Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

#796 - Slaanesh: Guhehehehe

Chapter 776 Slaanesh: Guhehehehehe…

"Rana."

"Um."

"Did you know that some people actually feel pleasure when teleporting?"

"Uh-huh?"

Because he was thinking about other things before, when Lana realized what the old friend sitting next to him said, it was too late.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The chief guard raised his hand, wanting to rub his nose which was sore from being run over by a heavy object, and then he realized that he was wearing a helmet: his already rough shouting, enhanced by the loudspeaker, was even harsher than the rumbling sound of the transport cabin.

"I……"

After being attacked by five or six pairs of disapproving eyes, the Terra veteran who had just spoken belatedly realized what he had just said: The veteran covered his forehead in confusion, looking like a rookie who was over a hundred years old.

"I...I don't know either."

"I just thought about it and said it out loud?"

"Be careful next time."

Rana remained silent, staring seriously at the brother next to him. After a few seconds, after making sure that what he said was true, the Chief Guard reprimanded him coldly, then shrank back to his seat, lowered his head, and had no interest in paying attention to other people.

He wants to hide it.

He couldn't let the other fighting brothers present know that he was actually thinking about the same thing just now.

Rana had heard that claim, too.

Every boarding and teleportation actually makes people feel suffocated as if they are walking between life and death. When the human soul brushes against the radiation in the real universe and the chaotic currents of the subspace, the feeling of being down to earth again will excite the brain and body at the same time.

This is not only a physiological reaction, but also a psychological happiness, just like a person suddenly figures out an important thing, and the feeling of enlightenment spreads. No happiness in the world can compare to it.

Senses like these are common among Astartes and mortals, and even some Primarchs are no exception: especially when they undergo warp teleportation, their souls are directly exposed to the warp and the sensory stimulation becomes particularly obvious.

Although it only lasts for a brief moment, it can still produce a strange feeling that simply does not exist in the real universe.

Some people seemed to be born with no resistance to this abnormal fetish, and Rana was glad that he was not one of them: the closest he had ever come to feeling this kind of physical pleasure was when he was fortunate enough to stand beside his mother and be teleported to the battlefield with the Primarch.

The teleportation array summoned by the Spider Queen herself is not only much safer and more comfortable than the empire's most sophisticated teleportation force field, but also does not cause dizziness or suffocation. Instead, it makes people's bodies instinctively rely on it.

Rana even suspected that when his soul and the Primarch's soul were both exposed to the warp, their highly similar essences would call upon each other's senses: his inner happiness actually came from his mother...

Pooh!

What are you thinking about!

The chief of the guards hit his helmet hard. The dull sound once again attracted the attention of the people around him, but the old friends wisely did not ask any questions: but silence would only make Lana more embarrassed.

However, the Primarch protected him: such terrible embarrassment did not last long, and the sound of the boarding torpedoes' melta cutting through the enemy ships echoed in the ears of the Dawnbreakers through the internal steel structure.

"Prepare to land."

Following the serious order, Rana took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. He held the shield and power axe tightly in his hands, and the sword case that he never left was hung on his waist: In fact, he was wearing Terminator armor and could not use the deadly weapons here in battle.

But according to the Primarch's orders, they must carry the sword case with them at all times: the Grand Steward learned from his mother's inadvertent revelation that the reason they were asked to do so seemed to be for some incomprehensible Warp effect?

Anyway, Lana couldn't figure it out, so he just inspected the brothers around him as usual, preparing for the next landing operation.

Just as he was adjusting his center of gravity and preparing for the next impact, the chief guard suddenly noticed something small.

I don’t know if it was his illusion: he always felt that the reaction speed of the battle brothers beside him seemed to be one second slower than before?

The same goes for him.

——————

“Maybe it’s just an illusion.”

The chief guard muttered silently. Even in the pitch-black darkness, his silver-white armor would still reflect light that could be noticed by those around him.

This is particularly useful when landing on alien ships: these aliens do not like to stay in a light and heat environment. The decks and corridors they live in are darker than sub-space. Even the Astartes' extraordinary senses can only see a blur of pixel particles.

But fortunately, this landing operation was quite successful. The 150 soldiers personally selected by the Grand Marshal of the Guards followed the traces left by the previous boarding operation and landed on the alien ship from a ruined corridor.

