Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Look at those guys, those giant-like guys."

"Do you think they are really human?"

"How would I know."

Sergeant Latobis raised his head. Under the gray sky like an iron curtain on Sabis 4, he could still clearly see how those steel creations fell in groups, just like It was like witnessing a miniature meteorite rain.

Next to him, the Tigray lieutenant couldn't help but marvel. Two lonely mortals were still guarding the nearly ruined trench. There were no new orders for them to execute, and there were no subordinate soldiers. Left to their own devices, the two guys who could barely be called non-commissioned officers were ruthlessly forgotten in a dusty corner just like their legions.

The two people huddled together, wrapping everything they could find made of wool and cloth around their bodies. They leaned against a relatively flat section of the trench wall, with the continuous icy road under their feet covered with a layer of ice. A layer of snow that had just fallen last night was enough to make it difficult for even the most cautious person to move.

There are no orders, no friendly troops, no winter clothes, no entertainment, not even a full meal. The only thing to be thankful for is that the group of stingy people in the Legion Logistics Department, after rounds of exploitation and calculation, have used the limited warehouses. The food was distributed to the extreme so that every soldier could get the minimum nutrients and calories needed to barely maintain his body. In the end, no one died of starvation.

As for those unlucky ones who lost their temperature and humidity in the cold wind late at night, I hope someone in their distant hometown will miss them.

The Emperor's great cause and dream burned the entire galaxy. This relentless fire of expedition not only burned countless aliens and enemy nations, but also burned those who were loyal to the Empire.

But no one cares about them.

A husband may be a wife's all, a son may be a mother's only, but when they are taken away by the Emperor, their existence is but insignificant dust in the boundless splendor, their life and their death. Equally worthless.

Tigray's fingers dug through his arms. He opened a small hole in his several layers of clothing and rummaged through it carefully until he confirmed that the letter, which had been ruined by oil and dust, was still intact. When he was lying in his arms intact, he took out his wine bottle from the other side and shook it, but he could only hear the sound of the wine rubbing against the bottom of the bottle.

Tigray sighed.

“Those (beep——) guys can’t even give me (beep——) more wine, I’m so (beep——)!”

But even so, after taking a few greedy sips, he still left a little for Latopis, but the sergeant had been obsessively watching the steel meteors that kept streaking across the sky. He watched those big guys landing, And what came out of it were groups of the most mighty and powerful warriors he had ever seen. Even the high-spirited knights in his memory were not even remotely comparable to the majestic figures in front of him.

They were wearing black armor, which was a terrifying weapon that he had never seen before. He even doubted whether anyone could really move those steel creations that seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pieces, but in fact, they were walking as fast as flying.

"That's...the Angel of Death?"

Latobis whispered the name, the name he had heard from the officers.

"Yeah, the Angel of Death, so damn majestic."

When Tigray's eyes moved to those soldiers, he couldn't move away. The dark-faced second lieutenant was stunned for a long time, and then smiled.

"Hey……"

"When I become rich one day, I will also have such an awesome name."

Lathobis did not answer, he just watched with almost obsession as the warriors lined up in formation and slowly disappeared at the edge of the desert.

"second lieutenant."

"What's wrong?"

"You told me before, what slogans do those angels of death shout when they fight?"

"That's a battle cry, kid."

"For the emperor."

"For...the..."

"For, the, emperor, for the Emperor."

Tigray tore his hoarse voice and kept repeating these simple words. The breath he exhaled condensed into pure white water vapor in mid-air, wandering under the gray iron curtain sky, like a pure flower. The clouds drifted into the stormy cumulonimbus clouds.

And in this combination of gray and white, Tigray's hoarse voice raised questions.

"Why are you learning this, kid?"

"I just thought... it might be useful."

The second lieutenant slapped him on the head without hesitation.

"Don't be so crow-mouthed!"

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"Something might be wrong."

Zahariel looked at his data pad with an unusually sad look on his face.

"The 224th Cruise Fleet did not contact us in time. They should have been on standby in the low-Earth orbit of this world when we arrived in this galaxy. Obviously, although Major General Jervis has always been a reassuring and stable captain, But this time, he was overdue.”

