Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Morgan took a trip to Nucadia.

Let’s just take a trip.

She was still a little uneasy: even though her Ultramar blood relatives had repeatedly guaranteed the reliability of her envoys, and she did have different trust in Guilliman's guarantee than her other brothers.

But encouraged by her innate and increasingly spectacular cautious mentality, the Spider Queen still felt that only the clear truth she saw with her own eyes could dispel the uneasy feelings deep in her heart.

Under the control of this mentality, when the large fleets of Dawnbreakers and Ultramarines rushed to the edge of the Storm Star Territory, searching for the whereabouts of the Osiris psionic species at all costs, a force directly belonging to the Lord of the Second Legion The small fleet carried a mortal envoy and quietly arrived at the galaxy where Nucadia was located.

The scale of this mission is small, with only a dozen envoys in total, a squad of Dawnbreaker guards and a few small battleships. However, they are covered with the Spider Queen's psychic vision, allowing her to Observe everything on Nukaidia.

Of course, the Primarch, who was busy with everything, could not abandon her blood relatives and fleet, and go to an unknown edge galaxy just because of a ray of uneasiness in her heart: this mission was all she could do now.

Perhaps because they had had contact with the Ultramarines envoys before, the slave owners of Nucadia warmly entertained Morgan's envoy team, and even held a grand gladiatorial banquet for this purpose, allowing hundreds of lives to be lost. .

Although these overlords still avoided talking about joining the human empire, they showed great interest in the extravagant gifts carried by the envoys. In the friendship brought by these gifts, they led them without any hindrance. Morgan's mission visited every corner of their world.

In this way, through the psychic vision installed in each envoy, Morgan observed the world quite carefully. She even used a psyker in the envoy as a base station to release a ray of light all over Nucadia. Massive exploration.

And the result is: nothing.

The slave owners did not lie. There was indeed no miraculous child who fell from the sky on Nukaidia, nor was there any person who was gifted enough to stir up troubles. The Spider Queen also did not discover anything belonging to her in the barren sand of this world. The smell of blood relatives.

This made Morgan begin to doubt her instinctive perception. Could it be that her instinct was wrong? This has never happened before.

Or maybe she just came early? Maybe in the future, one of her blood relatives is destined to have contact with this world, but now...

He hasn't landed yet?

…

It's not impossible.

After a brief period of confusion, the Gene Queen could only give up. She still had too many things to think about and master, and could not invest more in the conjecture in front of her. However, despite this, the mission's own actions were still leading the way. There will be some unexpected changes.

Although they have always been unwilling to join the system of the human empire, these cunning and intelligent slave owners on Nucadia still saw the power of this powerful regime during several visits to the empire, and they were not willing to compete with the empire. The emperor's legions were at odds with each other, and they had heard of the bloody massacres that took place in the distant stars.

Therefore, when Morgan's envoy returned to the Primarch to submit a report on their work, they also brought a terrible gift of goodwill belonging to the Nucadian slave owner, as well as an ambiguous The statement is full of inferior language traps and the art of lies.

The statement was used by the Primarch to wipe the water stains on the side of the teacup. Instead, it was the gift that made her take a second look and quickly frowned.

In the words of those slave owners, this gift was the crystallization of their wisdom and culture.

…

[So, the crystallization of that group of slaves in charge of their society is called the Butcher’s Nail? 】

[I think I can already imagine what kind of society this is. 】

During the break between work, when the Spider Queen had some free time, she took out this disgusting gift and threw it on the table in front of her.

Butcher's Nail: The history and sophistication of this creation are far more profound than the Primarch imagined. Although the Spider Queen scorned this bloody creation, she had to admit that this kind of creation was made of a large number of rope-like threads. The psychic surgical implant composed of cables, like the long hair of a ghost, possessed a level of complexity and academic value that amazed her.

From this stupid gift, the Gene Queen may be able to learn a lot of knowledge, and may even take the opportunity to light up some research lines that have been blocked before: this is the only reason why Morgan can tolerate this creation.

After all, for the Spider Queen who likes to formulate strict plans and cautious systems, this kind of thing used to create blood, madness and irreparable organizational collapse is the most annoying thing in the galaxy.

