Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Imprisonment is a good idea."

"Even the Emperor sometimes chooses this more compromise plan. Do you remember that when Holy Terra was engaged in the unification war, there were always some losers who would be imprisoned somewhere by the Emperor's order instead of being imprisoned somewhere? After all, not everyone who is directly executed is as deserving of death as Bishop Tang or the bloody priest king of Mo Senlan."

"Even if it's a guy like [Tyrant of the Pacific Empire] Nathan Doom, the Emperor is willing to let him go."

"I think I should remind you that Bishop Tang who ruled the Indonesian Federation was also imprisoned by the emperor's order, but he was quickly killed by the prisoners in the same cell."

"Indeed, but this kind of spontaneous execution shows that he really committed a heinous crime, doesn't it? It has nothing to do with the law or mercy, but a death sentence imposed through the hatred and hatred in people's hearts. This is the most just."

"He is also the most blind. Mortals are always blind. What kills him may not be justice. It may just be the most primitive and impulsive personal grudge."

Ahriman and Forsis are sharing a large public place together. This is one of the many libraries on the [Ten Thousand Miles of Light]. Here, the descendants of Magnus will read classics, work together, or hold some meetings. A less personal private meeting.

When the work of the Thousand Sons Warriors came to an end, their conversation naturally shifted to knowledge and history, which seemed to be a matter of course.

Perhaps in the War Dogs Legion, the Emperor's Children Legion, or any other legion, the free time when there is no war will be wasted in the arena as a matter of course, but at least in the Thousand Sons Legion, this kind of blindly swaying sweat and blood The act is considered a form of folly.

The Twelfth Legion is particularly famous at this point. This Legion of Astartes, which has not yet welcomed back its Primarch, was named its own [War Dog] by the Emperor himself. They are proud of this and rely on their violent The legions are famous for their assaults, bloody killings, and oppressive brotherhood, and the infamous deathmatch arena on the War Dogs Legion's mothership is a living physical symbol of this legion's culture.

The sons of Magnus generally despise the extreme barbaric habits of the Warhounds, just as they also despise the so-called brotherhood of the Warhounds: in the eyes of the Thousand Sons Legion, the so-called brotherhood of the Twelfth Legion is nothing more than the so-called brotherhood of the Warhounds. The extremely strict internal rules are just a glorification, and the various cruel military laws in the War Dog Legion are just to suppress their innermost barbarism.

After all, it is well known that the new blood of the Twelfth Legion is the most wild and aggressive, and their battles often have only two results: glorious victory and massacre, or simple massacre.

Because of this, the War Dog Legion's evaluation within the Thousand Sons Legion is not high. It is only better than the group of lunatics in the Sixth Legion who need the military police. As for the famous death on their mother ship, In the fighting arena, the descendants of Magnus naturally have only one attitude.

"barbarian."

Forsyth-Taka sat arrogantly on his stone seat. He built a fortress made of books and notes in his hands. Its height even exceeded the Astartes. Everyone here There are traces of Fussy's flipping and markings on every page of paper.

"They are not even as good as the technological barbarians and wasteland tyrants who were defeated by the emperor. At least those who once divided themselves on Holy Terra know how to collect and utilize knowledge, so they are warlords and leaders, and they need to be paid attention to and A guy to defeat, not an ignorant creature like a wild beast."

"But having said that, it's really sad that we actually have to fight side by side with such a group of guys who don't understand the value of knowledge at all. Every piece of land conquered by those wolves and dogs will only leave dust and ruins, even if there were once Wisdom that lasts for ten thousand years will be burned away."

Forsis's voice was full of annoyance, echoing in the room filled with books, while Ahriman, who was sitting opposite him, was just quietly tasting the wine and reviewing documents, while approving this in his heart. paragraph of discourse.

The captain of the Thousand Sons even recalled a past event a long time ago: At the beginning of the Great Crusade, in order to suppress the rebellion that occurred on the world of Mororion, Ahriman and his troops once formed the main force of the Sixth Legion. The army raided the formation. At that time, the so-called [Wolf King] Leman Russ had not yet been found by the empire. It was the time when the Sixth Legion was at its most vicious and crazy.

Ahriman witnessed with his own eyes how the soldiers of the Sixth Legion carried out indiscriminate massacres in the hive city. Their blades were pointed at everyone around them, whether they were rebel soldiers with live ammunition or enemy prisoners of war who laid down their weapons. Even the defenseless old, weak, women and children wailed and screamed and became souls under the swords of these out-of-control angels of death. Ahriman and his team tried to stop it all, but it was only in vain. Even the first Even the commander of the Sixth Army himself could not prevent all the atrocities from happening.

