Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[In general, this is how things develop. 】

[Father and daughter, king and minister, one condition and another condition, one request and another request. 】

[In the end, an agreement is reached, and a deal may be reached that neither party is satisfied with, but can be tolerated and acknowledged by both parties: an outcome like this is often the most stable. 】

[So, after you and the soulless old immortal gentleman, the third uninvited guest boarded my battleship in a grand manner, and even lived next to me. 】

[This is more or less a bad mood, isn't it? 】

【So……】

【Do you still have any questions? 】

[The silent Miss Lilith? 】

The Spider Queen's smile is still so gentle and harmless, like a virgin in an ivory tower who is ignorant of the world, smiling for the most vulgar fun things in the world.

Of course, if one ignores the splotches of blood on the edges of her lips and teeth, as well as the unconcealed coldness and madness in her blue pupils, such a disguise would be considered flawless.

【You seem very cold. 】

[Also, you want to have a good talk with my new pet: it has just escaped from the hands of my steel-like brother and is eager to hang something. 】

The continuous words did not receive even a single reply, but the leader of the second legion did not show the slightest anger. She kicked off her boots and socks, barefooted, and lay down on the cushioned bed that had been specially moved. Sitting on the chair, he breathed in the cold air around him with relish.

It was the smell of instruments of torture and torture, a taste she loved, and a taste that only she could enjoy: all of this was like a malicious hiding, bringing a small pleasure to the Spider Queen.

At this moment, it was already fifteen days after the armies of the Human Empire arrived in the Nostramo sector. The fleets of the Primarchs had long disappeared into the waves of subspace, and the Lord of Humanity's personal Under his own leadership, the Guards crossed the Far Eastern border area controlled by Morgan and broke into the even more terrifying fog of extraterrestrial darkness.

Of course, who is more terrifying, the so-called extraterritorial darkness or the Lord of Humanity, is another issue.

As half the owner of the Far Eastern Frontier, the Second Legion's actions were ultimately more calm than those of other brother armies. Morgan's heirs abandoned Nostramo and allowed the world to be filled with confidence in the Midnight Ghost. With self-growth, the Dawnbreaker Legion returned to their own country and planned to continue their [March to the Frontier] after some repairs.

And while the entire 23rd Expeditionary Fleet was immersed in matters such as material supply or personnel deployment, in the deepest part of the Glory Queen-class battleship, in a place that no one knew, the master of the Second Legion was I skipped all my work and carried out my daily relaxing activities leisurely.

[I spent a little time and energy to create this place. The memory fragments you left me have made great contributions during this period. 】

With a kind of pride, the leader of the second legion introduced her torture chamber in a soliloquy. Of course she could be so proud and proud, because this cold cage that Morgan called the "heart chamber" was It is the embodiment of all the terrible fantasies of mankind, the embodiment of the evil idea that there is no distinction between upper and lower than those deep passages under the palace of Terra.

The walls made of fine gold, ceramic steel, plastic steel and no less than twenty types of composite materials are shaped into a dense honeycomb shape. Thousands of small cabins are like eyeballs without pupils, telling the story of spiders. The Queen's desire for control, which does not appear easily, also hides the various methods she uses to vent her dissatisfaction.

The size of the honeycombs on each wall is different, telling their respective uses and bloodshed. The most dense one is the alternative collection room of the Lord of the Second Legion. Everyone who died under her hands deserves to be The aliens in memories will permanently leave a part of themselves here, either as a collection, or as raw materials for the Spider Queen's whim.

The claws of giant beasts, the sharp teeth of Dr. Greenskin, and the last hearts left by various annihilated civilizations are delicately placed in their respective positions, waiting for the day when they can win the favor of the Spider Queen. However, their combined number is far less than the traces left by the Eldar here. The heads of countless Eldar elites were carefully boiled to remove the flesh, polished and whitened, so that the Primarch could always be reminded of the richness of their souls. And sweet.

Especially after the short killing of Yemenga Monolith ended, this wall was completely protected by a slender and exquisite net: but if you look carefully, you will find that the material of this exquisite net is, It is not just a thread, but the trembling tendons of countless people of Commorragh. Each section has the remaining wailing will of a Dark Eldar, allowing the Lord of the Second Legion to slightly brush away such a huge... The depressed state of mind caused by the loss of property.

Such a huge work was entirely created by the Primarch herself. Driven by some stubborn instincts, she refused to let anyone, especially her own heirs, know the existence of everything in this room, this heart of Morgan. There wasn't even a door; the Primarch and her handmaidens relied on a permanently operating short-distance teleportation phalanx to gain access.

