Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Where is Kor Phaeron?"

"Where did he go?"

When he found that only the Scarlet Lord Angertai was waiting for him at the gate of the Nikaea Palace with a few guards, even Lorgar, the Great Speaker, who was the mildest-tempered person among all the Primarchs, could not help but become a little angry.

Of course, although the Great Speaker's anger came quickly, it went away even faster. Before the last question was finished, it had already turned into a worry about Kor Phaeron's failure to keep his promise: Angertai could easily see through this matter from the Primarch's most subtle syllable changes.

He was already used to it.

"The captain of the first company is leading his personal soldiers to search for the missing legion backbone."

Angertai bowed slightly, and the words of explanation were already prepared, and Lorgar nodded immediately, expressing satisfaction: as long as there was a slightly reasonable reason, the Primarch would never punish his adoptive father for his disrespect.

This has become a well-known secret in the Word Bearers Legion: if it weren't for the Primarch's blind favoritism, how could an old waste like Kor Phaeron, who couldn't even complete the most basic Astartes transformation surgery, have always occupied the position of the first captain of the legion, a position full of glory and power?

Among the Astartes warriors who claim to be the Emperor's angel of death, Kor Phaeron, who has a fat body and hidden dangers of multiple diseases, can only survive by relying on bionic components and drugs, and can't even move like an ordinary person after leaving his special power armor, has long become one of the most shameful labels on the 17th Legion.

At least half of the ridicule of the other brother troops on the descendants of Lorgar is because of their gene Primarch, about 30% is related to this shameful first captain, and the remaining small part is about religion and achievements.

Angertai knew this, but he acted as if he knew nothing: any Primarch was an inviolable god in the eyes of their descendants, and Lorgar's influence on the Word Bearers was even deeper. Just thinking about negative comments about the Great Word Bearer was an unforgivable capital sin.

This was no joke.

You know, the earliest 17th Legion was the "Iconbreakers" appointed by the Emperor. Their most important war duty was to destroy all records, tainted works, individuals and buildings in the enemy's archives that were considered to contain heresy or witchcraft in the name of the Imperial Truth, including all kinds of religious items.

And such a force with the practice of the Imperial Truth as its core value, after being taken over by Lorgar, was transformed into a loyal servant of the Emperor's faith at an incredible speed: many battle brothers who had fought side by side with the Iconbreakers could not recognize the current Word Bearers when they met again.

In today's Seventeenth Legion, the shadows of the past on Holy Terra have been cleansed. Even the veterans who followed the Emperor in the Unification War have converted to the new ideas proposed by Lorgar: if it were placed in other Astartes Legions, this would be an unimaginable fantasy scene.

Look at the Dark Angels. Even though Jonson has taken over them for a century, there are still a large number of Terran veterans who adhere to the traditions of the ancient Six-Winged Lord period. Even though the Lion of Caliban once competed for the title of Warmaster, he still cannot get the recognition of every descendant under his command from the bottom of his heart.

Those Dark Angels who still despise Jonson's ability have their inner thoughts written on their faces: and this does not prevent them from occupying high positions in the First Legion and expressing their opinions at will.

From this point of view, Jonson is an exceptionally generous person.

In other legions: Horus, the wolf god, kept his distance from the veterans of Terra under his command, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds turned those warriors he didn't like into a separate warband specializing in destruction, and the Wolf King of Fenris needed to clean up the wild Terran executioners under his command in order to get a barely decent army.

Even the gentle Primarchs like Morgan, Sanguinius or Vulcan could not coexist with all their descendants, but their methods were more gentle, and the veterans' exit was more decent: this was the norm in most legions.

And a Primarch like Lorgar, who cleaned up all the old traces of the legion in such a short time, was simply a creepy existence: However, in Angertai's eyes, this was a strong proof that his genetic father was better than other brothers.

The Scarlet Lord, like most of his Word Bearers brothers, stubbornly believed that Lorgar was the most capable Primarch.

His strength was invincible.

His ideas are absolutely correct.

