Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Reality has proven again and again that most people are wrong, and my truth is based on their mistakes."

"The flesh and bones of Lady Hungry are walking on the land of the galaxy, but those blind fools are turning a blind eye to this. My colleagues, they cannot see how much love the eternal enemy has poured into this human being. That is enough to make All the demonic armies of joy are eclipsed."

"My colleagues, my companions, and my subordinates think that my words are just nonsense and gossip, but they are wrong: the beloved of the Lord of Joy is walking on the skyline of the Milky Way, If we continue to turn a deaf ear to this, one day, all the Arks will be turned into the tombs of our race in the second scream, and all the Asuryan people will be thrown into eternal distortion and become The vessel through which He, who is hungry and thirsty, soothes His Beloved.”

"This future is extremely dark, but it is not without hope: by crossing countless of the most dangerous rapids in the long river of the world, I have seen the only remaining glimmer of hope: and my mission is to hold it close Hold it in your hand.”

"I will take this as my mission, I will take this as my watch, and I will forge ahead from now on, at all costs, even if I issue the most twisted decisions and orders, even if I commit the most horrific atrocities and betrayals, I will Will never stop.”

"For this is my destiny: I have seen it, I have seen my glorious and redemptive death, and I will be the final act, the salvation of my race."

"The first step is to make them aware of the seriousness of the problem."

"All sons of Asuryan must be clearly aware that this silver-haired human, this monster called the Primarch, who is clothed with the deepest grace from the heart of the Thirsty Lady, is absolutely impossible for us to confront head-on. natural enemy."

"She is not the divine choice of the thirsty lady, nor is she his military leader, nor is she the worthless demons under his command, the devil prince, or any lofty and vain title."

"She's way above that."

"She is above all living beings in the Palace of Joy, and her smile is enough to arbitrate the life and death of any secret keeper. I saw it, I saw that twisted and blasphemous scene: in the deepest madness of the Silver Palace , on the high position on the right hand side of the God of Hungry and Thirst, waiting for a noble blood girl, waiting for an indifferent tea guest, waiting for a pair of dark pupils that can share the joy with the Prince of Darkness. , waiting for the daughter, companion, love of the horny lady.”

"Waiting for her, waiting for: Morgan."

"Remember this name, she will influence the fate of the galaxy, she will arbitrate our empire."

——Eldalad, the supreme prophet of the craft world Uthsi, engraved on his staff

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When Adarad, the high-ranking supreme prophet of the Craftworld, witnessed the last natural disaster of Comoros crashing to the ground, he allowed his body to be dragged into the sub-dimensional space that had been prepared in advance.

The failure did not make him disappointed. He had predicted this a long time ago. Just like the sub-dimensional space where he was hiding at this time, everything was predicted and prepared in advance. Everything was just the first ray of fire that ignited thousands of stars.

He is not anxious, he is not lost, and he is not ashamed. Although his fellow humans are suffering from human slaughter in the corners he can see, Eldarad knows that this is their fate. Sooner or later, each of them will have such a day, it just comes sooner or later.

Since these fellow Comorans have been slaughtering, plundering and torturing countless lower races in the galaxy for thousands of years, and have not taken the right path at all and stopped this behavior of drinking poison to quench their thirst, then although their fate will not be Eldarad felt happy, but it did not cause him any more psychological baggage: even though he was the direct promoter of the scene before him.

…

Perhaps it was this mutual indifference and ruthlessness, perhaps it was the absolute egotism brought about by this long decadence, that led to the eventual disintegration of their former empire.

At the moment when he entered the sub-dimension, the Supreme Prophet couldn't help but think of this, using it to show a smile of joy in suffering.

But soon, even this wry smile was broken by an unexpected visitor.

"Lies, betrayal, self-deception."

"After so many years, you are still stubborn and have not made any progress."

The hissing sound of cold metal friction pierced the calmness in Eldarad's ears, and the Supreme Prophet realized that there seemed to be a guest in his private space without any reservation.

He turned his head and saw only a cold metal body, emitting green light from all over. Although the hard face made it impossible for the visitor to form any expression, a kind of fierce irony still appeared on the page.