On the opposite side of the wall of collectibles are the various tools the Spider Queen uses to create these handicrafts, each of which is far beyond the imagination of a mortal or even an Astartes warrior. A blasphemous will that would never appear in the brain of a normal person: and with the enthusiastic help of thousands of her Comoran friends, the Lord of the Second Legion reproduced the most popular styles in these giant cities on the webway. , even with a little egoistic improvement.

The role of these tools is not only to satisfy Morgan's handicraft ambitions, but also to contribute to the brilliance of the third wall: the wall of truth. This wall is the bloodiest, but also the most normal, revealing a unique irony. Color: The hives that make up this wall are the largest, because each of them stores at least one disemboweled alien specimen, ranging from the most classic green skins to some long-extinct aliens. , the Spider Queen will carry out some projects here that are not convenient to carry out in a sterile laboratory, and improve her mastery of the scientific knowledge in her mind.

On the opposite side of the wall of truth, there is the complete blooming of the selfishness of the Primarch. It is also the wall she is facing now lying on her side on the bench.

This wall is the simplest. All it has is a huge cross. Now, the former star of Comoros and the undefeated queen of the Strife Sect, Lilith-Hesrapecos, has been firmly nailed On top, the spikes strengthened by psychic energy pierced her limbs mercilessly, but they continued to release healing spells so that the Dark Eldar would not die easily.

The whole body of the Queen of Dispute is wrapped in spiritual energy. This not only protects her dying life from being taken away by the Prince of Joy, but also destined that she cannot even move, otherwise she will encounter every spirit race. The sad fate most feared.

This lady of the Eldar race, who may be the most powerful in the galaxy, is falling into a kind of beautiful abjection, like a swan that should be soaring in the sky but has its wings violently broken, and can only swim in the dirty water. The pond shows its beauty.

The originally meticulous red hair color is now like a burning wildfire. Under the decadent dark red, is the pained but still tough face of the Queen of Strife, and the vigorous and vigorous face that was originally able to fight ten powerful enemies at the same time. The body, those enchanting feet that could dance the wildest music, are still as white as green jade, but they are already stained with signs of death caused by all kinds of torture, as well as a hint of absolutely abnormal morbidity. vitality.

For more than a month after capturing the [culprit], the Second Legion spent a long time with this first guest who visited her heart, and used all the skills she had learned on her to their heart's content. Comoran techniques, from the most basic: for example, using a combination of a chain saw and a hot metal stream, scratching the Eldar's rich muscle fibers without a layer of fat for protection, bit by bit, through the most painful exploitation and spells After several days and nights of self-recovery, the dense white bones were exposed, and every such reincarnation would make the Queen of Dispute clearly feel that her most proud fighting strength was losing little by little, almost Irrevocably gone, never to be found again.

Of course, this level of physical torture and mental torture was just the simplest kind that the Primarch had seen in the Comorran magazines in her mind, and one that even a three-year-old Dark Eldar child could master. This is an entry-level operation, and the Queen of Dispute's gaze has not wavered in the slightest during this torture that is enough to kill her several times. This even makes Morgan, who is always observing her, feel sincerely happy.

[Why don’t you speak out, whether it’s a curse or the simplest moan of sorrow? 】

[Every Dark Eldar said, you have a sweet voice: Let me listen, let me be happy, maybe our game today will end here. 】

With half interest, he witnessed the wound that tore the entire arm of the Queen of Strife being continuously devoured by powerful healing spells. The invisible edge, like repelling insects from the bones, was using the most painful gesture to restore the life of the Dark Eldar. , turning her face full of wild beauty into a fiery waterfall.

Morgan was even a little tired of this scene. Her anger was completely exhausted in such a torturous performance, and what followed was the flame in her heart that had been suppressed for too long, full of malice and madness, and All kinds of resentments that have never been truly vented.

The Queen of Commorragh became a silent vessel, a vessel that had to face all the malice in the Spider Queen's heart, and the most common expression of this malice came from her fellow Commorrans.

Countless cutting-edge [technologies] that were only occasionally mentioned in the spiers of Commorragh and the hives of the Haemonculi began to be unleashed on Lilith through the unrivaled power of the Primarch, and the effect was It can be said that the effect was immediate. The Queen of the Arena, who may have lived for thousands of years, was on the verge of real death in an instant. Her speed and violence even made the Lord of the Second Legion sigh with emotion from the bottom of his heart. these technologies.

