Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Refined promethium, chain sword, high-pressure water gun, power gloves, animal trap, precision gravity hammer, high-pressure steam sterilization boiler, and the heaviest chain, plus a few boxes of loyal plasma, and three people A generous portion of porcelain steel bibimbap and amino oatmeal. 】

[Go prepare these things I just mentioned, Rana,]

"Understood, my lord... Do you want to prepare for a battle?"

【fighting? No, no, no, Rana, I'm just going to give someone a bath. 】

[Go and execute it. 】

"...Understood, sir."

As the Chief of the Old Guard stood quietly in the darkness he might never set foot again in his life, his only thought was to try to forget the scene before him.

The Lord of the Second Legion dragged her blood brother, whose life and death were unknown, and slowly walked past her heir. She had a beautiful face and neat clothes, and there was no trace of the fact that she had just experienced a fight between the Primarchs. Bloody Fight: However, her pupils were still filled with a fierce light that could make the Astartes warriors feel scared.

The Spider Queen used hundreds of steel bars to trap and pull her brother, and gave tasks to the twenty guards present: prepare toiletries, call for repairs to the battle venue, and find her. The lost weapon, and the most important thing: to repel every outsider who appears in her path.

Although accompanied by his crazy words, the status of Midnight Ghost in Morgan's heart is comparable to that of Mortarion, but in her subconscious, the Lord of the Second Legion still follows a common sense: no matter what, Curze is a Primarch, and his current miserable appearance must not be seen by more outsiders.

It goes without saying that the reason for this is true.

The old guards took the order and left one after another, but before leaving, Rana still looked back in confusion. Unlike his battle brothers, the chief guard had a natural question in his heart.

Why does his genetic mother always avoid using psychic powers in all aspects and matters related to Midnight Ghost? This is not in line with her usual style: although the Lord of the Second Legion does not abuse psychic powers much, But she will never refuse to use this ability. In fact, many Dawnbreakers are more accustomed to being summoned by the voice in their head than the communicator.

Lana was confused, but he knew that he had no right to think too much. Turning his head, he began to think of ways to collect the things requested by the Mother of Genes, and tried hard not to guess what these things had to do with [bathing]. .

The Gene Queen had no time to pay attention to the psychological problems of her children at this time. As this farce-like death battle came to an end, although her body was not hurt any more, Morgan felt a kind of fatigue: a kind of exhaustion. Mental fatigue.

Although he had already adapted to living in a family with abundant species, Morgan's brain was still confused by the intuitive and intense feeling of the "uniqueness" of his blood brothers. The Midnight Ghost threw the battleship from the two extremes and jumped left and right.

And this is not what makes Morgan feel the worst: in the real close contact with Conrad, a fact that was originally vague and deliberately ignored by her has now been fully evidenced. in front of her.

She had to think about a question: Her genetic father, who treated his children as well as Perturabo, was more considerate than Leon Jonson, and had the same mobility as Magnus, would he really give her a complete feeling? A harmless force?

The psychic power that she has always trusted and relied on. She has always been able to easily spy on countless minds and reverse countless cognitions. She is almost born with and proficient in the [Thousand People and Thousand Faces]. She is really a A free gift?

If it did come at a price: and it had never been on her mind before, what would that price be? And is it within her tolerance?

Morgan walked quickly in the empty corridor, dragging Conrad with one hand and covering her forehead with the other, frowning at this sudden question: she had already deceived herself into ignoring this hidden danger until the Midnight Ghost. The arrival tore it all apart.

Conrad Coates, what he brought...

The Spider Queen murmured to herself. With the help of her private elevator, she quickly returned to her lounge. Before she even opened the door, she felt a rush of hot steam on her face: her maid had obviously finished the job alone. Most of the preparation work now only needs to put the midnight ghost into the pot... and put it in.