In the end, Ahriman witnessed the most comical scene in his military life: the remaining rational officers of the Sixth Legion formed a gendarmerie and executed a large number of legion thugs in the name of "violation of military discipline" before putting them to death. The situation was completely under control.

Astartes... military discipline is broken...

From that moment on, Ahriman despised the Sixth Legion from the bottom of his heart.

Even the return of [Wolf King] Leman Russ did not change this: in Ahriman's view, this Primarch from Fenris just turned the Sixth Legion from a gathering of madmen into a group of barbarians. Just a filthy lair.

As the Great Expedition progressed and coordinated operations with various legions continued, Ahriman's contemptuous attitude also extended from the single Sixth Legion to the Eighth, Twelfth and Nineteenth Legions. , their achievements and habits may be different, but they are also a group of barbarians who abandon wisdom and reason.

"The empire has too many reckless warriors..."

Ahriman took a sip of wine.

"In contrast, scholars and intellectuals became rare, because all eyes were focused on the so-called military victory and glory, and those mortals from Terra also used their so-called art and narratives Because of those reckless men, now even guys like Abaddon can enjoy cheers and huge commemorative statues in hundreds of worlds... This is reality, and it is something that can't be helped."

Forsis snorted, not knowing whether he was mocking the current situation of the empire or agreeing with Ahriman's point of view. The master of positioning lazily stretched out his hand and picked out a beautifully packaged ancient book from his collection. .

"So I am passionate about history, Ahriman, and I am passionate about the stories that happened when the empire just started, or even some time ago, because history is objective, respectable, and impartial, and someone will always erase it. The dust of common things restores its true appearance.”

"Take the conflict in Boeotia, for example. I'm sure you won't forget it, right?"

Faced with this question, Ahriman burst out laughing.

"Forgot the Legion's first honor? You can doubt my memory in another way, Forsyth."

"Yes, Ahriman, this is the Legion's first battle of honor. We have completed the debut of the entire Legion in the Balkans. It is the final battle of the Terran Unification War and the first battle of the Great Crusade. In this battle, we killed the Mad King Cadmus, and also ended the Jeseldi family's decades-long rebellion against the Emperor... This has always been recorded in the history books of our Legion, because That's the truth."

"But guess what, some time ago I came into contact with a chronicler who had just returned from the Eighth Legion. He told me a huge joke: The executioners of the Eighth Legion actually claimed that their annihilation of the Scarlet Enclave was the pacification of the Scarlet Enclave. The last battle of Terra, ha, they dare to make a big fuss out of a mere suppression operation in a hive city."

"It's just a group of failed characters who didn't even participate in the Great Expedition immediately. They were sent to clean up some petty thieves who had their spines broken. That is to say, the Eighth Legion will regard this kind of thing as a great achievement."

Ahriman lowered his head, smiled, and then continued his homework: holding the wine glass with one hand and reviewing documents with the other.

He worked very quickly, and the Astartes' superhuman computing power and analytical abilities were fully demonstrated in Ahriman. Before Forsis could finish pouring out his dissatisfaction, only the documents under Ahriman's arm were left. The last one.

He picked it up with a rare sad look on his face.

"What's wrong? Ahriman."

Qianzi's company commander was silent for a while before slowly speaking.

"When was the last time you saw your father, Forsyth."

"Before eleven Terran Standard Time, if you were looking for him, he should be on board the Blood of Steel right now, taking Attava and Morgan with him to fight with the Primarch of the Fourth Legion, Perturabo. Negotiate.”

"Okay...then, Fussy, can I ask you for some business as a friend?"

"...Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Ahriman sighed.

"My father hopes that I will serve as the representative of the branch and rush to the Randan front line as the force of the Thousand Sons Legion. I hope you can go with me."

"……why me."

"Because... your stance technique will play a very important role in the void battle."

"Ahriman... do you want to think again about what you just said?"

"Well……"

"..."

"..."

"...Ahriman."

"What's wrong?"

"If you are so unpopular that you can't even find a guy who is willing to risk his life with you, you can actually say it directly. I won't laugh at you... I'll try my best."

Ahriman was silent for a moment, and his originally dull complexion seemed to become a little darker.

"……roll."