The Supreme Prophet recognized him: no matter which ancient civilized race he was in, the name of the person in front of him was like thunder: it was just a bad name.

"How did you enter the space that belongs to me, Lord Trazin?"

"You know, young man, I'm Trazin. What I'm best at is being a guest anywhere, and your little defensive skills can't be put on the table."

A smile flashed across Eldarad's lips. He had never expected this answer, and he had never been more prepared for the Necron Overlord walking slowly in front of him: the battle between them would not be at this time. The rust on Trazin's body and his defenselessness also showed that this was just an unlucky guy that he took casually.

The prophet took off his helmet, and in the corner of his eyes saw the bloody scene where the last Ugur beast was grabbed tightly by the upper and lower jaws of the extraordinarily tall Astartes warrior, and then the entire head was torn in half. The scene was accompanied by the cheers of victory of the human army.

Everything that happened inside and outside the Yemenga Monolith was clearly projected in the sub-dimensional space. Neither of the two notorious people of their respective races spoke immediately. They kept a safe distance and spoke in silence. Witnessing the end of this ridiculous drama.

They saw the Dark Eldar's army collapsing under the constant blows. Some of the weak were panicking and eager to escape back to the passage they came from. However, they encountered an absolutely insurmountable wall of the Dawnbreaker, which was only ten minutes ago. The evenly matched battle turned into a bloody massacre with the accumulation of countless factors.

Those people of Comoros who were crazy, brave and resourceful enough quickly chose another path. They launched a desperate and terrifying charge towards the final front of the Dawnbreakers, because behind that front, not only were they temporarily trapped, The Primarch's chamber also contained a hidden door to the Webway.

They were almost successful: if it hadn't been for the last moment, the lady with silver hair and blue eyes walked into the children's fighting ground like a mad giant, carrying a terrible anger that could make the world tremble.

Although he has witnessed similar scenes countless times in the long journey of fate, when the bloody silhouette came into view for the first time, Aedalad could still feel the trembling all over his body: this trembling It was not fear and consternation, but a kind of despair that came from the blood, just like a lop-eared hare looking directly at a hungry tiger that was so close. At the first moment he saw the Primarch, Eldarad It felt like I had completely lost all hope of continuing to live and had chosen death in vain.

Just like those fellow Commorans in another dimension in front of him: at the first sight of the Primarch, all the Dark Eldar lost the courage to fight, and even lost the fear of fleeing, regardless of Whether it is those witch spirits and ruling succubi who have performed the bloody art for thousands of years, or Queen Lilith herself who reigns in the sect of strife, all the atrocities and desires melt away like ice and snow at this moment, and the primarch's incompetence is gone. When the emotional blue pupils swept across all of their souls, they had already given up their determination to resist.

Lilith was the first to fall. The queen of the Strife Cult was almost one of the most powerful figures in the Dark Eldar, but when she fell into eternal stupor, she lost even one-tenth of her power. Unable to use it, it was easily squeezed by the Primarch's neck, turning into a dying and beautiful body, losing all pride and strength, and turning into a miserable prisoner at Morgan's feet.

And when the fate of the strongest among them was revealed so clearly, all the succubi and witch spirits: whether they were legends who had been fighting for thousands of years or the gifted bride of Kane, all were at this moment. Lost the courage to fight.

The bad roots from Commorragh were finally revealed at this moment: when the Dark Eldar faced the threat of death and faced the incarnation they feared, there was no longer any so-called pride, cruelty and orthodoxy. The demeanor of the heir was gone, and all the people of Comoros revealed their original pathetic faces at this moment: a group of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and a group of miserable people who put their lives above everything else in the world.

All the Dark Eldar, they abandoned their courage and belief, art and grace in an instant. They left their opponents aside and rushed towards the entrance gate of the Webway. No one wanted it. Stay in front of this terrifying opponent for even a second.

But at this moment, such a remedy is still too late: hundreds of the most elite Eldar killers finally reached the door a hundred meters away alive, because as early as their bodies first appeared in the Primarch When they were in the pupils, their souls were already tightly held in Morgan's hands. The so-called running away was nothing more than the aftermath of a group of pale bodies without reason.

