Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The Empire's first true power armor is the [Expedition Type] code-named MKⅡ. It was built by the Archsages of Mars according to the will and ideas of the Emperor. It is also the current version of the Astartes Legion. Universally equipped power armor.”

"The MKⅠ [Thunder Type] before this was actually a kind of crude equipment that had long been used on a large scale by technological barbarians. It was a transitional product during the Unification War period."

"Thereafter, in order to adapt to the expansion of the war, based on the Astartes' power armor and other armor equipment, the forging masters of Mars began to research and restore a kind of power armor specially prepared for mortals."

"However, subsequent experiments proved that it is difficult for mortals' physical fitness to fully exert the strength of power armor. Carapace armor is sufficient to meet the needs of large-scale deployment of mortal troops. Therefore, the project was stopped, leaving only some experiments. product."

"The First Legion specializes in collecting such creations. They are the best quality among their kind. They are the final product of being personally cast, spliced ​​and blessed by the great sage of Mars who has been in charge of this project."

As the doors to the secret vault opened one by one, Coswayne's explanatory voice echoed in the empty corridors. The Lion King's confidants recited the one-time password composed of code words with ease. The depths of the Indomitable Truth advanced, and the rumble in the power cabin echoed in their ears.

Finally, they stopped in an inconspicuous corner. Coswayne read out the last password. A hidden secret door slowly opened. Behind it was a not too big room, which was neatly arranged. Wearing dozens of different armors with different styles, the Dark Angel stretched out his arm and pointed at one of them.

"That's the one."

Morgan looked over, and what caught her eye was a well-maintained women's armor: it was a pure black piece of fine workmanship. Compared with those burly power armors of the Astartes, it looked more like It is a tight-fitting garment, but from the neck and shoulders, to the chest and lower abdomen, to the thighs and knees, it is indeed protected tightly. Obviously, this is a set of light armor that is capable of all protective tasks.

"Although this set of power armor focuses on speed and agility, its protective power is indisputable and can even enhance the user's own strength. Moreover, it has the same power source as the Astartes' power armor. It can last almost forever without being damaged."

Coswayne's explanation continued, but Morgan did not listen carefully, because the moment she saw the armor, she remembered some fragments in her mind.

Whenever the souls devoured by Morgan reach a certain level, the dark sky in her mind will be shattered and countless fragments will be scattered. Some of these fragments will reveal a fragment of the future, and some will reveal a fragment of the past. In an instant, there was no connection or logic between them, like a book that had been torn into pieces.

But fortunately, these fragments will not actively disturb Morgan's thinking. Reading them is also a way for the Spider Queen to kill time. On one of the fragments, she has seen these armors, which were worn by a group of the most powerful. On the bodies of female warriors, those female warriors were called [Emperor's Daughters] in awe by the crowd nearby.

Those female warriors with the same silver hair, or battle nuns, wore armor that was exactly the same as the one in front of her.

Coswayen pressed a button, and a special changing room appeared from the wall on the side. At the same time, two female Chapter servants seemed to emerge from the floor and appeared in the room. will be responsible for helping Morgan put on this armor.

The Dark Angel left the room, turned his back, and listened to the sound of the constant collision between the ceramic armors. He had an idea in his heart and started to struggle a little.

Finally, when Morgan adjusted the width of the two front armors which were quite narrow, Coswayne's sigh penetrated the iron wall of the room and reached Morgan's ears.

"Ms. Morgan, there is something I want to tell you."

【Speaking. 】

"How should I put it... In the final analysis, power armor is equipment built based on the physical fitness and requirements of our Astartes, so even if it is a specially prepared mortal power armor, in fact, mortals cannot exert its full power at all. This is not a matter of attitude or proficiency, but a physical difference."

"So, Ms. Morgan, if you find that you cannot use this armor properly, please don't keep silent for the sake of dignity and other issues. You must report the problem to me. There is no shame in it."

"After all, you and we are not the same... type."

Obviously, the last word really troubled the Dark Angel for a while.

In the room, Morgan fiddled with her fingers, adjusting the parameters and scale of the armor at will so that it could perfectly accommodate her current body. Then, she raised the corners of her lips and expressed a slightly frustrated expression after being slightly hit. Answered the Dark Angel outside the room.

[Thanks for the advice, Kos. 】

"nothing."

