Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Webway?"

"Why did you give this place such a strange name, my lord?"

"I don't know either, Amon. When my consciousness discovered this hidden treasure in the vast ocean, the name naturally appeared in my mind: like a hidden treasure hidden in the thick fog. The top of the mountain is finally illuminated by the brilliance of the sun today.”

"You mean: this place took the initiative to call you here?"

“Indeed it is: the exuberance of its light in the vastness of the ocean is nothing less than an invitation.”

Magnus opened his mouth to answer the doubts of his soldiers. The confidence and calmness in his voice were so dazzling, as radiant as his soul itself, possessing naturally powerful persuasiveness: in the relationship between each other, In the Thousand Sons Legion, which was known for its ideological strife and debate, no one dared to refute the Primarch's opinions once he spoke.

But some people still dare to question it.

Amon is one of them.

His courage comes from many aspects: firstly, he is the nurturer of the Primarch and the first mentor of Magnus after landing in Prospero, secondly, he is also the Captain of the First Society of the Thousand Sons Legion, and The leader of the Black Crow School among the five major schools of the legion.

Originally, these two positions belonged to Ahriman. He had the expectations of everyone, including the original body and Amon. However, considering that Ahriman's career with the Dawnbreaker was indeed very important, Amon had to Keep these positions for him temporarily: he will hold them for fifty years.

This kind of semi-public and semi-private person, who is quite important in both public and private aspects, can naturally do things that others dare not think of: when other Thousand Sons are still actively joining the five major schools, using their respective schools as their While the organization was fighting for the opportunity to stand beside the original body and bask in glory, Amon could face Magnus directly and unceremoniously raise the questions hidden in his heart.

"Allow me to question, my lord."

"Of course you can question it, Amon."

Magnus was unhurried. He seemed to have anticipated Amon's attitude: he even ended his work just in time and turned to face his first teacher: the candlelight general beside the original body. His shadow was cast on the wall on the other side, looking changeable and perverse.

"Questioning everything is the essence of human wisdom, Amon."

"So, what do you want to ask?"

Qianzi took a deep breath.

"My lord, if I remember correctly, our fleet has been staying on this wild world called Aguru for three full months: during this period, the wolves and the World Eaters have been constantly urging us to join them. Expedition, even the Terran Council sent a question."

"I know, Amon."

The primarch nodded, unmoved.

"I remember Angron sent me a total of thirteen requests for help, and Leman Russ's envoy is outside now: As for the inquiry from the Terran Council? They are not urging me to join the battle, but asking me Why are you here to take people to Aguru?"

"It's my problem too, sir."

Amon looked directly at his primarch.

"This is a completely wild world. There may have been great civilizations in the past, but now there are very few signs of life here: Terra has not included this place in the territory of the Great Expedition, and even the tax collectors will not pass here, but we do Stayed here for three whole months.”

"Why did you do this? How did you discover this world in the first place?"

"Good question."

Magnus laughed, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being questioned: Of course, it was this kind of doubt that made him completely confident and able to crush it with perfect answers.

"Are there many people in the legion who have the same idea as you? Amon?"

"Everyone does have doubts in their hearts, but everyone still believes in you."

"And I won't let you down."

The original body continued. He seemed to have lost interest in the contents of the cave, so he turned and walked towards the entrance of the cave. Amon followed him closely: the original body's voice was in his ears. It echoed, appearing particularly loud due to the echo effect.

"I did find this world by feeling, Amon: During my previous trip to the vast ocean, I felt the strange light coming from this galaxy, so I ordered the fleet's course to turn here."

"Originally, this was just a casual inspection, but when I really came to this galaxy, I felt the specialness of the mountain range below us at a glance: just like all of you."

"It's really special."

Amon nodded. This was a fact that no one could refute: the Thousand Sons Legion could accompany their Primarch. The main reason for staying here for three months is that all of them understand that there must be great treasures buried under this mountain range.

