Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I remember you drawing your sword on the Primarch?"

"Yes, twice, but that was a long time ago."

"Who are they?"

"That's not important. The important thing is that the first time I only lasted three minutes, and the second time it was five minutes, but they were both undeniable defeats: not a deadlock like me and Acudona. It’s a failure, but a real failure with no hope at all.”

The commander of the second company of the Dawnbreaker Legion was gasping for air. His team was the first reinforcement to arrive at the scene of the incident after hearing the explosion.

The continuous mechanisms along the way more or less hindered their progress, but after putting aside those comrades who could not escape for the time being, more than thirty elites of the Second Army successfully arrived at the former place within one minute. Before the Primarch's private lounge.

And the reason why it is said "once" is because the place at this time is already in a mess, and there is no trace of elegance and solemnity at all. Only the billowing smoke of gunpowder obscures the corridor, allowing every Dawnbreaker to witness such a scene. His face turned gloomy.

In the faint smoke and dust, everyone could see that the wall of the original body's private room had been violently broken into a large hole, as if it had been smashed by some arrogant fire punch. Several people who were left guarding the door The Old Guards had been knocked unconscious, but luckily they were not affected.

The pace of destruction did not stop there. The long corridor in front of the original body's private room and many exquisite bedrooms were also affected, and turned into collapsed ruins. In this way, at the core of the Glory Queen-class battleship, the A road emerged from the wasteland, leading to an unknown area at the end of the field of vision. The faint sound of explosions could still be heard echoing.

The faces of the sons of Morgan were extremely bad. They looked at each other, and under Bayar's order, a few people were left to take care of the fainting battle brothers, while the rest followed the wasteland road, Keep moving forward, eager to find and capture the murderer, the bastard who destroyed the home of their genetic mother and brought shame to the entire Second Legion.

They had no hesitation: even though they had already guessed what kind of monster the murderer would be.

…

"She really made a monster."

The Midnight Ghost breathed heavily, climbing into the shadows that were the only thing that could make him feel safe. He took the time to breathe and adjust his fragmented plans and thoughts.

At this time, the King of Night was already far away from his mission goal. Because of a factor that he didn't care about at all, his entire plan had been completely overturned, and even he himself was embarrassed.

His dark blue armor was smoking, from head to toe. It was the result of him being accidentally passed by an energy beam. The bumps on his shoulder armor and cape, as well as the dents on his long black hair, The fire marks like moths silently told what kind of terrifying and ruthless firepower network he had to face: the kind that even the Primarch had to temporarily avoid the edge.

Midnight Ghost had never systematically studied the empire's war system, but his talent as a Primarch was enough for him to recognize what Morgan's creation had just pulled out to deal with him.

Gauss cannon, linear particle cannon, electromagnetic accelerator cannon, plasma torrent, volcano cannon, storm blaster, honeycomb missile...

Who knows what he just went through.

The inhuman creature simply chased his figure, and then poured firepower wantonly into every shadow where the Primarch might exist: thus, the Midnight Ghost was forcibly forced out of Morgan's room, and had to stay in the room. Hide in the empty corridor XZ.

He was not fast enough to avoid the constant psychic radar, and the armor on his body was only of a simple type, unable to block the continuous firepower frenzy. The King of the Night had to retreat again to avoid a series of hives aimed at him. When the missile hit him, he knew that he had lost the opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth, because the most critical minutes were wasted like this.

Conrad knew that he actually had no choice: as long as he didn't hide in the empty corridor, but instead ran into rooms filled with people, he would be able to quickly shake off the firepower and make the enemy suffer. The pursuer behind him threw a rat weapon.

But such an idea only appeared in the heart of Midnight Ghost for a moment, and was spurned by a certain bottom line in his soul. It was completely turned into ashes and turned into evil that the current King of Night would never use. OK.

