Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The Dark Angel's fleet split through layers of defenses made of steel and engines, and rushed through the waves of Ran Dan's army to create a bloody route.

This scene wasn't the first, or the last, or even any special one.

In the past five Terran standard years, this scene has been repeated repeatedly in the skies of countless sectors, countless systems, and even countless worlds. Either the First Legion's strong ships and cannons have torn apart another alien empire. The blasphemous shell, or Ran Dan's army rumbled across humanity's defenses, burying hundreds of Dark Angels in the deadliest void with indescribable electronic pulses and dark matter weapons.

In the desolate, empty, and lifeless galaxies in the northeastern part of the Milky Way, the First Legion and Ran Dan's military forces constantly changed their offensive and defensive identities, writing the history of the war with billions of bones and lamentations. process.

This is just another small step.

The one at the forefront was the [Sword of Purity], which was a trophy captured by the First Legion in a forgotten war. Except for the Primarch himself and the captain who controlled this huge battleship, no one I remember when and where it joined the army of the Dark Angels, but this did not prevent it from fighting for the will of the Lord of Mankind. The flames pouring out of the unfamiliar muzzle were even more terrifying than ordinary battleships. Easily melting Ran Dan's battle line.

After it, there are [Col's Pride], [Holy Knight Hall], [Herud's Bane]...

Each battleship represents a great tradition, a glorious victory, or a powerful firepower that can kill the legion and the world. The First Legion's military force is overwhelming, even blocking the light of the stars, in countless The shadow of death falls from the sky on the world.

Groups of First Legion warships moved along this bloody path, ensuring that every inch of territory captured by the Dark Angels would not be captured by Ran Dan again. Frigates and drones shuttled through the largest war engines. in between, filling the last gap in the dense firepower network.

And after layers of death intertwined, there is the huge shadow of [Indomitable Truth] that is enough to make a war lose all suspense. The flagship of the Primarch is like a glorious queen on the battlefield. It does not need at all Take action personally, and countless steel knights and attendants will swarm around it, scrambling to crush any opponent who dares to get close to it into ashes.

Since the outbreak of this battle, it has never taken action, never drank blood, and never stopped its pace. This most powerful warship has undertaken a mission that is far more important than killing the enemy personally: accompanying it With the direction and rhythm of advancement, countless imperial warships also changed their direction and firepower, and the changes of those approaching affected the warships further away, until the entire fleet was following the movement of the Indomitable Truth. And all are changing.

From one end of the galaxy to the other, the fleets of the First Legion are scattered in the shadows of more than a dozen worlds, and Ran Dan's manic electronic harassment never stops, even between two adjacent warships. Communicating completely, but relying on the silent command of the Glory Queen, the empire's large fleet maintained a slow but effective rhythm.

And when the Primarch immediately issued an order to direct the edge of the "Indomitable Truth" towards the most important fortress world, the once slow rhythm began to dance crazily with the sudden acceleration of the Glory Queen. In the blink of an eye, an imperial fleet condensed into a sword that spanned the galaxy, unstoppably clearing all obstacles to Johnson's goal.

One Terran Standard Time later, the last Randan battleship blocking the road was shattered into pieces in the gunfire. The vanguard of the First Legion arrived at the fortress world, but their mission was far from over: above the fortress world, there were still With countless mammoth air fortresses and numerous Randan warships, they have no intention of giving up the air supremacy of this world.

The First Legion is like a spear. It has now penetrated deeply into this galaxy and into the softest core area of ​​Ran Dan's army. However, this is not enough to kill this too huge prey. The spear's The body has been pierced to the heart, but every layer of shell and every piece of flesh it has pierced is not completely dead, and is still struggling crazily.

From Mandeville Point, to the left and right sides of the star, to Ran Dan's core fortress world, fighting is taking place everywhere, and burning everywhere. More war engines appear one after another from the shadows, fanatically The ground was thrown into the endless whirlpool of death.

