Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

A Primarch fell.

There were no more twists and turns, and there was no protracted war. When the golden flame wave of the Lord of Humanity swept over the surrendered betrayer, the execution ended in an instant.

Through Morgan's eyes and hands, the anger from the Emperor illuminated the darkest sky as bright as day. Even the four arrogant gods had to temporarily avoid the edge and retract their minions. Beyond the reach of the flames, a deathly silence greeted this execution performance.

There was no resistance or unexpected struggle. Although the giant snake that was still sustaining its self-devourment roared angrily the moment the flames burned its body, eager to fight back, it was already in a state of dilapidation. Naturally, its power is no match for the Lord of Humanity. Its huge body and stubborn attitude only make the burning time required for the flames to kill its soul longer.

Just as the golden flames tore apart the giant snake's body like sharp claws, Morgan, as a dependent and a first-person perspective in a sense, finally returned from that hazy state: Immediately, she She found that she seemed to be in a very magical state. She could not control her behavior, nor could she suppress the power belonging to the emperor surging in her heart, but her senses were still sharp and her pupils were still clear. .

In this way, Morgan witnessed in the most realistic state how a Primarch died, and how a being of the same level as him turned into ashes in the Emperor's silence.

This is an extremely real experience and an extremely cruel process: unconsciously. Fine cold sweat was already spread on the Lord of Avalon's neck and back, especially when she witnessed how Heydrich's body was burned and charred bit by bit under the golden flames, and finally collapsed. of.

【Is this the end? 】

Morgan muttered.

+ It's not more complicated. +

The emperor's voice was still cold, as if what he was killing was an enemy that had nothing to do with him, as if all the previous sighs, hesitations, and persuasion were just the most false pretense.

+Although Heydrich's powers are many and complex, and from a certain perspective, they can be called powerful, they are not his own powers. His real core, that is, his body and soul, has long been Abandoned by his own hands, he is now just a remnant soul, connecting all kinds of unrelated taboo existences together to piece together a final result that looks very scary. +

+ But in the face of a real test, such an existence is extremely fragile: nothing that can be given is real power. Only what you gain by personally passing the test and tempering is what you can master, the real power. strength. +

+ Moreover, more power is not always better: especially when they involve subspace, or when you cannot fully master them, those powers that exceed the limits of Q's control will in turn deprive you of your personality. Eat yourself up. +

+ What is important is not strength, but a clear self-awareness, a complete soul and a firm will: those who have these beliefs cannot lack strength. +

+ Remember this, this is very important for your future path. At the same time, you must also remember everything in front of you. Remember firmly: I will not deprive you of the memory of all this, and I will not deprive you of it. Jonson and Leman Russ, this is the reward you deserve. +

【……】

[I will, father. 】

Morgan's voice was very soft, like dead leaves floating in the cold wind. She raised a hand in a daze, feeling a certain golden element flowing in her veins: these things seemed to have always existed. Yes, but just awakened.

Somewhere in the dark, the Lord of Avalon noticed that her power had increased, but she could not tell what the specific enhancement was: she could feel that in the real universe, the large fleet had completed its evacuation, and countless deadly extermination orders were coming. Weapons were already trained on the Dead Star, awaiting final orders from the Primarch.

She could also feel that the battle between her three blood relatives was coming to an end: as Heydrich's last obsession was annihilated in the Emperor's firelight, the body of the Star God controlled by him was gradually approaching. At the end of the road, the already scarred body gradually began to struggle. The uncontrolled power of the Star God wreaked havoc on the cracked wounds. The original bodies also keenly grasped this, and their offensive momentum became unprecedentedly fierce. .

After all, even if Heydrich has fallen, once the fragments of the Star God's will that were originally suppressed by his obsession regain control of the body, the situation may become worse: at least for those who For a fleet stuck in low Earth orbit, the C'tan's power was far worse than Heydrich's.

only……

[Do you really not care about it, father? 】

Morgan moved her fingers stiffly. She felt the Emperor's power moving around her body: this power obviously did not belong to her. She only had the "right to use" rather than "ownership", but even though In this way, the Lord of Avalon can still clearly feel the power of this force. She has never faced a power that is far superior to hers so intuitively.

