Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Contrary to popular speculation, the Space Wolves during the Legion era were not actually a completely disorganized force.

In fact, during the Great Crusade, the hierarchy among the descendants of Leman Russ was more obvious and strict among the twenty legions of Astartes, but their brutal and reckless appearance obscures this.

And this is exactly the result of the hard work and planning of Fenris Wolf King Leman Russ day after day.

Back then, when the Emperor had just launched his great crusade, the Sixth Legion was the most terrifying, barbaric, and corrupted legion under his command. Its reputation was even greater than that of the Eighth Legion, which was keen on spreading terror, and the corpses that drank blood. The Ghost Legion is even worse. After all, the former knows how to use suitable reasons to cover up their bloody tactics, while the latter is more due to congenital flaws in their bloodline.

The Sixth Legion is different. These [Tearers] have neither innate flaws nor necessary reasons. They have created horrific massacres one after another purely because of their bloodthirsty desire. Countless people The hive and the world were reduced to ruins under their iron boots. No matter what the mission was, whether it was attack, defense, forced surrender, or assistance, in the end it was very likely to become a massacre targeting everyone, even the unarmed. The old, weak, women and children will not get the slightest sympathy.

In the end, the Sixth Legion even had to set up military discipline inspectors, unheard of among the Astartes, who were responsible for executing legionnaires who lost control and slaughtered wantonly.

This situation lasted until the return of Leman Russ, and the King of Fenris promised his father that he would change his children and legions and prevent them from heading into the worst and most depraved abyss.

Leman Russ certainly did it.

He first fought side by side with his descendants, slaughtering countless aliens and enemies, and gained true respect.

The Supreme King of the frozen world introduced the customs of the home planet into his legions and gave them the name [Space Wolves]. The old atmosphere of indifference and blood began to change due to the orders of the Gene Father. The woodcut The decorations of poems and animal skins covered the blood-stained walls. The Sixth Legion soon became a representative of rudeness and barbarism in the eyes of mortals, but it gradually washed away the indiscriminate killings and turned those impulsive desires into something Heroism and open-mindedness create a soul unique to the Space Wolves.

At the same time, Leman Russ was also quietly dripping the simple but stubborn royal power in barbarian society into the blood of the Legion. The natural power and authority of the Primarch made this simple and crude rule The method has been maximized, and the Sixth Legion is finally no longer a force that will wantonly go alone because of personal anger. All its brutality and bloodiness have been tightly restrained by Leman Russ.

But this also seems to mean that if one day, even Leman Russ loses his mind, then the situation will fall into the worst possibility in the blink of an eye.

In this superficially loose but actually harsh legion system, there are only two types of people who can stay outside the power of Leman Russ. One is the Wolf Priest. Their identities determine that they need a fearless position. To give suggestions and advice to the officers, and the second type is the most special unit in the entire Sixth Army.

It was the Thirteenth Dalian Company that had caused a huge disaster.

Wolf Lord Yolin of the Thirteenth Great Company - Bloodhowl and his warriors are the most special group of people in the entire legion. Most of them are Leman Russ's original comrades. When the Primarch was still Fenris When Leman Russ was an ordinary prince on the planet, they fought side by side, and when Leman Russ returned to the Empire as a descendant of the Emperor, these warriors who were no longer young insisted on following their king.

Most of them never stepped off the operating table of the Astartes transformation surgery, and those successful survivors, led by Yorlin, became the most trusted and indulgent force of Leman Russ, the Wolf King. Let them run rampant in various battles and gain victory and bloody joy.

Until this time, a disaster occurred.

Yolin simply ignored the Dark Angel's communication. Although he had received it early in the morning, his anger and dissatisfaction at not being able to catch up with the beginning of the war made him block it at will. The [Eslumnir] was ordered by the Wolf Lord They galloped down the road and pounced on their biggest opponent, preparing to swallow the honor of killing Duran's flagship, which was given to them by Leman Russ as a reward for their months of hard work.

As for the Dark Angel battleships that kept bypassing Duran's flagship, he didn't bother to take care of them. Under the wolf Lord's constant roars and orders, the [Eslumnir] withstood the last firepower of Duran's fleet. The Dark Angel's continuous communication requests sent out two rounds of fatal light spears, sending the huge prey in front of him to the eternal Hades.

It wasn't until the scarlet cracks that symbolized death began to spread all over the body of Duran's flagship that Yolin slapped the seat with satisfaction. The boredom and unhappiness of the past few months disappeared with this hearty hunt.

The whole ship and its wolf master were shouting and turning the steering gear and direction, intending to find the next prey.

No one paid attention to it. The Dark Angel fleet, which had been communicating continuously, seemed to have fallen into a strange and strange silence.

——————

"grown ups……"

"I make a request of you."

"I ask for your permission to carry out our revenge."

"This is murder, my lord, this is a complete murder and betrayal! He is slaughtering our soldiers! He is slaughtering your best descendants! They refuse communication, refuse all communication! This is deliberate murder!"

