

Ahriman shook his hands. He witnessed everything that happened in front of him: Hastur's handsome face was devoured, his armor began to deform, and the body underneath was deforming rapidly and violently. The endless changes caused his breastplate to change from the center to Split in half.

The originally strong body was kneaded randomly like a ball of mud, and it was not fixed for a moment: the swollen body was covered with densely packed deformed flesh, mutated limbs and slippery tentacles, standing far away. , you can also hear the sound of air expanding inside the flesh.

"Help me...save me..."

At first, Hastur was still struggling to call for help from his brothers, but soon the sound turned into a beast-like roar and a friction sound without any logic at all: accompanied by a scream from deep in the subspace. Come, Ahriman felt his chest begin to hurt.

This is not a good sign.

Because flesh and blood mutation is a contagious disease: when Hastur was twisted alive in front of the Thousand Sons, the special energy field emanating from his body also affected other Thousand Sons warriors. The young man had fallen to his knees in despair, twisting and turning, even worse than the Space Wolf they had knocked down.

The disease spread like a virus, and Ahriman even saw that another Thousand Sons warrior had vague signs of this: he knew that there was not much he could do, and he could not count on his genetic father. .

Because Magnus was still standing there like a fool.

"...forgive me, brother."

After pondering for a moment, Ahriman, whose big heart was tempered on the battlefield of Revelation, knew what he should do now: Then, the sharp blade from his waist was pulled out.

"No! Ahriman! Don't!"

Hathor's cry of prayer was thrown behind Ahriman. He drew out the blade, and the white blade flashed in mid-air. Then, Hastur's deformed head fell heavily to the ground, and Ahriman stabbed him with the knife without hesitation. Enter his body and twist it hard a few times to ensure that this disgusting monster is completely dead.

Ahriman stood there, calmly witnessing the death of his former brother. Surrounded by Thousand Sons kneeling on the ground: At this moment, Ahriman felt that he was so incompatible with the entire Fifteenth Legion, and that he was terrorizing them like an outsider.

and cruelty.

But then, he felt the nausea in his chest gradually dissipate.

saved……

temporary.

Ahriman felt no joy: for the real trouble was yet to come.

He looked into the distance.

That is the direction of the Wolf King.

…

That's right, nothing escaped Leman Russ's eyes.

The Wolf King could see clearly.

And he responded.

From a distance, Ahriman couldn't see Leman Russ's face clearly, but he could clearly see the Wolf King's next actions: the man from Fenris roared at the attendants beside him, and then, there were a few The original servant stepped forward and brought a new weapon to the Wolf King.

That is……

"hiss……"

Ahriman gasped, and he spoke the name in despair.

"That's...the Spear of Dionysus!"

"..."

It's over.

Everything is finished.