Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The majestic [Lion Sword] rolled up a hurricane in the icy air, accompanied by the smell of exploding gunpowder and the stubborn smell of metal, leaving a shocking edge in the air.

This sharp edge scratched the heads of at least five Randan warriors. These tallest and ugliest opponents did not even have time to moan in pain before they fell to the ground one after another and became flesh under the Primarch's boots. .

Zhuang Sen looked at his latest victory and fell into a brief intoxication that lasted not even a moment: hunting, ending, depriving the possibility of life and breathing, the joy of inflicting all this pain and killing with his own hands made his green pupils change. Get crystal clear.

But in the next second, he turned back into the unsmiling leader of the heroes, and silence and alienation once again filled his face and heart.

[Gather the team and move on! 】

The Primarch roared an order, and his voice suppressed all the noise on the battlefield. Hundreds of the best Dark Angels responded to their Gene Father with silent slaughter and the deepest war cry in their throats, before landing. The battle near the point lasted less than fifteen minutes. In front of the King of Knights and his most loyal attendants who went to the front line, the resistance of thousands of Randan warriors and slaves was like a stone thrown into the rolling waves. Generally, only the faintest splash can appear.

The battle lines were slaughtered, the fortresses were penetrated, and the heavy firepower points and artillery positions that originally suppressed the Astartes warriors were destroyed by a black hurricane: no one could resist Jonson's offensive, and his figure could not be defeated by any one. Caught by the muzzle of the gun, the alien positions collapsed in the massacre and fear he caused. Behind him were those warriors who risked their lives the most. They were the Ninth Knights, commanded by Grand Master Arachos. The Primarch's bodyguards led by.

With the fall of the last Randan warrior, a wider area of ​​land was cleared, and more airdrop pods and transport planes appeared from the gray sky, carrying more Dark Angels, as well as those The most important heavy weapons and logistics supplies.

From this moment on, the First Legion's footsteps were completely set on this world, unshakable.

The genetic principle of the First Legion was standing on a hillock that was stained red with blood. He raised his head and saw only the hazy fog in the distance.

Then he heard the sound of riding boots on the sand.

[They are coming, Your Excellency, more Ran Dan troops are rushing towards us from six directions. 】

Jonson didn't reply, he just turned his head slowly and looked at his psychic advisor who had never really been at ease.

Her long hair was disheveled, and the fine drops of sweat seemed to never disappear from her temples. Her blue pupils exuded a light that longed for destruction, which he had never seen in her pupils before.

Something is wrong with her.

Zhuang Sen continued to look at the fog in the distance.

【go on. 】

He heard some shrill laughter.

[Yes, Your Excellency. 】

[These six military fronts are not balanced. The souls of three of them are completely Ran Dan's alien souls, while the others are a mixed bag. 】

[Especially the invading enemies on the right front, they have the largest number and the best quality, and they even include thousands of noteworthy powerful individuals. 】

As if to confirm these words, Arachos walked forward quickly and reported to his master in a low voice.

"My Lord, Coswayne reports that the sensors of the [Unyielding Truth] detected an extremely dense signal source about 220 kilometers ahead of us. The signal feedback there is completely consistent with what we recorded at the Randan Command Center. Causwayne is concentrating the power of the fleet to fight for the actual control of that airspace, and he estimates that it will take at least two Terran standards to complete this goal."

At the same time, a simple map of the nearby area has been turned into a communication, transmitted all the way from the Queen of Glory to the receiver in the Lion King's ear. The Primarch carefully observed this scene from the air and thought about it. one time.

[Tell Coswayne that by airdropping at least thirty companies, the battle for air supremacy can be slowed down a bit. As long as the aliens cannot provide their fire cover for the ground, he will also put some energy into Mander. Near Weir Point, ensuring control there is the key. 】

[Then, tell Astlan that I will leave him all the artillery and half of the armor. Before my new orders arrive, his mission is to ensure the security here and delay the alien armies from other directions as much as possible. 】

[Finally, summon the Ninth Knights and five hundred people. We need to split the front of Ran Dan's army on the right front, then push forward about 100 kilometers, seize the fortress there, and then make the next move. 】

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The ranks of Land Raiders splashed with flying storms in the rolling yellow sand. Hundreds of black-armored Astartes surrounded these most powerful war beasts, crushing every Randan army they encountered. Red dust, and more soldiers followed behind them, forming strongholds to watch and help each other, ensuring the integrity of the controlled area.

On this journey of hundreds of kilometers, they walked for about two Terran standards. Intermittent encounters and ambushes filled every second, but they never stopped any Dark Angel until they arrived. of their purpose.