Curze rolled back and quickly dodged a burst of hot plasma: after the initial bombardment, he could clearly feel that the pursuer's firepower was becoming sparse, although he was not sure whether it was a trap. , but Midnight Ghost keenly found an opportunity.

After inducing the next round of offensive to smash through the wall behind him, Conrad dodged and jumped into the complex ventilation ducts in the wall. This was his kingdom, and it was also a mist that Morgan's creations could not pry into. field.

"...like a mouse."

Hundreds of meters away, Virgo couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She stopped her firepower projection for the first time, and while mobilizing the energy from other parts of her body to her back, she raised her head, preparing for another detection.

But just after this short pause, changes occurred: the high wall behind Morgan's maid suddenly collapsed, the high hanging ceiling was destroyed by pure violence, and the midnight ghost sprang out from it like a dark cannonball. The broken claws exuded a frightening light.

"!"

Virgo reacted quickly. She turned around and mercilessly split the attacker's long hair horizontally with the giant ax in her hand, but the Midnight Ghost was faster than her: before the first ray of edge arrived, the King of Night The two claws that were already ready to attack accurately grasped the wings of fire on both sides of Morgan's creation. Relying on the innate brute force of the Primarch, Conrad only showed the smallest smile, and then The deadliest fire hub was pulled out abruptly, revealing the tangled cables crackling inside.

Virgo, who had long lost her pain-sensing nerves, only had a cold face. Her giant ax failed in the face of the midnight ghost's agility, but still left a ferocious horizontal scar on the chest of the damaged armor.

"Stay out of the way."

The King of Night smiled indifferently. He easily grabbed the giant ax and pulled it over, leaving only the crisp sound of Virgo's two thin arms being dislocated. Then, he held the ax in his hand. The sharp weapon lightly used the handle of the ax to hit Maid Morgan's neck. This powerful blow caused Virgo to hit the wall heavily, and then fell down weakly, falling into a chaotic stage where she was temporarily unable to move. .

Vaguely, Midnight Ghost could feel the psychic shield protecting Virgo's head: but in the face of the brute force of the Primarch, these protection methods were obviously not enough.

Midnight Ghost suppressed his smile. He took a serious look at the little guy who ruined his plan. After confirming that the dark cloud of death did not hang over her head, Conrad withdrew his gaze and took a second. Come and consider whether you should seize the time to complete the goal that has been delayed for too long.

But soon another sound helped him end his thoughts: the sound of silent but solemn footsteps, closely following a person who interested the Primarch.

…

Bayar rushed through the corner of the corridor, and his first move was to determine the current location of the target, as well as the surrounding environment and available terrain advantages.

A relatively narrow corridor, a pure one-way passage, far away from the noisy area, and there are no signs of traps for the time being: if it is to be used to hinder a Primarch, then this is really the best place.

His eyes quickly glanced at Virgo who fell at the feet of the Primarch, but he had no more time to mourn for her. The almost two hundred year old Terran veteran just ordered everyone in the lowest voice to provide firepower here. support and then asked a question.

"How long will it take for the Primarch?"

"About...three minutes."

Bayar nodded without any hesitation in his answer.

"I know, then leave it to me."

Then, he took a deep breath, grasped his two swords, one long and one short, and walked into the shadow of the corridor, walking into the midnight ghost who looked at him with interest.

He looked at the monster, the culprit who caused all this, the person who could kill him countless times in three minutes, and slowly lowered his body and tightened his grip on the weapon.

"Please advise, Your Excellency."

——————

"Where is he! My brother who caused great trouble! Where is he!"

Before the light of the psychic teleportation circle had time to converge into a real entity, the fully armed Lord of Macragge rushed across the border between reality and illusion without hesitation, stepping on the ruins of the flagship of the Second Legion. among.

Behind him, the gloomy-looking Spider Queen, as well as the best warriors of the two original bodyguards of the Astartes Legion, poured out like fallen leaves in the dense forest. Auguston and Rana were Their leaders, two mighty warriors, had their weapons loaded and ready to fire on anyone, even if the target was another noble Primarch.

