Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"It's falling! It's going to fall!"

Neither the roar coming from high in the sky nor the shrill screams of the heirs beside him attracted Perturabo's attention.

The death of a giant steel beast is destined not to be a silent whimper. The wail of the [Steadfast Light] sounded from the running of countless people, echoing for a long time in the ruin-like steel jungle, whether it was the attacker or the defender. Everyone stopped in unison. They raised their heads high and witnessed the destruction in front of them with awe.

Like the roar from the deepest part of purgatory, the sounds of explosions and steel friction constantly tortured the Primarch's ears, but Perturabo did not waver at all. He held his hammer tightly and single-handedly guarded the core. On the city avenue, destroyed tanks and armored vehicles were piled up in front of him. They were connected together and looked like a Great Wall lit up with smoke from a distance.

Perturabo gasped, and just as he was taking time to adjust his breathing, the steel ruins in front of him couldn't help but rumble. He looked up and saw only an Executioner tank crushing his dead comrades, and the ferocious cannon His mouth was smeared blood red, and he was looking for his prey with his dark vision.

The Primarch laughed. He stood the warhammer in his hand on the ground, lowered his head, and faced the ferocious provocateur in silence.

The scene became awkward for a moment. The several-meter-tall Primarch stood opposite a war engine larger than him. Around them were mountains of corpses and seas of blood consisting of at least one armored regiment and three infantry brigades.

Perturabo's will is connected to every corner of his body through countless thought cables. Along with his thoughts, countless fist-sized cannonballs are arranged in sequence from the storage area of ​​​​the back armor, waiting for the opportunity.

The Primarch whispered instructions, his voice flowing into the army network from the thought cables, receiving and processing a steady stream of messages. Perturabo naturally bypassed his senior officers and advisors. He directly commanded each team that guarded the key points, and even personally controlled the anti-aircraft artillery positions behind him, and compiled an air defense firepower network that was finally acceptable in his opinion.

Finally, the executioner took action.

Perturabo's few seconds of silence were regarded by him as a disdainful mockery. The Primarch could even hear the hoarse shouts behind the tank's thick frontal armor. The blood-red muzzle was facing his face, in anger. Launched a deadly reaper.

The Lord of Steel raised his hammer, the indestructible steel wrapped in lightning and energy, and roared as he swung it, tearing a whirlwind through the air.

"boom!"

The cannonball was hit, and the Primarch's arrogant strength and exquisite skills forcibly changed the trajectory of Death. The blow that was originally going to hit the face was forcibly distorted by the will of the demigod in mid-air, and it hit the side. The ruins completely reduced the last remains of the once tall building to ashes.

Then, Perturabo moved his shoulders, and with his movements, spider-like mechanical arms and steel prosthetics stretched out in all directions, revealing rows of ruthless destroyers below.

With the Primarch's fingertips, dozens of missiles and more energy beams roared out, drowning the bewildered challenger in front of him in the blink of an eye. This was the last spray of flames in this steel torrent. .

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"I'm waiting for my gauss cannons and hive missiles to refill."

"What are you waiting for?"

The Primarch's chuckle echoed in the air, and then, as if he sensed something, he frowned, raised his head, and looked toward the sky in the center of Kalena City.

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The beast is dead.

The situation of the Steadfast Light has reached its worst point: this magnificent ancient ship has tilted high in the sky, and its bow and right wing bridge are hanging down at a shocking angle. , as if it would hit the ground directly in the next second.

Magnus squinted his eyes. He could already hear the violent cracking sound coming from the central area of ​​the giant ship. He could already see large pieces of debris falling from every corner of the ship's body from time to time. He could already predict when this would happen. When a giant steel beast completely dies, its death struggle will cause terrible carnage.

The Iron Warrior on the side carefully reminded the primarch.

"Sir, the [Steadfast Light] is not in the best condition right now. Our repair work has only been completed less than 60%. Its power cabin and flotation device can be used, but there are a lot of tearing holes in the hull. The gap has not been repaired completely in time..."

