Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[The Eleventh Legion has been destroyed, and all their history, glory and sorrow will be completely wiped out in the next few decades. 】

[Their records are being erased, their world has withered, and their remaining warriors and legacies are also attracting eyes with different intentions: some want to protect them, others want to hold them. in hand. 】

[But no matter what: their existence will be erased, this is unchangeable. 】

[But some things cannot be erased. One of my proudest children has opened a scar on my dream, and it will never heal: before that, I can look forward to any of my children. , I look forward to their awareness and loyalty, I hope they will be what I dreamed of, and they will remain as firm as ever in places that I can't care about. . 】

[But after this, how many people can I look forward to? 】

[Other than Horus, which of my sons deserves 100% trust? 】

【Some things have changed. 】

[The purest possibilities have become corrupted in madness and ambition, and we can only make worse choices. 】

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In the vast underground kingdom of this nameless world, in the darkness, the imperial imprinter looked solemnly at his face, quietly watching the silver figure go away.

The Lord of Mankind did not spend any more time with his heir. He maintained a reserved and harsh silence, leaving his daughter to ponder in the darkness.

No one knew how long Morgan had been thinking, and no one knew whether she had figured it out: But when the leader of the Second Legion raised his head again, facing the overly dazzling golden light of her genetic father, she saluted slowly. , when calling him [Father] and [Emperor], the conversation naturally came to an end.

Compared with other Primarchs, the reunion between the Emperor and Morgan was inevitably a bit cold and unfamiliar: but this was not without precedent. Whether it was the archangel of Baal or the eagle master of the Space Khanate, they The encounter with the Lord of Humanity was also mixed with constant temptations, questions and compromises.

Not all Primarchs will regard the Lord of Mankind as their father: the Emperor certainly understands this, so his image is also different in front of different heirs: the gentleness of the Genefather and the sternness of the Imperial Lord. , exist equally in his chest.

A character like the Emperor cannot be described with a simple word or a simple definition. He can be an iron king who does not understand people's hearts in one moment, and he can be a heart-throwing person in the next moment. His father, and in front of another close friend, he naturally became a witty figure full of humor.

After all, he has witnessed the rise and fall of almost the entire race. He has experienced countless glory and depression. He can already transform into different images and majesty in different visions: it is impossible to describe such a character.

No one can describe him, and no one can summarize him: not even the Seal Holder.

When the Lord of the Second Legion walked out of the underground hall without looking back after saying a low farewell, the Lord of Humanity did not follow immediately. The Emperor just moved slowly and walked over. Under the too tall and majestic podium, he raised his head, looking up at the symbol of power and prestige, looking up at the scarlet in the darkness.

After a long time, he sighed.

[My child once thought that throne and cheer were my desires, but he was wrong. 】

[He thought I was greedy, arrogant and ambitious. He thought I would dream of dominating everything and holding every inch of my sight in my hands. 】

[But he was wrong. 】

[I am more greedy and arrogant than he imagined. What burns in my heart are ambitions and dreams that he can never imagine. 】

[My dream has long transcended control and inheritance. The place where my ambition is always focused is far beyond my sight, far at the end of time and space. 】

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[Does he think I would be eager to have everyone kneel before my throne with their heads bowed and their knees broken? 】

[On the contrary. 】

[I will raise their heads high, I will lift them high, and lift up this race, this civilization, and everything in front of me. 】

【Entrust to evolution. 】

【To be extraordinary. 】

[To eternity. 】

——————

[From this point of view, I am even a selfish ghost, just like the daughter I just recognized. I am a hopeless selfish ghost, the greatest selfish ghost. 】

A slight smile appeared on the lips of the Lord of Humanity, and he slowly left this place with a relaxed attitude as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

Behind him, the palm-printer just frowned and followed quickly.

Malcador had so many questions: he thought he deserved answers, at least part of them.

"Wait, Apocalypse."

In that deep passage that seemed to have no end, the Sealbearer finally reached the Emperor's side.

"You must answer some questions in my mind, Apocalypse."

[Is this a question? 】

"If you want to interpret it as some kind of advice, I won't object."

From that dazzling light, some kind of soft smile came out.

Just ask.

The Emperor spoke to his best friend in a language that was not spoken.

The palm bearer took a deep breath, and he first sorted out his thoughts: The emperor's behavior was so strange that he had so many questions accumulated in his mind that he didn't even know where to start.

Macado opened his mouth, but after a while, he asked a question that was a bit strange to him.

"When you revealed your true identity to her, what did she see that made her... afraid of being like that?"

【……】

The Emperor fell silent at the first question.

The majestic monarch frowned slightly. He stroked his chin and thought seriously for a moment before shaking his head slightly.

[Even I have to ask through language to know what I look like in the eyes of others. 】

[However...if I were to make a guess, she might have seen something that she didn't want to admit in her heart. Considering that my daughter is the one who has the deepest understanding of subspace, this is not impossible. 】

[She may have seen some of my bad past and future... Don't look at me like that, I have also been confused and dissolute, but that was a long time ago. 】

"..."