Without anyone's guidance at all, when Guilliman saw the road of ruins spreading on one side, he disappeared in front of everyone like a whirlwind. Only the Lord of the Second Legion, who also exuded terrifying pressure, could follow. On his angry footsteps.

Like a jackal stalking his prey, the Lord of Ultramar quickly found Bayar, who was surrounded by battle brothers and looked seriously injured. There was a pool of blood at the feet of the chief swordsman of the Second Legion, except for him His own, and those belonging to another Primarch, spread all the way to the distance.

Morgan walked up to Bayar, put his hand on his chest, and used silent spiritual energy to repair his hideous wounds: the claws of the midnight ghost pierced Bayar's chest, but it was not enough to take away His life.

Dawnbreaker coughed heavily.

"One of my swords remained in his chest, my lord."

【……】

[I know, well done. 】

Looking at the blood relatives who squatted down to heal the heir and the maid one after another, Guilliman waited in silence for a while, then raised his head and gave orders to the heir who kept coming behind him.

"You stay here, Morgan and I will go and bring back our brother who has made a big mistake and make him realize how ridiculous his behavior is: everyone stays here, no one is allowed to interfere anymore, this is Things between the primarchs!”

Anger radiated from the Lord of Ultramar like a heat haze. No one dared to disobey his orders. After waiting politely for Morgan to heal the injured, Guilliman nodded and used his eyes to He calmed down the worried eyes of his descendants and continued to follow the blood of the midnight ghost with great strides.

Morgan followed him, and neither of the two Primarchs spoke, nor did they move more quickly: they could all sense most clearly that Conrad did not escape, he was staying in a dark hall not far away. Among them, waiting for their arrival, all the light around him had been destroyed by the midnight ghost, making it a kingdom he was familiar with.

The Lord of the Ultramarines kicked open the door. His rage was an invisible torch burning in the darkness, shaking the entire palace with his roar.

"Conrad-Curze!"

"Stand up for me! Face me!"

"..."

There was laughter in the air, and the sound came from the other side of the hall. It was like the rustling of scales of a python when it brushed through the withered leaves. It was chilling.

"I can hear you, bro."

"You don't need to make such a fuss."

The Lord of the Ultramarines gritted his teeth. In the darkness, he saw his crazy blood brother clearly for the first time: Conrad was entrenched on a high platform, his slender and thin body covered in tatters. Wrapped in armor, it looks like a weathered evil sculpture. The sparse black hair hangs down on the shoulders, and the curves that have been burned by the high temperature can be clearly seen.

Midnight Ghost was raising one of his exaggeratedly long blood-stained claws, and was constantly fidgeting with his chest: there was a hideous wound there, consisting of a heavy horizontal ax mark and a piercing primarch. It was created by the thin blade on his chest. The Night King was pulling out the blade nonchalantly. The blood left behind even made the furious Guilliman feel his scalp numb.

His brother... what kind of person is he?

Conrad ignored him. He just tilted his head, smiled at the silent Lord of the Second Legion behind Guilliman, and fiddled with the pulled blade in a show-off manner.

"Your son wants to kill me."

Midnight Ghost's voice was hoarse, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.

"He almost did it: I couldn't dodge this sword, its edge was very close to my heart, and it almost made me kiss myself to death, but even so, I didn't really of Kill Him: Maybe you should give me a compliment?"

The King of Night's laughter was like the wings of a black crow reporting mourning, and the only answer he received was the face of the Spider Queen that showed no change. Morgan slowly closed the door of the palace, allowing the three Primarchs to become the only witnesses to each other. people.

Perhaps only the greatest psykers can see clearly what the Spider Queen looks like now: Morgan is very quiet, very quiet. She doesn't seem to have any intention of intervening. She stands there, so quiet that even the three arrogant thoughts in her heart are... Will, they unconsciously lowered their sense of existence and fell into silence together.

Maybe, she is dangerous.

