Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Ahriman had not felt very happy since long ago.

Even exploring the mysterious vast ocean with his genetic father cannot make this best son of Magnus as ecstatic as his blood brother. The upper limit of his happiness is limited by some sad past events. Due to his low height, the company commander of the Thousand Sons Legion almost always maintains a maddening personality composed of calmness, coolness, cunning and arrogance.

And all of this can be traced back to the time when the Great Crusade just began. It was an era when even the Astartes seemed young and confused. Thousands of warriors followed the emperor's orders. They came from Terra. Set off to attack Venus and Neptune, and launch conquests toward the galaxies close at hand and the countries far away.

At that time, even the most fanatical Astartes could not imagine the extent of the Emperor's ambitions. By the time they realized how far the so-called [Great Crusade] would go, the Empire's territory had already been conquered. Breaking through the so-called solar star field.

The Thousand Sons Legion was precisely the last batch of Astartes warriors to set out. These immature newcomers had not even proven themselves on the battlefield of Terra, but the Emperor's eyes were obviously watching them. Before the Great Crusade began, Within ten years, the originally mediocre Thousand Sons Legion suddenly discovered that spiritual fire began to appear among them, and it quickly became a prairie fire.

It is true that this incomprehensible power made the Thousand Sons Legion an isolated one among other legions, and even [scientists] like Mortarion criticized them verbally and in writing, but under the temptation of power, Magnus The heirs accepted it all happily.

Until the Byzantine Incident.

After large-scale memory cleansing and self-suggestion, few people remember what happened in the Byzantine world, but every Thousand Sons knows that when the Legion left there, [Flesh and Blood Mutation] had become Magnu The lingering curse of the Sons of Si.

This curse almost destroyed the entire legion. It was more severe than the blight of the Third Legion, and more out of control than the bloodthirsty of the Ninth Legion. Thousands of Thousand Sons warriors did not fall in pursuit of victory and honor, but They died painfully and twisted on ships and operating tables. Their hideous remains were covered with fangs and tentacles, making even their closest comrades unwilling to take another look.

And at the moment when the entire legion was about to perish, they finally came to Prospero, and the genetic father of the Thousand Sons returned to them. Magnus went to the subspace in person, and after sacrificing an eyeball and his At some unmentionable cost, the curse of the Fifteenth Legion was finally broken by the Primarch's efforts.

Everything seemed happy, but the penultimate moment of this comedy was downright tragic: around the time Magnus reunited with the Thousand Sons, the Legion's flesh-and-blood mutation reached its peak, and the Primarch He rushed to the Warp out of desperation. If he hadn't done so, the Legion would have perished.

And even if Magnus's spell saved the Legion, it did not save everyone: most of the Thousand Sons warriors could not withstand the power of the Gene Father, and only about a thousand lucky ones were [reborn].

Ahriman was a lucky man, but his brother, his mother's compatriot, who came out of the Achaemenid Empire and joined the army together: Ormzord, was not among them.

From the moment he witnessed the death of Ormzord, Ahriman's heart was scratched by a vicious blade, and a large part of his joy and happiness were permanently destroyed, even the most cheerful person in the galaxy. Things were placed in front of him, and his chest would eventually be occupied by endless shadows.

Because of this, Ahriman was able to devote himself to work and research like a madman, and this heir who was hungry for knowledge naturally attracted the attention of Magnus. Therefore, the lucky man who lost his brother began to rise rapidly. He soon became the top one among the captains of the Thousand Sons. Among all the staff, Magnus also paid special attention to his plan. Even the Red Advisors, who were the true inner circle of the Legion, began to plan for it. Reserve your spot for this rising star.

But even so, Ahriman was not overly complacent - he did not dare.

Deep down in his heart, this lucky man is afraid of the original mutation of flesh and blood, even if it has been annihilated by his genetic father. But in the most profound nightmare of the Thousand Sons Captain, this curse that once destroyed the Legion seems to Sooner or later it will come back.

He knew that this was impossible, that it was a delusion. His great genetic father had long ago completely solved this curse, crushing it to ashes in that majestic subspace.

But when night falls on Prospero, when he is in his bed, unable to sleep peacefully, a collection of fears and fantasies will take over his mind, and this worry will not go away, as if there is a Disdainful tones whispered in his ears, whispering of a tragic future for his father, his battle brothers, and himself.

Because of this, Ahriman never had a good night's sleep.

Because of this, he maintained a cold and arrogant vigilance, especially when they were walking on the vast ocean. This vigilance was infinitely amplified, so much so that he almost discovered the omen before his father.

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"Father……"

"Ah, I have seen it, Ahriman."

"A vast ocean creature appears at the same time as the song. It's interesting and a brand new subject."

Magnus's voice contained the excitement of exploration, the self-confidence of a scholar, and the arrogance of a strong man, but it lacked the instinctive respect and vigilance that would burst out when a traveler enters the deep mountains and forests.