The pale lady did not give up because of this. Instead, her anger burned with the wail of the palm soul. The smiling Dawnbreakers immediately saw with some concern that their Primarch's face began to emit a wave of anger. With a chilling smile, her pupils ignited with fire again with the squandering of psychic energy, but it was not the pure white fire they were accustomed to, but a very light but stubborn purple.

Words that no one could recognize came out of Morgan's mouth word by word. It was a terrible wail that had never been activated since the Randan War. Accompanied by the low and shrill laughter in the weird cold wind, all the dawns Everyone can feel as if there are countless sharp claws brushing past their ears, piercing through those Comoros assassins who are panicking and choosing their own path in the blink of an eye.

One, two, three...

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...

When all the Dawnbreakers could catch the weird low laughter in their ears, they also saw the end of their opponents: the invisible wave swept through the entire bloody purgatory in an instant, entangling the dark spirit. The necks and ankles of the tribe pierced their brains, carefully cutting off their souls with extremely painful wails, and then carelessly pulled them out of the living bodies and wills, leaving scattered lives. Disappeared in the cold wind.

Even the bravest Astartes warriors were watching all this in awe, and the beasts that had been killing the Sons of Morgan before also put away their claws at this moment. They no longer roared and ran, but Trembling their abominable bodies, they crouched in the direction of the Primarch, buried their heads with their forelimbs, and whimpered like beaten wild dogs. They did not continue until they were struck down with swords by the Dawnbreakers who had reacted. to resist.

Hector casually stabbed to death the last Aether Hound at his feet. This unprecedentedly strong Astartes warrior was simply the natural nemesis of these monsters, but all his attention was focused on another one at this time. On this matter: right in front of him, not far away, was an extremely agile Dark Eldar. He had even touched the door of the Webway, but was still dragged by his ankles mercilessly, and then, as the Dawnbreaker watched, In an invisible dimension, they suffered torture that they could never imagine. Only the screams that echoed throughout the wasteland were the only traces of this torture and atrocity.

Listening to the piercing sound that was so shrill that it was like experiencing the end of the world in person, and feeling the awe-inspiring rustling sound in the invisible sea, when Hector's eyes once again turned to the corpse that looked like rotten meat. When he fell on the fallen Dark Eldar, a trace of absolutely wrong pity even flashed in his heart.

And what followed the pity was an overwhelming awe, and the object of that awe was exactly the center of the storm at this moment: his great Primarch, the person he most deserved and should revere.

I don't know why, but before this, Hector even forgot that he needed to revere his Primarch. To him, his mother represented more of a kind of love and light, rather than a statue of a god worthy of worship.

But at this moment, Hector realized his big mistake: how could he not revere the Primarch? How could he forget his surrender to the Mother of Genes under the care of almost grace.

It's really unforgivable.

The captain of the 23rd company took a deep breath of the bloody air, and then, like every battle brother around him, he cast his awe-inspiring gaze towards the invisible interior of the huge stone monument, towards them The Great Gene Mother: they bear witness to her wrath and are willingly proud of it.

But unlike his brothers, there is the slightest frown on the edge of Hector's thick eyebrows: perhaps due to some kind of illusion, this Morgan's pride always feels that at this moment, his genes The anger that the mother exudes does not belong to her alone.

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"I don't know what you want, pathetic Eldar, but you should succeed."

The Lord of Solenams watched with relish the bloody massacre of the people of Comoros. He even wanted to applaud and regretted that he did not bring any shooting equipment: these most despicable scum have been killed countless times in the past. I don’t know how many treasures worthy of collection have been destroyed in the Era. They have no understanding of the value of art and history. The current tragic situation is just a small compensation for their numerous atrocities.

Even without this, the relationship between the Necrontyr and the Eldar was enough for Trazin to ridicule Eldarad, even though he had long since ceased to care about these old things.

"It's just that I'm curious: No matter what you want to do, is the price too high? Look at these poor people lying on the ground: natural disaster, nightmare, dominating succubus and beast tamer, and one Fighting jets and three dozen airships and motorcycles.”

"More than a thousand elites, not even the most basic infantry, are all the backbone elites of Commorragh, all true sons, and then the whole army is annihilated: a deception like this is enough to make you hated by all the Dark Eldar." lifelong."

