Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Hahaha!"

"god?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Don't call your bluff with me, you pathetic, hateful beast of the warp."

In the endless void, in the miasma composed of countless twisted wills and terrifying wails, Magnus just showed the most contemptuous and indifferent smile.

"I have traveled to every tiny corner of this vast ocean. I have explored, learned and fought with my father. I have gone deep into the oldest and most dangerous kingdom for my legion. I understand this land, just as I understand my essence and power."

"God? Don't be kidding me. Even my most powerful father is not willing to bear such a title. How dare you, a pathetic little guy, dare to go so far?"

"Let me tell you, the guy who relies on his ancient identity and unknown deception to make a fool of himself..."

"I am Magnus, Son of the Emperor."

"I will never ask for mercy from anyone, and I will never give in to anyone!"

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"I say, guys, this situation brings back some bad memories."

"Do you remember what happened in the Byzantine world? Including later in Beatrice, and when we just returned to Prospero..."

Kozot's nagging voice floated in the team, which was annoying, but neither Ahriman, who had the highest rank, nor Atava, who was theoretically the team leader, had more energy to scold this somewhat neurotic teammate. .

Because what he was whispering was exactly what everyone in the team was thinking about. The Thousand Sons used quick sign language and silent actions to suppress some of the panic in their hearts: As the time in the subspace became longer and longer, Their muscles have already felt some weird excitement. Although this feeling has never happened before, they have heard it repeated by their former teammates: This inexplicable excitement in the muscles is the first step of the so-called "flesh and blood mutation" .

Mutations in flesh and blood are the eternal nightmare of the Thousand Sons Legion. Their fear of this spiritual disease is even to the point of being called fear: you know, it is almost impossible for the Astartes to be afraid.

"Do you remember Choate, and Ohmzord..."

"Quiet! Cozot!"

After mentioning Ahriman's dead brother, Cozot finally received the order. He did not speak any more, but the comrades around him could still feel some unnatural shaking in his muscles.

No one spoke anymore. They maintained the most basic battle formation and advanced in dead silence. Occasionally, the remains of some dead kingdoms and civilizations appeared around the team's field of vision. These were enough to interest the Thousand Sons. , but no one has the heart to explore them now.

Until a pyramid appeared in front of them, the Thousand Sons only felt that this floating building in mid-air looked too familiar, and then they realized: this was almost a replica of the magnificent great pyramids on Prospero. .

The descendants of Magnus looked at each other, but in the end, when Ahriman was the first to take the step, they chose to go in to find out.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Ahriman felt his arms begin to shake abnormally.

As they went deeper, human footsteps echoed for the first time inside this ancient building. With these footsteps, it was as if some mechanism was slowly restarted, and the scene inside the pyramid began to change. It was getting brighter and brighter, and even Astartes couldn't see everything clearly under this strong light.

Ahriman hesitated for a moment. Just when they were about to reach the central hall of the building, the extremely dazzling light finally made him order to evacuate. At the last moment of the evacuation, he chose to look towards the center of the hall. .

The captain of the Thousand Sons only saw a rapidly changing illusory scene: he saw a giant, surrounded by wizards and warriors, who held a large group of slaves to complete their magic circle. Ahriman only saw The giant's illusory soul floated away from his body along with spells and roars. He seemed to be fighting in a distant place. Every time a loud noise was heard, another group of slaves fell silently, until all the slaves fell. until the most violent sound came out, and the giant suddenly fell to his knees on the ground and began to cry in pain.

Ahriman wanted to see more clearly. He instinctively felt that the scene in front of him had something to do with him, but the most intense and dazzling light had already roared in. The Thousand Sons left the building in embarrassment. When they left the building in pain, When they slowly recovered from the stimulation of the bright light, they suddenly discovered that the pyramid had disappeared. At this time, a question also rang in Ahriman's ears.

"Wait... Where are the others, Kozot?"

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When Cozot woke up from the painful bright light stimulation, he heard the sound of his father arguing with something unknowingly in his ears.

【bluff? 】

[What a good word to describe yourself, Magnus from Prospero, it seems that you have really completely deceived yourself, forgetting what kind of transactions and choices you have made. 】

[You once drank poison to quench your thirst, borrowed power from others that did not belong to you, and then completed a series of feats that you thought were done by you alone, and that was it. 】

[You are a doll given life and vitality by an invisible master. Even now you are dancing joyfully to the tune of others. 】

[You have faced a terrible fate that your meager strength cannot resist. You cannot defeat it. You can only be a loser. So you asked for help, you prayed, and you sold your own future and that of countless others. , throw them into the deepest pond, just to see the ripples in that moment, which can make your soul feel the most vain short-term salvation. 】

Magnus' face was livid, as if he remembered something, but in the end he shook his head.

