Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

His eyes passed silently, and Leman Russ's carefree smile was still familiar: he seemed to be getting along well with Angron, and the two were discussing something. Your eyes did not dare to stay on Russ for too long. , after all, the relationship between you is always a bit awkward.

And you know, Leman Russ is a very clear-minded guy. He will not hide other things in his heart. The reason why he chose Johnson as the war commander has been made clear to you a long time ago. In a sense, he is actually very similar to the Caliban man.

None of them will change.

Your eyes that gradually softened, and you looked at Vulkan. The Fire Dragon Lord was always reassuring. He did not choose to dress up to attend. He still wore the dark green armor: he is the best warrior for you so far. The brother who was the most excited about this matter clenched his big hands into fists and lightly beat his chest. You responded with a smile that was completely genuine.

It's good to have such a brother: the friendship Vulcan bestows on you is priceless.

You smiled, but the next brother made your smile stiffen: Perturabo still maintained his habit of confronting Dorn on trivial matters. The Lord of the Imperial Fist stood at the eleven o'clock direction, He arrogantly occupied the five o'clock position and stood like a marble sculpture.

If not for not wearing a helmet. Revealing his face, Perturabo is almost the same as the intelligent robots you saw a few days ago that showed up for him: his methods are becoming more and more ingenious, but they always make people feel scared. feeling.

After all, those things look too human...

The Lord of Olympia looked at you, and he forced out a fairly friendly smile. He was neither sad nor happy about the fact that you became the war master. For the time being, it was a reluctant acquiescence: you couldn't help but think of what he said, That declaration of ascending to the gods, you are very interested in it.

You are convinced that the Emperor is aware of Perturabo's lofty ideals, but he did not give any response: in the brief conversation with the Lord of Iron, his theory did convince you to a certain extent. Fascinated.

Discover your true power?

Maybe... this will be effective.

You have to admit that you are moved by it.

However, you will soon face a real difficulty: that is, the nature of the traceability mentioned by Perturabo will almost certainly revolve around the subspace, and you are not experts in this field of psychic energy. Among brothers, Only Morgan and Magnus' opinions mattered.

Of the two of them: Magnus was undoubtedly the more talkative one.

Of course, Morgan is the best choice.

But you and her lack the basis for cooperation.

As for Magnus...

You turned your head and came to the other side of the clock. The tall King Prospero stood farthest away from the emperor and his brothers, admiring himself. He might be smiling at you. The purest, he also dresses himself the most fancy.

Second only to Fulgrim: After all, the Phoenix stands closely with Ferus. If compared with the ugly Gorgon, the carefully dressed Chemos is as natural and beautiful as the peaks: you even feel that Fu Grimm has more feminine features than Morgan.

Although both of them are equally beautiful, Morgan gives you a more pleasing feeling, a kind of refreshing temperament and grace, the kind of love that even if the gender is erased, you are willing to have a long conversation or make friends with her. Late, as for Fulgrim, it will be even more...

Hmm... unrestrained?

You politely look away from the three brothers. They are too familiar to you, and you don't even need to think about more things related to them. The same is true for Luo Jia further ahead: these The paths of brothers have long been determined and cannot be changed. There may be some differences in details, but outsiders can no longer change the general direction.

Let them do their thing, the people you care about more are at the front.

You instinctively puffed up your chest and walked over little by little with proud eyes. The four most trusted brothers looked at you with smiles: you could see Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan, Dorn and Mortar. It's a blessing to be in the same place and so close to each other.

The four brothers were all dressed the same as usual, only Chagatai Khan wore something more solemn, just like what your descendants described. He did find something with a robe to wear.

This is the traditional clothing of Chogoris, which is only worn on solemn occasions. You are secretly grateful to the Khan in your heart, because you know how huge it is for him to wear such clothes that will cause inconvenience to movement. Sacrifice: He is the Primarch of the White Scars, and his legion is a group of speed believers who would wear Terminator armor as punishment.

(The honor guard of Jaghatai Khan is named Yinshe, and it is divided into two teams: gold and black. The gold Yinshe wears fine power armor and rides a jet motorcycle. In a sense, it is the real Primarch Guard, and the black Yinshe More like a prison corps of sinners. Although they wear Terminator armor, it is like the Red Gloves of the Night Lord, a symbol of punishment within the corps.)

The Great Khan is staring at you seriously. He is one of the few participants who regards this ceremony as very important: although he is also the person who values ​​these rituals the least among all the people present, the friendship between you determines Yes, Chagatai Khan will always regard your affairs as more important than his own thoughts.

You know, this is a heavy trust and friendship. Sometimes, you feel that it is suffocating you. The trust and friendship of the prairie eagle are not free. Whenever his oath is betrayed, the counterattack of the prairie man will definitely make anyone unforgettable for life.

The Khan's solemnity at this time is also a silent oath?

And next to the serious Khan, the angel looked calm and relaxed: you know, the Emperor originally wanted Sanguinius to hold the red pad in Morgan's hand, but it is obvious that Sanguinius successfully let this hard job fall on the head of his beloved blood sister.