[Judging from the memory of my lost brother, this so-called butcher’s nail is most likely one of the derivative technologies used to control biochemical humans in the dark technological age: but in the era of crazy strife, this This technology was reversely applied to humans. 】

The Spider Queen's psychic energy turned into invisible palms, playing with dozens of vicious cables in mid-air, while Virgo, who had long since recovered, stood beside her, recording this in her memory array. Symbolizes an unknown ancient creation.

"Do you have any thoughts about this creation that need to be recorded, my lord?"

[There is one, very superficial. 】

Morgan snorted softly as a response to the maid. She lazily sat on the soft couch, brought the Butcher's Nail closer, looked at the exquisite structure of the device, and sighed for the rough craftsmanship.

[Can you imagine that such a small creation can destroy one of the greatest scholars in an instant: as long as it is nailed into the brain, all emotions except anger can be erased. 】

[What’s more, this Butcher’s Nail from Nucadia is not even its most sophisticated version, it is just a crude imitation in the hands of slave owners: even I can’t imagine the peak state of this thing. , and what kind of pain and madness it will cause. 】

[It even has a charm: every time I see it, it reminds me of the things I hate, and I would love to nail this thing into their brains. 】

"Are you going to do this?"

[No, I have a better idea. 】

[While I was sorting out the souls of the Eldar bastards who dared to attack me at the Yemenga Monolith, I unexpectedly obtained a complete piece of technology from Commorragh, and quickly restored it. . 】

"Have you been able to completely restore Eldar technology?"

[No, because this technology itself does not belong to Comoros, it was just snatched away by them and made their own: it is most likely also a product of the dark technological age. 】

[This technique is called: Slaver's Chant. It is a technique that is considered unpopular in Comoros. It is only spread among a few Dark Eldar people, and one of them is now in my belly. Inside. 】

[Simply put, this is a technology specially created for sadism in high-level people. It can completely transfer the pain of one individual to other individuals through some kind of sensory interaction based on equipment: in the Blood Lingren Among the research disciplines, this is a primary technology, so it is not taken seriously by Comoros. 】

"...What's the use of this technology?"

[According to the memory fragments of the Dark Eldar, when some high-level officials want to punish their subordinates for making mistakes, they will install this technology on their subordinates, and change the identity of the pain recipient at any time to obscure the true victimization. Who are they, and appreciate the faces that are distorted in waiting. 】

[Of course, there are some high-level officials who just want to keep their brains awake to deal with various situations during body modification surgeries. When they refuse anesthesia, this kind of pain transfer is an excellent panacea. 】

"..."

"What a unique race."

Virgo blinked and registered her Creator's words.

"Is there any connection between this technology and the Butcher's Nail in your hand?"

[No, but I'm wondering if I can fuse them: Based on the Butcher's Nail, I can design a pair of nails with a master-slave relationship, so that the slave's nail can bear all the pain for the master's nail. 】

[Then, based on this technology, I can further develop other technologies for pain sensing, and finally use the harmless results to strengthen my legion. 】

"..."

"There is a question, my lord."

"If the damage sustained by the Nail of Dominance is too severe, wouldn't it be easy for the bearer of the Nail of Servants to die of pain? This would be too wasteful."

[...It makes sense. 】

[Well, this is just an idea in itself. Just record it, my Aniya. When we really encounter a situation about the Butcher's Nail, you can remind me of the relevant things and thoughts. 】

"Understood, my lord."

After receiving a firm answer, the Spider Queen stroked the maid's hair with satisfaction and rubbed her soft cheek. Although Virgo maintained an almost eternal indifference at the moment of birth, as her creator, Spider The queen naturally has the power to make requests and take away her own maids.

The Butcher's Nail was thrown carelessly on the collection shelf aside. The Gene Queen stretched herself on the soft couch in a graceless manner, her hair disheveled, and looked at the maid who was making hot tea.

[Is there anything important you need to report recently, Aniya? 】

"A few, sir, but none of them are emergencies."

[Come one by one. 】

"Okay, my lord."

"First of all, Mr. Marshall, who is responsible for staying in the Avalon sector and overseeing the garrison military affairs, sent a message not long ago: He claimed that there seems to be some kind of existence in the Perditus system in the Gulgrad Protectorate area. There is a hidden strength of resistance, and the residents there seem to be mentally controlled by some kind of existence, but they have not made any further rebellion."

[Is it very large? 】

"Several companies may need to be dispatched."

[Then let him leave it alone. When I get back, I will personally take charge of the command. 】

"clear."