"This is just a necessary sacrifice and their destined destiny."

Wusi's supreme prophet was holding his staff in embarrassment at this time, sweat drops falling from his forehead like heavy raindrops, but it was commendable that when the leader of the Ark Spirit Tribe finally adjusted He breathed out his breath, mustered up the courage, and looked at the Primarch again. His pupils already exuded a precious emotion that was difficult for any Comorian people to understand. This allowed him to overcome almost instinct. Fearful, he slowly straightened up his waist and returned to normal.

Seeing this, even Trazin couldn't help but take a high look at this junior: It's never easy to defeat instinct, at least the original Necrontyr didn't do it.

"So, are you interested in telling me about your plan?"

"No comment."

Eldarad took his last breath slowly, looked at the undead overlord, and frowned unabashedly.

"Rather: maybe you can explain to me why you are here?"

The question sent a wave of affected consternation shooting through Trazin's vocal apparatus, as if it were the most direct irony.

"Why am I here?"

"This is the edge of the Sotec Dynasty. It is the location of the most famous library and monument in the eastern part of the Necrontyr Empire. It was one of the former centers of galactic culture. Now, you ask me why I am here?"

"I should be the one to ask you, Spirit Race. Just a few days ago, when I came to this world again and prepared another plan of mine, what did I see?"

"Eldar! Thousands of Eldar! Occupy this sacred palace of knowledge, and impose your dirty traps and heretical techniques on this sleeping treasure trove: You should be lucky, Eldar, this is not a slumber. There is no army of Necrontyrs in this world, otherwise, I would be talking to your corpse now."

Seeing the Necron overlord's "righteous indignation", Eldarad, who had long heard of Trazin's reputation, just raised the corners of his lips, as if he had ignored the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him.

"Yes, it is the territory of the Sotec Dynasty, so what is the overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty doing here? The attitude of the master here towards me is no worse than his attitude towards you."

"I'm just a guest. Who says you can't visit a house where the owner is not here?"

To this answer, the Supreme Prophet just responded with contemptuous silence, but he quickly realized another thing, which made him frown.

"Wait a minute, those traps that were not activated in time, or those mechanisms that were obviously too fragile, must have been the tricks you did in the past few days?"

"What reason do I have to sit back and watch them trap these humans, and then allow your dirty kin to hover in front of my eyes for a longer time, or even take the opportunity to escape a few of them?"

"I'm standing here alone, and I didn't bring an army with me. You're lucky enough."

"Stop pretending to be powerful, you are dead."

A contemptuous smile flashed across Eldarad's face.

"You think I haven't broken into the tombs of your kind - oh, of course, my experience is far from comparable to yours, but even so I know very well that, based on these human worlds, even the smallest It would take at least half a century to awaken a sleeping Necron dynasty quickly: where do you get the time?"

"Compared with this, I'm curious about another thing: What are you doing here? Is it still for the so-called cultural relics protection operation? That's really unfortunate."

"It has nothing to do with that."

The Lord of Solenums looked at the Primarch with a cold expression on his face, lingering in the purple light.

"It has something to do with her."

"...It looks like our interests are aligned, Necromancer."

"Stop being so pretentious, Eldar, you ruined my plan. If you were wise enough to help before, I will consider assisting you now."

"Why should I help you?"

"Then why should I help you again?"

"Our target is the original human being, and your destruction will only benefit her."

"Does it mean that your victory will be beneficial to me?"

"If you insist on this, Necromancer, it will only drag down both of us at the same time. We can reach an agreement on the issue of the Primarch. You should have a sense of the overall situation. My victory is better than our common failure. "

"No, your victory makes me sicker than my defeat."

"Don't be so short-sighted. If you don't want to be popular, don't get involved."

"For me, sitting back and watching you win is a favor: Why should I help you?"

"Then why should I help you again?"

"Then we have agreed: a three-way war."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Necromancer, it will only lead to our mutual failure."

"Excellent: Your failure is enough to soothe the hurt of failure to me. I would rather see the human Primarch continue to be free in the real universe than see an Eldar win in front of me. "

Eldarad gritted his teeth.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

He was answered with a sneer.