But despite this, Morgan still did not hear her longing voice. Lilith, whose lips turned pale, was like a puppet. Except for the eternal anger in her pupils, she did not feedback any emotions to the original gene.

Under such setbacks, the Spider Queen's interest temporarily dissipated, and she lost the enthusiasm to continue to torture. After all, fundamentally speaking, perhaps Morgan was not a creature whose necessities were torture and pain.

The Primarch kicked off her boots and socks, and slumped lazily on the recliner that was incompatible with the torture chamber. She was wearing a black and white straitjacket, which she had worn as a work-study student in the Dark Angel Legion. At that time, the souvenirs she brought back could effectively suppress part of her spiritual energy, preventing any of her temporary thoughts from completely washing away the last ray of soul of this rare object of venting.

The main color was white, which tightly wrapped the Primarch's body and perfectly reflected her tall figure. All the hard black fixed belts were opened and dragged to the ground one after another, stained with Lilith's skin. Blood that almost never dries up.

Morgan lazily leaned on her face. From this perspective, she could clearly see that her hands were wrapped in a set of silver-white gloves. They were almost identical. The only difference was that one glove highlighted the sharp points of the original gene. Nails, while the other glove shows rounded fingertips.

[Do you want to get to know Stheno first? Or Euryale? 】

With a chuckle, the silver guard in the free hand turned into a thick long snake with a chain saw all over its body, and crawled to Lilith's feet in the blink of an eye. body and wrap it up easily.

Morgan smiled and made a fist.

The next moment, the metal python began to squeeze her gift without hesitation. The unstoppable force crushed every bone of the Queen of Dispute in an instant, and reborn them in severe pain, exploding her body. The dead organs and countless squeezed bile could still be clearly captured by Morgan's hearing even though they were separated from Lilith's belly, but she still didn't hear the sound she wanted.

The queen of Comoros bit her teeth with a crazy thought, maintaining her silence and her only resistance with a mouth full of blood.

【……】

【Boring. 】

Morgan waved his hand, and the metal python, which had expanded to more than ten meters in length, was transformed into a beam of light in an instant, and obediently returned to the palm of the original gene, and at that moment turned into the somewhat sharp glove.

Seeing this scene, even the Lord of the Second Legion had to start lamenting the skills of his blood brother: Who would have thought that these two gloves were the [whips] given by the Primarch of the Iron Hands.

Snakes and whips can be considered similar in shape.

Watching with cold eyes as the Restoration Spell faithfully performed its duties, painfully and quickly restoring every muscle and organ that had been wantonly destroyed by the Queen of Strife, the Primarch just felt a mixture of boredom and satisfaction, and she stretched. , counting his time, and at the same time observed that Lilith's pupils were already somewhat numb to such pain.

[It seems that three times the physical sensitivity and pain perception is still a challenge that is too easy to overcome for an alien like you. 】

[But it doesn’t matter, I’ve prepared a lot for you: But today, I’m afraid we won’t be able to use it, so we can only let the most basic tricks show off. 】

[But it doesn’t matter, my dear friend from Comoros. 】

【Our time. 】

【But it’s very long. 】

Using the power of psychic energy, the Primarch easily lifted Lilith's jaw, and felt a sense of satisfaction for the blood-stained neck. She witnessed the rather rare physical fitness and mental will of the Queen of Strife, She couldn't help but sigh again: This was also the original reason why she kept this [culprit], because she saw a template that was born to suit her various experiments.

Of course, this original purpose has now been gradually tainted by various other emotions, but it is still the unshakable bottom line in Morgan's heart. When the Primarch cast her eyes on Lilith's face, she couldn't help but once again murmured to himself.

【listen to me. 】

[I have heard about some of your ancient creations in Comoros...]

——————

One Terran hour after the Primarch left her heart, the Midnight Haunter officially stepped onto the deck of the Second Legion's flagship.

A second later, the Spider Queen, who was sitting on her throne, learned this from Bayar's communication, and her psychic powers observed it one step further.

Three seconds later, under the instruction of the Primarch, the chief swordsman of the Second Legion took a step forward, intending to invite Midnight Ghost to Morgan's throne room to discuss some necessary matters and discussions in the future.

Five seconds later.

The midnight ghost disappeared in front of everyone present.

【……】

It's really no surprise.

