Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You made a mistake, Jonson."

"A mistake so minor that I don't even bother to mock you for it because it just takes my sense of humor down a notch: to me, it's just not worth it."

When the Lord of Caliban discarded the twelfth spare blade in his hand with an expressionless face, and habitually touched his waist, Caliban people would definitely think of the words "Always entrenched" The words in his head.

From the moment it was uttered and entered Zhuang Sen's ears, these narrow words seemed to have some kind of magic power, echoing like a breeze in the valley of Zhuang Sen's heart: even the most brutal fighting brought about Even my concentration did not erase the traces left by these sounds.

And the smiling figure who spat out these words was currently thirteen meters away to his left, with his long, silky hair scattered around his head, fighting side by side with the Lion King, and still smiling: even Zhuang Sen also had to admit that from any angle, Conrad was definitely a trustworthy comrade, and he did his job very well.

While thinking about it, Zhuang Sen felt the cold wind approaching him: without the slightest hesitation, the Primarch immediately ordered his already swollen and sore legs to retreat, while his left hand smoothly touched out He picked up the [Arctinaeus Flintlock]. This Terran relic from the Old Night Era spewed out a deadly stream of plasma to buy Jonson time.

Although the pursuer, who was taller than the Primarch, was unscathed by this offensive, its footsteps were indeed stopped for a moment: seizing the opportunity of only a few breaths, Jonson strode back to the battlefield. On the edge, so fast that I even forgot to keep breathing.

And just as he was retreating, a cloak with a fishy smell passed by Jonson's side: Leman Russ clutched the Spear of Dionysus, and he even had the intention to pat Jonson's hand before running to the battlefield. A smile appeared on his shoulders, and at this moment, the Midnight Ghost, who was originally in the darkness, appeared and took over the battlefield sandwiched between Jonson and Leman Russ until the Spear of Dionysus came again. Take his place.

This kind of alternation is not only a way to maintain the balance of battle, but also a last resort choice for them: the battle has reached now, although it is definitely not a long time, but the state of the three Primarchs is not good at the moment: and they are responsible for the main attack Zhuangson was in the worst condition during the mission. He suffered more damage than the other two brothers combined.

Through the corner of his eye, Zhuang Sen could see his tired state at this time: his armor was covered with scars, his arm armor and shoulder armor were full of gouges and cuts, and his blood-red cloak had also been torn to pieces. It was unbearable, and under the protection of the armor, Zhuang Sen could feel a scalding rainstorm flowing on his face, and his breathing was mixed with a heavy cough and phlegm-like blood foam, which came from Haili. Xi's beautiful blow, which broke at least twenty bones of Jonson. He was almost dragged out of the battlefield by Conrad. Before he could recover, Leman Russ and Conrad worked together to hold on for ten seconds. few minutes.

And his two brothers are also in poor condition at the moment: Leman Russ has a wound on his left abdomen that cannot be healed immediately, blood and plasma are constantly dripping from the rupture in the armor, and the reactor and shield of his armor are The generator groaned and trembled, kept running by the anger and calmness of the Primarch.

As for Conrad: his pale face has long been bathed in a gloomy bloody light, and the breaths with the voice of Nostramo are roaring, grunting, and writhing to prove that he is still alive: The Midnight Ghost almost overturned everything his brother knew about him. Conrad fought like a real warrior. His performance and tenacity on the frontal battlefield were not inferior to Jonson and Leman Rus. any of them.

Caliban was almost sincerely doubting whether there were some mistakes in his previous thoughts and conclusions about his Nostramo brothers, or whether he had unintentionally made him angry. Conrad?

Put yourself in his shoes, what has he done before: before this, such an idea had almost never appeared in Zhuang Sen's mind, and even now, it was just a drop in the ocean.

But Jonson still clearly remembers what Conrad said to him: before they stood at the end of the bridge and opened the door, the serious jokes that came from Nostramo's mouth, among them Zhuang Sen remembered every word of "."

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"You always do, Jonson."

