Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"We found the real thing this time."

"A brand new battle moon, without any serious damage: if it can be brought back intact to the Far Eastern Frontier, then both our Primarch and our friends on the Forge World of Riza will surely be delighted."

"But the only problem is that several greenskin warbands have made their home on our battle moon: although this treasure was indeed made by them, this behavior has undoubtedly violated the sacred sovereignty of the human empire over the entire galaxy."

"Therefore, a clean and neat special military operation is necessary: ​​we must take back this sacred land and the treasures on it that have belonged to human civilization since ancient times, give these beasts civilization and enlightenment, and take away the battle moon as a negligible reward."

"So: what do you think of this post-war summary report, Lord Kahn?"

"..."

Faced with the inquiry, the World Eater remained silent.

He stood there, concentrating on checking every detail on the battle star map. The pale blue light made the face of the son of Angron look particularly cold. After finishing, Kahn turned his head slowly, and then narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Davout's head shook him.

"I didn't know that you Dawnbreakers would be in the same league with those Word Bearers."

"What a ruthless accusation."

The sharp tone and undisguised ridicule were enough to make any descendant of the Primarch suddenly angry and draw the sword to defend the honor of his father and the Legion: but the blood of the Spider Queen may be a rare exception, after all, they are never known for their bad temper.

In fact, one of the biggest inherent impressions of the Dawnbreaker warriors, who are also Astartes, is that they are highly similar to the Salamanders, but with slightly different good tempers in details: No one will deny that the Dawnbreakers are powerful warriors, but their blades are always difficult to pull out.

This style, which is incompatible with other legions, is also one of the reasons why the Spider Queen's reputation for weakness has been criticized. Although weakness is not a purely negative evaluation for a Primarch, after all, whether it is Vulkan, Lorgar or Sanguinius, they have all received similar nicknames, but this negative factor is particularly prominent in Morgan.

Perhaps it is because of the mysterious nature of the Spider Queen herself that her few characteristics are extremely eye-catching in the eyes of the outside world, and thus she has become extremely famous and not surprising: at least the Dawnbreakers walking in the galaxy are no longer surprised by this. They have learned to restrain their temper on similar issues, rather than actively or passively dragging themselves into endless honor duels one after another.

At least, the 12th Captain of the Dawnbreaker Legion standing in front of Kahn, His Excellency Davout, who has a wide Mediterranean head, has long learned to smile in the face of others' sarcasm: this gentle attitude makes Kahn, who is coming with great momentum, a little uncomfortable. He retracted his gaze and continued to indulge in inexplicable worries.

"So, how do you Dawnbreakers plan to seize these battle moons?"

After thinking for a moment, Kahn decided to return to the topic of war. This was the only thing he could talk about with others for a long time, and the only thing that could temporarily get rid of the chaos in his heart and concentrate his attention.

"The division of labor is very clear."

Davu's voice was brisk, as if victory had already been firmly grasped in his hands: the strong military force behind him, and the not-so-difficult greenskin remnants surrounding the battle moons, gave Morgan's descendants such great confidence.

"Your fleet and landing team of the World Eaters are responsible for dealing with the remaining greenskin fleets around the battle moon. The fortifications above are handed over to our mortal auxiliary army. If you are worried, you can send people to help. We, the Dawnbreakers, will use the tactical space pulled out by the mortal auxiliary army to directly cut into the core of the battle moon. Our psychic life instrument has confirmed that the leader of the greenskins is here."

Psychic life instrument...

Kahn frowned slightly. This is another new thing he has never heard of. This situation seems to be particularly common recently: since the Emperor is preparing to divide most of the land in the galaxy to his descendants, and the actual location of the fiefdoms of the primarchs has also been quietly leaked, almost every legion has begun to have some new things that Kahn has never heard of here.

Although so far, there are no real high-end products among these so-called new things, but the signs of each legion taking different paths to adapt to local conditions have already appeared: Kahn did not rebuke this behavior in his heart, because the World Eaters Legion he belongs to is the same.

Before the Ullanor Expedition began, the Forge World that cooperated with the 12th Legion presented Kahn with a brand new product: this virtual screen that can be directly implanted into the left eyelid is simply named "Counter", which can calculate how many opponents its World Eater master has killed in a battle.

But what is really important is that this instrument has a powerful alarm function. It can always remind the World Eaters' warriors of the marching route planned before the war, or the new direction planned by the upper commanders: and when these bloodthirsty warriors fall into madness due to excessive slaughter, or delay the next combat operation, the counter will also use the sound and tingling to calm them down.

So it is a counter, but what it really pursues is the absolute efficiency behind the numbers.

But so far, Kahn has never triggered the alarm in this counter: his strong self-control is more reliable than a cold machine, even the bloody storm of Ullanor did not shake this point, not to mention the small scene in front of him.

He did not deny the Dawnbreaker's plan.

"Just do as you say."

Kahn just nodded, with some respect in his tone: although he had no connection with these Dawnbreakers, the Dawnbreakers' gene mother had made a great contribution to their original master, so the World Eaters generally had a good impression of everything in the Far Eastern Frontier, and they were even willing to suffer a little loss in getting along with each other.

Moreover, Angron had asked his descendants to try to make some changes in the Ullanor Expedition: for example, try fleet combat, which the Legion had never been good at before, or even accumulate more experience, so Kahn naturally had no reason to refuse.

"I brought 35 battleships and the best boarding team in the entire World Eaters Legion. We can handle the naval battle, but is it really okay for you to leave the entire front battlefield to the mortal auxiliary army? I don't deny their fighting power and willpower, but you should at least leave an emergency force, right?"

"I only brought three companies, and leaving 300 people to command the front is enough."

Captain Dawu's voice was full of confidence that made Kahn incredible.