The Lion King's confidants seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

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When Morgan returned to the Lion King's private room again, the progress of this void battle had already taken a solid step forward: the Duran people's second space defense line had also been breached. The only inhabited world outside the home star was currently trembling in the shadow of the Imperial fleet, but the divination box showed that there was no one on it.

Obviously, this pocket empire has pinned all its hopes on their home planet.

The sons of the Lion King drove their battleships and continued to advance steadily. The most powerful imperial battleships never participated in the frontline battle. They followed Zhuangson's orders and stayed under the firepower of the Durans. Outside the range, the destroyers and drone groups fighting on the front line are supported with longer-range firepower.

The Primarch of the First Legion does not even need to pay attention to the situation of his subordinates all the time, because each battleship is guarded by the most experienced officers and veterans. They unswervingly implement Jonson's plan, like a lingering love. The drizzle corroded the Duran people's defense line bit by bit, dragging these fiercely fighting defenders into the rhythm of the Dark Angels' battle, and then strangled them mercilessly.

Entanglement - exploration - erosion - advance - entanglement.

The Duran people's third and fourth lines of defense collapsed unknowingly, and the vanguard of the First Legion even vaguely touched the orbit of Duran's home planet.

The Duran people are still resisting, struggling, and even constantly fighting back. The voice of the Duran tyrant Duras is still repeated in the ears of every Duran person through a specially designed space broadcast, inspiring them to fight for their hometown. Fight, fight for every inch of sacred hometown land.

To the Empire, Duran is just a slightly stronger traitor country, a world with some value for use and exploitation, but for Duran's warriors, Duran is their hometown, everything to them, and them. The sacred Terra in their eyes is the most precious treasure in the galaxy that is worthy of their last drop of blood to protect.

They have no way out and no way out.

Every Duran soldier is desperately resisting and vowing not to surrender. This spirit is certainly noble, great, and brave, but if it is combined with the Duran people's blind rejection of the empire, it will It was twisted into an extreme ignorance that disgusted Jonson.

Therefore, their only fate is to disappear completely from the galaxy: thousands of galaxies are destined to belong to the human empire, and those who resist the empire naturally have no hope or future.

Through the projection of real-time feedback, Zhuangson saw all this in detail. Even the Lion of Caliban felt truly proud and proud of this perfect tactic. He even wanted to find someone. Just show off, just show off in the simplest way.

And the person he was looking for soon appeared in front of him.

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Morgan has completely adapted to this power armor. Her only dissatisfaction is that when she steps on the ground, the sound becomes much heavier, instead of the crisp sound she likes when her riding boots hit the ground.

She looked taller.

When Jonson looked at the heavily armed Morgan, this was his first thought.

And then, he belatedly discovered that the way his blood relative was wrapped in armor was much more pleasing to the eye than when she was wearing a long skirt and other mortal clothes.

She can even be called "beautiful", like a perfect castle or a flawless sword, exuding an invisible light that makes people feel relaxed and happy.

She walked to his side, as if she still wanted to exude the lazy aura in private, but the murderous aura on the armor made her looseness look extremely uncomfortable. After a few seconds of trying and struggling, she had to He straightened his back and stood beside the Primarch as a serious warrior.

Zhuang Sen tilted his head, hiding the corners of his mouth.

His mood became more and more cheerful.

So, with a certain show-off mentality, Zhuang Sen softly described the direction of the battle. His fingers pointed between the projections of the galaxy. Soon, the shadow of a huge space station appeared in front of the two of them. It is like a cylinder floating in the void, but it has thousands of tentacles and pipes connecting it in all directions.

[This is the core of Duran's defense and the largest Duran orbital fortress we have ever seen. It stands at the end of Duran's void defense line. As long as we tear through a few more Duran people's defense lines, we will be completely defeated. Crash into it. 】

[This is not a simple opponent. Its shield thickness is already an astronomical figure. Even my [Indomitable Truth]’s main gun bombardment and light spear cannot penetrate it. If this big trouble is not solved, the battle It will be impossible to advance. 】

Although he was worried in his words, Zhuang Sen's face looked calm and unhurried, as if a confident counselor was silently showing that he had a countermeasure. His head was slightly raised, forming an arrogant angle, until Morgan After changing his gaze, and finally focusing on [Doubt] and [Ask for Advice], the lion of Caliban raised the corners of his mouth silently, and then spoke slowly.