Morgan pushed the door open and walked into the living room that was temporarily transformed into a bathroom. She waited for about twenty minutes for all the toiletries to arrive one by one, and then reluctantly threw the Midnight Ghost into the prepared bathroom. After sterilizing the boiler with high-pressure steam, the Primarch and her maid could not help but look at each other.

Morgan spoke first.

[In general, we should wash his vital areas first, and then we can clean other places at will. 】

"That's right, sir."

[But who should come? It always feels a little inappropriate to let Astartes or mortals do this. 】

"……you?"

[You are pushing me into the fire pit, Anya, how about you come? 】

"You just have the heart to push me into the fire pit."

【……】

[Well, I think we may need a character who is more... free of inhibitions. 】

[Fortunately, I happen to know such a person. 】

——————

"I heard that you were looking for me, Mr. Morgan?"

At the invitation of the Primarch, Sergeant Trazin opened the door. The Necron Overlord looked around casually, and then quickly locked the position of the Spider Queen.

No way, after all, a bathhouse filled with chainswords, bear traps, heavy chains, and finely crafted power hammers? Still very conspicuous.

The leader of the second legion and her maid had already put on full protective clothing. They complained softly while changing the third batch of dirty pool water: Midnight Ghost was like a bucket of extremely efficient mud. , no matter how much water is put in, it will quickly turn into a pot of smelly soup.

After seeing Sergeant Trazin finally arrive, the Primarch's brows relaxed significantly, and she smiled at the Necron Overlord, which made Trazin feel a certain shudder.

[Your Excellency Trazin. 】

"……I am here?"

[Are you interested in personal contact with a Primarch? 】

——————

Trazin came with great expectations.

Trazin left filled with sadness.

Fortunately, he did not arrive empty-handed. At least the set of porcelain steel bibimbap and amino oatmeal for three people was in line with the Primarch's perception of the rewards of corvee: a serving of less than one Terra standard. The conscription was exchanged for excessive rations. Isn't this very fair and just?

Of course, the Necron Overlord doesn't care about these things: he is just thinking hard about where to change a body: this one is absolutely unusable.

During the indescribable hour that Sergeant Trazin experienced, the Genetic Primeval completed other preparations with her maid. After the existential heart sadly left with lunch in hand, Morgan and her Virgo had already replaced the midnight ghost with brand new [special effects bath water].

"……grown ups."

"Are you sure you want to use promethium instead of regular bath water?"

[They have unique miraculous effects on sterilization, don’t they? 】

(Insert interpretation: Promethium is a conventional energy source in the Warhammer universe and can be used in many ways, the most representative of which is undoubtedly the Battle Sister's... flamethrower)

"Then I can only hope they won't have any miraculous effect on the Primarch."

[Relax, my little maid, promethium is not only the opening song of the bonfire party, it also has many uses. Refined promethium can even be used as a drink for mortals: so my dear brother will only feel 100 million points of skin effects at most. A burning sensation, that's all. 】

"But I think he would still...have a little problem with it."

[It doesn’t matter, my blood brothers are all rational people who can have a good chat, even Conrad: Although he will be a little dissatisfied with promethium, once I propose to replace the promethium with the plasma at my feet, He will feel that promethium is actually a very good choice. 】

"...very reasonable."

While the master and the servant were talking, they neatly tied up the midnight ghost who was lying down until only a strip of the final realm was left, and then threw it into a high-pressure steam sterilization boiler burning refined promethium. The top of the pot is comparable to a poison blade tank, tightly covered by the psychic power of the Lord of the Second Legion, and this boiler originated from the mechanical priests of Ryza lived up to expectations, and the temperature quickly exceeded the temperature for For the Primarch, it was a hundred degrees of water.

The pale body of the Midnight Ghost rolled and boiled with the bubbles of refined promethium in the closed boiler, making a gurgling sound like a carp being simmered in an iron pot, while the Primarch and her maid stood aside While observing the progress of this luxurious sauna, he was busy with his own affairs.