She was convinced that if she wanted to, she could do anything that was flashing through her mind at the moment: intervening in the battle on the Dead Star, erasing the dying struggle of those Star God fragments; approaching the more distant subspace territory, allowing The gaze of the four gods temporarily left her brother's remains; or it may set off a new subspace storm, affecting the waves of the real universe, to repel the Necron wandering outside the galaxy.

…

No, the last item is not necessary: ​​after Heydrich's obsession fell, those soulless alien fleets began to slowly disperse on their own, with only a handful of them still staying in remote places. Unable to start a new war, perhaps they are waiting to recover the remains of the Dead Star.

Obviously, for some unknown reason, these Necron armies are not willing to have any head-on conflict with the current human empire: maybe it’s because most of their war machines are still sleeping, or maybe it’s because they There is no mutual trust between them at all.

+ Let them do it without worrying about their safety: since Conrad will join it, it proves the end of everything. You have to have confidence in the results of your education, my daughter Morgan. +

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a long time before responding to Morgan's words. He had been staring at the remains burning in the golden flames, as if waiting for something, and the light like the sun did its best to shine on the farthest place. , constantly containing the tentacles of the Chaos Gods: it seemed like a confrontation, the Emperor preparing to protect something from the wrath of the gods.

+ What's more, you have to think about your brothers: they have shed enough blood and lost too much in this fight. They need a victory, even if it is not a cost-effective victory. Victory can still serve as spiritual comfort and reward. +

+ They need to kill an enemy, cut off a head, need a sign to prove their victory, end their inner obsession, and make them feel that their sacrifice and dedication are worth it: otherwise, the obsession in their heart It will take root, grow, and cause unnecessary disasters in the future. +

【……】

[I never thought you would care about these things, Father. 】

Morgan blinked, unable to contain her surprise.

+ Only when I can take care of you can I take care of your hearts: It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s not that I don’t understand, it’s that I can’t. +

The emperor spoke these words slowly. He looked a little sad. He stretched out his palm, and the pale golden light emitted a faint light like a beacon in the storm, attracting the falling dust: Morgan could feel that A mote is the last trace of a primarch's existence.

[Will you take these with you? 】

+Yes, I will take away the core parts of him and seal him in the underground vault of the Terra Palace: Everything about Heydrich is indeed an abominable tragedy, but the cause of the problem does not lie with him. , what I place on him is also correct. If I have time, I will try to fix him. +

[After he committed so many irreparable atrocities? 】

+ There is no need to worry, the real Heydrich is dead. Even if I repair it, what will be born is a new individual: of course, whether I can repair him is unknown in itself, but no matter what, I will let him have the only remaining value Get the most out of it. +

【……】

+ And the remaining parts, I will leave to you: Don't be too greedy, my daughter, you have gained enough in this war, don't look at your brothers anymore, you To delve into the power you feel now. +

+ Only what you control is the right path: plundering others may give you temporary glory, but only what you build with your own hands can last forever. +

[I understand, father. 】

In the pupils of the Lord of Avalon, there were some strange colors flashing: When Morgan completely walked out of ignorance, and when her mind became active, the momentary confusion receded like a tide. Now, the Primarch Started to care about more practical things.

[Are you planning to leave like this and erase everything about this place? 】

+ I can’t stay here for too long: there will still be people who remember this matter, but except for the three of you, no one will remember more details about this matter. Some of your brothers have already asked me to erase it. Their memories of Heydrich. +

[Let me think about it: Horus is not included in this? 】

+...+

+You always like to talk about him. +

[Isn’t it because of you: only preference will bring attention. 】

+...+

The Lord of Mankind's eyes left his extinct heirs and came to the soul of his daughter. He sadly discovered that the Morgan who made people comfortable because of his ignorance had disappeared: the original Morgan was back, and he was still the same. That tiring guy.