"In other words, it may disintegrate in mid-air at any time?"

Magnus interrupted the report of the son of Perturabo. His red face was now a little more gloomy, but the original gene knew that he could not blame anyone. In the situation just now, it was right to let the ship take off to avoid danger. The safest way.

"It is indeed possible to disintegrate, but it is more likely that the power core area will be separated from the main part, causing the entire ship to lose its power source and fall directly."

Magnus raised his head and was silent for two seconds. Then, his one eye began to shine, which was the gleam of dark blue and red.

"Ahriman, assist me."

He called to his heir in a low voice.

"Morgan, you are responsible for cleaning up the pests around you."

The silver-haired female officer nodded, and then the Primarch felt a force that was enough for him to pay attention to gathering in this mortal body.

"Forsis, Amon, Enan, Balak..."

He whispered each name until every son of Prospero in Carena answered their father's call, which did not take long, perhaps only a second in the eyes of a mortal.

"I need your strength."

After saying that, Magnus stretched out his arms, and the invisible giant stood behind him.

Ahriman raised his head, and his pupils were already occupied by light blue psychic flames, like a fire elf coming out of mythology.

The captain of the Thousand Sons squeezed out every ounce of spiritual energy in his body as much as possible, and then merged it all into the invisible giant constructed by his genetic father without hesitation. He knew that now Magnus only needs a moment to If he made a mistake, he would be torn into pieces by the huge psychic backlash, but he believed in his father from the bottom of his heart.

He had been like this since Prospero's disaster, just like every Thousand Sons.

From the corner of his eye, Ahriman could see a blue and purple light glowing next to Morgan. He could see Forsythe raising his arms as well, waving all his psychic powers, and those he could name. Every blood brother of Ahriman, he could see every Thousand Sons approaching here rushing to join their team, and those who were outside his field of vision, Ahriman also quickly appeared among the invisible giants. I felt their surging power.

"That's it."

Finally, Magnus moved.

As the Primarch's fingers spread out, the thousand-foot-tall void giant stepped forward. Only the most powerful psykers could truly distinguish every inch of its details in the ocean of the third eye.

Magnus's hands began to twist, and the giant composed purely of spiritual energy and will also stretched out its arms, preparing to turn this devastating fall into an acceptable crash landing.

Ahriman gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. Beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Morgan's eyes flashed with purple light, and her consciousness drifted from thousands of souls. She selected those individuals who exuded strangeness and crushed their lives almost indiscriminately.

Perturabo looked at the huge ship that was falling rapidly. No one knew what his steel face was thinking. After a while, the Lord of Steel turned around and handed over everything and his trust to his brother. .

"Stick to your position, Iron Warriors, the battle is not over yet."

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In the eyes of thousands of people, in the prayers of mothers, and in the cries of children, the behemoth and the giant finally collided. This was a war between the will of the original gene and the might of nature.

Mortals could not witness it. The panicked refugees only saw the steel behemoth that was supposed to fall paused in mid-air. The violent sound of breaking through the air burst out from its underbelly in all directions, smashing through countless Human eardrums cannot stop the thunderous cheers.

But by the time the cheers of mortals reached the tower where the Primarch was, there was only a low and rapid spell and the crackling sound of everyone's sweat hitting the ground.

Despite the help of hundreds of Thousand Sons, Magnus was still under great pressure. Veins as thick as a mortal finger were now all over the Primarch's forehead. Under Morgan's gaze, Magnus's His eyes were exuding desperate madness.

No one can evaluate Magnus, because no one can truly understand the pressure he is under now. Even the strength that all the Thousand Sons can bear combined is not as much as one thousandth of the Primarch.

The size of the Steadfast Light was comparable to the standard battleships of the Imperial Navy of Mankind, not to mention that almost every piece of its material contained anti-psionic elements. Magnus felt as if he was lifting a battleship himself. , his brain has completely exploded, and countless memories, thoughts and psychic fragments are twisting in the boiling mind.