The silence of the palm bearer made the Lord of Humanity move his voice in embarrassment. He stroked his neck and added a sentence.

[I can assure you here, my friend, that in the ten thousand years before I met you, I generally looked like this in front of you. 】

[As for my daughter, don’t worry too much, she has seen worse. 】

"..."

The Lord of Humanity's words did not smooth Malcador's brow, and the palm-stamper led to another topic during a period of silence.

"The one deepest into the warp? You mean Morgan?"

[I only have this daughter. In a sense, this is a blessing. I don’t want to face more. 】

"No...I mean, what about Magnus?"

The emperor smiled, a helpless smile for his son.

[If you let the two of them publish a book and write a biography together, as a pure scholar, then Magnus will undoubtedly be the best one. 】

[Magnus's deep exploration of the subspace is a very dangerous thing. In the future, if I have time, I will correct this. However, my son's deep exploration of the subspace just shows that, How ignorant and reckless he is in this area. 】

[But Morgan is different. She is constantly exploring and developing horizontally in the areas she has repeatedly tested. Perhaps as a pure researcher, she is not as good as Magnus. 】

[However, if spiritual energy is the only means, a life-and-death fight will take place. 】

[Then I am not optimistic about Magnus. 】

The Lord of Mankind spoke these words lightly, as if he was stating some truth that should be taken for granted.

The handprinter blinked.

"But you still didn't tell me what she saw."

[That's not important, my friend. 】

【Not important at all. 】

[What she can see is nothing more than one side of me, the most insignificant angle of my lens-like body and mind. No matter what she sees, I will not be surprised. 】

[What's more, she is my child and my creation. Although our relationship will be a little tense, this does not deny that I am the person who knows these Primarchs best in this galaxy. 】

[I know their capabilities. 】

[I know their limits. 】

[I know what the first gift I gave them was. 】

【You don’t need to worry about this. 】

The palm bearer was silent for a moment, and then hummed a note of contempt and ridicule from his nose.

He stretched out his scepter and stopped in front of the Lord of Mankind. When the Emperor stopped obediently in front of the mantis, his best friend had already arrived in front of him.

Malcador raised his head and looked directly at the unremarkable appearance of the Lord of Humanity in his eyes. The palmer's sight penetrated the hood, and he retorted to his monarch slowly.

"Then don't forget it, Tianqi."

"The person standing in front of you is the person who knows the Primarchs second best in this galaxy: he is an unlucky guy who has been tortured by your various whims for hundreds of years, but thanks to fate, he also knows A lot.”

"Nothing you can say can convince me in this matter."

The person holding the seal had no fear. In this darkness that no one knew about, the etiquette between him and the emperor was weakened to the extreme. In his plain eyes, the lord of mankind had no more ways to refuse.

The Sealbearer can never say that he knows every aspect of the Emperor, but he can guarantee that he knows how open-minded and gentle he is under the golden majestic armor that symbolizes the Lord of Mankind.

The Emperor stopped there. He seemed to take a second seriously to think about the possibility of evading his best friend's question. The answer brought by this thinking was: with a bitter smile, the Lord of Mankind raised his hand slightly, Show compromise in front of the one who holds the seal.

[Okay, okay, I said that’s it. 】

[You really scared me, my Macado. 】

——————

[You still remember, Machado. 】

[Those chess games, those chess games you and I played. 】

The Emperor was walking in the dark corridor. He stretched out his hand and gently brushed it against the cold walls: light and heat gathered at his fingertips, and then they swarmed up and were thrown onto the walls.

As if pen and ink are being splashed, along with the cheerful voice of the Lord of Humanity, countless heat and light bloom quietly in the darkest corners: the past, future, ambition, desire, everything seems to have returned to them. The way it looked at the beginning.

When Malcador quietly witnessed those radiant images fleeting in the shadows, he only felt that he and Apocalypse were like explorers holding torches, advancing through the passages that existed thousands of years ago. , and the paintings left by primitive people, in this flickering firelight, tell a kind of barbaric passion and surging.

[You still remember those chess games. 】

[You and I, we have played the game of chess many times. When we started making my children, we were playing chess and played countless reincarnations, but there have never been two completely similar games, and there has never been one. A result that truly satisfies you and me. 】

[There are always regrets, there are always regrets, there are always lamentable sacrifices, quietly falling on the fingertips of fate and rolling to the ground. 】

[But even so, we still discovered certain patterns. 】

[Some things are the same. 】

[Just like we can always trust that invincible fortress, he makes me feel at ease in most chess games and games. 】

[Just like I will always lose my blond beast, no matter how tight I hold him, in some dark malice, he will always disappear in the shadows. 】

【Like...】

The Lord of Humanity chuckled, and spoke in a casual tone under the solemn face of the person holding the seal.