After all, in a semi-barbaric world where only spears and javelins can be used, there actually exists a huge rock towering into the clouds, at least thirty kilometers high, even surpassing Mount Olympus on Mars: and It is also surrounded by a ring of loose rocks, each about three people tall.

This is definitely not something that can be built in a world that doesn't even have cranes.

Each Thousand Sons warrior was eager to dig out the secrets that shook the galaxy from these giant rocks. They worked with the Primarch for three months, and there were many twists and turns: until a few days ago, Magnus announced to everyone that he had completely Master the secrets buried under this giant rock.

So, Amon stood in front of the Primarch on behalf of all the curious people in the Legion.

"Do you know, Amon?"

"This place has been waiting for someone to discover it."

"And that person: it's me."

When they reached the entrance of the cave, the Primarch stopped. His voice seemed to be explaining to Amon, and it seemed to be talking to his soul, boasting about his silent dedication here.

"I don't know why it is here, but I can be sure that I am the sun it has been waiting for: even if that sun is not me, I will tell its existence to the real sun in this galaxy."

"You mean... the Emperor?"

"Yes."

Magnus turned his head, and the sunlight at the entrance of the cave shone on his face. Suddenly, it was the silhouette of a saint. Amon even felt that he was stunned: at this moment, he believed that what the Primarch said was the truth.

"This mountain contains endless possibilities, even suffocating me: if my guess about it is correct, then it will bring unimaginable benefits to the human race, and my father, the empire, and even the entire galaxy will benefit infinitely from it."

"I think that buried deep under this mountain is a boundary gate, leading to a huge and complex vein in the vast ocean that is difficult to describe, like an invisible blood vessel in the entire universe: if this network can be mastered, humans can travel freely in the sea of ​​stars and cross the entire galaxy in the blink of an eye."

"Compared with my discovery: the so-called dark technological age is so ridiculous."

"...Really?"

Even if these words came from the mouth of his sworn gene father, Amon still felt that this was like a dream: an empire that no longer had to worry about transportation? Then looking at the entire galaxy, what difficulties could prevent human civilization from continuing to eternity?

"I will never lie to you, my most reliable Captain Amon."

Magnus laughed. He was complacent about Amon's surprise, but there was still a trace of reason on his face.

"But in the short term, this power is destined to be out of our reach: if we rashly open it, the power in the vast ocean will gush out from it, causing irreversible harm to the physical universe."

"So, my research here will end here: I will leave enough people to guard this treasure house, and then respond to the call of Leman Russ and Angron. After solving those small things, I will tell the Emperor about the discovery here."

"Before that, there is not much I can do for this treasure house."

As he spoke, a phantom fire appeared in Magnus' palm. It was a color that Amon had never seen before, and it was a distortion that could not be described in any language: he even doubted whether this color belonged to the physical universe.

In a trance, Amon found that the projection on the wall, which symbolized his genetic father, was originally hideous and changeable. Now, because of the influence of this fire, it has become a monster that can cover the entire wall. There is no shape or rules at all, just like a large piece of pathetic meat that is pulled at will.

Cold sweat immediately flowed down the back of Amon's neck.

Behind Magnus's monster-like projection, Amon could vaguely see something even more terrifying, a monster as huge as a mountain. It seemed to be chewing Magnus's flesh wantonly: but when he blinked his eyes and wanted to see clearly, not only those terrible things had disappeared, but even the projection of the Primarch had returned to normal.

"What are you doing, Amon?"

"Ah... nothing, sir."

Amon gritted his teeth.

"I'm just a little unsure: what is this flame in your palm?"

"You've never seen it, right?"

"... That's right."

"That's right."

The Primarch smiled proudly.

"This is the main reason why I am stuck in this world: As I told you before, Amon, this [Webway] is directly connected to the Vast Ocean, which is also known as the Warp in the mouth of mortals. I found that although I can't open its door directly, I can directly absorb the purest power from the deepest part of the Warp through the crack in the middle of the door."

"Compared with these powers, what we used before is simply impurities."

The Primarch shook his head and sighed.