"You regard others as fragile, and you regard yourself as omnipotent. Although your abilities are outstanding, your pride is far greater than them: this makes you blindly strict with yourself and others, which makes you blindly strict with yourself and others. You can neither see the many pitfalls under your feet, nor can you see the advantages of others that are better than you."

"You always feel that all important things can only be assured if they are in your own hands. You will never learn to entrust things to a more suitable person. You will never learn to let go and interpret it as loyalty: I'm not denying your loyalty, brother, but I've had enough of your arbitrary actions."

"Sometimes, your choice is not because of your loyalty, but because you simply feel that only you can do the best. You never thought that you have to pay a price for your persistence and loneliness."

"Please, brother, please take a second to think about it carefully: since we are all the descendants of the Emperor and the Primarch, and you cannot be the existence above us, then How can you be better than us in every aspect?”

"Sometimes, in some things, we are more suitable than you: no need to worry about it, Jonson, just like the long sword is suitable for stabbing the chest, while the scimitar and ax blade are more suitable for wielding, this does not mean It’s not a matter of ability, it’s just a matter of position and status.”

"You can't control everything: that's what Heydrich was doing."

"Let me tell you, instead of forcing yourself, your legions, and your world to endure the most difficult things like before, like this suicidal 500-man army, it would be better to Leave it to us: Even you can't deny that you can't finish this war alone, can you?"

"A total of five hundred Dark Angels have shed their blood because of your paranoia. Even if it is for their lives and sacrifices, you should share the responsibility with us: you know that this is the optimal solution, and you also know that you It’s not that we don’t care about their blood and sacrifices.”

"I can see clearly that when you were selecting this death squad, you were still trembling slightly: from the beginning when you were trembling because you were worried that no one would come out, to when your heirs are rushing to come out, You tremble with inexplicable feelings."

"You clenched your fist so hard: you are not heartless, Zhuang Sen. We all know this, and I have seen your true appearance, which you cannot imagine."

# A chuckle came from the prophet. #

"You can interpret all this as my prophecy, or my crazy words. I know what you think of me, Zhuangson, but I don't care: by then, if the key to the war really falls In your hands, I will naturally give this weapon to you."

"You know I'm not lying. You can feel this: we are all beasts, and one beast cannot deceive another beast. Although you are the worst among the beasts."

"I really don't know why Morgan is so fond of you."

…

"That's it. I've finished my words. The rest is up to you: if you want to fight with me before the war, I don't care. I'm always willing to accompany you."

# A distorted, contemptuous, slow, and insincere call that even Zhuang Sen could hear. #

"Warmaster."

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This was the first time that Zhuang Sen hated the word "Warmaster" so much.

Conrad seemed to have a magical power, and he learned something from Morgan's side: turning other people's desires into disgusting sludge, into torture poems, reciting them loudly, and using this to satisfy his own happiness .

He has faded away the blood, the daily violence and madness.

But he became a jerk.

A bastard who can be trusted.

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"..."

After spitting out the last mouthful of hot breath mixed with blood and phlegm, Jonson ended his thoughts and rested for only a few seconds: his battle brothers were still bleeding ahead, and they needed the assistance of Jonson's sword.

But Caliban didn't have many sword blades at this time: his [Lion Sword] was knocked into the darkness by a heavy blow from Heydrich in the previous battle, and not even Conrad could find it. There are traces of it, and his other chain sword [Wolf Blade] was left on the Indomitable Truth in the hands of Arachos.

Originally, the Primarch still carried a dozen divine weapons, but after they left several scars on Heydrich's star god's body, they were all broken into pieces in the fierce battle, and the rate of loss even exceeded Johnson's prediction.

You can't control everything: that's what Heydrich was doing.

"..."

When touching his waist, Zhuang Sen thought of Conrad's words again, and his expression became more gloomy. However, the earth-shattering sound of fighting in the distance gave him no time to think, so he subconsciously held the hand in his hand. That sword: It was the last sword he owned, and it was also the [trump card] that he had never wanted to use before.

after all……

The Lord of Caliban stood up and stroked the blade with half interest, feeling the tremors of the anti-psychic metal and remembering the way he took the sword out of the deepest part of the arsenal.