[It's like there is a chess piece that we cannot use. It is broken, but it can still stand on the chessboard. 】

[I can't master it, I can't use it, I can't even guess whether it can be held tightly in my hands, I can only do my best to use it. 】

[On a few occasions, I succeeded. 】

[Then we saw the name of the chess piece: It was an unforgettable moment, wasn't it? 】

The emperor smiled, but the palmer just looked at him with the most serious face.

"That was a mistake, Apocalypse."

"That name doesn't mean anything, it was just a mistake."

The Lord of Humanity smiled, patted Malcador on the shoulder, and didn't say much more.

【You always say that I am escaping. 】

[But when faced with things you can't face, aren't you the same as me, my best friend? 】

Makado was silent, and in his heart, he sighed softly.

He knew he could only ask the next question.

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"So."

"What is the last gift you want to give her?"

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Time was running out, and when the sealmaster asked the third question, they were only one step away from the entrance of the cave.

Malcador could even feel that the light reflected by the armor was mercilessly disturbing his eyes.

The Lord of Humanity still maintained those pleasant smiles. He did not answer immediately, but said something else.

[You know what, Machado. 】

[Before I rushed here, many of my descendants had conversations with me. 】

[Some of them came to see me because of my instructions, while others took the initiative to apply for the opportunity to talk to me. 】

[I met them all. 】

[The first person to see me was Dorn, my most reliable child, my most trusted cornerstone, my fists. 】

[He made me a suggestion, or rather, a plea. 】

"About the Eleventh Legion?"

【Yes. 】

[We all know that Dorn and Heydrich were friends for a while, until they completely broke up in a battle. 】

[My Imperial Fist protected a group of warriors from the hands of his brother: because they refused to fire on the planned civilians who would be consumed, they were abandoned by Heydrich, and were even about to Clean. 】

[Facing this scene, Dorn personally shattered his friendship with Heydrich and chose to take away these warriors. 】

[And now, he has sent me a request, hoping that he can get permission to incorporate these warriors into his own legion: that is not a small number. 】

[However, I agreed. 】

[The other visitor is very interesting. 】

[My Guilliman, my Lord of Five Hundred Worlds. 】

[He made a proposal to me: He hoped to take over the gene seed bank left by the Eleventh Legion. He believed that destroying or sealing these seeds instead of using them for the Great Crusade would be a huge waste. . 】

[He assured me that these warriors who were created will not be used for any dirty actions. Without exception, they will die in the Great Crusade with the destined glorious death as the silent curtain call of the Eleventh Legion. 】

[Of course, we all know what our Guilliman is thinking: he does want to find a good ending for these warriors, but he also has his own private thoughts. 】

[The battle lines left by the soldiers of the Eleventh Legion who were destined to die will certainly need new reinforcements. In this way, Five Hundred Worlds will have sufficient reasons to increase its military strength. 】

[Guilliman is Guilliman. No matter what it is, he must find a formal reason to feel at ease. 】

[I haven’t responded yet, but I won’t dismiss his request. 】

[Let them do it. 】

[Except for these two people, the remaining original bodies were all summoned by me personally. 】

[First of all, Perturabo, and Magnus, they will play a role in my subsequent arrangements for my daughter. 】

[Magnus is nothing, but Perturabo is quite interesting. 】

[He is very concerned about when Morgan discovered that he was a original body. 】

[His answer to this question is unusually persistent. 】

[And I told him that my daughter, his blood relative, realized the identity and power of his original gene during the crazy wave of the Randan War. 】

[I told him so, and also complimented his performance by the way: He seemed very satisfied, and there was nothing wrong with him. 】

[Besides this, there is another question: My vanguard fleet in the northeastern part of the galaxy has sent information. They are very sure that there is a Primarch in a world called Nastrum. . 】

[But it is too remote and wild, and there is still a storm from the Ran Dan War: it may take us ten years to get there. 】

[But my hunch tells me that my Lord of the Eighth Legion, my Punisher and Judge, is there, but there seems to be some problems with him. 】

[In any case, after the return of the Lord of the Eighth Legion, I will let Morgan take on the responsibility of teaching him. 】

Macado frowned.

"Isn't it too soon, Apocalypse."

"Ten years from now, I'm afraid even Morgan herself will still be a teachee, right?"

[She has been taught long ago. These ten years of war are enough for her to learn everything in this empire, and these ten years are also enough for her to solve another problem. 】

"...what to solve?"

【Solve the gift. 】

[A gift from me. 】

The Lord of Mankind smiled, a smile that unsettled the Markbearer.

"……what gift?"

The Emperor did not answer immediately. He just raised his head. In the ocean of soul, he guided Malcador to look at the Mandeville Point of the galaxy.

A new fleet, a somewhat old fleet, is slowly sailing in.

"That is……"

【Legion. 】

[Her legion. 】

[Except for those fleets lost in places we don’t know, every member of the Second Legion is here. 】

[My daughter, Morgan. 】

[She will be here, with you, me, and the five Primarchs, reunited with her descendants. 】

[This is my third gift. 】

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"..."

【……】

"..."

【……】

"Do you think... this is a bit shabby?"

【……】

【...Yes some. 】