[Is the situation serious? 】

Morgan sat opposite him. They were staying in a temporary military tent. The table was filled with all the information about Sabis 4.

"It's not serious enough to require the dispatch of military police or military courts. After all, their delay was less than twenty-four Terran standard hours."

Zahariel shook his head.

"However, Major General Jervis may have to say goodbye to his perfect military resume. It is a pity. He has always been a stable and cautious man."

Color flashed in Morgan's eyes.

[Is it possible that it was some unexpected situation, such as an ambush in the void, or special information interference technology? 】

This question made Dark Angel really think about it, but he finally shook his head, half in denial and half in uncertainty.

"Although it is just a cruise fleet, it still has the firepower of three cruisers. The ordinary Ran Dan fleet cannot overturn them instantly. Moreover, we don't know much about Ran Dan's void combat. So far, we have fought with Ran Dan. Most of Dan’s fights were land battles.”

Such self-justification obviously made Zahariel feel at ease, but the Dark Angel's remarks did not satisfy the mortals opposite him.

[Maybe, I need some fresh air. 】

She said this and walked out.

There was a lively scene outside the legion's tent: Ashtar used some mortal soldiers to build a simple defense at their temporary station, and in return, the excess supplies on the battleship would be transported later.

Morgan's eyes did not stay on these things. She avoided the busy army and began to walk casually on the periphery of the camp. Her left hand was lowered, which exuded an extremely dim spiritual flame. Without even noticing, she placed her own marks in several remote corners of the desert.

These marks are not lethal, they just allow Morgan to teleport to any place she marked with the movement of her thoughts. She is not sure whether these things will come in handy, but it is always right to be prepared.

In this way, the silver-haired female officer was walking on the desert, and from time to time a huge shadow would cover her: it was a battleship in action in low-Earth orbit.

About a thousand soldiers of the First Legion came to this system. They belonged to different companies and groups, including Terra veterans and Calibans. This loose fleet did not have an actual commander. After all, they were just put together temporarily to complete this unexpected investigation task.

Zahariel and his warriors with Caliban blood came to the surface of the planet as a temporary defense force, while another company composed of Terrans stayed in the fleet. Some of the men were surveying the great Mandeville Point, while others were responsible for the air defense.

Ahriman also chose to stay on the battleship with the Terrans, but he purely wanted to rest for a while to replenish his energy.

In addition, there are some more fragmented teams performing their own tasks in various corners of the galaxy. They are not responsible to anyone among the thousand Dark Angels, and no one has the right to question everything.

Morgan raised her head and saw a particularly strange battleship slowly moving in low-Earth orbit, casting a shadow on the ground that she had never seen before. Morgan was convinced that this battleship did not belong to her memory. Live on any ship in the Imperial fleet.

But just when she thought more about it, the shadow had disappeared along with the movement of the battleship.

Morgan casually left the thirtieth mark. This time she chose the place where the Astartes had landed collectively before. Then, she turned around, and with the faint light of psychic energy, her figure quickly disappeared into the desert. Amidst the howling wind.

Not long after she left, a new landing module arrived belatedly, and three soldiers in silver armor stepped out of it.

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Hector was a little melancholy, but he didn't show it.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Salieri's sudden seizure, he did not intend to let it go no matter how small the possibility of finding the Primarch was. So, when the Dark Angels were landing in an orderly manner or setting up defenses, Heck Te was following Salieri around.

Although they carefully avoided all detection, the most basic sense of honor and disgrace as an Astartes told him that he was doing something very shameful.

And after wandering around like a headless fly for a long time, Hector just got an answer: The aura is no longer on the ship.

It took him three seconds to resist the urge to kill Salieri, that bastard.

"Listen, Salieri."

Hector sighed.

"Mr. Kairon even refuses this stupid action, and there is only one rally point in this world. If you can't find it again, then we can only try our luck at Mandeville Point. Those Terrans But they are not as easy to talk to as the Calibans in front of us."

Salieri just nodded, and then he couldn't wait to walk at the front.

Hector did not rush to follow him. He turned his head and whispered something to Ajax.

Then, he looked at the camp, which was a black mark in the gray desert and strong wind.

For some reason, Hector suddenly remembered a lesson from Lord Kailon.

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"Throw away all impossibility, and absurdity will become reality."