"Can you imagine that with the help of this treasure house, my understanding and application of the Warp has made a qualitative leap: before, I could only wander in the outer area of ​​the Warp and could only investigate the depths of the Warp, but now, I only need to extend the tentacles of consciousness to directly extract endless power from the deepest part of the Warp through this treasure house."

"The purest power: even extracting a trace can make me feel unstoppable."

The Primarch stroked his collarbone, his voice weak as a gossamer.

"They are raw but full of vitality, and have a fatal attraction. After tasting the benefits of this power, the warp power we summon through conventional rituals has become tasteless to me: only these pure powers can bring about a real leap."

"With them..."

Magnus clenched his fist, but Amon could still see the flame, not through the gap between the Primarch's fingertips, but through the outline of the flame. It seemed that it did not exist in this physical universe, but Amon could indeed feel its blazing heat: if it was in the past, Magnus would never be able to control this kind of flame.

His Primarch did not lie: Magnus's power had undergone a qualitative change, and it was no wonder that he said the following words.

"With their help, I can accomplish countless great deeds, I can create achievements that are comparable to my father, and even one day... surpass him."

"Better than he did."

"Yes... I think I can do it..."

The Primarch's voice was very low, but Amon did not dare to respond at all: even though he had no impression of the Emperor, he knew that Magnus's words were completely usurpation in the human empire.

But the worry in his heart still supported Amon to speak.

"But, sir: is this power really completely harmless?"

"Of course it is."

The Primarch nodded arrogantly.

"They are too primitive, and the elements they contain are too pure. No one present can control them except me: this is not something that can be popularized, Amon, but a personal gift from the galaxy and the warp to geniuses like me."

"But even I can't fully control them now, so I only extract a part of the power, and this part of the power is enough to change me: as long as I can completely digest them, then I can be completely changed from body to mind."

"How much did you extract, sir?"

"Don't worry."

Magnus did not respond to this question.

"I know the number, Amon."

"That's good..."

"Right!"

The Primarch seemed to remember something.

"Before we leave, remember to remind me to come back here: I think my body will be eager to taste these powers again, more powers, and I need time to pack them away as much as possible."

"...Understood, sir."

For some reason, Amon always felt a little uneasy.

After all, Magnus's state always made him feel familiar...

"Was it after you received the Space Wolf envoy?"

"Yes."

At this point, Magnus's face became a little gloomy.

"With this treasure house, I don't have to be afraid of Leman Russ anymore."

"Believe me, Amon, the information in this treasure house will be very useful: you should have heard that my narrow-minded brothers are going to criticize us at the meeting convened by the Emperor, but when I show this tremendous achievement, the bloody killings they have committed will be as pale and powerless as their brains."

"Father will eventually realize who is the real pillar of the empire: what's the use of shouting and killing on the front line for a hundred years? How can the devastation they left behind be comparable to the future I have opened up for all mankind?"

"I can indeed tolerate their unreasonableness, but it doesn't mean I will always tolerate it."

"Your will, my lord."

Amon lowered his head and did not refute Magnus's words. He reached a consensus with his genetic father on this matter, because he knew who Magnus was referring to when he said [rudeness]: the Space Wolf who was standing outside the cave on standby at this moment.

He was Russ's messenger, the Wolf Lord of the Fifth Company of the Sixth Legion, and the embodiment of rudeness in the eyes of all the Thousand Sons.

There was one thing that neither Amon nor Magnus mentioned: the reason why the Thousand Sons stayed here for so long and ignored the call of the Sixth Legion was not only because they found the treasure here, but also a silent protest against the Space Wolves.

Because Leman Russ's Wolf Lord had come to this world two months ago and conveyed the call of the Wolf King, but his words to Magnus were extremely rude: in front of a full six thousand Thousand Sons warriors, the wolf ordered Magnus to respond to the Wolf King's call immediately and attack the entire army to the battlefield of the galaxy.

That's right: order.

To be honest, after he said such aggressive words, Magnus's own kindness was the only reason why this wolf cub was still alive.