And the angel's calmness seemed to stimulate Mortarion standing next to him. The Lord of Barbarus kept his face tense throughout the whole process. Except when he looked at you, he nodded and smiled from the bottom of his heart. In most of the remaining time, Mortarion's eyes were fixed on the Lord of Humanity: this made him and Dorn next to him seem a little tense.

You were a little amused: you knew better than anyone that Mortarion was the one who was most dissatisfied with the establishment of the title of Warmaster among the Primarchs. He hated being your subordinate in status, but personal friendship prevented him from resenting you, so he turned to the Emperor to transfer more resentment.

Mortarion was such a person, helping his relatives and not helping others, and he was your most reliable helper.

On the other hand, even though he was in a tense friction with the Lord of Death, Dorn still squeezed out time to express his respect to you: you remembered that after the news of your becoming Warmaster came out, Ron came to you specifically and simply bumped fists with you for this good news.

Maybe to outsiders, such a celebration was insincere, but you knew very well that Dorn's fist bump meant a hearty laugh to him: he was really happy for your victory from the bottom of his heart.

He was your most sincere brother, but like the Khan, Dorn was also the object of your heaviest oath. If you violated his trust, the consequences would be even more serious than the Khan.

You hoped that you would not make this mistake.

You know, these four are your real supporters: if you really plan to exercise the power of the Warmaster one day, perhaps strengthening their legions and strength is the best choice for all of you.

After all, who knows who your future enemies will be?

Such thoughts lead your eyes to Valdor, the chief of the Custodians.

Your eyes and his eyes collided for a moment, and then quickly staggered away. Both sides felt the unreserved hostility and vigilance in each other's hearts: the spokesperson of the Custodians Ten Thousand stood behind your father, very close to Malcador, representing the attitude of the Golden Guard.

Their guidance seems to be dangerous?

You are not too worried, you know that loyalty may be the only merit of these bodyguards, and the Sigillite has no ability to let the Custodians rebel against the Emperor: what you are really worried about is that these Golden Guards of the Emperor are too simple, or stupid.

What if they are bewitched: When all of you sons are far away at the front of the Great Crusade, facing Malcador, only the Imperial Guards are the last line of defense to protect the Emperor. If the Sigillite can unite these forces, everything on Terra will be out of control.

Then you won't even have time to come to the Emperor's aid: curse the inefficient communication efficiency of this world.

Unless... unless Dorn can...

maintain more [initiative].

You glanced at the Master of the Imperial Fist again.

With the Legion and the Phalanx in hand, you are not powerless against the Imperial Guards: as long as Dorn can have a plan in mind, he will be able to control the scene as soon as the changes on Terra occur, and it won't take long for your army to rush back.

The Imperial Fists' defense is famous in the galaxy, and they will definitely be able to hold on until then.

Maybe you should find time to talk to him.

But not now.

You raised your head and tried to smile more naturally. The long speech in your heart was just a blink of an eye. Maybe your gene father could see your inner worries: but at this moment, when you looked at each other again, he gave you only a sense of security.

You stood there, waiting for the preacher to finish his long sermon before you could walk to your gene father: the ceremony of praising and glorifying was really a long thing. You felt that two hours or even longer had passed. Even your brothers were obviously a little impatient, but behind them, the dignitaries sitting in the audience were still very calm. The energy of these mortal officials for power and ceremony was really amazing.

In your ears, the sacred music played again and again, but it was drowned in the excited cheers of the soldiers outside the hall: you like to listen to these shouts from the heart, because you know that in addition to the cheers of these soldiers. Everything in the ceremony was predetermined long ago, the current praise is, and the thunderous applause that will appear later is also.

Compared to these magnificent and cumbersome things, the wild shouts of the Moon Wolf and other warriors are what you really need. The throne is on top...

You know how long the ceremony will take, but you can't wait any longer.

Maybe your father is the same.

Because you saw that when the preacher just finished another long speech, took a few anxious breaths, and was about to turn to the next chapter, your father reached out and easily stopped him.

The prestige of the Lord of Humanity is so strong in this empire he built with his own hands. As long as he wants, he can change the entire empire anytime and anywhere. The plan and process that the Ministry of Internal Affairs worked hard to formulate: the palm print behind him The person obviously took a few deep breaths and looked gloomy, which actually made you feel really happy.

You love the Emperor's willfulness to death.

Especially for your willfulness: only a loving father would do this for the sake of his children, Malcador would never understand.

+ Come here, my child. +

Your father waved to you, and his clear attitude was more convincing than the next few hours of singing praises. When you stepped forward, you could feel the slightest change in the eyes of most of your brothers looking at you. , and those of the mortals are even more obvious: they look at you with more awe, and for a while, even the sound of breathing in the hall becomes much less.

Everything is deadly quiet: your footsteps seem to shake the earth.

You walked towards the Emperor until his glory filled every inch of your vision. At this moment, you stood still and knelt down on one knee. Sanguinius and Jonson were on your left and right, Abaddon and Asman De drags your velvet cloak, the Emperor is before you, Morgan beside you: all are so serious, their faces shine with holiness in your eyes.