He even led his followers and took the initiative to walk towards the shadow that had just emerged.

The subspace creature that appears in the song is completely different from any animal or even plant in the eyes of the world. It is like a giant reef in the huge waves, polished flat and smooth by layers of waves. In the eyes of everyone, In his eyes, there are thousands of tiny, shining fragments flying on and around it, just like seabirds wandering on the cliffs on the shore.

"Behold, fragments of the form of ether."

Magnus walked up, stretched out his hand, and easily fixed a dozen floating light spots. When these entities stopped moving, the Thousand Sons were finally able to see them clearly: these wonderful Creatures can only be observed with psychic sight. They show absolutely different appearances, some are as graceful and graceful as real elves, some are like an arrogant eagle, and some have broken bodies. It has no specific shape, but it exudes a dazzling light that is not weaker than its kind.

"They may be part of this huge creature, or they may be another species that has a symbiotic relationship with it. In this vast and desolate and chaotic ocean, there may be something that we have not discovered so far, that is unique here. The creature’s own wonderful link.”

Magnus's fingers slowly fell along with his words. Without the resistance of this great force, the shining ether fragments rushed out in the blink of an eye. They gathered happily around the Thousand Sons, including A few were even bold enough to approach a Thousand Sons warrior.

Such a touching creature floated before Ahriman's eyes. Its shape was erratic, exquisite and graceful, with bright eyes and a halo that changed all the time. The captain of the Thousand Sons stretched out his fingers and felt this cuteness almost immediately. The little guy began to live in his own soul and will.

Maybe he should give it a name, like...Etepio?

But Ahriman's will was not completely occupied by the little guy in front of him. Being comprehensive is the advantage of many Astartes. Through the power of his soul, Ahriman observed two aspects of things almost at the same time.

His friend, the mortal named Morgan, did not have these lovely ether fragments gathered around her. The creatures in the subspace did not seem to be close to her. They bypassed her one after another and gathered around the Thousand Sons.

And Morgan didn't pay attention to all this. She just looked at the honest and huge subspace creature, staring at it. Ahriman could even see Morgan's body shaking uncontrollably.

Oh, poor little thing, she must have been frightened by such a wonderful sight.

Ahriman thought.

On the other hand, the captain of the Thousand Sons could sense that his genetic father was trying to communicate with the huge creature. The communication between the two psychic creatures was not through language, gestures or symbols, but through the channeling of pure power. , the original gene allowed this huge creature to blur part of his body and half-wrapped the original body, while Magnus raised his head and accepted a steady stream of novel information.

"Some complicated words cannot be analyzed for the time being, but it seems that it is also very happy and will not even be stingy about sharing a few things with us."

The original body commented briefly. He clenched his fists and felt that the vigorous power was selflessly shared. This nameless subspace creature was obviously different from this twisted vast ocean. It was a truly kind person. of great creatures.

Maybe in the future, when he encounters any difficulties, he can consider coming here to get more strength.

Thoughts like this flashed through Magnus's mind, and Ahriman only saw his father showing a certain arrogant smile, a face that was in full control and made people subconsciously trust him.

Ahriman also laughed, and he began to look forward to how his genetic father would explain and teach more brand-new knowledge.

Then……

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Then he knew nothing.

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"Ahriman, Ahriman!"

"Wake up, wake up quickly!"

When Ahriman struggled to regain consciousness despite the constant urging, the scenery around him had changed.

Everything that was originally transformed and peaceful was violently destroyed, as if a storm swept across the silver-white beach. Everywhere Thousand Sons could see were broken clouds and wailing cracks. The huge creatures and thousands of All the ether fragments have disappeared - no, at least Etepio is still there, it lives on his shoulder armor.

But that's not the point, because Ahriman soon discovered something even more fatal: Magnus was missing, and so was Morgan.

"……what happened?!"

"That creature, that subspace creature suddenly exploded on its own. Father, he was involved in a whirlpool, and you were too close and were also affected. You have been unconscious until now."

"Morgan, what about Morgan?"

"...I don't know, it was too chaotic at the time and no one paid attention to her, but I seemed to see her being sucked into another whirlpool... What should we do, Ahriman?"

"Of course we need to find our father as quickly as possible! First determine our current location, and then contact him as much as possible."

Ahriman shouted angrily, and while he was commanding his comrades with all his strength, Atharva quietly came over.

"Then, Ahriman, what should Morgan do? If she acts alone as a mortal, she may be in trouble."

Ahriman hesitated when he mentioned his friend.

Atava could hear the Thousand Sons Captain's teeth clenching. He hesitated painfully for two moments before speaking slowly but firmly.

"Our first priority is to find our father, and our second priority is to ensure that the current personnel are safe. As for Morgan..."

"Leave her alone."

"Wish her good luck."