"I have always disliked wild wolves, but I never thought they would be so rude."

Amon's voice was full of indignation.

"You once led your army to fight against the greenskins with the Space Wolves on Drogon, but this is how they respond to you now: if they don't respect you, why would they call us to join their expedition?"

"Because there are some things that you can't see clearly from your position."

Magnus is very open-minded.

"First of all, the Space Wolves may not be kind to me because of our side-by-side battle on Drogon: Amon, don't forget that in the later stages of that war, after ensuring that the Sixth Legion was fully capable of defeating the remaining greenskins on the battlefield on its own, I led the main force of the Legion to protect the ancient artifacts on that world, which are the only ones in the galaxy."

"But the wolves think this is desertion."

"But this is necessary, the value of those artifacts is immeasurable."

Amon nodded.

"I think the core of their anger is because our retreat cost them more than a hundred lives. After all, we failed to notify the wolves in time: After that battle, we were in the Sixth Army All the envoys were invited back.”

"yes."

Magnus nodded, feeling no guilt about it.

"Ruth doesn't understand this: There is always something larger than life."

"As for why Leman Russ summoned me again to fight alongside him after such a bad thing happened, the reason is a little darker. Amon: We all know my brother of the wolf. He has always regarded himself as the emperor's executioner. Although he does not have the corresponding abilities at all, this does not prevent him from doing things according to the corresponding logic. "

"what do you mean……"

Amon narrowed his eyes, thinking of something very bad.

"That's right."

Magnus was neither sad nor happy.

"He summoned me not because he really wanted to fight alongside me, but to test my loyalty to the Emperor: just like our loyalty to the Emperor can be determined by just a few words from Leman Russ. Same."

"He...how dare he..."

"Of course he dares! It's not surprising what that barbarian does."

The Primarch snorted.

"It's not just me, any legion they think has strength and ambition will be pulled by Leman Russ to fight alongside them. Look at Angron and his Devourer, even Morgan and her Dawnbreaker. No exception: this is a bit too exaggerated.”

"We all know what's wrong with Morgan, everyone in the galaxy knows it: her legion, which can only recruit a few hundred people at a time, can be a threat to the empire? So what if she has the entire Far Eastern Frontier? A mortal army The power of the Legion of Dawn is nothing compared to the power of the Legion of Astartes. The Legion of Dawnbreaker is like a three-year-old child holding a sharp blade. No real strong man will be afraid of this kind of threat. "

"Only Leman Russ, a barbarian, can't understand it."

The primarch smiled

"Speaking of this, I remembered something. I once went deep into the deepest part of the subspace, trying to find a way for my sister to solve the genetic disease of her legion. But in the end, even I could only If you can return without success, there will be no gain at all.”

Magnus shook his head and sighed, he felt truly sad for Morgan.

"Didn't you tell her?"

"It's not a big deal. What can I promote about helping my blood relatives? What's more, I didn't help: Morgan is not the kind of person who needs to deliberately please. She and I have a spiritual understanding and our friendship Looking at all the primarchs, they are among the best."

"I may not be the most important brother in her heart, but at least I am among the top three."

"Rather than Morgan, we'd better worry about that guy Russ."

"Are you worried about Leman Russ testing the strength of the original body?"

"That's right."

"Then why does he never fight alongside the Ultramarines Legion?"

"..."

"Because Guilliman and his Ultramarines are too powerful."

"And: do they still use tests?"

A burst of light laughter echoed between Magnus and Amon. They seemed to have returned to the days on Prospero, wantonly mocking the idiots in the world, and walked out of the cave side by side.

The first to greet them were the Scarab Order, Magnus's personal guard, privately known as the [Lion Guard]. These terminators, painted in fiery red, were like robots and had no emotion at all: in fact , they were indeed called robots by Ferus, which is simply the strongest certification in the galaxy.

"It can't be helped: for all Primarch Guards are like this."

Magnus blinked.

