Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Father, it's me, I'm Sevatar, we've arrived."

"Yes, our aircraft landed six hours ago. As per your instructions, no one in the area was alerted: the entire Nukeria is plagued by a counter-insurgency war, and no one will even look to the sky."

"We have determined the location of the mission target. The rebel army razed a local city called [Hozan] to the ground just three weeks ago, and they did not leave a single person alive, whether they were nobles or civilians. They were slaughtered by this army, and finally the entire city was burned to the ground: Therefore, their reputation in this world is not good. People call them thugs and bandits, or simply call them "city devourers" .”

"In addition, it is said that they did all this in just one Nucerrian day: if converted to Holy Terra time, it is about thirty-one Terra standard hours."

"However, this also brought a lot of trouble to the city-devourers. After they massacred Hawthorne City, the local ruling class of Nukeria, calling themselves [High-level Riders], began to mobilize all their resources. Military power wants to completely kill the city-devourers: according to the latest intelligence we have collected, regular armies, mercenaries and militias across the world have been mobilized, and high-level riders have recruited, purchased or threatened those they can find. All the power."

"Four days ago, the city devourers had been forced into a deserted snow-capped mountain with cliffs. It was winter now, and they could not get any supplies there: it was said that when they first raised their troops, they had a total of There were hundreds of gladiators, but they kept losing numbers along the way, but there was no new blood to replenish the team. Before entering the snow-capped mountains, there were only less than sixty people."

"All the armies belonging to the high-level riders are gathering towards this snowy mountain. I have witnessed their military power, and I have also seen the conflict between the high-level riders and the city-devourers: according to my personal estimation, these The rebels may not be able to hold on for another week, and they have been pushed to the end. It is only because these high-level riders are afraid of their death struggle that the war has been dragged out until now."

"Yes, father, we are now next to this snow-capped mountain, on a hill. At the end of our field of vision is the camp of the high-level riders: I am directing the team to set up a temporary camp and observation post, and Naraka And Tovatol followed your orders, went into the mountain, and took away a few city-devourers."

"Don't worry, father. I've already told them to be more careful: Naraka and Tovatore are both trustworthy battle brothers. They even brought a few more battle brothers with them to ensure nothing goes wrong."

"..."

"Wait, father."

"I've seen them: everyone is still there, and they have four with them..."

"Um?"

"...Wait, father, please wait here for a moment."

#Noisy Channel Switching#

"Naraka, can you hear the sound? Naraka? I am Sevatar."

"I repeat, I am Sevatar."

"Who is that behind you?"

#Sudden memories of noisy screams and curses#

#Sevita’s breathing: getting more and more tense and sharp#

#uneasysilence#

"……Grass!"

"What the fuck was that!"

"Naraka, can you hear me?"

"Naraka, I am Sevatar."

"Listen to me: throw the stuff away, I mean throw the fucking stuff off your shoulders, I don't know what's behind you, but he's almost catching up to you! Hurry up and throw the stuff away Throw it away!”

"Run! Run the hell away!"

"Don't look back! Don't look back! Run! Run, all of you!"

"Throw those guys away! We'll pick them up later. Don't run as planned! Run in the direction of the high-level riders! Lead him there, and you can escape here in the chaos... Wait, I'm going now I’ll pick you up.”

#Extremely distant roar#

"Grass!"

"Naraka, didn't you fucking hear me? I told you to throw away your things, you guys, run back to me quickly! I'll chase that guy later..."

"Fuck! What is that! What is he lifting?"

"..."

"Tank? Huh?!"

"Fuck! Run! Run! Run!"

"What the hell is that!!!"

"Naraka! Run! Run the hell away!"

#Noisy current sound#

#Heavy objects falling to the ground, iron boots stepping on the ground, emergency assembly whistles and obscene words#

# sound fades away #

#terrifying roar#

#……silence#

#Monotonous current sound#

…

#No information#

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【……】

"..."

【so……】

[What is the final fate of Seveta's team: Given the importance you attach to him, you can't just throw him into such a dangerous place without any confidence. 】

"You don't need to worry about that."

Midnight Ghost leaned carelessly on the chair. He put the weight of his waist on the armrest on the left side, and simply put one foot on the armrest on the other side. His left arm supported his head and long hair. The free right hand was playing with the infamous relic of the Dark Ages with great interest.