[So, I am going to attack the Son's Shield with the Son's Spear. Coswayne has already gone to notify the fleet on the front line. 】

Zhuang Sen waved his hand, and the projection in front of them changed its appearance. It was a giant battleship of Duran. This ancient and decaying void war engine was even larger than the empire's capital ship. Its crimson bow is larger and more bloated than its companions, like a terrifying giant beast that is already old, has deformed bones, and is dying, but it still possesses deadly power.

[This is the flagship of the Duran people, another core of their tactics. It originally stayed with the troublesome fortress, but I ordered the front line to keep putting pressure, and now this battleship has left it. position and come to the forefront to confront my fleet. 】

[There are not many escort ships left. Immediately, as long as my fleet carries out another assault and outflank, it will be surrounded by my fleet. By then, there will be ten squads of warriors, one hundred and eighty The best Dark Angels jump to its bridge. They will seize the giant ship and crash it all the way into Duran's orbital fortress. This level of impact is enough to shatter the fortress's shields. War Everything is in my hands. 】

The lion's palms clenched triumphantly in mid-air, as if they were squeezing the huge ship.

He paused for a moment, as if waiting for something, then slowly turned his head and looked at Morgan.

His blood relatives did not marvel, nor did they make any sounds of disbelief, or words of praise.

This is somewhat disappointing.

Under Zhuang Sen's dimmed gaze, Morgan carefully studied the projection of the giant ship in front of her. Her brain seemed to be running rapidly and she was conceiving something.

[Which warship do you plan to use to carry out this mission, Johnson? 】

[We will see the situation at that time, but it should be the Sword of Numac, which is the closest. 】

Morgan nodded.

【what's on your mind? 】

Facing Zhuang Sen's question, she just tilted her head.

[I'm wondering if we should make some advance preparations, such as placing a psychic shield on the Sword of Numac. 】

Hot air of dissatisfaction blew out from Zhuang Sen's nose. He was a little angry, but it was not serious anger.

[Do you think there will be any surprises in my plan? 】

[This is not your plan. 】

Morgan shook his head, and then showed a sly smile that made Jonson particularly annoying.

[Do you remember my cat, Jonson? 】

[…It’s war time, Morgan. 】

[I know, I just want to tell you that when I picked it up, it was full of scars. It was to protect a grapevine on the edge of its territory. Although cats do not eat grapes, this is not In the process, it had a conflict with the canines that came to snatch the grapes, leaving itself covered in scars and dust. 】

Zhuang Sen's eyebrows trembled slightly.

[Are you worried that my brother will cause trouble for me? 】

[It’s our brother, Zhuang Sen. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion was stunned for a moment, then he snorted and slapped his palms on the table, making a deafening sound.

[The Fenrisian fleet is now scattered throughout the star region in an orderly manner. Even if he knows where Duran is, he cannot assemble a reliable army unless he is reckless enough to come and gnaw this with only a few thousand people. A tough guy...]

[Canines are often not calm, Jonson. 】

Before the Lion King could finish speaking, Morgan interrupted him with undeniably cold words. After putting on the armor, her voice seemed to have become colder.

【You are a group of people...】

The Lion King wanted to say something else, but a hasty knock on the door interrupted him rudely.

It's Nemir.

"Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but there was a sudden reaction from the Mandeville Point on the other side of the galaxy: it was the Nidhogg, the battleship of the Space Wolves!"

The lion's surging heat stopped in an instant, as if a roaring lion had its fate suddenly grasped by the throat.

He stood with a straight face, almost forcefully, his cheeks and forehead darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pupils were filled with pause, indifference, and the embarrassment and anger that were forcibly covered by them.

Under his gaze, Morgan smiled coldly and slowly. She deliberately made herself smile extra slowly, and Zhuangson's face became extraordinarily dark.

[I told you, Jonson. 】

[Canines tend not to be calm. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion did not answer his blood relatives. He turned around sharply, his steps so hasty that he seemed to be running away from something, and so heavy that he seemed to want to kill something.

In the blink of an eye, he walked to the door, his body shrouded in the shadow he had rolled up, making Nemir's sweat drip down involuntarily.

【For yourself. 】

Jonson's voice was like rolling stones falling in the valley.

[It’s best what you say is true. 】