He is the most similar to the Emperor.

He is the heir chosen by the Emperor!

If it were not for the timing of his return and his ambitions, the Great Speaker could have been crowned as the Warmaster of the Empire: he is the most worthy person for this position, and Horus is just a substitute player who got the position by chance.

For the Astartes warriors, it is not surprising to have such thoughts. It is the nature of every Astartes to worship their father. Some of the most extreme individuals even despise other Primarchs for this reason.

Even those Ultramarines who have always been famous for their rationality will secretly devalue other descendants of the Emperor because of their high worship of Guilliman.

In the eyes of these people, Horus is just a lucky favorite. The only thing he is good at is kneeling at the emperor's feet and flattering him, while Jonson is a fool who has nothing but killing. He is destined to die. Being eliminated by the tide of the times, I don’t know where to go.

Dorn is stubborn, Sanguinius has no position, Jaghatai Khan is a softie who evades responsibility, and Perturabo is a brat who insists on being brave: they don't even bother to pity Konrad and Korak Si's immaturity, but for Angron's lack of ambition, the Ultramarines were able to show understanding.

However, when facing Morgan, even the most extreme Son of Guilliman will stop his noise and give a few serious compliments: In their eyes, the Spider Queen's self-knowledge is the greatest advantage. She knows that she does not Without the ability to be independent, he cleverly attached himself to the only king in the galaxy.

Macbeth and Lady Macbeth?

This is too unpleasant to hear.

But Justinian and Theodora: that's the trend the Macraggeans like.

Yes, Justinian and Theodora…

These were the words that Angeltai happened to hear from the Ultramarines who were working hard to save people when he was traveling through the ruins of Nicaea: At least half of Guilliman's bad reputation must be attributed to him. The boys under him always like to express their opinions, but they can't learn to shut up.

Seeing this, Angeltai couldn't help but sneered: He had also heard about the heavy losses of Nicaea of ​​the Thirteenth Legion. Although they were themselves to blame, his genetic father had a different view. .

"May the God-Emperor have mercy on my brother."

Luojia turned his head, just in time to see the Macragge leaving surrounded by numerous descendants: the two looked at each other and nodded to each other silently.

Since the Perfect City, the already not so close relationship between the Word Bearers and the Ultramarines has naturally become worse. However, the two legions are not at odds with each other. They just instinctively avoid each other on the road: use it to do things. Shi secretly regards the other party as a competitive opponent.

Just like now: when they saw how outnumbered the Ultramarines were after experiencing such heavy losses, both Luo Jia and Angeltai felt boredom growing in their hearts.

"There are literally more of them than the greenskins."

Angeltai's voice was low, but Luo Jia stopped him with his eyes.

"Don't slander your brother behind his back."

"My bad, Father."

The Scarlet Lord lowered his head, but felt that Luo Jia was hesitating there.

"But what you said makes sense."

The Word Bearer smiled.

"The Ultramarines have always had strength in numbers, so they have always accomplished great things and withstood the worst losses: my brother Macragge lost his legion commander in the storm of Nicaea, A brutal apocalyptic war would be exaggerated, but it did not actually affect the Thirteenth Legion.”

After saying this, the Primarch blinked at his descendant and motioned for Angeltai to stand closer to him. Then, the Great Word Bearer bent down and quietly revealed to his child the story of Nikaea. What happened in the palace.

"Let me tell you, Angeltay: When Guilliman knew how many people he had lost, I had never seen him so furious. Morgan, Jonson and Horus worked together and it took more than ten minutes to finally manage. To subdue him, it was the first time I saw admiration and surprise for Guilliman in Caliban's eyes."

Luojia shook his head and sighed: He obviously likes Guilliman like this.

"No one expected him to be so wild."

"but……"

Luo Jia paused.

"After he calmed down, Guilliman reorganized his Ultramarines Legion in front of us: can you imagine? After losing so many senior officers, Guilliman simply took stock of them. How many descendants are left on Nicaea can completely make up for the previous losses."