Morgan sat on the throne, leaning on her face, looking at her blood brother from a psychic perspective, holding the ventilation duct on the battleship, crawling happily, feeling a rather familiar sigh and a little tired.

Destroyer of the Titan Legion, author of subspace security instructions, wholesaler of disposable wonders, reincarnation of the witch at the stake, ultimate canine evolution, initiator of religious regression, champion of honorary duels, owner of an ambitious printing press, and After the unfortunate pair of Romeo and Juliet who had an extra organ.

Finally, is there another Landcrawler cockroach model among her brothers?

…

Strange biodiversity has increased yet.

Morgan sighed again, which made the Virgo on the side couldn't help but glance at her, but the Primarch didn't care about these things. She didn't even care about the commotion of her descendants in the communication platform, but concentrated on using her soul to He can sense and track every movement of the Midnight Ghost: as long as he is still on this Glory Queen-class battleship, he cannot escape.

Sure enough, Morgan clearly saw her blood relative walking freely through the astonishingly wide pipes and shadows. His whereabouts seemed to have no rules at all, just wandering randomly to every corner that interested him. Above the queue of warriors and mortal attendants, they listened quietly to their conversation.

I don’t know why, but when she saw this scene, Morgan inexplicably thought of her [Warmaster]. Although the big snow-white cat was extremely close to her, it was also used to wandering around the battleship, and even almost I don’t leave home once a month.

Coz, on the other hand, seems to be doing the same thing.

The observation of Midnight Ghost lasted for about one Terran standard before Morgan finally lost interest in the dark scene of him crawling towards the lower deck of the battleship. She glanced at the time briefly, and then turned to look at her Virgo seat.

【Ania. 】

"I'm here, my lord."

[You said...what does living a healthy life include? 】

Virgo blinked. This question was somewhat beyond her expectation, but after rubbing her unusually indifferent red pupils, the personal maid of the Primarch guessed her answer.

"Um……"

"At least... have a good meal?"

【……】

[Very constructive suggestion. 】

"Then do you need me to start preparing dinner now, sir?"

【No. 】

【I will come in person. 】

Although when she took over this task, there was no volition or passion in her heart, but when all this became an established fact, the Primarch began to be constrained by her rational mentality.

In any case, she agreed to this task, although she was not quite sure what the so-called "living healthily" actually included.

But she will try her best to do it.

Let's start by... letting him eat well.

——————

Under the bewitchment and destruction of the evil slackerism, the Primarch has never set foot in his own private kitchen before, and Virgo's immature shoulders, which are always fifteen years old, have to shoulder the responsibility of feeding the fat cats. The lady's greedy mouth carries the burden for several years.

But fortunately, when Morgan first stepped into the exclusive territory of Virgo in the past, she grasped the essentials right away: after ruthlessly copying a copy of the memories and experiences in Miss Virgo's mind, the Primarch was transformed in an instant. He became a master of cooking and pastry making.

Considering the strange connection between her and the maidens of the stars, the leader of the Second Legion can even proudly slap his chest and swear that all of this is due to her personal efforts.

Taking care of the past life experience of the Midnight Ghost, after a brief thought, the Primarch chose a very classic dinner combination: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with a large mushroom burger and various grilled side dishes. Burnt pumpkin pie, steaming tomato soup and panna cotta served as dessert with seasonal fruits.

All raw materials are transported from the exclusive worlds of Avalon and the Aegis Sector. These lucky worlds have retained many specialties from the former Holy Terra, which prevents them from becoming like other The fate of large-scale mechanized production like that in the agricultural world has instead become a source for Avalon's top brass to satisfy their appetites. Of course, the best will always be provided to the Primarch and her legion, and no one will Make mistakes on this issue.

The roast beef carefully cooked by the Primarch made a sizzling sound on the kitchen utensils. A drop of hot oil slowly slid down its full and deep lines. It was intoxicating. The softness and bright red color of the green onions gradually faded and told the story. When the time came, the Spider Queen took the opportunity to take out the slightly salty Yorkshire pudding in the shape of a coffee cup. This kind of bread is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It is the perfect and classic partner for roast beef.

Beside them, orange pumpkin cakes with a sweet smell were piled up into a fat tower. The tomatoes in the soup were like fluttering red ribbons, setting off the milk on the side. The jelly is getting more and more pink, and as for the seasonal fruits that can only serve as accompaniment and the last dish, each of them is worth enough to buy an entire set of proud real estate in the crowded hive world.