Through the hissing electronic sound of the communicator, the captain of the "Sword of Numac" pleaded in Jonson's ear. He begged for revenge and permission to fight back. Anyone could hear the tone in his voice. What terrible anger radiated, and how much patience he used to suppress it.

One hundred and eighty Dark Angels, they come from the [Indomitable Truth], from the [Sword of Numac], from the best formations of the second, sixth and ninth knights, from Terra and Caliban come from countless journeys filled with honor and sacrifice.

They may have been fighting for the Emperor's cause before the great crusade began, they may have listened to the Emperor's guidance and command, or they may have never fought against the enemy in countless battles in the past. I have suffered setbacks and failures before.

But now, everything is over.

Everything was clearly displayed on the electronic projection, and Zhuang Sen could see the death of the Duran beast: it had been completely torn apart by the kinetic energy of the explosion, and the terrifying power contained in the reactor was slowly destroying it. Tortured to death, one can even clearly see how the battleship's keel underwent the most extreme bending, and finally broke suddenly. All the decks and corridors were shattered, facing the oxygen-free space and deadly radiation in the void. Tens of thousands of Duran people died for the giant beast at the first moment of its death, and those who were unfortunate enough to survive had to go through a longer period of pain and struggle.

This is true for everyone.

Including his descendants.

The same is true for his descendants.

Their deaths were meaningless.

The face of the Caliban Lion was shrouded in endless haze and silence. He did not speak or refute, but maintained the most terrifying low pressure. He quietly witnessed Duran's battleships attacking one after another. The explosion turned into a ball of burning scrap iron, and the green pupils captured the flash of light and shadow of the shield.

He seemed to remember something, and the face occupied by anger and heaviness moved out of the shadows and looked at his sweating blood relative aside.

Piles of sweat were spread on Morgan's cheeks and neck, wetting thousands of hairs. She was breathing heavily, and the spiritual energy that was extremely squeezed in an instant was being fed back in a steady stream at this moment. She, her waist was a little bent, and a blood-red light flashed in her blue pupils.

She noticed the Lion King's gaze and lowered her head in shame and annoyance.

[Thirty-three... alive. 】

Zhuang Sen was quiet. He still didn't say anything. The Primarch just nodded slightly and let his face return to the shadows.

At this moment, he was so terrifying, yet so quiet and elegant.

In Sabis, in Wollaston, in Billivian, even in Sisyphus...

He had never been so scary.

Zhuang Sen slowly raised the communicator, put it to his lips, and whispered the order. The unquestionable voice naturally overshadowed the request of the "Sword of Numac".

[Send Storm Bird, there are still our people alive on Dulan's battleship, we must ensure their safety. 】

The other end of the communicator was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of noisy and busy sounds. But just after these sounds slowly faded away, the trembling voice of the high-ranking knight appeared again, still asking for permission for revenge. .

The lion of Caliban did not answer immediately. He just looked at the electronic projection quietly, watching [Eslumnir] swaggering through the burning ruins, as if he were a pure and innocent savior, in the In his infinite glory, he enjoys everything that is natural to him.

he breathed.

He tried his best to calm down.

He had to stay calm.

…

That battleship is about to sail away...

…

In the end, Zhuang Sen's brows jumped uncontrollably, and his pupils were finally occupied by some unknown fog.

He spoke.

——————

【Can. 】

【I allowed it. 】

——————

"Keep heading! Speed ​​up!"

"You little bastards! Get moving!"

"Prepare the light spear! Let's kill another one! We can't let those bastards of Ogwai get the upper hand! Let them all see, guys! We are the strongest!"

Yolin sat on his throne, and his hoarse shouts unique to the Fenrisians shook the command room. All the Space Wolves began to howl, and even the ordinary crew members and mortal servants were excited. Yelling and enjoying the savage joy of hunting.

The Wolf Lord couldn't help but stand up, looking for the next target with high spirits, and then, something strange happened.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an unexpected attack accurately hit the Wolf Lord's battleship. This seemed to be a test, an attempted adjustment, and the first breath of fanatical revenge.

"What the hell..."

Before the Wolf Lord could express his confusion, the second blow came one after another. The strongest and most deadly beam of destructive energy was heading straight for their battleship. All the warning instruments and warning runes were shouting loudly at all costs. They neighed, but they were of no use at all.

The second blow came as promised. It was a heavy blow of unabashed hatred. The light spear perfectly hit the Wolf Lord's battleship. The three layers of void shields turned into useless ions under the ravage of high temperature and energy. The explosion and The impact began to strike everywhere on the bridge and body of the [Eslumnir]. The entire battleship tilted and fell under this solid blow, and was even hit by Duran who was very close at hand. It was captured by the gravity of the parent star and slowly moved towards the surface.

In the chaos, only the almost never-ending piercing scream of Tyrant Duran still echoed in every corner.

"What the hell is going on!"

Yolin was roaring. He was completely confused by this inexplicable blow. The Wolf Lord rushed to the divination box and searched the direction of Duran carefully, but did not see any enemy ships that could issue such a threat. .

unless……

A terrible thought came to his mind.

Yolin adjusted the angle of the divination box and turned it in another direction: a direction that he didn't like but never had to worry about or be on guard against.

