Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Magnus, the one-eyed king?"

"I haven't heard anything about him and the Thousand Sons Legion for a long time."

"Me too. In comparison, His Excellency Ahriman is more famous: throughout the empire, there are thousands of Astartes think tanks and psykers who call him their mentor. Even in the narrative There are a few lucky people in the team who can be regarded as his disciples from another generation, and they even have his portrait in the room."

Ms. Keeler is a treasure trove of these anecdotes among her colleagues. Her brain capacity, which is extremely amazing compared to ordinary people, supports her mastery of all kinds of trivial matters in the past hundred years, whether it is the Primarch or the Astartes: also It is precisely because of this [technology] that the cooperation between Qile and Mesati is perfect.

When the splendid procession of the Scarlet King and the Archangel passed under their tower, Keele was responsible for staring at every face in the procession and whispering their names and achievements. They can also get enough attention here, and Mesati quickly records everything. This information will be used for further comparison to decide who they will try to interview next.

Originally, all this was running smoothly like the furnace of the Mechanicum, until Archangel Baal on the main road, who was like a star, releasing his gentle rays at 360 degrees without blind spots, finally illuminated all living beings around him. Finally, he accidentally captured Keele and Mesati, two die-hards who were dedicated to their work.

Needless to say what happened next, the angel just raised his hand, swayed slightly, and paired it with an ordinary smile, which almost made the two battle-experienced ladies melt on the spot: Sanguinius's smile was enough to make An army of one million people fought to the death for him, and his lethality against mortals was terrifyingly high in a sense. Even more toxic than Mortarion's.

At least the poison gas can be seen and avoided.

"But the charm of this archangel is so pervasive and unstoppable."

Qile sighed softly. She took out a tissue from the side for her own use. She took out another one and handed it to Messati who also needed it. The young narrator took it blankly, not noticing the neat copywriting on his hand. , has left a scrawled tail.

"Who doesn't?"

When Sanguinius' figure completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, Mesati turned his head away belatedly, coughed softly in embarrassment, and threw the bright red paper ball into the trash next to him. In the bucket, he started to repair his copywriting with regret.

"Only now do I understand that the rumors about Angel are by no means exaggerated, and that his relationship with the Wolf Shepherd must be very good. But in turn, I have a new question. Why have I never heard of anyone? What about those who support Sanguinius becoming the Warmaster? There are even people who support the Warmaster, but no one seems to have mentioned the angel’s name.”

"He obviously..."

"Obviously it has the power to move people's hearts?"

Qile chuckled lightly.

"But seriously, I don't think I've ever heard any rumors about Warmaster Sanguinius."

"This is really strange: maybe I think he is not suitable for the position of Warmaster."

"Where else would he fit in?"

The unintentional question made the elderly narrator lady stunned for a moment. Then she involuntarily stopped her smile, squinted her eyes, and her expression became much more serious: she answered Mesati's question in a babble-like tone. .

"Think about it, little one."

"If our great Lord of Mankind is really a god walking in reality, as his descendant, Lorgar the Great Word Bearer, said, then when he sits down, isn't Sanguinius born The Archangel? The voice of the Emperor and the voice of his will, his shadow on earth."

This rather blasphemous answer made Mesati's pupils widen.

"Ms. Qile, you..."

"It's just family talk."

Qile retracted her words in time.

But her heart was bitter, lamenting her own powerlessness: ever since Qile left the Terra Palace, which had turned her whole life upside down, with the instructions of the Seal Master, she had never stopped preaching and had been experimenting with sex. to discover more obscure devotees.

Both she and Malcador wanted to know what the future was for the belief in the God-Emperor?

Qile knew that she was not the only agent sent by the Seal Master, but she doubted that she was the one with the worst results: so far, she had not developed any trustworthy devout people, although this did not undermine her at all. Due to the religious fervor of Ms. Narrator, there are more than 30 ways to spread the faith of the God-Emperor in various environments piled up in her room at all times.

Although she has not opened yet.

But people always have dreams: What if?

With such a simple idea in mind, the narrator let her eyes look towards the starport that had never stopped since just now: under the repeated calls of the Emperor and the Palmist, no matter what each primarch was thinking in his heart , they all arrived at Ullano as promised.

The scene of more than a dozen Glory Queen-class battleships and affiliated fleets gathering in the same galaxy is enough to make any reporter who is lucky enough to witness this scene excited to the point of cardiac arrest: there are more than thirty people lying in the infirmary right now.

Such a huge fleet, even in a world like Ullanor, cannot be laid down all at once. Fortunately, among these primarchs who arrived almost at the same time, there are no very difficult people to talk to. Among the blood brothers, After a moment of accommodation, the successive Stormbirds and shuttles perfectly staggered their docking times on the ground.