The Dawnbreakers quickly adapted to the darkness, observed the situation, and established contact with several other landing teams that were not far away. After confirming that no one was missing, Lana carefully observed the surrounding ruins.

It was obvious that a fierce battle had broken out here a few hours ago. At least three hundred Assassin defenders were killed at the landing point of the imperial army, and their dark blood flowed all the way to the end of the corridor.

Rana was satisfied to find that he did not see the bodies of his fighting brothers here. The fighting power of the Dawnbreakers was proven, but the victory was not without cost: the mortal sailors who landed with the previous Dawnbreaker team suffered triple-digit casualties here.

These sailors who were able to engage in boarding operations with the Dawnbreakers were almost the most elite mortal warriors in the entire Avalon: all of them had undergone formal transformation surgery, wore the best equipment, and most of them were Astartes candidates who had been rejected.

Normally, each squad or company carrying out boarding operations would carry ten times as many sailors as itself. They would be responsible for protecting the flanks and rear of the Dawnbreakers, controlling the occupied areas, and providing fire cover when the battle became stalemate.

But when necessary, these sea soul soldiers are not afraid of close combat.

“…”

At this moment, Rana was looking down at an example with respect: he saw a pair of corpses fighting to death, a mortal sailor and a stabbing warrior who was at least three times taller than him, perishing together, the mortal's limbs and back torn to pieces by claws and blades, but his dagger was also firmly inserted into the opponent's throat.

Rana paused for a moment and bowed his head in silent mourning, while his comrade beside him placed a special beacon on the body of the mortal soldier who had died in battle.

Two hours later, if Lana and others can return safely, a team of mortals specializing in cleaning up the battlefield will come to clean up the alien warship: their first task is to loot all valuable items and bring back all their own martyrs.

Since seventy years ago, the Second Legion has been practicing this set of cumbersome rules under the provisions of the Primarch: as long as the situation on the battlefield is not bad enough, they are obliged to bring as many people home as possible, no matter whether they are alive or dead.

Of course, this humane move is somewhat contrary to the madness of the galaxy: among the mortal auxiliary forces widely influenced by the Dawnbreakers, there are examples of people causing greater casualties in their attempt to retrieve the bodies of their dead comrades.

But Rana thought that, at least this time, he could soften his heart a little.

He won't always be like this...

The chief guard shook his head, somewhat aware that something was wrong with him.

Maybe there's something really weird about this place...

Dawnbreaker was a little worried.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not follow his previous habit of letting the team of 150 people disperse to search: despite the voice in his head constantly encouraging him to do so, Rana insisted on keeping everyone together and ensuring that they were within sight of each other.

They advanced slowly, and the slow efficiency not only made many people frown, but also made Lana anxious. However, Morgan's most trusted son tried his best to overcome it: he continued to whisper his mother's name, hoping to get protection from the Primarch in this ship that looked very wrong.

I don’t know if it was an illusion: his heart really seemed to feel lighter?

"What does the divination machine say?"

The Dawnbreaker did not look back: behind him were old brothers who had fought side by side for more than a hundred years, and a word or a gesture would be enough.

"It's still a little blurry: but the area near us should be safe."

“As it should be.”

Rana glanced at another corridor that passed by him quickly. The blood of aliens and mortals covered every wall, but it was far less horrifying than the paintings on the walls: Dawnbreaker found that he could not use any words to describe the strange artistic sense of these alien creatures.

He saw statues made of bronze, rubies, and broken, moldy amber gold. Some of them looked like great warriors from the Assassin civilization, while others did not look like anything that could appear in the real universe.

But what is truly disturbing is some of the artworks that go deeper.

Black mucus slowly flowed down from the broken facial structures of the statues, making them look particularly hideous and preventing Rana from distinguishing what they were: but in the whispers of his fighting brothers beside him, the Lord Chancellor heard an inference that made him feel uneasy.

"How strange..."

I don't know who muttered this.

"How come this statue looks... so human?"

"And how many more are there?"

"Have these thorns ever had large-scale contact and communication with humans before?"