"No……"

The Primarch groaned uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably from his fingertips to his ankles. Magnus only felt that the great power of the warp was rejoicing for this crazy confrontation, and they rushed forward one after another. They flocked to him and his heirs, assisting this miracle and involuntarily destroying it.

"...damn..."

Countless forces were rushing through his brain. He could vaguely hear everyone cheering, but his mind could no longer understand them. Magnus could feel saliva flowing from his teeth, and his feet were shaking because of this. His muscles, his brain, his tendons, and his teeth were all crackling and making low groans of torture.

He saw it raining before him and realized it was his own sweat.

He felt himself wailing, and then he realized that it wasn't his own voice—it was his children.

"……No!"

Magnus's soul was roaring, but the bloody prophecy had bloomed of its own accord.

He saw what was coming, he saw that in his terrible confrontation with gravity he would win a most brutal victory.

With the successful landing of the steel behemoth, countless concentrated spiritual energies will react instantly, and these unstoppable forces will in turn tear apart every Thousand Sons.

He will be stained with blood, covered with blood... the blood of his children.

The Scarlet King...that's what people would call him.

"No!"

Magnus wailed, but he could not stop this, because the [Steadfast Light] was getting closer to the surface than ever before. He could even hear the Iron Warriors beside him cheering to witness the miracle, and he could even realize that The psychic giant was raising his fist, aiming at each of his unsuspecting offspring.

At this desperate moment, he heard a voice.

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[Need help, Lord Magnus? 】

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Ahriman collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

He swore he hadn't been this crazy in a long time.

It was only then that the pain that he felt afterward began to spread throughout his body. It was the inevitable result of squeezing himself extremely. Ahriman raised his hands with difficulty, but he no longer had the right strength to treat himself.

He felt like a mortal at this moment, a mortal who was about to die of old age. The captain of the Thousand Sons raised his head and looked around, only to find that everyone in his field of vision was like this now, including Morgan.

She even looked the most miserable.

Then, Ahriman felt the most powerful and familiar spiritual energy envelope him and everyone present. It was the healing power from his genetic father, Magnus. Seconds later, Ahriman felt like he could once again plunge into a battle or the most difficult mission.

The Primarch walked among his descendants and subordinates. He watched with satisfaction as they quickly regained their vitality. Ahriman raised his head and looked at the center of Kalena City: [The Steadfast Light] has landed safely. Thousands of people left it like a colony of ants.

"You have created a miracle, father!"

"It was us, we created it together."

Magnus answered his child with a smile, and then walked to the only person who had not yet recovered.

The Primarch bent down and carefully helped Morgan up.

"I need to say a special thank you, Morgan, for everything you have done for me and my children."

[Ahem...it's your job, Your Excellency. 】

The silver-haired female official seemed to be reluctant to answer. She kept coughing and spitting out a little blood from time to time.

"No, it's much more important than that. You can't imagine how timely your help was."

Faced with Magnus's compliment, Morgan seemed to want to answer, but she quickly bent over and coughed desperately. Although she had covered her mouth, Ahriman could still see the unstoppable blood flowing from it. It kept flowing between her fingers, dripping on the snow-white windbreaker, like broken red plum blossoms.

Magnus's expression turned serious.

"Well, it seems the situation is worse than I imagined, but don't worry, I will personally be responsible for your treatment until the last step, Ms. Morgan."

[I feel like this is a tear in the soul, Your Majesty, and it can be difficult. 】

"certainly."

Magnus smiled, an absolutely confident smile that only comes after creating a miracle.

"But the Warp is a treasure trove of all things."

"And I am the one who holds the key."

"After the things here are over, I will take you and the most seriously injured of my descendants into the subspace again to find a way to treat your injuries."

"Trust me, leave everything to me. I am Magnus. I will never let things get worse."