The Emperor sighed.

+What exactly do you want to say? +

[Just some practical issues. 】

Morgan blinked, showing that she was in a good mood: One thing the Lord of Avalon had to admit was that when the power of the Emperor surged in her heart, when the brilliance of the Lord of Mankind made the Chaos Gods When she couldn't get close to her, the Spider Queen felt an unprecedented sense of security. This feeling was like the relief of a desperate lost person who saw the light of fire symbolizing civilization in the dark night.

With this kind of relaxation, she could also start to care about other things.

[Now that the war is over, it’s time for us to think about other things: We traveled thousands of miles, fought through obstacles, and eliminated unimaginable opponents and hidden dangers. This behavior can be called a heroic feat, and it is huge. A feat worthy of honor and reward. 】

[Everyone who has merit must be rewarded, and those who have committed crimes must be punished. This is a truth that even I understand. You must also know it very well: So now, since the honor has been forgotten by everyone and cannot be mentioned, then the rewards that should be given must be more important. Richer, isn't it? 】

+...+

The Lord of Mankind was silent, holding the last few wisps of dust in his hands.

+ More than a dozen of your brothers are bleeding everywhere in the galaxy, and nineteen legions are experiencing torture in countless war purgatory: not all victories need special embellishments, and not every winner will win because of them. Come to ask for rewards for your merits. +

[Put away your words, father, I am not Jonson, you can't convince me: my brothers have their own honors, and every small victory they have will be spread to all parts of the galaxy by countless narrators and cameras. This honor is part of the reward itself. 】

[But we are different: If nothing else, do you think I don’t know what others say about me? Haven't you heard the weak rumors about the Lord of Avalon and her legions that are circulating everywhere: Some people are criticizing my legion, accusing my huge power of never bringing real benefits and greatness to the empire. victory. 】

+...+

+I thought you never cared about these false reputations. +

[I don't care, but I'm not an Ultramar fool who cares about the reputation. What's more, my descendants care about this. The lack of honor makes them frustrated: I need something more practical to make up for this. 】

+...+

[And it’s not just me: Conrad and Alpha don’t need me to worry, but Jonson and Leman Russ also paid a lot in the war. Since you want to use forgetfulness to erase everything we have done. , then you have to make it up to us with something more practical. 】

+...you? +

[There is no stronger emotion than comradeship, right? 】

+...+

+You don't need to worry about Ruth: he got the best compensation from me. +

[What about Jonson? 】

+...+

+ He never told me what he wanted: you know what? +

【……】

Morgan blinked.

【I don't know either. 】

+As expected. +

The Lord of Humanity let out a long sigh, and his eyes became ruthless when looking at the gods of chaos who were still lingering in the distance. The golden light fell, and the dazzling boiling energy was taken out from the remains of the giant beasts, and it was Placed in front of the Lord of Avalon.

Morgan raised his hands and grasped the boiling energy like a treasure.

[What exactly is this thing? 】

+You still haven’t figured it out? +

[Before this, I had guessed its identity. I thought it was a collection of souls or memories. However, as I explored the subspace more deeply, this view has become shaky: it is more like a kind of Pure subspace energy, a treasure that even the gods cannot take by force. 】

+ is right. +

The Emperor nodded as he watched Morgan stuff the boiling energy into his chest, watching to see if his heir was still feeling unwell, watching for the gods: mainly Slaanesh, who constantly cast their greedy gaze upon this place.