He once promised someone that he would never use this sword: after all, the reason why this nameless sword was created was just to fight against someone and deal with a certain situation.

…

Zhuang Sen's pupils were flashing, and he grasped the nameless sword tightly for the first time.

This one...

The sharp blade he prepared just for Morgan.

"..."

Zhuang Sen did not hesitate any longer.

Striding forward, moving as fast as the wind, the Primarch rushed to the side of his blood brothers almost in the next moment. At this time, Leman Russ was still supporting him on the front line, while Konrad was Temporarily retreating, Midnight Ghost licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Zhuang Sen with a smile in his pupils.

"Have a rest?"

There was obvious joking in Conrad's words, but Jonson did not get angry. He just nodded slightly in response.

"How's it going?"

"It's better than I expected. His condition has dropped significantly. It seems that on another battlefield, our fallen brother seems to be at a disadvantage: it is also on this battlefield."

"..."

"Zhuang Sen, have you ever felt that in the subspace, there seems to be a powerful aura coming over the battlefield: the person who can really influence the outcome has already taken action."

"Then don't let your guard down."

The Lion King narrowed his eyes. He carefully looked at the body of the Star God, which was taller than all of them. He saw that the pieced together monster was already full of wounds that could not be repaired. The Spear of Dionysus The power completely destroyed one of his arms, and the fragmentation of the perfect metal skin also caused some greater internal effects: as the cage was broken, the remaining will of the Star God was struggling violently inside the body, Try to take back control, or it will be a dead end.

"He is too ambitious, and he controls the power that he cannot control: ambition and greed are often just one thought away, and greedy people can only devour themselves in the end."

"Keep going, we will win: victory is on our side."

Behind him, Conrad muttered.

"after all……"

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+ Heydrich, my creation, you have made a huge mistake. +

+An intolerable mistake. +

The sound contains power, impacting everyone's brains like a bell: whether it is the fallen person who is facing all this, or Morgan who is still in a daze, they have to force themselves to survive in this dazzling glory.

Far away from thousands of stars, the light of the Lord of Humanity can still shine in the dark corners of the galaxy. Just his first breath dispersed the raging subspace storm. Just opening his eyes, This caused the Chaos Gods in the distance to fall into a strange silence.

The gods stopped laughing wildly, and instead witnessed everything in front of them with a serious attitude: it was as if the person standing in the center of the stage was one of them.

"..."

"Father."

After a long silence, Heydrich finally spoke in this boundless light. His voice was a little hesitant, but it was still firm, respectful, and even loud. It was like a general who was on an expedition and returned to the capital for an audience. Like the king who valued him.

The giant snake, which had already fallen into almost absolute madness and wildness during the long struggle with Morgan, stopped its rotation, and its golden pupils, which were gradually stained red by blood, actually also stopped after a short and long struggle. , regained his sanity: the scales were peeled off, the flesh and blood exploded, the beast's head was split into two, and finally the human body that was almost integrated into it was revealed.

First the skeleton, then the flesh and blood, and finally the skin: in the blink of an eye, the fully armed Heydrich was standing on the head of the giant snake, bowing in the direction of the emperor: although he did not kneel to the ground, he was extremely respectful. The attitude has been clearly revealed.

"I haven't seen you again for a long time, father. The last time I witnessed your arrival was before the war with the Ran Dan Empire. It was already decades ago."

Heydrich's voice was cold, as if his bones and flesh were made of steel.

+ Heydrich, my son, I can’t be with everyone, I can’t do everything with all my energy, and I can’t allocate my limited attention among infinite problems: My descendants, among you, I do have preferences and favoritism, but my attention and expectations for each of you are the same. On this point, you are completely equal. +

+Among your brothers, most of them will not stay with me all the time, nor will they see me too much. Some of your brothers only have sex with me when they return. For real communication, some people have never even been to Holy Terra, but despite this, they are still sticking to their posts and fulfilling their responsibilities, while you are destroying all this with your actual actions, Basically destroying their hard work. +

The emperor's voice exploded like thunder, deeply imprinted in Morgan's heart, and also caused Heydrich in the distance to fall into silence for the second time: but when he spoke again, he still did not waver in the slightest. .