During this period, the Spider Queen once again thought of the topic that had just given her a headache. She put down her half-modified power fist gloves and looked at Virgo.

【Ania. 】

"I'm here, my lord."

Virgo responded while filling the high-pressure water gun with refined promethium. Her petite body was shrouded in a fat protective suit, like a teddy bear standing up staggeringly.

[Have I recorded anything about thousands of people and faces in your memory storage? 】

"Once, my lord, but that was a long time ago."

【when? 】

"This is one of the first pieces of data you sent to me: Given the character of the Lord of Humanity, if Thousands of People and Thousand Faces is really the ability gifted by him, how can it be so free?"

[In other words, I have actually been aware of this problem for a long time, but I have been avoiding or ignoring it, until now it hit me in the face again. 】

"Perhaps so, my lord."

"Perhaps your alertness is fading."

【How to say? 】

"In the very beginning, in the memories you instilled in me, you were surrounded by dangerous or troublesome people, and there were very few individuals worthy of a little trust. You must always maintain a high degree of rationality and ruthlessness. Like a small carnivorous beast in a dense jungle.”

"But now, the situation has changed: you are surrounded by your descendants and warriors, who have indescribable fanaticism and admiration for you, and this kind of following and strength brings a sense of security: it also makes You lose the perils of walking on thin ice.”

[Do you think I have degraded? 】

"It's not a regression, my lord: as you once told me, every life is actually a scoundrel pursuing laziness. They will unconsciously stay in the false beauty until the cold wind of reality blows them. face, forcing them to make more changes.”

Morgan was silent for a moment.

[I did say so, my Aniya. 】

"So, sir, do you think there is something wrong?"

[There is indeed a problem, but I am not sure where it is yet. I can only make a general summary and elimination: First of all, the ability given to me by my genetic father allows me to unilaterally submit to the spiritual realm. The power that almost anyone can take away from us is never free. 】

"It is true, my lord: the Emperor does not love you that much."

【……】

【yes. 】

"So you think: Since you can see anyone's heart and become the desire in anyone's heart, what price will you pay in the process?"

[This is a very reasonable thing, but I still don’t know: What did I pay in the process? 】

[Before meeting Curze, everything seemed costless. 】

"Is there something wrong with Curze, my lord?"

[Do you know why I didn’t use psychic powers easily in the confrontation with Curze: Because I saw his soul at the first sight, as well as the madness and collapse in his bones, his heart and the sea of ​​​​thinking have long been It's already a festering storm, and I can't imagine what kind of reaction it will have on my psychic abilities once I'm tainted with that kind of madness. 】

[Conrad is a walking eye of a typhoon, and everyone who comes close to him will be involuntarily involved and tainted by his madness and despair: But the worst thing is that I find that I seem to be particularly contaminated. . 】

[Conrad's despair seemed to affect me most acutely. 】

[Or maybe there is some flaw or weakness in me that makes this backlash so obvious that it can even affect me personally. 】

[I clearly noticed that just by thinking about some things about the midnight ghost, my soul and heart were unconsciously becoming impulsive and crazy, becoming just like the filthy and filthy mess in Conrad's eyes. pain. 】

[I am becoming arrogant, paranoid and insistent, becoming like a non-existent shadow in Conrad's heart, a disgusting reflection that praises law and order. 】

"So, you suspect that this matter is related to your ability?"

[After all, so far, this ability has not cost me anything: this is really unreasonable. I once optimistically guessed that this was because of my good luck. 】

[Until I saw Magnus, who was also very lucky...]

"..."

"I understand, my lord."

[Did I also record Magnus’s name in your memory sequence? 】

"Idiot, idiot, incurable, part of the value extracted, part of the value still to be extracted, worthy of attention as Shield One, the primarch of Ahriman."

"Is there anything that needs to be modified, sir?"

【not needed for now. 】

"Understood, my lord."