"Stop telling jokes here. If it weren't for you guys, I would have transformed this place into a perfect palace of misdirection. Your presence interfered with my plan. She ended up seeing more than I imagined. .”

"Does that bother you: I couldn't be happier if it did, Necromancer."

Hearing this, Trazin turned his head, his breath colder than his metal body.

"That will disappoint you: it is just a museum in a public place, and there is nothing of vital importance in it. My plan has only been hindered by you, and it is still proceeding in an orderly manner."

"Then again, if a setback can allow me to watch such a wonderful death ceremony of the Eldar, it would be a great deal. How many of your kin are you planning to sacrifice to implement your plan? Please be sure to invite me. , to record all that.”

"I even thought of a name: "Eldarad, the world's second Eldar killer"

"Work hard, Eldar, and it's possible for you to reach the top of the list."

"You can't anger me, Necromancer. I know what I'm doing: every Dark Eldar who dies just meets their fate. Sooner or later, they will die at the hands of this terrible evil god's darling. I'm just Temporarily altering the sequence of time, allowing something more correct to occur."

"Only the stupidest individuals play with the power of time: together with you, I already know exactly two, and you are always refreshing my knowledge of brains and shame."

"How can you recognize those two things: you probably don't have them."

“It’s better to have nothing than to appreciate nothing.”

The Necron Overlord ended the quarrel with a phrase and a soft hum. He once again fell into a death-like silence, and saw a rather strange phenomenon on the Primarch, which made him a little uneasy. .

"..."

"Okay, Eldar, talk to me."

"What exactly is your purpose?"

"Why should I tell you."

"I'm not good at helping people, Eldar, but I'm good at making everyone pissed off."

"Would you like to try it yourself? I wouldn't mind having one of my clones take a vacation on some beautiful craft world, maybe they'll be unlucky enough to get too close to a star?"

"..."

Eldalad put on his helmet, and his emotions were hidden under the armor as dark as night, so even the Necron Overlord could not quickly see clearly.

"Well, let me tell you, Necromancer."

Finally, he spoke.

“I’m bending the curve of fate.”

"Sounds stupid as hell."

"Yeah, but compared to your previous feats, it's still better."

Trazin was silent and lifeless.

"Then what?"

"Then……"

"Then, I am also conducting a series of observations to lay the foundation for every step of my subsequent actions, do a good job in intelligence work, and collect the most important information."

"How close is that thirsty lady to this Primarch of humanity?"

"Then can you see it?"

"It sucks."

Eldarad turned his head, and his eyes focused on the dying Queen of the Dissension Sect in Morgan's palm: Eldalad could empathize with why these most powerful members of the same race lost what they thought of at that moment. Proud fighting power.

Because he also saw it.

He saw, above the silent wonders of the Necrons, in the storms stirred by rage and extreme, in the center of the endless sea where only the greatest psykers could barely stand, a supreme being. The profane presence was drawn out.

No, using the word "attract" is actually not very accurate. It should be said that it was just a ray of anger and madness from the Primarch that revealed him.

Eldalad saw it, he saw the thirsty lady, the nightmare that all the Asuryan people could not erase, the slaughter and devourer of the Eldar gods, the one who kept smiling and laughing, A god who laughs wildly and is extremely twisted.

He is beside Morgan, He is in front of Morgan. When the Spider Queen's pupils flashed the first ray of purple light because of anger, all the Eldar can clearly see that scene and can despair. Discover:

The will of the horny lady was right in front of them.

That was the gaze of His true form, a concentrated expression of her great power.

He held up a finger and softly reproached these rude people for disturbing His beloved daughter: as the smallest punishment, their souls were torn to pieces as a matter of course, and in a single moment they experienced what they had inflicted on others in this life. All the punishments he had passed were then gathered into a painful meal and slowly presented to the Primarch.

Eldarad saw that scene.

And all he could do was to close his eyes, and at that moment, exhale all the despair and heaviness with a slow breath.

The situation was worse than he imagined.

That horny lady was not keeping an eye on her daughter at all.

But...

He never left.

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The Emperor hated her.

He never expected anything from her.

There has never been mercy, affection, redemption, compensation, or even the coldest confession...