"Don't try to bewitch me, you pathetic monster. I will never run away from any challenge or possibility of failure like a coward. I will only fight against them like the calmest warrior."

"As I told my descendants."

Magnus raised his head and looked at the twisted creature in front of him who was talking shamelessly, and faced its lies with the most contemptuous tone and gesture.

"I have gone deep into the farthest corner of the vast ocean. I have fought against monsters a hundred times more powerful than you. I have explored the kingdom of destiny, tore apart the layers of obstacles there, and found and reshaped the foundation of my legion. Destiny makes each of my descendants the master of their own destiny."

"Your words are weak and your illusions are extremely pathetic. Do you think you can sway my will through these disgusting appearances and mysterious words?"

"Let me tell you, I have ever destroyed the most powerful psychic monster, more powerful than you can imagine. Now, you little brat, get out of here! I have more important things to do, no Time pulls at you.”

Magnus's tough words echoed in a dead space, and what answered him was laughter. It was a weird, diverse collection of laughter, including the bored audience's perfunctory prevarication of the stiff performance, and the The sharp teacher's mockery of bad works includes long howls, screams, and a tragic chorus of thousands of souls wailing together.

Along with this evil smile, Cozot on the side only felt that his muscles were getting more and more sore and painful, as if some invisible monster was pulling him. He hurriedly ran towards his genetic father, hoping to find Help and provide support.

Magnus frowned. He watched the twisted creation in front of him change its shape, from the eyeball that kept spitting out human words, to a huge pure green human face, a mass of various long snakes. It consists of twisted balls of flesh, and other creatures that cannot even be described in words. Every second it is changing into shapes that can exceed Magnus' thinking.

In the end, it became a snake, a snake that kept crawling.

With the movement of the basilisk's thoughts, Cozot was dragged in front of Magnus.

[Are you willing to take responsibility for your words, Magnus from Prospero? 】

[Even if...it costs the life of your heir? 】

Magnus first cast his gaze and comforted his offspring, and then he began to try to pull his offspring out of the monster's control, which quickly failed.

He had to start thinking about this bet, and he nodded without thinking for too long.

"certainly."

Magnus agreed easily.

Then, the laughter sounded again.

【Let’s wait and see...】

Along with this whisper, Cozot suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body: he first felt the scalding heat coming from his body, and this unknown internal fire swept through his body in the blink of an eye, and then, before he could When poor Qianzi got used to the heat wave, he felt the surging power.

Power, endless power, power not controlled by his will, they appeared spontaneously from his arms and calves, twisting the bones and muscles of Qianzi unscrupulously, like twisting a dusty carpet .

"Father……"

Kozot instinctively stretched out his hand, desperately begging Magnus for help, but the original gene was already standing there like a lightning strike. He looked at the scene in front of him in shock, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Because his heir has long since changed: what he sees now is an abominable monster. Cozot's head has been completely split and divided into four large petals, each petal is covered with The fangs and dense serrations constantly revealed the various organs and blood in the Thousand Sons' body. Some were owned by him, and some grew out of his throat almost out of thin air. Magnus could even pass through the almost completely split With his head, he saw how the deformed pieces of flesh grew in Cozot's throat.

Qianzi's eyes had completely protruded. They were hardly eyes anymore, but pure black eyes wrapped in blood tendons. They swelled as if blown by air until they were as big as balloons, constantly moving toward the horse. Gnus moved forward, but was delayed by the entangled blood tendons. He fell to the ground, and then he would get up again, and the cycle started over and over again.

"Father--"

Kozot roared in pain. He had grown no less than twenty mouths, and they were all making helpless shouts and hateful roars, and some were just making meaningless beast-like roars. This poor man The warrior's muscles dissolved as early as the first moment, and his flesh, bones, and tendons were mixed together as if they were thrown into a juicer, forming a sticky, semi-liquid, semi-solid substance. After breaking away from the armor, he moved towards Magnus little by little, holding the head that was divided into four parts.

As it moved, twenty mouths shouted.

"Father!"

Magnus shivered, and the murmur of laughter reached his ears.

[Now, can you remember? 】

[Now, can you admit it? 】

[Have you faced your past, your sorrow, and your meaningless struggle? 】

[Magnus from Prospero, Magnus from Terra. 】

【let me tell you. 】

[You once despaired, you once wailed, you once gave up on yourself in the face of the great will of power and change, helpless like a beast that has lost its head and wisdom, you once crawled to this country, came to me, you once Ask me for help, plead with me, hope for even the most unfair transaction. 】

[And I agreed. 】

[Yes, it was me, Magnus from Prospero, who helped you "save" your legions. 】

[But now, I want to take back this grace. 】