Guilliman clenched his dagger and walked firmly towards Midnight Ghost, who also put on the broken claws and slowly greeted his brother. They were opposite each other in the center of the hall, on their respective soldiers. Behind the scenes of the blade, he looked at the faces of his blood relatives.

Every facial muscle of the Lord of Ultramar was twitching. He seemed to be shocked by the appearance of his brother. However, in the face of the most simple blood relationship, with the last glimmer of hope, Guilliman whispered Open your mouth.

"Do you know what you are doing, Konrad Curze? You almost lost the possibility of making up for all this, and you almost became a real sinner."

The words of the Lord of the Ultramarines were truly from the bottom of his heart, and what answered him was the deep darkness in the eyes of the Midnight Ghost that could make anyone feel suffocated.

"Of course I do, Guilliman, of course I know what I'm doing."

"I can even tell you: If the timing wasn't right, I originally planned to carry out this action against Macragge. I wanted to visit your home, and I wanted to visit the monster who raised you."

"What did you call her? Mom?"

"..."

"You bastard!!!!"

Calm down the fuck!

Fuck you bro!

Fuck Conrad-Curze!

The raging anger broke through Guilliman's weak wall of reason in an instant. The Lord of Macragge let out a roar that made Morgan look at him. In the midst of his angry advance and retreat, he waved The sword struck at his blood relative who deserved death.

Midnight Ghost laughed morbidly. He did not dodge, but faced Guilliman's violent storm head-on, fighting with Macragge's dagger with his broken steel claws.

"Come on, brother! Come and kill me!"

In the darkness, the two sons of the Emperor fought together like a storm biting each other, using unimaginable speed, determination and strength, trying to cut off each other's arms, legs and feet, and suppress each other. His head and spine knocked his brother to the ground.

They collided, beat, and completed an invisible duel with steel and muscles. They traveled through most of the hall in an instant. The short swords and sharp claws scratched dazzling sparks in the darkness. Just the afterglow of the confrontation was enough to stir up a storm. , killing any warrior who dares to come close.

"Conrad-Curze!"

Guilliman panted and waved his short sword. Various standardized moves and techniques had become like blood in his veins, becoming instincts in his movements. The cruel edge turned into an airtight snare in the darkness. , continuously leaving scars symbolizing superiority on the Midnight Ghost's armor, defeating the King of Night in a head-on confrontation.

"You monster! Bastard! Bastard!"

The Lord of the Ultramarines had blue veins on his forehead. He tried to curse his brother in the most vicious words, but in his anger, he found that he could not utter those inelegant words at all. Instead, the midnight ghost continued to Even as he flinched, he maintained an enchanting laugh, and a few words from Nostramo were enough to arouse the nausea and vomiting in Guilliman's heart.

Finally, Guilliman gritted his teeth and used a heavy swing to temporarily repel Konrad. When the latter got up, the trembling Lord of the Ultramarines pointed at his brother and let out an indignant cry. Accusation.

"Conrad of Nostramo! Do you know what you have done! You are provoking a dispute between the two legions! You are casting the most terrifying cloud over our heads! You are setting off your An uncontrollable wave!”

"If our blood relative Morgan hadn't been so calm and rational, able to remain calm in the sudden chaos, and if I hadn't happened to be in communication with Morgan and been able to understand the situation and avoid further loss of control: If it weren't for these, you know you Will your rash actions lead to anything! You will provoke a war! Thousands of lives will be lost as a result! Fallen in an unreasonable internal fight!"

"If this really happens! If there is another legion here today! Then even the waves of the entire galaxy cannot wash away the sins on your body! You will become the second lost brother! Become the belly of Leman Russ The lonely ghosts in there! The same goes for your legion! Everything about them will be erased! Disappear!"

"Do you want such a terrible tragedy to happen again! You... you..."

"madman!!!"

"Dirty bastard! Bastard from hell!"