Virgo nodded, and at this moment, the master and servant heard the whistle of the pressure cooker behind them at the same time.

[Go on, Anya, take your long bear trap and clamp it around his neck to stop him from moving around. 】

"Understood, my lord."

"What about you?"

【I am responsible for rubbing the mud. 】

"But we didn't bring bath towels."

[I don’t have a bath towel that can deal with these heavy-weight situations, so...]

The leader of the second legion slowly picked up the fruits of his labor.

[I used a power fist glove to transform a new bath towel, so I’ll make do with it: I’m not the one who’s in pain anyway. 】

"A decision of genius, my lord."

[But you have to wait a moment. 】

Holding down the maid who was about to move forward, the leader of the second legion first picked up the finely crafted power hammer on the side, steady her pace, and slowly came to the constantly steaming sterilization boiler. She took a deep breath, and then Calling for spiritual energy, he removed the heavy top cover.

"Morgan!!!!!!"

The top cover only revealed the smallest gap, and a red figure covered with chains rushed out from inside: The Midnight Ghost's skin had been boiled red, but it was still far less than his furious eyes. He bared his teeth and looked at the Lord of the Second Legion with a look that was enough to kill this Nostramo.

"you……"

"boom!"

Before she finished speaking, the Spider Queen raised her power hammer, exerted all her strength, and hit the Midnight Ghost in the face without hesitation.

The next moment, the furious Nostramo God of Killing once again fell into the boiling refined promethium. The gurgling sound and bubbles sounded again at the place where he fell, responding to the Spider Queen's slow soliloquy. .

【Sorry. 】

[I have no idea to continue chatting with you yet. 】

Then, Morgan turned his head and smiled at his little maid.

[Okay, let's get started. 】

Virgo nodded and grabbed the bear trap and the high-pressure water gun with two hands.

"Where to begin, my lord?"

[Let’s start with his legs. Remember to break them first. 】

"Understood, do you want to use a chainsword?"

[…No, let’s use a hammer. 】

——————

At the door, two old guardsmen on duty were looking at each other.

"Did you hear anything?"

"I heard it, you too?"

"Are the trees being sawed inside?"

"I feel like we're doing demolition."

"...Sounds like a power drill."

"Like a blender."

"Yeah...listen, I seem to have heard the screams of wild boars and Grox beasts."

——————

When the Midnight Ghost woke up from the coma again, he was hung above the boiler. His whole body was covered with red skin and dirt that had not completely faded away, and a kind of pain all over his body was really felt in the next moment. He groaned involuntarily.

He blinked, the Primarch's gift allowing him to remember everything in an instant.

Then, there was a scream.

"Mogululugululu..."

Five meters away, Virgo held up his high-pressure water gun with a dull expression, and unleashed a torrent of promethium at the midnight ghost hanging in the air. A large amount of refined promethium was released into Coze's body. in his throat, until his scream became a desperate cough.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Sterilize, kill oral bacteria."

Virgo blinked, her innocent face was like a baby just born.

"You fucking gurgling gurgling gurgling..."

Virgo has no interest in listening to these dirty words. After all, she is still a real child. She is the same age as her master, and is only nineteen years and more than one hundred months old.

However, the hatred-filled pupils of the Midnight Ghost were too eye-catching, so after Virgo blinked uneasily, she made a resolute decision...

Increase the dose.

Until the entire face of Midnight Ghost was flooded by a steady stream of refined promethium.

"Looking much more handsome now."

Ania hummed softly and completed this round of flushing. Seeing this, the Spider Queen who was resting on the side pressed the switch, allowing the midnight ghost to be captured by gravity again and smashed into the boiling sea of ​​promethium in the boiler. , and before Conrad could emerge from it, the bear trap in Virgo's hand had already grasped his throat with great skill and pinned him inside.