"Article 2: It is reported that your genetic father has returned from the void southeast of Avalon. He is currently reorganizing his forces in the Salamas sector and is about to launch an expedition against the darkness outside the territory."

【Let him be. 】

Morgan yawned lazily, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

[I can already imagine the result: my father will make a big fuss in the darkness outside the territory and wipe out a lot of terrible existences, but he will not be able to get rid of all the monsters and monsters there because there are too many of them. 】

[When he has won honors and people's praise, left the darkness outside the territory, and returned to the center of his great expedition, won't the surviving monsters still need my Far Eastern border to serve as the first line of defense? 】

"Be more open-minded, sir. At least he has announced that the Salamas sector will be divided into your jurisdiction, instead of planting such a nail in your far eastern border: from Avalon to Salamas Si, in terms of territory alone, your country is enough to compete with five hundred worlds."

[Yes, but in a core world like the Five Hundred Worlds, I may not even have a hundred people under my command. How can I close the gap in national power between me and Guilliman? 】

"Um……"

"Fight Ultramar until there are only a hundred worlds?"

[...What a great idea. 】

Virgo shook her loose twintails, feeling a little confused.

"Do you want to be an enemy of Guilliman's five hundred worlds in the future? My lord?"

[I don’t want to be his enemy, but my power cannot be much weaker than his: these two points are not contradictory, are they? 】

[Okay, what else is going on? 】

"And some trivial matters."

"The main fleet of the Ultramarines is gradually approaching the Blame Sector. Lord Guilliman speculates that the main force of the Osiris psychic species is most likely hiding there. He is likely to call you in the near future."

"General Erwin's mortal army encountered a green-skinned army forty times its size near the Ard'Anse system. He successfully beheaded the green-skinned general through the tactic of dropping a specially-made Baneblade tank from a low altitude. Defeated them."

"In addition, it is said that the Emperor's Children, Iron Hands, Luna Wolves and Salamanders have all begun to organize experimental think tank troops in recent times. There are also rumors that Lord Leman Russ has persuaded His Rune Priests read your Think Tank Manual and received a moderately good response."

"Moreover, the think tank troops of the Imperial Fist Legion have been put into actual combat on the battlefield. It is said that the response has been very good and has become a regular military organization of the Seventh Legion: After hearing the news, the Iron Warrior Legion also quickly appeared An experimental think tank force.”

[Where is the Thousand Sons Legion? 】

"It is said that Jaghatai Khan traveled to Prospero in Magnus after receiving the Librarian's manual, but we have yet to learn how the Thousand Sons reacted to this."

"In addition, it is said that Chagatai Khan once summoned his Storm Prophets and held a highly confidential meeting. The content of the meeting is not yet known, but after the meeting, the think tank manual you wrote was recommended as A must-read for the Fifth Legion’s think tank troops.”

[What about Ahriman? 】

"According to the feedback provided by Captain Hector, although His Excellency Ahriman is not very interested in the think tank manual, he does not have any more ill feelings: he just thinks that this manual is too conservative and pediatric, and does not reflect the characteristics of adults at all. What you have mastered is profound spiritual knowledge and profound arcane skills."

【……interesting. 】

Morgan stroked his cheek and smiled with emotion.

[In the beginning, this was just a random move on my part. I didn’t expect it would cause such a huge response, and it would spread faster than I imagined. 】

Virgo tilted her head, not even more surprised by this.

"It's normal, sir: after all, the [Awakening of Psykers] that broke out in the Age of Strife has made the proliferation of psykers a very real problem. Every legion has to face the fact that some of its own warriors have uncontrollable The Facts of Psychic Potential: At this time, this manual of yours can be said to be a product of the changing circumstances.”

[But it will also be a big project. 】

The Gene Queen laughed and tapped her maid's forehead.

[Think about it, my Aniya: Will the think tank troops needed by Iron Hands and the think tank troops needed by White Scars be exactly the same? Such an overly simple think tank manual allows them to start creating their own think tank organization, but when this organization wants to integrate with the Legion's own characteristics and culture, many problems are bound to arise. 】

“The problem of localization of imported products?”

[Yes, there are two ways to solve this problem: either, they will be lucky enough to have a character who can solve this contradiction in their legion, and there may not be more than ten psychic masters like this in the entire galaxy. . 】

【Either...】

[I will soon receive a lot of letters from readers, or think tank exchange students from various legions. 】

"Is this good for you?"