Even on the front line where the Unyielding Truth was present, the war was still continuing. More Randan warships noticed the gap opened by the Dark Angel. They came from all directions, eager to pull the Dark Angel's spear tip from this They were expelled from the deadly area, but in the face of the Glory Queen's rage that finally began to roar, all resistance and counterattacks were nothing but steel debris floating in the sky.

But even so, these powerful, crazy, blasphemous, and respectable aliens still did not flinch at all, just like what happened in every war in the past, and just as the Sandalwood Order concluded: after their leader was chopped off Before the head, Ran Dan's army would only rush towards the meat grinding ground of blood and death with extremely fanatical attitude.

[The more violently the beast struggles, it means we have really hit the point. 】

When more and more figures of Ran Dan desecrating the battleship appeared in his green pupils, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but think of these words.

She does know something about hunting.

The Primarch watched blankly as another Randan battleship disappeared in the gunfire of the "Indomitable Truth". He narrowed his eyes and watched the projection of the "World No. 6" in front of him being completely displayed on the electronic screen. After being released, he was very sure that Ran Dan's command organization was in this world.

This is not a difficult reasoning. Ever since the Unyielding Truth sailed into this galaxy under his command, he has driven this battleship, implicating the entire First Legion fleet, to continuously attack Ran Dan's front. They launched tentative attacks and intrusions just to find the most deadly target: Ran Dan's command center.

When he discovered that when the bow of the "Unyielding Truth" was pointed at the seemingly ordinary "World No. 6", the gathering and defense of the Ran Dan warships were obviously more impatient, impulsive and even reckless, and their firepower was also significantly enhanced.

He knew he had found his goal.

This is not a complicated skill. He had already learned this by himself when he hunted or hunted in the deep woods of Caliban: beasts may be cunning, and they will hide their secrets through confrontation and roaring. Intention, but as long as they launch a few quick and detailed attacks, their instinctive reaction will expose their most vulnerable points.

The alien is nothing more than a beast.

Zhuang Sen watched in silence as the last obstacle to the surface was cleared. Ran Dan's battleships were still counterattacking, but the Dark Angel's fleet had already firmly occupied an area above [World No. 6], an area large enough for airborne landings. The area where action takes place.

At this moment, two different footsteps sounded behind Zhuang Sen.

Everything was just right.

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[Kos, you take over my command. 】

[Arachos, gather your knights and prepare to land with me. 】

Zhuang Sen's order was most thoroughly implemented. Everyone in the Ninth Knights and the Five Hundred People began to appear and shuttle in the corridors of the battleship, and in the blink of an eye they were assembled in front of the airdrop pod.

As each killing warrior entered, these iron cages filled with deadly Death listened to the sound of the battleship's hatches being opened. The pure black light in the void began to caress these silent death transporters. There were silent red-yellow ripples mixed in there, which was the still unending struggle for air supremacy.

Huge iron claws grabbed these death iron coffins and picked them out of the warship one by one, surrounding them and placing them on the left and right sides of the ship's railings, placed in the shadow of the void, as if a god was showing off the sword in his hand. .

Zhuang Sen stood in front of his exclusive airdrop pod, frowning, but fortunately, before he completely lost his patience, he heard the unique footsteps.

This time, the footsteps seemed a little panicked, losing their once leisurely rhythm.

【you are late. 】

Looking at the silver figure walking quickly, the Primarch's voice was as cold as ever.

Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling the chaotic breath in the air. The chaotic breath came from Morgan's side, and he recognized that it belonged to some kind of spiritual energy.

【what happened? 】

[The observation mission just now somewhat disrupted my psychic thinking network, but it has been brought under control and will not affect the next mission. 】

She spoke quickly, and the Primarch could see a few drops of sweat hanging on her temples.

Zhuang Sen nodded and did not continue to ask.

Following his order, the sling was retracted, and the blazing flames of the propeller lit up the dead void, dragging out a long stream of smoke and dust like a meteor. Countless gunboats followed closely behind this stream of smoke and dust, never surrendering. Truth flew out of the shadow, protecting both sides of the airdrop pod, and behind them, the hundreds of laser weapon arrays and gun barrels of the Indomitable Truth and other battleships were firing at all costs. The volley fired as much as possible to suppress all the anti-aircraft firepower of Ran Dan's aliens on the ground.