Never before, and never again, would his empire and territory be so cold and ruthless, with not a single space left for a failed work.

Yes, that's it.

Admit it, this is reality.

In the emperor's future, there is no place for her. Her hope is in another greater palace of Wushou, and her glory is in another place that is actually within reach. She...

"grown ups."

The worried call seemed to be accompanied by a flash of cold light, briefly calling the Lord of the Second Legion out of the lavender whisper.

Rana had already undergone the most urgent treatment, which allowed him to barely stand in front of the Primarch. When all the Dawnbreakers fell into a kind of respectful worship of the Primarch, the Chief Old Guard still did not Forgot your mission.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped forward and interrupted the genetic mother's bow.

"The casualty results are out."

【read. 】

"349 people were killed in action, and 26 were seriously injured who needed to undergo the fearless sleeping ritual. In addition, hundreds of moderately injured and lightly injured people will recover soon and continue to perform tasks."

【……】

[In other words, in less than twenty-five minutes, my legion has lost one percent of its strength? 】

"Your gene seeds have given us hope of survival, sir. Because of the benign mutations brought about by your genetic prototype, more than two hundred soldiers who were originally supposed to be killed or seriously injured were able to survive until the arrival of medical treatment. This is great. It reduces our casualty rate."

Morgan did not answer Rana's report. She just continued her silence, resisting the whisper that appeared again in her mind in an inexplicable uneasiness.

That whisper has neither the madness of the destructive powers of the past nor the coldness and ruthlessness of the Lord of Humanity. It is a long-lost greeting, a gentle embrace, a soft voice of comfort, and a gentle mother standing behind her, frowning. , with a distressed attitude, eager to calm the waves caused by the unprecedented number of casualties in the heart of the Primarch.

He leaned close to her ear, pouring out his sympathy and desire to her, making promises and revenge to her. He mocked the emperor's coldness and mocked the emperor's gifts with irresistible words, and did not hesitate. Hesitantly made the greatest promise to the Primarch.

She will be the queen of the galaxy, she will be the master of joy, she will be the second great person to whom all the huge demonic armies holding high the banner of Slaanesh will serve. She will not be his slave, she will not be As His projection, she will be the most unique and noble existence in His palace, enjoying the great privilege of drinking at the same table with the gods amidst endless blasphemy and taboos.

All this is true, all this is easy, she will never again grieve for the pain of her soul, the Lord of Joy will heal her misfortune with his own hands, and ensure that her soul will not be like other miserable princes Just like that, they have become the walking zombies after the eternal catastrophe.

This is the greatest honor, this is the heaviest pampering, and it does not even require any effort or struggle, no effort and fighting: because love has no reason, because she is a happy daughter.

Just consent, just surrender, just a silent nod, a slight kneeling.

As long as she does this, she can gain so much, she can enjoy endless eternity, and she can...

…

"Bah!"

…

In the dark, it was the light of a ruthless flame.

…

…

…

【enough. 】

Lana raised his head. He was the only one who heard the words from the Primarch, but he could not imagine who this almost soliloquy was addressed to.

But soon the Primarch took action.

Morgan raised her head, and the last trace of stubborn golden color flashed in her pupils.

[Gather the team, Rana, let’s go back to the battleship. Enough things have happened in this world. I don’t want to get anywhere near this place in a short time. 】

"You...what's the matter?"

[It’s okay, I’m fine, at least that’s the case now, but it won’t necessarily be the next moment, my child, so let’s get out of here quickly and go to meet my father. 】

"...Emperor?"

[Yes, the Emperor, my father. 】

The Primarch smiled, and Rana could see many things in that smile, many things that he had not thought could be seen in the Primarch.

Tired, flustered, confused...

And fear.

"Are you really okay, sir?"

[If you ask again, maybe something will happen to me. 】

"..."

"Understood, my lord."

[If you understand, then act quickly, Lana, and escort this red-haired alien to the battleship. 】

[Let us set off quickly to meet my dear father. 】

[I have many, many, many, many things to say, and I want to have a good talk with him. 】

"Are you missing the Emperor?"

[Of course, my child. 】

[I can tell you with confidence that in my great chaotic family, there cannot be a more filial daughter than me. 】