"No, father, I have never complained about any of your treatment of me, nor will I be jealous of any of my brothers: What a son should really do is share his father's worries and make his father feel Be proud, rather than worrying about whether his father is satisfied with the fantasy in his mind and whether it can bring him more benefits."

+ Since you knew this, why did you make this big mistake? +

"Because there is no choice, Father, because this is the best choice."

+ There is never any choice in this world, Heydrich, even if resistance and fighting are actually meaningless, self-sacrifice can still show the brightest light in reality: if you really have no other choice If you choose, then all you need to do is burn yourself to light up the dark sky and illuminate the future for those who come after you. +

+ And firmly believe that among them, there is always someone who can help you make new choices, there is always someone who has the ability to make up for your regrets, there is always someone who can complete all this and move on. +

+ The war may rage for ten thousand years or more, but as long as hope still exists, and as long as awareness still shines, peace will one day come to the world. +

+ But now, you are doing the exact opposite. You are letting the dark sky completely swallow up the soil under your feet, and completely erasing the possibility of the future: I have many expectations for each of you, but But without you, there will never be one. +

"..."

Once again, Heydrich fell into a long silence. He was still unwavering. Even the emperor's personal arrival could not shake him: the craziest cause requires the strongest determination, and Heydrich's most What is not lacking is self-destructive determination.

"I am making choices based on my abilities, and I am making judgments based on my observations. Father: In these long years, I have never seen the things you mentioned in human beings. I I admit that there are some brave individuals and some intelligent individuals among them, and I admit that they have the concept of sacrifice and the courage to burn themselves, but this existence is only a weak flash and cannot turn the overall situation."

"After all, no matter how strong the artificial fires are, they cannot illuminate the night. What they bring is only false prosperity before the fuel is exhausted. The only thing that can truly end the existence of the night is the rise of the sun, and the sun , only one is enough.”

"In this vast galaxy, who is more worthy of this sun than you?"

"And since the sun has risen, what's the point of the fire?"

+ You have only seen the moment when the sun rises, but you have never seen the sunset and the return of night: If you only rely on the sun, everything in the world will only stay in the realm of pure beasts. The reason why life is great is, The reason why civilization emerged is because of the existence of the first warrior who dared to hold the light of fire and walk into the darkness. +

+The soul of a warrior is fearlessness and sacrifice, miracle and romance. +

+ You only made one mistake, my creation, and all your other sins came from this: you were too superstitious about the importance of logic and calculation, and you relied on limited evidence to arrive at a conclusion that did not exist. With the highest value, you use your own inference to deprive everything in the world of the right to survive, and mistake the enslavement of errors for the truth of everything in the world. +

+Slavery is never right, my son. +

+ You have never thought that it is not the calculation of numbers that defeats the vast night, but the courage to take the first step. It is not the construction of logic that creates a dazzling work, but the first ray of fantasy. The moment that flashed in my mind: You were superstitious about numbers, superstitious about probability, superstitious about calculation and reasoning, and finally deduced a non-existent, best result, and pressed it on my head. +

+This is your mistake. You misunderstood everyone and me. +

+ You have never thought that although logic and probability are one of the important components of this world, they are never everything. +

+ In the Milky Way, what allows life like you and me to appear is the beating of the heart, the recklessness of exploration, the incredible birth of the first microorganism from the worst environment, the miracle, the passion, the The nobility and fantasy of life in the face of suffering are the courage and sacrifice of mortals in the face of death: these are not brought about by logic and calculation, but they are the top priority of everything. +

+ Regardless of all the countries in this galaxy, you and me, or even those aloof and self-righteous gods, we are all products of miracles. I am no different from mortals in this regard, or in other words, I am just A human being, a mortal. +

+ instead of God. +

+ If we only rely on paper deductions, then life will never exist, civilization will never be founded, and I will never exist: Since I am just a creature of these miracles you spurn, what do you think? It will be correct: you fell into a wrong logic, produced a wrong concept, and finally committed a series of wrong atrocities, which led to you being imprisoned and alienated from everyone on this road. +

+ But I know that this is not entirely your problem: I am the one who places this responsibility and burden on you, and it is the evil gods who steal the treasures in your heart. You are just a series of You are just a product of tragedy, and you deserve pity. +

+ But you are not worthy of forgiveness because the crimes you have committed are far greater than your own tragedy. You have changed from a victim to a perpetrator, and judgment is destined to fall on you. +

+ So, I will give you death: it is your chosen destiny. +

"..."