"The one you are listening to now is the voice communication that Savita sent me six hours ago. Then, he sent me another one two hours ago, reporting them to me. Safe: All members of the team survived, and not only did they retreat to a safer area, they even had the energy to take away the four city-devourers."

[They got rid of Angron? 】

"They led Angron to the camp of the high-ranking riders: although our brother defeated the slave owners' army, he also lost the opportunity to track my heirs."

"You don't need to worry about my reliable Prince of Crows, sister: no matter which future it is in, Sevita, or even everyone in this team, their fate will not end in Nukeria."

Conrad smiled mockingly.

"Just in case, I didn't even tell them what happened on Nukyria, or that our brothers were up there: I just revealed to the leading warriors that they might encounter An opponent [at the same level as me].”

[This disclosure of yours is useless judging from the results. 】

"Who knows."

The primarch shook his head.

"After all, fate is forbidden knowledge: the more you know, the more you suffer from it."

[Latest insights? 】

Morgan snorted.

"It was there a long time ago."

Conrad licked his lips, retracted his arms amid these emotions, no longer played with the relic in his hand, but put it against his sharp chin, meditating for a while.

"But it wasn't until recently that I fully figured this out."

"..."

"This stuff tastes pretty weird."

I saw Midnight Ghost frowning, and the words in his throat changed from deep insights to strange sharpness: Before the sarcasm landed, the Primarch's slender arms had already thrown the thing in his palm in front of Morgan. On the table, there was a ping-pong sound.

Take a closer look: the artificial creation shows a dangerous sharp light, but underneath the fierce appearance is extremely delicate metal flesh and bones. Dozens of smooth tendrils of black agent that are definitely not organic matter are intertwined with each other, telling an indescribable story. The ugliness and madness.

[Butcher's Nail: Of course it smells bad. 】

Morgan's thin lips curled up slightly, showing a tired smile.

[However, it is still a legacy of the Dark Ages. Don’t be fooled by its appearance and function. Conrad: After so many years of research, I found that this little thing is far from as simple as it looks. 】

The original body leaned forward, her fingers picked up the butcher's nail that Conrad had discarded, held it in her palm, and shook it.

[My Mechanicus friends on Ryza, Corinth and Tigres have helped me research this gadget: they said that according to the records of the Mechanicus, this kind of butcher nail is also called the Heartbreaker, Its kind can even be placed in the secret cellar of Mars, and it is the kind of sacred object that the believers of Omnissiah only dare to look at from a distance but dare not play with. 】

[What’s more: the Butcher’s Nails on Nuceria are even more exquisite than those preserved on Mars. Our brothers are really being ruined. 】

"I'm not surprised at all."

Conrad sniffed, his brows like gentle hills.

"I'm more curious about another point: you actually know how to study the Butcher's Nails?"

[It’s just a hobby. 】

Morgan smiled.

[I like to study these weird little things as a way to relieve stress: Although it has been ten years since I got this Butcher’s Nail, it was only in the past few months that I started to study this kind of thing seriously. . 】

[After all, in my mind, there are many more terrifying things than this thing: Don’t forget how many dirty souls from Comoros I have swallowed, and the basics they carry in their brains Technology is far beyond what Butcher Nail can match. 】

[With the help of these bastards from the Comoros: I have almost mastered the art of butcher's nails: after all, this is just a small object. 】

The Primarch pursed his lips and played with the relic from the Dark Ages lightly.

[It is not difficult to create it, and it is not impossible to transform it. However, if Angron is really deeply embedded in the brain by the Butcher's Nail, as you said, then I will not be able to remove the nail. Take it out. 】

"I'm afraid the Emperor will be disappointed."

Conrad smiled without surprise.

"Is there nothing you can do?"

【……】

[It’s not like there’s none at all…]

Morgan's voice was low: very low, as if she was completely unsure of what she was going to say next.

The Midnight Ghost just looked at his sisters in silence: silent and expectant, with an inexplicable trust shining in his pupils, which even surpassed the Spider Queen's confidence in herself.

"So, you have a solution."

This is an affirmative sentence.

【I can only try it. 】

After a long silence, Morgan chose to sigh: she took a piece of paper from the hand of Virgo on the side, then quickly wrote a row of words on it, and then forcefully stuffed it into the hands of Midnight Ghost.

[According to the calculation of the voyage, you still have enough time to help me complete the matter on paper before we arrive at that damn Nuceria. Conrad: After the conversation, you can go and do it for me immediately. . 】

"Is this why you called me here?"