The first batch of dozens of airdrop pods quickly tore through the outermost empty gas of [World No. 6]. Their shell armor emitted a dazzling light that gradually changed colors as they passed through the atmosphere: from red to Fierce flames, then orange burning, and finally clusters of pure white miniature suns streaked across the sky like violent meteor showers. The fierce tropospheric hurricane and strong friction made these multi-ton metal creations uncontrollably sway from side to side.

But the biggest threat is not these. Ever since these pure white meteors began to appear from the sky, the fortress community full of Randan warriors on the ground instantly poured out terrifying tongues of fire that could burn the world, tens of millions of fires. With the cannonballs, they pounced on these falling gods of death. Most of them turned into nothingness in front of the equally roaring Stormbird gunboats, while the rest hit the invisible protective shield around all the airdrop pods. Like heavy rain pouring into a pond, there are countless ripples.

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Inside the airdrop pod, Morgan frowned.

She sat in the second seat to the left of Jonson. Next to her was Arachos, the Grand Master of the Ninth Knights, and on the other side was a legion mentor named Astra.

This is a carefully chosen position, because Jonson's sword is always held in his right hand. In other words, as long as the Primarch raises his hand slightly, the edge of his sword can just point to Morgan's neck. .

But this is not what Morgan is irritated about, nor is it the empty firepower of Randan who is rampaging outside the airdrop pod: as long as she is not directly hit by the main gun of a battleship, the layer of psychic shield she places outside all the airdrop pods Just impeccable.

What bothered her was other things.

Sweat, sweat gathered on her temples again, and she felt a slight headache, and the emotion called irritability was about to stir in her heart like an awakening volcano.

And all of this comes from her heart, her sea of ​​soul, her kingdom of thinking that has been divided up by the three evil gods. At this moment, it has become a mess, with countless... Alien souls were flowing freely on the ground and in mid-air, disturbing her thoughts.

In the past five years, even Morgan herself did not know how many alien souls she had devoured, but there was no doubt that the twins of desire and greed had been driving her to join every fierce battle with Ran Dan to devour and plunder more souls. many.

And this excessive greed has its own consequences.

out of control.

The situation got a little out of control.

But it's not completely out of control yet, she's still firmly in control and can come up with a remedy.

In fact, Morgan had realized this very early on. She had devoured too many souls, so many that she could not calm down and truly digest them. These confused souls were thrown into her body at will. In the Kingdom of Thought, although they themselves pose no threat, when their numbers reach such a huge level, they also cause trouble.

This occasional headache, irritability and lack of concentration were only the slightest call, but Morgan's naturally cautious and crazy character made her notice it at once, and she did not intend to delay the problem because she could not be sure of her The upper limit is there, maybe if she devours even one more soul, her thinking kingdom will be completely crushed.

She had to think of a way.

When this idea sprouted, the most violent shock suddenly hit. The airdrop cabin seemed to have crashed into something heavily, and there was a sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.

Apparently, they landed.

The bolts were loose, the hatches were peeling off, and the restraint cages were cracking apart along with these movements. The huge sound and ruthless air waves pierced everyone's ears, and the night that looked white in the firelight also took the opportunity. Sprinkle your own light here again.

But before Morgan's eyes could adjust to the light, a swift and huge figure flashed past her eyes.

Leon Jonson, like a real lion who had been hungry for more than ten days, rushed into the night impatiently, raised his gun impatiently, brandished his sword, and cleared out the basics in the blink of an eye. the foothold.

Morgan took a deep breath, stood up, and after all the Astartes rushed out one after another, she slowly blew her breath into the palm of her hand, and then slowly walked into the night.

And on her fingertips, there were countless neighing sounds. If you listened carefully, you would find that they were thousands of souls wailing from the bones.