"Yes, Father."

Heydrich lowered his head and bowed deeply to the emperor again, respectfully exposing his fragile neck.

"Until now, I will not change my mind: Since I am your creation, and my life and wisdom are given by you, no matter when you want to take them away, I will not resist: If you had not come to me, then based on the ridiculous illusions and luck in my heart, I would have continued to fight with my brothers to the end, but now that you have come in person, this is the unshakable truth. "

+...+

Morgan heard a sigh, the sigh coming from the Emperor.

+You still don’t understand, and you still don’t understand until now. +

+ If it weren’t for your resistance that forced you brothers to this point, if it wasn’t that your remaining thoughts were gradually being swallowed up by the monster you created with your own hands, how could I have come in front of you, and stop using your self-deceptive loyalty? I don't deny your obedience to me, but it is definitely not true loyalty: you are too paranoid, and the loyalty in your mind is the product of a very distorted process. +

+ True loyalty is belief in a common cause, unconditionally giving one's all for a just cause, protection, defense, selflessness, doing one's best, and putting everyone above one person. , without allowing one person to lord it over everyone. +

+ You haven’t done anything, Heydrich: Since you think God is abominable, then why do you impose on me the same fanaticism that you worship the gods? In your eyes, what is the difference between me and the gods? What's the difference? +

+ What you hate is never the gods, you just hate that the gods are not like me, and my appearance is the distortion in your heart: in the final analysis, you are just worshiping the madness in your heart. +

"This is different. Father."

Heydrich looked directly at the Lord of Humanity with respect but without fear. Until this moment, his voice had not wavered. Although his tone was paused, it was still clear.

"I have never confused you with the gods, because I know that they are just slaves in front of their respective thrones, but your thoughts are completely controlled by your own: As for the cause of everyone in your mouth? It's just you. It’s just my own career. Without your promotion, there would be no so-called human renaissance, and there would be no so-called Great Expedition.”

"You don't have to deceive yourself on this issue. Father, you and I both know very well that after the so-called Old Night Era and the Era of Strife, mankind has long lost the possibility of a comeback. Their only ending is to go crazy and fight with themselves. You just came to your end in a massacre: You single-handedly changed the fate of mankind and even the galaxy, why should you attribute your great deeds to others?"

"They are indeed very important, but without any one of them, even the base number in billions, the Great Crusade will not be slow at all, and without you alone, it is all just talk. "

"You are above all people. There is no need to refute this: and your thoughts and will should be the will of everyone in the empire, because no one will see it more clearly than you, and no one will Your thoughts will be more than yours, your eyes can even see ten thousand years into the future, and among these so-called mortals, who among them care about what happens in the next ten years?"

Heydrich's sarcastic smile was wanton and arrogant, but the Emperor did not answer him: in fact, the face of the Lord of Humanity looked livid.

So the madman continued to speak.

"My thoughts have a very clear logical curve. Father, I know that among all our brothers, Morgan and I are the two most different beings. We symbolize your two expectations for the future, either completely Integrate into the Warp, and stay out of it entirely: while Morgan seems to have strayed from this path, I have not.”

"I have thought about it very seriously, I have inferred very seriously, I have observed very carefully and conducted countless experiments. I can tell you, father: without your leadership, it would be impossible for mankind to survive. Those who survived the erosion of subspace, some of them do have shining points, but it cannot hide the fragility of most of them in the face of chaos. There may be a small number of heroes who will usher in a glorious ending, but as As a whole, it is too easy for Chaos to destroy them."