+ Remember, you and your brothers, each of you is incomparable and invincible: even the gods can only seduce and frame your will, forcing you with torture and pain, Instead of forcibly turning you into their slaves. +

+ As long as you remain standing, as long as you are strong and unyielding, even the gods can do nothing to you: but if you give in, if you surrender your soul, then everything will really be irreversible. +

+ Maintain your pride, protect your soul, don’t be weak, and don’t be overly paranoid like Heydrich: each of you has endless possibilities, each of you can be the best, just like me As I said before, I may indeed have a preference among you, but my expectations for each of you are the same. +

+Whether it is you, Leman Russ, or even Konrad: you all have the potential to become the best one, to become my expectation, to become the person who surpasses me. +

【……】

[Become a Warmaster? 】

+...+

+If you want: Yes. +

+But why are you so obsessed with this unimportant word? +

[Because it has become an obvious symbol: the best, the greatest, and the one most favored by you among the original bodies will become the war commander of the empire. 】

+This is not the case. +

[Maybe, but you won’t clarify this point, right: just like if Jonson didn’t say it, you would also choose to turn a blind eye and ignore the huge sacrifice of the Dark Angel Legion. 】

+...+

+You care about Jonson. +

[Yes, just like Horus will defend the Blood Angels in front of you, Fulgrim is willing to speak for the Iron Hands anytime and anywhere: Does this make you dissatisfied? 】

+No: What do you want? +

【……】

Morgan sighed.

If she could, she didn't want to discuss this issue, but she knew very well that if she didn't say anything at this time, her genius genetic father and eldest brother would remain in a strange silence and let the situation of the Dark Angel Legion Continue to rot: The First Legion can no longer afford such a torment, and now is the last chance to restore their decline.

only……

…

Shouldn't this be something that only the leader of the First Legion would consider?

Um……

Forget it: we can't really count on Zhuangson on this matter.

[You should know better than me that the number of Dark Angel Legion has been cut in half, with only more than 30,000 veterans. Although Luther has returned to Caliban, the power of Terran officials is also deeply rooted there: but even so, Zhuang Mori would not stop his crusade, and would continue to advance in the shadow of the Empire until the entire First Order was overwhelmed. 】

[Although neither the Ran Dan War nor Heydrich's madness can fundamentally destroy the Dark Angels Legion, after these two apocalyptic-level battles, high-intensity expedition operations must still be maintained for a century, and it will indeed be possible. Let the First Army completely collapse. 】

+...+

The Emperor nodded.

+I understand. +

Before Morgan could continue speaking, the Lord of Mankind followed suit.

+ I will tell Jonson that the Custodes will gradually take over a batch of Dark Angels bases, allowing those scattered Terran veterans to return to the Legion: As a reward for the war, the First Legion can also conduct a round of the highest amount on Holy Terra. Recruit troops and get a second, exclusive forge world, like Gramaya's. +

Morgan blinked. She knew that few legions could receive such an honor: since the beginning of the Great Crusade, Holy Terra was no longer the primary recruitment destination for any legion.

(The Imperial Fists should have started using Terra as a recruiting ground after Dorn became the Imperial Guard of Terra. That was already at the end of the Great Crusade. Before that, the Imperial Fists preferred to recruit troops in Invite or [Conquered]. 】, recruit recruits for your own legion.)

+ In addition, I will also ask Malcador to issue an order to bring back the Terran officials on Caliban in an orderly manner, grant Luther real power, and Caliban the power to act expediently: Since you are so optimistic about that Luther, then Let us look forward to his performance. +

[Aren’t you going to order Johnson to rest on his home planet for a while? 】

+ Not every order of mine will be absolutely carried out by him: and some things are indeed up to him. This is his glory and his burden. +

+ Compared with these, if you really care about his situation, it is better to share part of your research with him: it doesn’t take much, just the first three advanced surgeries are enough to restore the decline of the Dark Angel Legion. Can even affect more legions. +

【……】

Morgan frowned.

[I can indeed share, but I also have concerns: leaking my research to the outside world will bring about some unexpected results, such as the countless Primaris Astartes armies from Ultramar. 】

+Are you afraid of Guilliman? +

[Avalon is close to the five hundred worlds: just be prepared. 】

+...+

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+You'd better do this and trust Jonson's level of confidentiality+

【……】

+ But besides this, you may also keep your other little secrets, both present and future: your brothers Jonson and Ferrus received gifts from me and protected them, while you though It's not available, but you can get it yourself. +

The emperor changed the subject.