And when the Primarch took out the mushroom burger filled with fresh mushrooms, onions, matsutake, chopped nuts and large patties, and then baked it in the oven until golden brown, everything was just right. Through her psychic induction, her blood brother was gradually approaching her room, and he was increasingly no longer concealing his whereabouts, until the old guard guarding the door could spot him and issue a warning.

This did not surprise the Primarch: Morgan knew very well that Curze's nature was destined to prevent him from doing anything to [other people's food] or even [suspected other people's food], and he himself was in [the Emperor's] The "Fantasy" only underwent a series of physical examinations, and it seemed that they did not get good rest or food.

That father of hers...

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but sigh. She figured out how long the Midnight Ghost had not eaten, and was very sure that even the Primarch could not endure such a long period of hunger and weakness, not to mention that strictly speaking, the Midnight Ghost was still A minor primarch, although his spirit was stubborn enough, his body was not well developed due to long periods of malnutrition.

There was no doubt that he needed to eat.

But the whole ship is [her].

So, where else could he go to find food?

With such confidence, the Spider Queen spoke slowly and ordered her heirs to bring in her blood relatives. At the same time, she did not forget to place the last meal in the most appetizing position: The Lord of the Second Legion placed a large table in front of her, and the dinner she cooked herself occupied the entire table, enough to feed several Astartes warriors at the same time.

Let her see how Midnight Ghost reacts to this. This will be the first-hand information she needs in the long process of getting along with him, and it will also be an important moment needed for a new blood relationship database.

Morgan waited.

And she didn't have to wait long.

The Midnight Ghost came, like a tattered cloak wrapped in the melancholy night wind. He came in front of the Spider Queen even when her naked eyes couldn't even capture it.

He did not sit on the seat that was obviously prepared for him, but squatted directly on the back of a stone chair on the side of the room. His penetrating eyes were like a killer in the dark night. The maid next to the Spider Queen involuntarily put herself on alert.

Morgan looked directly at his brother, showing no cowardice, no nervousness, and no unnecessary flattery.

[There you are, Conrad. 】

"I'm here to visit the owner of this place."

The Midnight Ghost showed a terrifying smile. His coat was like the injured wings of a devil, shaking uneasily in the darkness, oppressing the nerves of others.

【visit? 】

Morgan smiled, and she saw clearly Conrad's posture at this time: This posture is neither a position that can easily release terror, nor is it a harbinger that can help him win in battle. If anything, it is very suitable for Midnight Ghost. Disappear from this room immediately.

But that's not Morgan's purpose.

[When you are a guest, do you make it a habit to visit the owner of the house last? 】

"When I'm a guest, they often don't welcome me."

"They resist me as they resist death, absurd and futile."

In the shadows, the midnight ghost stared closely at his so-called blood relative. The tempting smell of the food on the table constantly aroused his taste buds, but he had long since learned to resist this temptation. After all, in On Nostramo, the scent of this gourmet food just means a not-so-subtle trap.

[No one would welcome a guest who comes with ill intentions, my brother, this is human nature, don't be surprised. 】

Morgan's smile was replaced by silence and a short response in the darkness.

"That's not malice, that's judgment."

[I know, but there is no difference in their eyes, right? 】

Conrad was silent, he did not answer every question of Morgan, just as he said: his purpose was just to visit the owner of this battleship, which was a necessary etiquette that even Midnight Ghost could not deny.

The Lord of the Second Legion caught the rustling sound of her brother preparing to leave, which made her frown invisible, and she spoke to the shadow next to the door.

[Why don’t you eat a little, Conrad. 】

[This is an invitation from the owner of the house. 】

"Thanks, but no."

A weak voice slowly came from the junction of light and shadow. Midnight Ghost's frighteningly beautiful face revealed a small part, and nodded solemnly to his blood relatives.

"Thank you for the invitation, but please forgive me for not being able to respond. I have already had dinner, just before this visit."

Morgan frowned.

【Where are you……】

Halfway through her words, the voice of the Lord of the Second Legion stopped abruptly, because she clearly saw the claws of a rodent creature that was constantly flapping around the mouth of Midnight Ghost.

"There is a very complete food chain in the bottom cabin of your battleship."

"If that's what you have: then I thank you for your hospitality."

Like sincere words, but also like a simple taunt, the breath of the midnight ghost completely disappeared with these words, leaving only the cold dishes and the leader of the second legion who was stunned on the spot. .

【……】

[...Ania. 】

"I am here."

[Call all the company commanders on the battleship to me! 】