Lana thought so too: especially when he found that some artworks that resembled humans were placed in more honorable positions and were even more respected by these aliens than those statues of stabbing heroes, the uneasiness in the heart of the Dawnbreaker almost devoured his chest.

Calm: Maybe it’s just some past events during the Age of Strife.

It’s not like I haven’t seen this before.

Rana comforted himself and continued to walk at the front of the team. His teammates turned on the searchlights behind them, and the dazzling light illuminated a large number of blasphemous works of art and glittering metal fragments in the darkness.

“We’re going deep.”

The adjutant behind him reminded him.

"This is near the center of the ship: but there will be far fewer bodies."

"I haven't seen a single corpse, Astartes or mortal, in nearly five minutes: there are more stabs than I expected, and their armor is more ornate than I thought."

"Right...wait?"

Just as Lana nodded and answered his adjutant absentmindedly, the chief guard suddenly caught a glimpse of a brother who was moving forward against the corner of the wall.

"What are you doing?"

He called out to the man and looked closely at the face that turned back.

Nothing unusual.

"Here is a fine weapon that is completely absent from Imperial records, Your Excellency."

“…”

Lana looked in the direction of the sound and indeed saw a gorgeously dressed alien corpse, who looked like a high-ranking military officer: and an alien firearm that was definitely a fine weapon was tightly grasped in the hand of the Dawnbreaker.

Although the Grand Steward had not conducted in-depth research in this area, according to his superficial understanding: a large number of mechanical priests and even forging archbishops would be willing to pay a high price for this new thing.

"Come back when you get it."

He said this unhappily, but found that the old fellow did not listen to him.

He squatted there, uttered an extremely shrill sound of confusion, then dived down and continued to search the alien's corpse.

"What's wrong?"

Lana stood up and stepped forward, keeping his finger on the trigger.

"You'd better come and see, sir."

The soldier stood up in a daze, holding a piece of debris tightly in his hand.

"This: This is what I found on this alien officer."

“This…this is incredible!”

“…”

The Lord Chancellor made no reply: he, too, was shocked by the discovery.

This is a hilt, the most gorgeous part of a blade. It is about the size of half of Rana's palm and must have been the core component of a giant sword. Although no other fragments were found at the scene, the Chief of the Guards can be sure that this broken sword is definitely a rare treasure.

But these are not the main points: the main point is the pattern on the hilt fragment.

"This is……"

Lana held out his hand.

This pattern: He is so familiar with it!

"Is this the personal symbol of the Primarch of the Emperor's Children: Fulgrim?"

"Phoenix wings and claws?"

“This…how is this possible!?”

The huge mental shock was no less than a nuclear bomb ignited in his brain. Lana was almost completely stunned. He didn't even have time to think about the conspiracy behind it, because it was so absurd that it didn't seem like something in reality at all.

The personal symbol of Primarch Fulgrim would appear on the weapons of a group of aliens that the Imperium had never met before?

This...what the hell is going on!

In an instant, all the calmness and rationality in Lana's mind evaporated. He instinctively strode forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword in his old friend's hand, and pressed it close to him, wanting to take a closer look.

But just at the moment when the Chief Guard grabbed this deadly thing.

dark.

Sudden darkness.

Endless darkness.

It completely swallowed him up.

"Grass!"

Before he could react, Rana only saw the horrified faces in front of him.

Then, he knew nothing.

——————

And when Morgan's most trusted offspring wakes up again, Lana will find that he is in a space even darker and deeper than the ship just now.

There was nothing to be seen here: only the faintest glimmer of light in the distance.

That must be a trap.

Dawnbreaker muttered, but he still held his weapon tightly and moved forward.

He wants to see what that is?

At this moment, Rana's mind was full of such paranoid thoughts: when he realized what he was doing, he was already so close to the light, close enough to see clearly what was inside.

That is...

A stinging one!

Dawnbreaker immediately tightened his grip on his weapon. He was sure he made a sound, but the alien with its back to him remained indifferent.

……wrong!

In the silent confrontation, Lana found that he seemed to have overlooked something.

This prickly creature, why does the armor on its body look so familiar?

That's not...

Isn't that the armor of the Imperial Guards?

ah?!

Before Dawnbreaker could react, the alien in front of him slowly turned around.

He took off his helmet again.

Revealed its face.