[In the short term, there is no chance, but who wouldn’t want to have more say? And in a sense, this is a great opportunity for me to climb the mountain of publicity. 】

"This seems to go against your original intention of keeping a low profile, sir."

[Low-key doesn’t mean you don’t need friends. My Virgo, you have to realize that in this era of the Great Crusade, the Astartes Legion means absolute power and support, and the Primarch can absolutely represent his own legion. . 】

[In other words, I only need to get a few blood relatives, and then accumulate a certain reputation through means such as the Think Tank Manual, and I can win over enough support and strength: I don’t even need to use them to do anything, they are just themselves existence is enough. 】

[When I have enough interests and friendships with several Primarchs and several Astartes Legions, this friendship network alone is enough to drive away those secretly hateful eyes. 】

"...Why do you have such a sense of crisis, sir?"

[You have to know that in the final analysis, I am a primarch who prefers psionic energy, and I am an alien to some extent among the descendants of the Emperor. Although my father is the most powerful psyker in the galaxy, I I can feel that his attitude towards psionic energy is not friendly, and among my brothers, there are also some who hate psionic energy to the core. 】

[Perhaps one day, my brothers who hate psionic powers will attack the psionic power I control. I don’t think the Emperor will be on my side then. He may remain silent, but he will definitely Don’t take my side and speak for me. 】

[So, I need friends, I need support, I need other legions who have also benefited from psychic energy, I need a reputation that may not be dazzling in the empire, but is also good enough: for that to come in the future Be prepared for trouble. 】

"..."

Virgo frowned.

"But, sir, even if they get the benefits, they may not stand with you then. Psychic power is an extra power for them. Even if they are abandoned under the emperor's order, it is not enough to make people despair."

[I know, and I never expected them to stand with me, but at least I can prevent them from becoming my enemy, smiling at me on the surface, but actually adding insult to injury. 】

[Whether it’s for the sake of our past friendship or concerns about my reputation, as long as they maintain a neutral attitude, it is the greatest help to me: I may not be able to make my friends more, but I can do it. Make my enemies fewer. 】

[Just like now: The least I can guarantee is that as long as I maintain such a cautious attitude, my brother Leman Russ will basically not speak ill of me. Without his wild declaration, I currently need Mortarion was the only one who was worried. 】

[Isn’t this much simpler? 】

[From one-on-two to one-on-one, it can be called a leap in quality. 】

Virgo nodded, but she still had one last question.

"Then why don't you discuss this issue with Lord Magnus? If the descendants of your genetic father are distinguished from a spiritual perspective, Lord Magnus may be your only companion and comrade-in-arms. .”

[Yes, this is also the part that troubles me the most: I would rather fight alone and defend the reputation of psychic power with Magnus, just like fighting side by side with Guilliman and appeasing the people's sentiments with Jonson. 】

"You're not going to inform him?"

[Why should I inform? Magnus’s current state is the best help to me: when everyone compares his attitude towards psychic energy with mine, they will find that what I do is completely okay. Endurable. 】

"..."

"That makes sense."

"But are you treating Lord Magnus as a target to attract firepower?"

[Can you think of a better use for him? 】

"..."

"cannot."

Virgo shook her head honestly, and then she discovered that a message was being fed back in the operation sequence she was connected to the battleship's central system.

She blinked her eyes, a burst of data and electronic light flashed in her pupils, and her voice temporarily turned into a low grinding sound like the friction of gears.

"The battleship is about to arrive at the designated destination, sir. It has been discovered that the target fleet is staying in low-Earth orbit, and its identity has been determined: Zhao - the sage of the Akada Forge World."

【very good. 】

Morgan laughed, and she gently brushed her long hair. The flickering spiritual energy of her fingertips tied up the scattered hair in an instant, allowing the Gene Queen to return to her noble original appearance.

[Let’s see if this forging world at the southernmost tip of the galaxy, this forging world that claims to be on a unique path, is worthy of its name. 】

——————

【……】

[I'm not sure if they are just in name. 】

[But I’m sure: something doesn’t seem right about this world. 】

The first second she set foot on this desert world called [Antagonis], the Gene Queen slowly spit out this conclusion. Her voice was so low that only the Virgo who followed her, I could barely capture this broken whisper.

But on the surface, there is nothing unusual about the Spider Queen. She brought a not too large and not too small escort team to the ground of Antagonis. She landed on the stone square, and the mechanical priest who came to greet her kept a perfect smile and communicated properly.