"Selected among the survivors, he filled all the vacated positions on the spot: Orfeo, the deputy commander of the Five Hundred World Reserve Legion, was appointed as the new Legion Hero. I have met him, and he can definitely assume this position. , what do you think about this?”

"Indeed, Father."

Angeltai thought for a moment.

Orfeo? He is definitely qualified for the position of Legion Hero.

"Not only that, Guilliman's replacement of other positions was equally easy: he did lose a large number of good players, but such losses were not enough to make the Ultramarines crippled. At most, they were injured, and this was thanks to them Due to its huge size, there are hundreds of high-ranking officers to fill the positions. "

"And ask yourself: I don't think we can do this now."

"..."

Angeltai could see clearly: Luo Jia's pupils were overflowing with envy.

"So can we, Father."

He took the initiative and spoke.

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"us?"

Luo Jia asked with a smile.

He didn't express his opinion, but he obviously liked the confidence shown by the Scarlet Lord.

"That's right."

Angerthai nodded. His words were not rash words. Long before Nikaea, the Scarlet Lords had imagined how to develop the Seventeenth Legion after returning to their fiefdom: this was also the source of his confidence at this time, because he knew that the Word Bearers actually had countless advantages.

"Think about it, father."

Angerthai suppressed his inner excitement.

"When the Emperor divided the Primarchs, he actually followed a default rule: the location of each Primarch's fiefdom was actually centered around its legion's home planet. The Astartes Legions that were closer to their home planets had narrower and more crowded lands."

"In turn, the Ultramarines who were isolated in the southeastern edge of the Milky Way could get a large piece of unowned land that Terra was unable to take care of: the Dawnbreakers and the Midnight Lords also benefited from this. Their home planets were too remote and there were no neighbors around to share the land."

"And isn't it the same for us?"

Angerthai laughed.

"We all know that the human empire has only five star regions, and in the Pacific star region where our legion's home planet Colchis is located, there is only one legion. Even the Iron Hands, which is closest to us, has its legion home planet far away in the Misty Star Region, and its influence cannot reach the Pacific star region at all."

"In other words, your Word Bearers Legion is actually the only one among the 19 legions that can enjoy a star region alone: ​​this is a condition that even the Ultramarines envy. Don't take the Pacific star region completely for yourself. Our size will far exceed 500 worlds. When Guilliman's descendants encounter us again, they will no longer have any numerical advantage."

"Grand goal."

Lorgar did not make a specific statement: but the light in his pupils said it all.

"Do you think we can do it?"

"If it were other primarchs, perhaps they would really consider this issue."

Angeltai bowed slightly.

"But you are different, sir: you are the best successor of the Emperor. You have inherited his grace and charm that made the world submit. With the correct guidance of the Emperor's faith and our meticulous cultivation of the Taiping Star Region itself during the Great Crusade, it will be easy for you to bring the entire western part of the galaxy into your hands."

"By then, even the Five Hundred Worlds will be eclipsed by the glory of the Great Crusade."

"The Great Crusade."

Luo Jia murmured.

"I like this name."

"...Come on, Angertai."

He patted his shoulder.

"Let's talk as we walk: How can we make the entire Taiping Star Region a country of believers?"

"Are you determined?"

"Such a brilliant prospect, how could I refuse it?"

The Great Speaker smiled.

A light, perhaps hope, or perhaps ambition, burned in his heart.

"Take the entire Pacific Star Region into your pocket."

"Guide one-fifth of the galaxy onto the correct path of faith."

"We all know how great a boost this will bring to our cause."

"We will have countless believers, and with them will come more warriors of faith."

"Then, I will have the conditions to expand my army and launch a new round of holy expeditions."

"I will have 500,000... no..."

"I will have one million of the most determined and purest Astartes warriors."

"I will send holy crusaders to all the unclean places in the galaxy at the same time."

"I will make the entire Pacific Star Region a perfect city flowing with honey and milk."

"I will create countless great deeds: complete the unfinished great ideals of my father."

"Then..."

"Let Guilliman envy me."