It was a fortress built on a hill. It looked like a ruined palace. Hundreds of alien blasphemous cannons and tens of thousands of Randan warriors surrounded the defense core. Thousands of muzzles and cannons The mouth continuously plays the music of firepower, making even the bravest Dark Angel unable to break through this almost perfect firepower network.

This most powerful force was thus blocked by solid walls, dense fire nets, and trenches. The elite Astartes warriors were forced to fight among trenches and boulders, while the more conspicuous armored forces could not even get close. There.

Finally, after cleaning another heavy firepower point, looking at the dozens of gray marks on the shoulder armor, the Primarch lost what little patience he had.

【Destroy it. 】

Jonson's destiny was neither impatient nor furious, but filled with a will to kill, which made the dark angels who were close to him unable to stop shivers down their spines.

They didn't know to whom the order was given, but they soon found out.

[As ordered, Your Excellency. 】

When the dark angels heard this response mixed with laughter, they fell into confusion for a moment.

These two sounds seemed equally terrifying.

It was like two vicious chess players, deciding the fate of the chess pieces in their endless rage and malice.

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Morgan took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh.

As her eyes fell into the purest and most merciless light of judgment, the souls that were rampaging in the kingdom of thinking began to howl and flee uneasily. Their remaining will seemed to be aware of the impending disaster, but they had no idea. Method.

Morgan's will grabbed them at will. She waved her hand casually, and tens of thousands of souls were gathered under her palm. With her smile, her whisper, her psychic hand continued Kneading and grasping them, these wailing souls were fused together in the strongest and most ruthless manner.

It's like molten iron flowing into a mold, when the last moans in these souls completely disappear.

[Gun] appeared.

And everything is just a matter of a moment in the eyes of outsiders.

From the perspective of the Dark Angel and even Jonson, Morgan just clenched her five fingers and produced countless alarming desperate wails out of thin air. Then, an invisible gun that they could sense but could not see was held high by her. rise.

she whispered softly.

【brutal. 】

This seems to be some kind of prayer, and it also seems to be some kind of incantation to unlock the power of the wild.

With a fierce sound, the [Gun] left Morgan's hand, like a swift thunder, leaving a piercing roar in the sky above countless Ran Dan aliens.

Almost in the next moment, the [gun] hit the mountaintop fortress that was constantly spitting out tongues of fire. It was like the simplest hurricane. It did not explode or lift the wall. It just followed the cracks and muzzle of the gun, making no sound. He rushed in breathlessly.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, there was an extremely huge, crazy, hysterical, tragic wail that every Dark Angel could hear clearly even thousands of meters away, and even gave rise to fear and compassion. He was suddenly reminded of that. Thousands of aliens were screaming in unison. It was thousands of aliens who were having their souls slaughtered alive, and then died in a twisted manner in the slaughter without any mercy.

The sound was so loud and miserable that even the battlefield filled with artillery fire paused for a moment because of this unimaginable collective cry. Even the sound of the wind stopped, and a different kind of dead silence enveloped the battlefield. Everyone was stunned. Looking at the fortress that could no longer make any sound: Ran Dan's ugly face was already occupied by panic, while the back of the Dark Angel's visor was full of fear and shock.

Until the next moment, before everyone present could react, a black hurricane had re-entered the battle.

【attack! 】

The roar of the [Lion] awakened the sleeping legion, and all the Dark Angels raised their blades again. This time, they no longer had any scruples.

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Ran Dan is an ugly race, no matter by the standards of any civilization in the galaxy, their faces are unbearably ugly.

At this time, the faces of these Ran Dan corpses piled up like mountains in the fortress took their ugliness to a whole new level: the already unsightly faces were mixed with the moments of death due to extreme pain and panic, and finally turned into A scene that would make the Astartes long to forget.

There were at least eight thousand Randan warriors in this fortress, many of whom were individuals comparable to those of the Astartes, but now, they all died, at the same moment.

[Have you drained their souls? 】

Zhuang Sen squatted down and carefully examined the alien corpses at his feet. The Primarch's natural psychic perception told it that these corpses had a different kind of emptiness.

[No, Your Excellency. 】

With her back to the gun, Morgan's face was hidden in the already dark light, and the air around her even slightly distorted, telling the story of the powerful power that this psyker must control at all times. As Jonson As a psychic advisor, she was not busy constructing new lines of defense in every corner of the fortress like the other Dark Angels, but this did not mean that she would be much more relaxed.