If Virgo hadn't been able to clearly sense that her creator had turned on all the firing mechanisms in her body the moment she landed, she would have been like the Dawnbreakers behind Morgan, unaware of the world at all. on the problem.

Because there is no problem in this world at all. If we really want to say it, it is that the mechanical priests, skitarii and servitors who greeted them are really indifferent and mechanized. Even those necessary words are just like Monotonous and relaxing like gears: But for the believers of Omnisiah, this seems to be a normal [feature].

Only Lana's brows were raised due to some uneasiness, but until the group of people came to the gate of the stone hall high on the mountain, they did not encounter a more bizarre situation.

"The sage is inside. He is guarding the important cargo you designated. Please forgive me."

The priest's voice was like an ancient machine being forcibly pulled, but this did not waver the Spider Queen. She placed her hand on the stone door and whispered a spell until her psychic vision could clearly see inside. everything of.

Then Morgan smiled.

She turned her head and ordered her guards to guard in front of the stone gate. She would lead her maids to discuss with the sage: Since she already knew the purpose of this trip, Lana did not have any more refutation. He just After observing the door very carefully, I determined that it was just an ordinary door and could not be closed again.

So, Morgan stood still, adjusted his breathing, tidied up his appearance, then easily opened the door and walked into the spacious stone palace inside.

The moment the door closed, golden flames seemed to flash in her pupils.

——————

The main hall is just like the hall of any Omnissiah believer. Although there are no more gorgeous decorations, it looks a bit crowded and has a unique orderliness.

The sage of Zhao-Akada in the forging world is sitting at the round table in the center of the hall. Opposite him is an empty seat. On the wide table are boxes of strange materials that Morgan has never seen before, exuding a The breath of psychic energy.

The sage lowered his head and looked as if he was sleeping. Even the unobstructed footsteps of the original gene did not make his metal body react in the slightest.

Beside Morgan, Virgo was already quietly calling for his fire wings, but it was at this time that this creation, created by Morgan and Perturabo, suddenly felt a strange feeling.

This was a feeling she had never felt before. First, she felt that her limbs were a little stiff, and the computing logic seemed to have failed for a moment. Then, it was as if an invisible hand was rewriting her running code, something she had never seen before. The past instructions appeared out of thin air and began to impact and wash away the old data logic in her mind.

She felt it, she heard it, it seemed like she should do that...

Turn on firepower authority, turn on psychic power authority, turn on firepower wings, approve unlimited destruction mode, approve extermination order mode...

no no! No! No!

This is not allowed!

Damn it!

Everything seemed to happen in just one moment. When Virgo's most sensitive computational thinking began to activate, she suddenly found that she had opened half of the force equipment in the left arm area, and the target was the silver-haired figure beside her.

"..."

Virgo was silent for a moment: maybe not, but in the next moment, before the firing order was issued, her highest authority had forcibly taken back control. When this authority was quickly eroded by unknown data, Virgo executed the unshakable instructions.

She pointed the gun at her own head.

She has threatened the real body: starting self-destruction.

【enough! 】

Before the first fatal suicide bullet was fired, Virgo's consciousness captured the cold tone with a hint of sullenness. She felt the hand on her head. The next moment, those who were making waves in her calculation logic The virus code recedes like a gentle tide.

Morgan's words were still in his ears.

[If you want to talk, just use the body you prepared and don't touch my things. 】

The cold voice wandered in the hall without getting a timely response, but after a few breaths, as the static noise in the air turned into some kind of roar, the body of the seemingly sleeping sage also began to Intermittent binary cryptids and screams of the Mechanicum emerged, and it quickly stood up. The already layered metal structure seemed to have grown a lot larger out of thin air, dragging streamers of steam and arc-like energy beams. A sound like a combination of blood and metal began to echo in every steel creation around the hall.

"Hats off to you."

"I am Ark Temple-Vashtor, Lord of the Soul Forge, Creator, Your Opposite and Mutual Accomplisher, Ruler of Skills, Chief Prince of the Realm of the East."

"Here I salute you."

"My mirror image."

"My kind."

"Cage of destruction."

"The fickle prince."

"A greedy nightmare."

"Master of both realms."

"The princes of the three kingdoms."

"He who eats his relatives is the minister who kills his king."

"The King of the True West, the Lord of the True South."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."