+ If you want, you can also go to Holy Terra after this war: your brothers have had similar experiences, and you should not be an exception. In addition, your legion can also go to Holy Terra. And in the solar star field, conduct the highest priority round of recruitment, and get the privilege of recruiting troops in any world in the galaxy. +

[Including Five Hundred Worlds? 】

+...+

+ In addition, although I cannot give you a reward like Gramaya, the [Triple Galaxy] in the Far Eastern Star Region is yours. As for the Titan Legion or the Knight Family, it depends on your own abilities. +

+How? +

【……】

【make a deal. 】

+ So be it. +

The Emperor gave a final sigh. The conversation with Morgan seemed more exhausted than the entire Apocalypse War. Then he clenched his hand and imprisoned the son who had disappointed him in his soul. His deep gaze broke away from the previous price reduction and bargaining, and focused on the giant beast that almost caused a big disaster for the last time. It was as dull as the abyss, making it unclear what he was thinking.

He looked at the mess. The stalwart figure seemed to have stooped at a certain moment, but then it seemed that he did not. There seemed to be a drop of hot gold dripping on that resolute face, but no one could see the traces of tears.

+Go back. +

he said.

+They will take care of everything. +

The emperor pointed at the still huge beast corpse. This monster created by Heydrich could not even be solved immediately by the Lord of Humanity, but the scavengers were already impatient: in the golden wave At the very edge, the gods of chaos were greedy in silence, their claws and teeth were sharp, and they were drooling uncontrollably in the void.

The Lord of Humanity looked at them from a distance. He stood in front of Morgan, using light to block the gods' desire to look at the Primarch. His gloomy face wrote his heart: This time, the Lord of Humanity had to admit his Failure, the gods only had the simplest plunder, and then destroyed his attempt, silently mocking the challenger's arrogant fantasy with a grand killing spree.

This time, he lost.

But next time, that may not be the case.

+ The world of the behemoth will be shattered by the fleet, the soul of the behemoth will be swallowed by the gods, and the remains of the behemoth will be dragged away by the aliens. Everything is over, and we are not staying in this place. reason. +

+ After this, I will not order any ships from the empire to come here. Places outside the Star Torch are still too dangerous for current humans. +

Morgan nodded. She did not deny the emperor's point of view, but there was still a trace of doubt in her pupils.

[Is it really safe to leave everything to those Chaos Evil Gods like this? 】

+ There is no need to worry, Chaos covets the power and filth on the corpse, the ecstasy and distortion when eating this half-grown fellow, rather than what benefit this thing can really bring to them: the gods have always been moody. , they are accustomed to putting emotions above reality. +

The emperor whispered, and he put away his light. As the golden flames gradually receded, the madness from the depths of the supreme sky swept in like a storm. The Lord of Humanity had to wave his hand to disperse those who were too close. Darkness protects his still fragile offspring.

+ Moreover, they have to know the benefits, after all, your brother... +

——————

"He is dead."

Conrad spoke slowly: This was not confusion and rhetorical questions, but relief.

"Heydrich, he's dead."

"..."

"He should have died a long time ago."

The only answer to Conrad was a long silence and a roar of metal, and after a period of silence, there was an angry spurn from the Caliban.

"...Is it Morgan?"

On the other side, the Wolf King of Fenris clenched his Dionysian Spear, stood up unsteadily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not forget to care about the injuries of his blood relatives around him: What’s funny is, The Spear of Dionysus, which has always been in opposition to Heydrich's Star God body, is now more "neat" than any Primarch.

"Not Morgan."

Conrad raised his head, carefully feeling the fluctuations in the subspace.

"It was a more powerful figure: he drove a power that Morgan could not match, ended all this chaos, and killed the last few obsessions of our brothers."

"...All father?!"

Leman Russ roared hoarsely, while Zhuangson's brows trembled unconsciously.

"Emperor? He is here?"

"No, he's gone."