【if not? 】

"It's really arrogant..."

Conrad clicked his tongue in surprise and glanced at the contents of the note casually.

"Hmm...what does this have to do with them?"

[Go if you are told to go. 】

"Okay, okay...but..."

"How can I be sure that they will definitely appear at the location you marked?"

[Guilliman has followed my request and sent maps of all the star systems that have been attacked in this space in recent times. I will fax it to you later. It has detailed descriptions: These planets They are not far apart. If you and your heir act quickly, you will be able to do it in time. 】

"……All right."

"But you can tell me: does this have anything to do with your plan?"

[I can’t tell you now. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[You are only responsible for a small part of it, Conrad: I have also delegated more things to other people: Haven't you noticed that Lord Trazin is the overlord of the Necrons? Have you been missing from my ship for a while? 】

"He's the second helper?"

[Not really a helper: I just completed a transaction with it, and the price was clearly marked. It should be setting off from its museum now, taking the fastest spaceship, trying to catch up with our expedition fleet. 】

[When it delivers its goods, I will have the confidence to proceed with my plan. 】

"I guess I shouldn't be curious."

Midnight Ghost pursed his lips and smiled.

"Destiny is forbidden knowledge: the more you know, the more you suffer from it."

"I should abide by that too."

【……indeed. 】

Morgan was silent and nodded.

"..."

"But in your heart, you are still curious about one thing, right?"

Conrad stared at his sister: he soon noticed something strange about Morgan.

"What do you want me to answer, Morgan?"

【I would like to know……】

The Lord of Avalon didn't hesitate.

[How does the Blood God on the Brass Throne pay attention to Angron? 】

"……What?"

[Does it care about Angron? Will you protect him at all costs? 】

"……Ah!"

Morgan's question made Conrad's face freeze for a moment, but soon he answered his sister with a sharp laugh: Even without any words, the laughter itself was already the best answer.

But even so, Conrad still bent down, stared into the eyes of the Lord of Avalon, and asked a rhetorical question.

"Think about it, Morgan."

"What is the attitude of the Lord of Change towards Magnus, whom he chose?"

"Summary it in one word?"

【……plaything. 】

Morgan barely hesitated, and her answer was met with applause from Conrad.

"Yes, that's right: playthings."

"You can cherish it, you can attach importance to it, you can spend a lot of money for it, but in essence, it is just a plaything taken by force to satisfy your own evil taste: Magnus and Angron are completely controlled Isn’t your destiny the best proof?”

"So, why do you think that this Blood God and the Lord of Change are different: they are both evil gods, and they are both the same bastards in the subspace. If the changer is to Magnus, let's just say If he still cares about it, we can know the Blood God’s attitude towards Angron just by looking at this thing.”

Konrad smiled and took the Butcher's Nail from his sister's hand.

"Do you know what it's for?"

[In the dark age of technology, the activation implant used to activate synthetic humans. 】

"That's right."

Conrad nodded.

"Think about it, Morgan. For the Blood God who abides by the laws of blood and war, what is the greatest significance to a Primarch like Angron: not a war general, nor a chief killer, the Brass Throne There is never a shortage of these guys under his command.”

"What the Blood God really lacks is someone to rely on in the mortal world, someone he can control when he wants to intervene in the war in the real universe out of interest: just like those mortals who control in video games The same game character."

"It will work hard to get this character, fight monsters and level up, and it will also equip this character with the best equipment, but in essence, this character is just a plaything in its eyes: this is Angron's role in blood. place in God’s eyes.”

"As for the Butcher's Nail, when it was designed, it was used to turn on the switch for the synths, and now, it is just the switch used by the Blood God to turn on the game character Angron: when the Brass Throne When it wants to intervene in the mortal world, it only needs to press the Butcher's Nail to control its game character [Angron]. Just like humans in the past, it only needs to press the Butcher's Nail to control those synthetic weapons. Just like people.”

"This is the entire meaning and value of Angron to the Blood God."

"The Blood God thinks that he is the body that the Blood God plays in the human world."

"The Blood God doesn't want to. He is a killer who, driven by the Butcher's Nail, works diligently to harvest skulls and blood for the Blood God: whether he wants to do these things or not."

"Do you think this is taken seriously?"

【……】

【Doesn’t count. 】

"so……"

【so. 】

Morgan laughed.

[This is good for us. 】