Morgan stepped into the boiler. In her palm was the tattered power bath towel. The Spider Queen did not close the hood of the protective suit, because the long labor and the closed environment had made her sweat profusely. , every inch of hair was stuck to the cheeks and neck with sweat, and the originally pale face was now like a frost-colored peach full of dew.

[During the period when you slept happily, we have groomed you three times from head to toe. My dear parasite brother, the combined amount of refined promethium used on you can drown a leopard. Manruth added a Jaghatai Khan. 】

"!!!"

Midnight Ghost didn't seem to want to accept the kindness from his blood relatives. Although he was trapped at the bottom of the Promethium Pool by tons of chains and ruthless traps, the sound of the clattering chains still told a thousand words in his heart. Thousands of words.

Morgan raised her brows. She waited patiently for a while: and soon lost her last patience. What a joke, she had been washing for several hours, and she felt tired both physically and mentally. She had no time to do it now. Wait for this Nostramo lunatic to calm down on his own.

then……

Great Silence Technique: Seiko Power Hammer!

"grown ups."

Virgo suddenly spoke.

"He seemed to be trying to say something: seemed like something normal."

【……】

[Get him out. 】

Virgo nodded, and with the sound of water curtains falling and the desperate choking and coughing of the Midnight Ghost, the Lord of the Second Legion looked at his blood relatives indifferently.

【what you want to say? 】

"Cough cough cough..."

The Midnight Ghost coughed violently, his resentful eyes fixed on Morgan, and the smooth skin he felt when his neck rubbed against his collarbone made him feel uneasy like a frightened beast. In the end, this man's skin turned red. The guy gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the urge to spit out bad words. Instead, after thinking briefly, he asked a question.

"Who did you learn that move from?"

【...Which one? 】

Morgan narrowed her eyes, her face looking more like knowing sarcasm than confusion.

"Don't pretend to be stupid! It's just... that move that turned the tide of the battle..."

"Where did you learn that?"

[You wouldn’t think that this kind of obscenity is a specialty of Nostramo: it’s really the unique love of hometown’s top products. 】

"answer my question!"

【Alright alright. 】

The Spider Queen responded casually, and then took about a second to think about the answer: she seemed to be born with this move, and she seemed to have learned this despicable combat while fighting her friends from the Dark Eldar. Skills.

Of course, these two points are absolutely unacceptable: after all, how could the radiant Queen of Avalon be a born bad ruffian and a friend of an alien?

So……

…

【Jonson. 】

【I learned it from him. 】

"……who?"

[Jonson, the founder of the Caliban swordsmanship school, no one in the galaxy is more proficient in moves like this than him. 】

"..."

Midnight Ghost blinked his eyes. He looked dubious about the answer, but the flickering clarity in his pupils invisibly established his precious first impression of the Lord of Dark Angels.

But soon, this understanding was replaced by a new kind of fear.

"you……"

"What are you doing with that thing!"

【nothing. 】

Morgan's smile was without sincerity. She raised the chain sword lightly and slowly activated those deadly saw teeth. Amidst their whistling and flashing, the Lord of the Second Legion became more and more reasonable.

【You can live with your hair. 】

【but I can not. 】

"..."

#KOZ Scream#

"Fuck you! Stay the fuck away from me! Don't come over here!"

[Aniya, hold him down. 】

#The Bound Curze Scream#

#KOZ Screams who were choked by water#

#Koz screams as he is continuously beaten by a high-pressure water cannon#

[Hey, you should have cut your hair long ago, but since your hair is too old and rock-solid, ordinary trimming methods are no longer effective. 】

[We had to take a somewhat unconventional approach. 】

[But don’t worry, I am kind enough to give you two choices. 】

[First option, I can burn the melanin in your hair and replace it with a better and more beautiful color: maybe you would like silver hair or shiny pink hair? 】

"...Two! I choose two!"

[…You haven’t even heard what the second option is? 】

"Fuck you! Leave me alone! I told you I'd choose two!"

【……】

【All right. 】

…

…

【Hope you like bald head. 】