He saw it.

[Sword of Numac] is facing them directly. This is an extremely suitable position for sniping. Amazing energy is gathering around this Dark Angel battleship: the divination box faithfully reflects reality, [Sword of Numac] The "Eslumnir" has prepared its light spear again, and the deadly weapon is aimed at the "Esrumnir" that has temporarily lost its ability to move.

Behind it, the Dark Angels' capital ships were adjusting their directions one by one, aiming their cannons and the thickest armor at the Space Wolves fleet. Even in the most distant place, the [Indomitable Truth] It has also slowly started its main engine.

The Space Wolves' fleet also clearly felt that something was wrong on this side. The [Nidhogg] had discovered the dangerous situation of its brother and was rushing towards the [Esrumnir] at all costs, and On the public channel of the communicator, the emergency communication between ships that should have been in chaos due to the war suddenly exploded because of the sudden murder. All the Space Wolf battleships roared and questioned, and several Hundreds of messages are rushing in the channel in a chaotic manner, making it difficult to hear any sound.

Yolin's eyes widened, and he stared at all this blankly, as if a child had witnessed the sea for the first time.

This fearless wolf master could only sigh subconsciously now.

"My father is on top..."

——————

Yolin's emotion can't change anything.

Without even a second's delay, the moment the light spear was ready, the [Sword of Numac] launched the final blow without hesitation, placing the death declaration on the place where hundreds of dark warriors had been taken away. On the murderer of the angel's life.

The [Esrumnir] discovered this attack, and it was trying its best to turn around with difficulty among the countless floating ruins, intending to fight against this murder, but it seemed that nothing could be done.

The bright spear of light drew a fatal and devouring color in the void, eager to harvest the last life, but at the moment it was about to hit the target, the [Nidhogg] arrived in time, this unexpected savior He activated all his backup energy positions and blocked the blow for his battle brothers. The light spear destroyed all its void shields, and all the bridges and masts were wiped out in the most violent shock wave. The entire battleship fell into a tilting state under the double blow of speed and power, and even countless lights disappeared from the portholes of the [Nidhogg] at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For a moment, the two Space Wolf battleships lay side by side in the center of the battlefield, losing the power to continue fighting and sailing. In the endless void, only the endless smile of Tyrant Duran surrounded them. they.

At this moment, Leman Russ's roar finally overwhelmed all the messages and exploded in Zhuang Sen's ears.

——————

[Leon-Jonson! my brother! 】

【What are you doing! 】

【answer me! 】

【You are committing murder! 】

【You are attacking my heir! Your companion! 】

【What on earth are you doing! Stop it! 】

Countless cries like these rushed from the mouths of the Space Wolves Primarch, echoing in the room like thunder in the valley.

Jonson lowered his head and listened to these roars. He seemed to deliberately maintain a certain kind of silence, enjoying the way Leman Russ's voice gradually became distorted and anxious during the long roar.

Finally, at a certain moment, his dull complexion got better.

Morgan could see a deliberate smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and along with his smile was the deep, restrained, cultivated voice of the Primarch, but he did not hide his acrimony and contempt.

[You are here too, Leman Russ. 】

[I thought those stupid bastards of yours had finally gone completely crazy, leaving you behind and coming to me, barking and barking. 】

[So, I will help you discipline them. 】

【Discipline? ! 】

[Are you fucking crazy? 】

[Our enemy is Duran! Not us each other! If you want to go crazy! Don't go crazy at this time! 】

Leman Russ's roar filled the entire public channel, and amidst this straightforward roar and insult, Jonson was actually kept in a silent and dangerous atmosphere of elegance.

He brought his lips close to the communicator, and first lightly mocked Leman Russ's brain and wisdom: as if he was mocking two lumps of air.

He sarcastically mocked Leman Russ in front of everyone, from the Dark Angels to the Space Wolves.

Until he felt that the Wolf King was about to go crazy, Zhuang Sen's tone suddenly changed, and he began to tell Leman Russ about his plans and actions, bit by bit, bit by bit, in front of everyone. , what exactly did his descendants do.

Then he heard silence.

Leman Russ's roaring breathing turned into a deathly silence the moment he understood everything.

It turned into a tranquility that made him feel satisfied and happy.

Then, Jonson heard a roar. It was not the roar of Leman Russ, but the roar of Jolin, Blackblood, Bravier and all the Space Wolves. They were all roaring, roaring, and clamoring for blood debt. Blood payment.

But in the next second, the most violent roar belonging to Leman Russ overwhelmed all the sounds. This roar was not directed at other people, but at Leman Russ's own heirs and warriors. Attitude silenced all voices eager to continue the conflict and took a deep breath.

Afterwards, everyone on the public channel could hear Leman Russ's low, slow, and even as soft voice as possible.

[Jonson, my brother. 】

【You have been wronged. 】

[Please wait a moment on your battleship. 】

[I will go to you personally...to apologize. 】

As soon as these words fell, the public channel connecting hundreds of warships suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Jonson laughed.

His brother was not a Space Wolf after all.