"Okay, it's up to you, but if you can't hold on, remember to ask your mortal servants to send us a telegram for help: For the sake of Lord Morgan, the World Eaters Legion is still willing to fight for the Dawnbreaker Legion, even if it's just the mortals in the Dawnbreaker Legion."

"I've heard of it."

Davu nodded, and the reflection on his head made Kahn unable to open his eyes.

"I heard that in the war code of the 12th Legion, there is a requirement that the legionnaires must fight for mortals: any World Eater, at any time, cannot refuse to save the fate of the oppressed. If he dies in battle because of defeat, his fellow brothers and the Primarch will take over his cause. If he chooses to go along with the oppressors, the nobles in the legion will hunt him to the ends of the earth, and the Primarch and his fellow soldiers will spit on him forever."

"This is an iron law."

When mentioning the war code set by Angron himself, Kahn's voice was cold and ruthless.

"No one will violate it."

The Dawnbreaker standing beside him narrowed his eyes in a playful manner.

"When mentioning Lord Angron, you seem to be a little excited, Kahn?"

Kahn was silent for a while, and he told the truth in a self-destructive way.

"I am his first captain and his aide-de-camp, but now I am in Ullanor, the northernmost part of the galaxy, leaving my Primarch in the south of the galaxy: I have never been so far away from my Primarch, and I have never been away from my duties for so long."

"Relax."

Davu patted Kahn on the shoulder, pretending not to see the latter's annoyance.

"You should believe in the Primarch's ability, but it is normal for an aide-de-camp like you to have such anxiety: Lord Lana of our legion is the same. When he is sent out by the Primarch to perform official tasks, he is always particularly irritable. He always worries that no one can execute the Primarch's will as well as he does or stay with the Primarch to protect her."

"I am different from him."

Kahn shook his head firmly.

"My concerns are real. After I left the Primarch, the World Eaters Legion I was in really lacked a person who could temporarily replace me: my brothers could not fulfill their responsibilities at all. They were loyal but incompetent. Margo might be good, but he still has a long way to go before he can grow up."

(Margo: Captain of the 18th Company of the World Eaters Legion in the original book. After Angron asked the entire legion to be nailed with the Butcher's Nail, he led some followers to resist Angron's tyranny and planned to push him back to Terra for trial by the Emperor. He was then killed by Kahn.)

"Larner said so too..."

Davu complained in a low voice. He just felt that these guys, as well as the aides or captains of each Primarch, were always similar in character: they always felt that the Primarch would become less safe when he left them, and in many cases they would passively and disguisedly despise the abilities of their brothers in the legion.

Such people are often hated, but other brothers will admire them very much.

But...

"You became the captain of the first company?"

The Dawnbreaker was a little surprised.

"Sorry, forgive me for being blunt, but I remember that the World Eaters Legion did not suffer any huge losses during this period: what about those Terra veterans who were in front of you? Shouldn't the captain of the first company be Sir Gale?"

"They have other responsibilities."

Kahn waved his hand, silently calculating the time when the last follow-up fleet would arrive: only when all the ships were in place could they start the next battle plan, and counting down for the next important thing in his heart was a habit that Kahn had developed since before he met the Primarch again.

"You should know that the Emperor gave our Lord Angron a new fiefdom in the south of the Milky Way, but Lord Angron prefers to call it the [Red Sand Protectorate]: It is a very vast land, spanning the two boundaries of the Storm Segmentum and the Far East Segmentum. In the east, it is connected to Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds, and in the west is the garrison area of ​​the Raven Guards. The northern outpost reaches the Great Whirlpool area and is a neighbor of the Salamanders."

"However, Lord Angron has no interest in ruling the territory, and we lack corresponding governor allies. We can only let those veterans who participated in the Unification War on Terra Transfer to the reserve, and then select talents for ruling from the mortal servants: after all, these veterans have personally participated in the process of the Empire's establishment of rule on Terra, and they can still put forward some valuable suggestions. "

"Aren't you also a Terra veteran?"

"My talent is not here: Before transferring to the reserve, Lord Gale personally recommended me to Lord Angron to take over the position of the first company commander vacant after his retirement. This proposal was unanimously passed by the Legion Council, which happened a few months ago."

"Well, congratulations."

Davu nodded, but he was thinking about something else in his mind.

Reserve?

Davu certainly knew what this word meant. For a soldier, it was nothing more than transferring from the front-line troops to the rear: if it was in the past, Davu would never believe that this word could be associated with Astartes warriors, but Lord Morgan seemed to have done similar experiments decades ago.

Aren't Terran veterans like Marshall and Hawthorne transferred to the reserve to stabilize the Far Eastern frontier? How come the various legions and the Primarchs are now just imitating Morgan's original actions: As for what kind of impact this imitation will have on the entire Astartes Group...

"Hmm..."

Davu couldn't think of it.

But it shouldn't be a bad thing: ruling the mortal world is not a trap.

The Dawnbreaker thought for a while until he found that Kahn had left, the fleet of the World Eaters Legion had all arrived, and the Dawnbreaker's mortal auxiliary army was ready to go: Morgan's son shook his head in confusion and forced himself to enter the state of war.

"Tell our mortal legion."

Before the war began, Davu deliberately conveyed the Primarch's personal order to ensure that every mortal auxiliary army could hear it with their own ears.

"Tell them that even in war, they must restrain their troops and not lose themselves in massacres and so-called purification activities: no troops are allowed to carry out massacres without authorization, and no horrific message similar to that of the Word Bearers Legion is allowed to be left on this land."

"That's right: even against greenskins."

"Tell them that they are the proud defense army of the Far East Frontier."

"Not the disturbing so-called [Crusaders] under the Word Bearers."