Midnight Ghost shook his head. His eyes looking at the subspace were a little confused, but he quickly returned to his firmness. Then, he lowered his head and took out the item that once aroused his interest from the tattered cloak. The box he was arguing with Jonson: The deadly weapon lay quietly inside, emitting a dim light that even the Primarch was afraid of.

The eyes of the Lion King and the Wolf King moved over involuntarily, but Conrad just dragged his tired body and moved little by little: when passing by Leman Russ, he looked at the Fenrisian rather vaguely. After one glance, the two Primarchs nodded in agreement.

So, Midnight Ghost walked up to Zhuang Sen and put the box into Zhuang Sen's hand without any explanation.

"I told you, Johnson: If the key to the war really falls into your hands, then I will naturally give this weapon to you, and now I am here to fulfill my promise."

"Take it and use it to crush that symbol of corruption. We need someone to deliver the final blow to mark the end of this war: you are the most qualified to deliver this blow, Zhuang. Sen, your sacrifice is obvious to all of us."

"Thank you, my brother Caliban."

"..."

Conrad grinned, and his Nostramo-like smile remained unchanged. It was still extremely penetrating: but despite this, this time, Jonson really couldn't get over Conrad's smile. There was the slightest hint of malice on his face, or in his words.

Caliban's limbs were almost stiff as Conrad forced the weapon into his hand, until Leman Russ also walked over with difficulty and patted Jonson on the shoulder with a smile. Only then did Wang react.

"..."

The lion's eyes were deep. He glanced at Conrad, then at Leman Russ. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just nodded, then grasped the deadly blade tightly, turned around and walked up.

In the darkness, the blade once prepared for the Spider Queen fell to the ground at some point, but no one paid attention to it. Behind Zhuang Sen, the Fenrisian voice carried the cold wind of confusion. , can be heard clearly by everyone in the room.

"Is Quanfu here?"

Conrad nodded.

"Yes."

"..."

"He took away...that guy?"

"……Yes."

"..."

The Wolf King was silent for a moment.

"What is the father going to do: is he going to forgive this bastard?"

"..."

"I have no idea."

This is Conrad.

"I do not care."

This is Jonson.

The two answers exploded in the empty hall almost at the same time. Then, only the icy cold wind echoed, and only the Primarch of the First Legion clenched the blade and came to the struggling body, eager to use the ancient sword. God's madness came to save the relic of defeat.

The Lion King raised the blade, and the light on the edge made the fragments of the Star God tremble, remembering how their greatness was shattered by these lights countless years ago.

Zhuang Sen did not give these ancient gods a chance to continue their desperate struggle. His movements were clean and neat, the blade swung down, and with a flash of cold light, he tore into the neck of the prey like a hunting lion. In an instant, everything was over.

"I don't care what my father did."

"The Emperor may forgive him, maybe repair him, maybe let this guy come to the world again in another way: in any case, that is not something I need to care about, I only care about what the Emperor orders me to do , and will not care about what the Emperor himself has done."

"..."

"..."

"Maybe one day, the Emperor will really forgive Heydrich."

"..."

"But I won't."

"Never, never."

…

Hmm...how do I put it...

Originally I didn't post this one so early, but the comment section of the previous one started getting quarrelsome, so I had to hurry up and finish this one.

Regarding your questions... emmm, I admit that my recent writing is indeed wrong. In fact, I feel very uncomfortable writing it. I just feel that ending this plot hastily is no different from ending it, so I can only force myself to write...

Luckily it passed...

But there is one thing I must explain: in yesterday’s picture, Heydrich was already dead! Whether it's [the flames that can kill him] or [the last words in his life], I think this hint is obvious enough. I just don't want his death to be too ugly. I wrote it more tactfully, but he is He did die yesterday (covering face)

As for the argument in the previous picture, it was just hospice care from the Primarch, a treatment even Conrad received.

In fact, he died last month. The problem is that I had a cold and high fever two days ago and was in an explosive state, so I had to postpone it until this time...

Well...my pot...

Finally, once again push the group: 684947131, the group name is currently Guilliman’s little secret (music)