"Accurate to the millisecond, do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"This means that at least one of the three Perturabo, Ferus or Guilliman is in low-Earth orbit at this time. Only they have such terrifying computing power. Considering that Guilliman and Pertura Turabo must not have gotten here yet: Ferus should be next.”

A formation of iron-gray Stormbirds confirmed Ms. Qile's speculation.

"It's the Hands of Steel."

Mesati keeps murdering the film.

"Oddly enough, shouldn't they be working with the Emperor's Children?"

"I heard there were some conflicts."

Keele watched Gorgon and his iron-men-like team carving a silent path among the originally noisy crowd: the mortals who had cheered heartily beside Horus and Sanguinius were facing the iron men. When the tenth legion was completely shielded by the cold and ruthless nature behind the steel, they tightened their necks like frightened birds.

Ferrus has always been like this.

Qi Le shook his head. This Gorgon's reputation had been so bad many years ago. No wonder he couldn't choose the Warmaster. Although it was heard that he gave up on his own, Qi Le thought that this was just a mistake. A choice made for the sake of dignity after knowing that he was bound to lose.

“And I heard that after Ferus publicly announced that he would give up running for Warmaster, some conflicts arose between him and Fulgrim. Then the two of them had their own ideas on issues such as territorial governance. After that, it was said that the two sides were in a situation similar to a cold war. To be more precise, Fulgrim was unilaterally engaging in a cold war against Ferus."

"Is there no reaction from Ferus?"

"According to my fellow reporters from the Third Legion: Lord Fulgrim has just unilaterally announced in front of his heirs that he will engage in a cold war with Feth, before the people below can pass on the information. In the past, Ferus had led the Iron Ten Legion back to Medusa in the Obscure Star Territory. He was going to check out the hundred worlds that he had entrusted to him for a long time and belonged to the Iron Hand Legion. "

"I have never heard that the Iron Hands also have their own independent country?"

"This is also the first time I've heard of it."

Qile couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I heard they manage it pretty well."

"Although Ferus has never been interested in intervening in the livelihood issues of any world, including his home planet, they will choose those guys with strong abilities and decent moral character to serve as candidates based on the concept of the jungle and the most basic moral values. Planet Governor, use absolute force to ensure the security of each world."

"After more than a hundred years of development, the territories of these one hundred worlds have prospered."

"How interesting."

Messati is writing hard, and she is trying her best to record these low-key Iron Ten Legions in her writing, but sadly, except for the original body Ferrus, all the soldiers of the Tenth Legion are in the recorder. It seemed that they were all so unfamiliar: the warriors who followed the original body should be the most important and well-known heroes, but Mesadi blinked in vain, only to find that he had almost no impression of these people.

Even Ms. Qile is like this.

"Perhaps, this is the helplessness of the Iron Hands Legion. Their territory, their achievements and their heroes are all unheard of in the eyes of outsiders like us: In fact, theoretically speaking, the Tenth Legion is the most important force in the Great Crusade. One of the brightest stars yet there is so little outside intelligence about them.”

"Maybe it has something to do with Ferus's character."

Qile seemed to have thought of something happy.

"Did you know that it is said that the cold war between Lord Fulgrim and Lord Ferrus has been going on for almost five or six years, but so far it has been a completely unilateral cold war: Lord Ferrus seems to be unwilling until now. Knowing that Fulgrim was having a cold war with him, he thought Phoenix was busy with his own affairs, because he was also busy with his own affairs."

"How do you know this?"

"I have a friend who can be said to be able to speak with Ferus. He raised this issue in an interview and asked Ferus if he realized that he had not been with the Emperor's Son of the Phoenix for too long. Fighting side by side: Gorgon's answer is that it is normal for the original bodies to not see each other for ten years, and the Iron Hands Legion is not so weak that it needs to fight side by side with others. "

"..."

"Did he really say that?"

"What do you think: Phoenix has unilaterally announced that the Cold War will be extended indefinitely."

"Does Gorgon know?"

"Anyway, the Phoenix did not contact him again: and the two legions, the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands, are not as close as their original bodies, which is particularly strange. The friendship between the Phoenix and Gorgon seems to be entirely their personal matter. , but there is no personal relationship between the two legions."

"Isn't this normal?"

Mesati put down the pen and paper.

"It's the same between the Luna Wolves and the Blood Angels: close contacts between the Primarchs do not mean that there will be a strong connection between the Legions. I heard that the Emperor's Children and the Imperial Fists cooperate more closely than the Iron Hands, which can be called seamless."

"To me, there are very few Legions that can cooperate well with the Iron Hands."

"Just like in my impression, there are not many Legions that can cooperate with the Iron Warriors."

"But the Fourth Legion has gained a lot of fame and honor in these years: look at the battlefields they have ravaged, which one is not the top priority of the Great Crusade? Except for Ullanor, the Iron Warriors have participated in every important battlefield in the past twenty years."