The emperor stood in front of the throne that was one step higher than you. He looked at you with a smile.

+Horus, my son. +

The sound is not loud, but everyone in this hall can definitely hear it clearly. You can see that even Morgan, who is bored, has to show a serious expression: because the emperor is smiling, no one has the right to disturb him. The Lord of Humanity is in a happy mood at this time.

+You are the first Lost Son I met after leaving Terra. +

Your father's voice pulls you into the best of times.

+ I have witnessed with my own eyes your growth, your transformation, every little learning and progress you made: you grew up in front of me into a son that I am proud of, and soon, you no longer need me to protect you. Rain, you have become a general who can take charge of an army alone, and you have become my most proud assistant in the Great Expedition. +

"It would be my pleasure, Father."

Your voice was a little dry, but it soon became incredible: you glanced gratefully at Morgan, who smiled at you.

There was silence in the hall, and everyone could easily feel the unique love in the Emperor's words: more than one Primarch's eyes were filled with jealousy, but you just bore them with peace of mind.

+After I completed the last education I could give you, I watched you leave me and run to the stars to carry out your God-given mission: to guide your brothers, command your legions, and assist me in bringing the glory of mankind to the world. Spread across every land in the galaxy again. +

+ You have accomplished all of this perfectly, my Horus, my Wolf Shepherd, all of us have jointly expanded the territory of the empire, and you are the one with the most outstanding achievements and the most outstanding performance among my generals. +

+The most loyal one. +

+The most persistent one. +

+The most important one. +

+ Therefore, I decide to give you my last and greatest hope.

The emperor turned around, and Morgan beside him took a step forward in time, allowing the lord of mankind to smoothly pick up the golden laurel crown that symbolized his supreme authority. In every corner of the hall, all witnesses They stood up spontaneously, and the quiet needle drop could be heard in the air. Even the representatives of the forging world forced their gears and parts to stop restlessly, bent down, and blessed this sacred ceremony.

+ Horus-Lupkar. +

The emperor's voice was loud, it was the intimacy between father and son, but the trust between king and minister, it was the spark of family and love.

+The Primarch of the Luna Wolves. +

"I am here, Emperor."

You responded loudly, your voice echoing in the dome like thunder.

+ From today on, I will let go of the expectations placed on me by the Great Crusade. Today I will no longer command the huge army in the galaxy. I will return to the palace of Holy Terra and set about creating the eternal rule of mankind. +

+ For this reason, I entrust the honor and burden on my shoulders to you. +

+ All Primarchs, all Legions Astartes, all expedition fleets, all mortal auxiliaries, all Imperial worlds and territories, all legitimate citizens and loyalists of human civilization: from this moment on, you You will accept the honor of leading them, and you will have the power to command them. Every military force in the Great Crusade is required to obey your command and declare to his commanders and soldiers that your orders are my orders and yours. Will is my will. +

+ But at the same time, you will also shoulder their lives and honor: their shame is your shame, their failure is your failure, and you will work together with every brave warrior in the entire Great Crusade. shoulder the future of all mankind. +

+I can't imagine a heavier responsibility. +

The Emperor smiles at you, his last words spoken from the heart.

+ Then, tell me, Horus. +

He stares at you: so seriously.

+Are you ready to spend your life and soul to defend what we all bled and sacrificed for? +

You heard so much sadness and sorrow in this sentence. You raised your head almost without thinking, and stared at your gene father, your emperor with your huge eyes: the desire for honor and power completely disappeared at this moment. You just want to use everything you have, your strength and oath, to soothe even a trace of sadness in the emperor's pupils.

You roared to make sure that everyone on Ullanor could hear your voice.

"My honor! Father!"

"I swear: I will fight to the last moment of my life!"

"I will live for this."

"I will die for this."

"I will cleanse all evil in the galaxy! Let the cause of the empire be eternal! Until you return to us!"

The emperor nodded, and relief and a tear occupied his face.

+ My child. +

+ My Horus. +

He raised his vision and announced loudly to everyone present.

+ From today: You! Horus-Lupercal! ＋

＋I am my incarnation in the Great Crusade! ＋

＋I am the protector of Holy Terra, the Empire and humanity! ＋

＋I am... the Warmaster of the Empire! ＋

Before the words fell, before the cheers that resounded throughout the universe began, you could feel the breath of your father's arm falling down. He seemed to be more eager than you to see: the strange, hard, noble, and haunting Warmaster's crown fell on your head without hesitation.

It's yours.

Your father said so.

You heard everyone say so.

You instinctively raised your head, wanting to feel its weight, and wanting to take another look at your genetic father, and it was this action that gave you a new feeling: this was your first feeling about the title of Warmaster, and it was also the most intuitive feeling.

It was heavier than you thought.

So heavy, it seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

So urgent, as if it was approaching at any time.

Such a headache, as if it was piercing the soul.

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It is undoubtedly a crown.

But it also looks like a...cage.

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This strange feeling lingers for a long time.

In the confusion, you see the smile of the Spider Queen hidden in the shadows.

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