Zhuang Sen always has questions waiting to be answered. Whenever his questions are raised, what he needs is always the most decisive and quick answers. Even the brief thoughts and hesitations exude something disgusting in his eyes. suspicious atmosphere.

[I just shattered them. 】

[Shocked the soul? 】

Jonson frowned, he had never known such knowledge.

[Yes, I used tens of thousands or more souls on the battlefield to gather into a [gun]. This gun carries these souls who have no self-awareness. When it shoots into this fortress , will explode, and countless souls will form an unexpected wave in the sea of ​​souls, crushing these alien and fragile souls like a tsunami. 】

The Primarch nodded. He did not completely believe Morgan's words, but this did not prevent him from starting to think about how this technique could be used by him.

The Primarch stood up and left, and Morgan followed silently behind him, feeling relieved that the heavy burden in his mind's kingdom was slightly relieved.

The [Gun] is powerful, and its hit means the inevitable success of the killing. Even a psyker, without foreknowledge, will only be another mournful soul under its sharp edge.

But [Gun] is also expensive. [Savage Gun] is just the most common type of Morgan's idea, but it still consumes tens of thousands of souls.

But Morgan doesn't feel bad, because [gun] means inevitable killing, and she can get new souls after the killing. As for those fragile souls that were consumed during the shooting process, these low-quality goods can neither truly Filling the cracks in her heart would disrupt the remaining order in her thinking kingdom and only increase her troubles. Their loss would naturally be insignificant, or even a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that most of her battles with Ran Dan came and went in a hurry and she didn't have time to choose, she would have been too lazy to eat these souls. In the past five years, although she had eaten hundreds of millions of souls, there were only a few that could really be used. That's all.

The rest are nothing more than consumables.

Anyway, they were originally a group of aliens.

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[This move of yours can be developed. 】

After walking to the balcony of the fortress, looking at the thick fog that still lingered in the distance, Zhuang Sen spoke slowly.

[Whether it is lightweight, taking the route of winning with numbers, or sacrificing a certain amount of preparation time to make it a weapon that can snipe or even behead generals from a distance, you can and need to study it as much as possible, our war with Ran Dan There is always a need for new powers, especially in the psychic realm. 】

A smile appeared on Morgan's lips.

[In the field of war, you are so talented, Lord Zhuang Sen. 】

【No. 】

Lion denied briefly.

[This is a universal talent. You can see it in every one of my brothers. We are generals and commanders under the Emperor. We are born to understand this and be proficient in this. 】

Then, the Primarch only felt an eerie silence behind him, followed by a sigh.

[I'm afraid I cannot agree with this, Your Excellency. 】

[Because, as I said, the talent you have shown in the field of war is the best and greatest I have ever seen so far. 】

Zhuang Sen slowly turned his head.

[Are you criticizing the talents of my two brothers? 】

[I have no right to do this, Your Excellency, nor am I qualified to judge the talent of the Primarch. 】

[But I still stick to my point of view just now. 】

There was a light in Morgan's eyes, and Zhuang Sen looked at it carefully, and he recognized that it was the light that symbolized "persistence" and "sincerity", like the snow on the iceberg.

[Because it has never been a question of talent, Your Excellency. 】

[This is a matter of attitude. 】

[This is a question about attitude, awareness, and dedication. 】

Zhuang Sen turned his head and remained silent.

[I have no intention of discrediting anyone, but as I said, Lord Johnson. 】

[Some of the most precious stars in the galaxy are shining in your heart, but you have become accustomed to it, and you don’t know that in this era when everyone is fanatically pursuing the so-called endless desire for honor and privacy, those shining and silent ones in your heart How valuable those efforts are. 】

[And I witnessed them. 】

[You are a well-deserved king in the world of war, and this crown is not given by birth, nor does it rely on superior talent, because this is a crown that is given with dedication, loyalty, and silent giving without complaint. What is forged is a crown that belongs only to you. 】

[You deserve it, Your Excellency. 】

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Morgan could hear Jonson's somewhat heavy breathing.

He didn't look at her again, just leaving a tall silent figure, his fingers seemed to be tapping the armor unconsciously.

Zhuang Sen's head was raised high, so that Morgan could not see even a trace of the front. He just stared at the layers of thick fog and breathed deeply, as if there was some priceless treasure there.

[Your words...are a bit exaggerated...yes, exaggerated. 】

[From now on...speak less...]

For some reason, Zhuang Sen's soft whisper seemed a little weak and hesitant. He turned around and walked quickly down the balcony, exuding a strange aura that kept strangers away from him.