"The same is true for the Mordred guard beside Morgan: no matter how loose and loose the ordinary Dawnbreakers are, those who can become the original bodyguards are still taciturn and machine-like warriors."

"But I think they might be different privately."

Amon boldly assumed.

"After all, we all know that Mr. Morgan is a... soft person."

Father and son laughed again, and this inherent impression of the Lord of Avalon in the empire left a mark on their hearts: no one would deny that Morgan was outstanding in many aspects, and no one would think that the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker What a majestic Primarch.

Compared to her brothers, Morgan is indeed the [younger sister] among the original bodies.

Maybe people like Guilliman would have a different view on this?

But who would believe Guilliman.

"Are you refuting me?"

"I wouldn't dare, my lord."

Amon smiled and shook his head.

"In the entire Thousand Sons Legion, no one dares to oppose your thinking."

"No, there is one."

Magnus sighed.

"Ahriman, he is the only one in the entire legion who dares to oppose me, and even goes against my orders behind my back. I have no doubt that if one day I have a conflict with his thoughts, he will go it alone behind my back. : But he has left our legion for too long, and only his career can still make me feel gratified. "

"It's okay, my lord."

Amon was comforted.

"We will see Ahriman again soon. The Dawnbreakers are also on the list of this expedition. If we set off today, we should be able to meet them before the battle begins: and the wild wolves."

"Yes."

The Primarch was a little helpless.

"I really don't know what the Emperor and the Terra Council think: we only need one of the Dawnbreakers or the World Devourers to assist us, and this long-range battle will definitely end perfectly. There is nothing wrong with both of them."

"It will be a pleasure to fight side by side with Morgan and the Dawnbreakers. They understand the true essence of this universe, and Angron and his World Devourers are also great. They are great warriors who follow the rules. As long as you define their respective responsibilities with them before the battle begins, they will never let you down."

"And my brother Angron is also a very elegant person."

"But Leman Russ is different."

The Primarch showed sarcasm.

"Or rather, it's the group of untamed wolf cubs under his command: fighting with them is a double torture of psychology and physiology. Just watching them running on the battlefield makes me feel sick. They are not the Emperor's warriors at all."

"They are a group of bloodthirsty lunatics."

"I really hope that the World Eaters will not be influenced by the Space Wolves. I don't want the World Eaters to degenerate into the appearance of Space Wolves: I don't need to worry about the Dawnbreakers. Although Morgan is a weak person, she is still very concerned about her legion. She will protect her offspring like a female eagle."

The Primarch continued to talk, Amon lagged behind him by half a body, and the silent scarabs were farther away from them. They used psychic means to leave the cave under their feet and stood directly in the hot desert.

Occupying the edge of the field of vision were a hundred scarlet tents. They were scattered on the salt plain, with dozens of Thousand Sons soldiers stationed in each tent. From a distance, they looked like a walking wildfire: and surrounded by this group of wildfires, the smelly and hard stone called Wolf Lord had never been so eye-catching.

"He just stood there waiting."

"Two hours."

"How rude."

Magnus snorted.

"But I can't bring myself to the same level as him: Amon, go pick sixty bronze-skinned warriors from my eunuchs. I hope they carry a silk white awning so that I can talk to this wild wolf in a darker place."

"Understood, of course, I'll go now."

"By the way, go to my tent and get my book."

"Take advantage of this opportunity, I think I can also seize the time to further improve the treatment plan I envisioned for Angron: I don't want my brother to die. A life, drowned in his hopeless nihilism, I will definitely find a chance to save him. "

"Can this work, sir, even the Emperor said at the time..."

"The Emperor said it."

"But I didn't say it!"

"Go get the book!"

"...Understood, sir."

Amon took the order and left, and Magnus once again drew out that pure power, slowly felt the breath in it, and then slowly put it into his soul: the expression of enjoyment flashed across the face of the Primarch, followed by a long sigh.

"With this power..."

"Even those things that only the Emperor can decide..."

"I think: I can say it too."

"After all...I am his hope."

"Yes...I am his hope..."