"I will never allow you to come near my Ultramar! As long as I have breath! Whenever you dare to set foot on Macragge's land! I will defeat you! Until you are in my kingdom disappear!"

The Lord of Ultramar's anger became more and more vigorous with his words, and in an instant it turned into a sea of ​​boiling fire, just because when the brother in front of him listened to his accusation, the only answer was the crazy big man Laugh, and never said any more laughter: but this mocking laughter was the most obvious answer.

"Robert, Robert, my most noble princely brother."

Low whispers flowed out from the Midnight Ghost's mouth and wrapped around Guilliman's ears, causing his pupils to exude more malice and anger, like a beast angered by dirty mucus. .

"You're so pathetic, Robert, you can't even curse."

"But on the other hand, you have a wisdom that comes with stupidity."

"You're right about something."

The Midnight Ghosts, who had been losing ground in head-on confrontations, had been forced into a corner. In a dignified formation that did not involve psychic powers or other interfering factors, Guilliman, who had experienced perfect education and rigorous training since childhood, especially possessed the ability to Suppressing the martial arts of more than half his brothers, his regularity in swordsmanship has long become a kind of instinct, which has supported him to become the best dueling master among the emperor's children.

In a noble duel, Midnight Ghost would never be Guilliman's opponent, and he was never born for this. What he was good at was another kind of fighting, another kind of art.

In a close attack, Konrad even grabbed Guilliman's hand armor, but the Lord of the Ultramarines smashed his own hand armor and Curze into the wall. Without the hand protection, he succeeded To seize the initiative in the battle.

The dagger from Ultramar drove its opponent into a corner with precise swings filled with fury again and again. Guilliman pressed the Midnight Ghost against the wall, his edge almost approaching the wall. His neck was dirty, but despite this, the hope of conversation still remained in the eyes of the Lord of Ultramar.

"You can defend yourself, even for the most basic reduction of your sentence."

Guilliman's tone was full of instinctive disgust, but he still said this sentence word for word, and began to wait patiently for what kind of argument he had after the Midnight Ghost laughed.

The Lord of the Second Legion in the distance just saw all this in her eyes. She shook her head helplessly and began to count down, recording when Guilliman's defeat would come.

"Hahahaha cough cough cough..."

The Midnight Ghost was laughing, coughing, and casting mocking glances at Guilliman. He looked at his brother, his body limp, and slowly took off one of his claws, seemingly succumbing to final defeat. .

This made Guilliman somewhat relieved: his brother was not completely hopeless after all. In an instant, the Lord of Ultramar was already thinking about how to block everything that happened today, or how to block everything that happened today. How to plead with Curze before the Emperor.

At this time, Midnight Ghost spoke slowly, and his first words made Guilliman frown.

"You guessed one thing right, my brother Guilliman."

"...guessed what?"

Curze coughed up blood.

"Civil wars, sins, lost brothers, the rise of betrayers, and the tide of blood sweeping across the galaxy, everything will happen, and our future will dance in the most miserable fragments until the day it bleeds to death."

"Until the day our father is struck down by one of us."

"I saw it. I saw the Emperor's death. He would die at the hands of his heirs."

"..."

Guilliman's eyes widened, his pupils changing between shock and confusion, and even the most basic anger was forgotten. He listened to Conrad's words and understood every word, but because of this short Dirty words are like being struck by lightning.

He...he...he...

How dare he! How could he say such dirty words! What qualifications does he have...

The next moment, the Lord of the Ultramarines began to tremble, and his whole body trembled in an instinctive horror: just a trace of the wave caused by the midnight ghost was enough to ravage Guilliman's snow-white heart. An overwhelming desolation.

"You madman! Conrad!"

"How dare you say such words! How dare you slander our brothers! How dare you curse our father! Do you know what the consequences will be if your words are heard by others! Have you ever thought about it? …”

"Look, Robert."

Curze chuckled.