"Thoughts are a luxury for human beings. Their weak minds are not worthy of precious thoughts. Their hearts are too easily seduced. Once they are given freedom, they will go to destruction."

"Under these conditions, I have to change my approach to satisfy the only and supreme order you gave me: to find a way to make your career last forever and prevent subspace from becoming the real universe. The curse.”

"Can you deny what I did?"

"As long as my second star torch is formed, the entire human mind will be controlled by you, and it is impossible for you to bow to the subspace. If you are not eroded, the entire human race will not be eroded. The entire empire, the entire galaxy, Even the entire real universe will no longer be affected by the subspace: everything will become the only one, and the one will become all. Since the Chaos Gods cannot defeat this one, then they will have nothing."

"Until now, I don't think there's anything wrong with this idea."

"The only thing you can refute me is the word miracle, but miracle itself is unreliable, isn't it? If it can really happen, why is it called a miracle?"

"After such words full of heroism and individualism, we always have to return to reality, and reality is the most cold and ruthless: what humans need is not heroes, what humans need is tyrants who can rule them, they do not Thinking, they don’t need freedom, the tyrant is their thinking, the tyrant is their freedom.”

"Do you think this is slavery?"

"No, this is true freedom."

"This is the freedom I give, the answer I give you."

+...+

+...+

+...+

The Lord of Mankind sighed, and his sigh made every star tremble.

The emperor seemed to no longer hide the fatigue in his heart. At this moment, he was no longer the aloof king, but a real, sad old man.

+ I reject, Heydrich: I reject the answer you gave me. In my heart, your answer is unqualified and I will never accept it. +

"..."

"I know, Father."

"I knew it from the beginning."

Heydrich smiled, and his smile was unusually bitter.

"I firmly believe that my plan is correct, but I also know that I cannot accomplish this alone. Unfortunately, I cannot find a like-minded collaborator: before this war begins, I can still be in the conversation To deceive myself into thinking that I am prepared enough to withstand your wrath. To think that I can win my brothers to my side, even though I know how slim the odds are."

"I know what kind of desperate situation I am facing: for this galaxy, the technology I master is not appalling. In the so-called dark era of technology, there were many people crazier than me among humans. I I just realized their ideas that were only on the desk, but even so, there are still too many enemies around me."

"I can feel that you are pronouncing judgment on me in the subspace, and my three brothers are destroying my dependent body in the real universe. Any one of them will have a devastating impact. Trauma can cause everything to collapse.”

"And in addition, those aliens called Necrons are watching my every move from outside this galaxy. They regard me as a thief, regard my creation as blasphemy, and are ready to kill me at any time."

"The large fleets of the four legions are also surrounding my crops. Once they receive the order, the extermination order will be overwhelming. Without my protection, the world itself is extremely fragile."

"Excluding these things, the gods are also watching me from the depths of the subspace. As long as I make some mistakes, they don't mind eating my soul alive: even if I overcome all the above difficulties, they They will also join forces to kill me completely..."

"I have too many enemies."

"I have so little time."

"I wasn't prepared enough, I didn't execute quickly enough, I wasn't determined and aware enough, I looked crazy. But I was actually stretched thin."

"I……"

"..."

"..."

"I'm unqualified, father."

"I am a failure, Father."

"I failed to fulfill your expectations."

+...+

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When the monstrous golden flames swept through every corner of the subspace, when the steel giant under his feet roared and struggled instinctively because its life was threatened, when he felt the blazing wave that could destroy him hit his face, When he suppressed his instinct to survive and opened his arms to welcome the Emperor's judgment and the Emperor's gift, Heydrich's remaining self-consciousness murmured the last words of his life. One sentence.

Not a confession.

Nor is it hatred.

Not even despair.

His tone was calm, almost insanely calm.

"..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Father."

"I am really sorry."

"All failures are because of my lack of ability, and all because I failed to fulfill your wishes: I don't regret what I did. If I still have the chance, I will be proud and do all my actions again. ."

"I made every choice I made."

"Within my ability, I wrote the best answer I could give you, and did everything I could do for you: maybe it is really wrong, but it is my choice."

"I'm proud of it."

"I have no regrets."