"Although their Primarch Perturabo does not always appear in public."

"But this time is different."

Ms. Qile stood up and walked to the edge of the ancient tower so that she could see the next shuttle more clearly: the same iron gray color, but less metallic lightness than the Iron Hands, which is undoubtedly the symbol of the Fourth Legion.

Following the iron gray was another dark green aircraft formation, announcing the arrival of a Primarch with a completely different reputation. The Gene Father of the Salamanders and Perturabo were parked on both sides of the starport, creating two distinct landscapes: some mortals who had received Vulcan's favor were gathering in front of the shuttle of the Fire Dragon Lord, while in front of Perturabo, there was only an empty road.

"Come so fast?"

Mesati frowned.

"Isn't Perturabo in charge of the construction of the Nikaia venue?"

"That's right: it stands to reason that he will need at least half a month to get here."

"However, since he is here, this can also answer a long-standing doubt."

Qile rarely picked up a pen and paper, and seemed to be ready to record the answer himself.

"Confused?"

"Yes, for a long time, or who knows when, there has been a doubt in the Great Crusade: the gradual shift of the Iron Warriors and Perturabo's sudden seclusion. Although the Lord of Iron rarely appeared in the past, in recent years, it has been exaggerated to the point that not even a photo of him has been circulated."

"This brings up a question. When Perturabo rarely appears in public, how does he command the daily operations and wartime operations of the Fourth Legion? Especially when commanding a war, as the Primarch, he always needs to be at the front line in person, right? If so, how can he... How could there be no eyewitness reports? "

"Even stranger is that the operation of the Fourth Legion has not been affected by this. Perturabo must be manipulating his legion, but it is also a reality that he has no longer appeared: such a contradictory contrast naturally requires an answer. "

"Is today the time to answer?"

"There is no better time than now."

Qile leaned forward, concentrating on the slowly opening iron-gray door, and disdained Vulcan who came out beside her: in fact, it was not only her, most of the mortals present and even some Astartes, more or less shifted their attention to Perturabo's storm bird.

Vulcan?

No one cared about Vulcan.

Just like before.

As the heavy door slowly fell, in the eyes of thousands of expectations, the first to come out were the four Iron Warriors' Honor Guards. These elite warriors, whose titles were not even known to the outside world, were not wrapped in their unique Terminator homes at this time, but were just wearing ordinary Astartes power armor, vigilantly guarding against the mortals around them.

(How can I say this? I still haven't found out what the Primarch Guard of the Iron Warriors is called. Although Perturabo's Iron Ring Robots were used after the Battle of Fal, he should have had a normal Honor Guard before that, but these unfortunate guys didn't even leave their names.)

At the same time, more Iron Guards were coming down from other Stormbirds: The Fourth Legion seemed to be very enthusiastic about this kind of work, until they had completely completed the surrounding vigilance work, and then from the deepest part of the primary Stormbird, extremely heavy footsteps sounded. The sound was once again strengthened by the closed space, and at first glance it sounded like a Titan moving violently on the ground.

"It's really creepy."

Qile whispered.

"The previous Primarchs never seemed to give people such... inhuman oppression."

"Yeah... it doesn't feel like a human."

Mesati nodded. Before she could say anything else, the figure that was much taller than all the Primarchs had already appeared in everyone's sight: Qile could clearly hear the incredible exclamations and gasps of thousands of mortals under the lonely tower, because even she herself was in the same state.

Mesati was even more so.

"What the hell..."

She seemed to bite her tongue.

"Is that... is that still a person?"

"It's obviously a machine, right?"

"..."

Ms. Qile was speechless and even forgot to fill in the record board in her hand. She was just shocked by the scene she saw: the one who came out of the storm bird was not the Primarch Perturabo who had been missing for a long time in the eyes of the world, but a robot that was almost four meters tall and could make people tremble with fear just standing there.

A masterpiece of ingenuity.

As one of the most experienced recorders, Qile thought she had seen a lot. She had seen robots that still existed in various corners of the Empire for various purposes, but she had never seen such a delicate metal creation in all her memories: it looked like Perturabo himself wearing his armor, and the slightest details on the streamlined body and facial armor were enough to be indistinguishable from the real thing, even the Astartes who always followed the Primarch could not tell the difference.

On the other hand, some necessary joints and parts were not covered, and the metal brackets and various cable ducts inside could be clearly revealed: this was a real robot, not that the Lord of Steel twisted himself into a metal body, but that he personally built a Frankenstein that should not exist in this world to act on his behalf.

The Iron Warriors surrounded it: just like respecting their own Primarch.

Because the voice of the real Perturabo was coming from its vocal organs, across tens of millions of stars, from Nikaea, from a place they could not see but must respect.

"I see."

After a long while, Qi Le finally nodded as if awakening from a dream.

"Now, I know."

"This is a solution full of Perturabo style."