"You don't even have the courage to imagine. No wonder you are like that: stop deceiving yourself like this, my brother, I know better than anyone else what you have done, and your courage is greater than you think."

"Perhaps you will have your own empire: maybe?"

"..."

"Madman...you are a madman!"

Guilliman gritted his teeth. His cultivation meant that he didn't know how to curse all the blasphemy he heard. His embarrassing situation was noticed by Curze and he laughed madly before whispering.

"Do you know why I said such words, Robert?"

"..."

Guilliman was silent, but he did not reject his curiosity. When the unarmed face of the Midnight Ghost slowly approached Guilliman's dagger, the Lord of the Ultramarines only frowned.

"because……"

Guilliman's ears perked up.

Then Conrad smiled.

"puff----"

In the blink of an eye, a large stream of smelly blood spurted out from the mouth of the Midnight Ghost, and smeared all over the face of the Lord of Ultramarines through the sword that was so close at hand.

Guilliman instinctively retreated. He was sensitively aware that something was wrong, and kept waving the dagger in his hand, eager to maintain a safe isolation zone, but the midnight ghost that broke free turned into smoke in a chuckle and escaped. A chaotic swing came to Guilliman's arm, looking at the wrist holding the sword, he opened his mouth wide.

bite!

"hiss--"

Severe pain accompanied by blood on his wrist caused the Primarch to take pain and mess up the last inch. The dagger fell to the ground, allowing Conrad to stick close to his brother and bring the battle to his best area. .

The Lord of the Ultramarines quickly wiped away the blood stains on his face, but before he could open his eyes, the Midnight Ghost came up fiercely and hit him completely. Two dry fingers stabbed at Ji like lightning. Liman's eyes caused severe pain and darkness to strike again.

The Lord of the Ultramarines, who was originally hunched over in a protective posture, raised his head due to the blow. The heartbreaking pain caused instinct to take over for a short time, allowing the Midnight Ghost to grab Guilliman's head. With one of the craziest head cones, Guilliman fell to the ground completely, losing the ability to get up.

The Night King grabbed his prey, hugged Guilliman's neck from behind, and rolled with him on the cold ground, like a pair of lions fighting in a mud puddle.

In the next second, he succeeded in suffocating the Lord of the Ultramarines. His iron-like hands tightened around Guilliman's neck, while a foul-smelling whisper slowly echoed in the Primarch's ears, like is a brief description of the murderer.

"That's it, brother."

Conrad whispered.

"Feel it, feel your current situation and despair, feel that you still have three minutes to live, feel the suffocation and irresistible brute force, feel how small and desolate your hope is at this moment."

"This is the future: your future, our future, the future of the Imperium, and the future of the Emperor: this is it, struggling in despair and helplessness, awaiting the death sentence that has been pronounced."

"We will all die, in our own despair."

"This is it: the future I see."

"Now, do you believe it?"

"boom!"

【I do not believe. 】

——————

Morgan walked slowly over. She waved her hand easily and pinned the two entangled Primarchs to the wall at the same time. Then she walked in unhurriedly and peeled off the Midnight Ghost from Guilliman's body.

Curze didn't resist. He seemed to have expected all this. When Morgan's fingers grabbed his neck tightly, Midnight Ghost just coughed heavily and smiled.

"Are you going to tell me about your future again, sister?"

"What is it this time, my death date?"

【Maybe. 】

Morgan was still quiet, and her quietness could even be called strange.

Just as Guilliman struggled to get up, Midnight Ghost just let out a heart-rending laugh.

"My date of death? When?"

"today?"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's do it quickly!"

"Morgan...can't do this..."

Guilliman angrily stopped the sound from floating aside, but the Spider Queen just evoked a smile in the silence, a smile that could kill a world.

[Maybe, Curze. 】

[But that depends on whether you can survive my next little punishment. 】

"Oh? What kind of punishment is that?"

【For example...】

【……】

[I'm going to take your lungs out of your nose. 】

Morgan spoke slowly.

She was still very quiet.