Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Killing.

Under the scarlet stars, Morgan repeated this move.

It was easy for her, a part of her seemed born for this purpose.

The endless steel storm envelops tens of thousands of wreckage and blades, and with the fingertips of the Heartless, it runs rampant among the flesh and blood, strangling all the skulls and blood in an instant, leaving only one piece. A wasteland so deathly silent that one can shudder.

Behind the invincible storm giant is an endless snare of whispers and contemptuous laughter. Countless Randan warriors, the most powerful and outstanding warriors, lowered their heads amidst this invisible ridicule and bewitchment. The deadly gun was pointed at the comrades beside him.

Slaughter and massacre were heard on the same land, and the alien blasphemous blood flowed thousands of miles amidst the fierce wind and crazy sounds of fighting, carving out a flat road to hell among the continuous corpses, just like a long scarlet road. , greeting the conquerors all the way.

But Hector just walked on this bloody road full of pungent smell.

As a squire, as a soldier, as...

Mount?

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Until a certain moment, when Hector's footsteps finally reached the edge of the most spectacular fortress, he stopped involuntarily, and then knelt on the ground on one knee.

Then, there was a rustling sound on his back, followed by the crisp sound of riding boots stepping on the blood pool. He felt that the noble lady moved her arms almost lazily, smoothing them out casually. Those obstructive mountains of corpses before them

At this moment, Hector wished beyond belief that he would be a hidden psyker.

He couldn't help but raise his head.

Then I felt suffocated.

It is obviously just a thin figure, but it makes people feel that there is a towering god standing in it.

In other words, maybe there really is some unimaginable monster standing behind her, so powerful and so eye-catching that even a person like him without any [talent] can sense it clearly.

Hector took a deep breath, smelling burning and charcoal.

He knows what it is.

Behind them is the kingdom of flames.

When Hector, or in other words, when Morgan's footsteps leave every piece of land, everything will burn, and will be turned into ashes, into dust, into A desolate place where even the most experienced warriors can't find the slightest clue.

As they walked along, the flames they ignited had already turned thousands of miles of land into a heaven of fire. The blazing light could be seen clearly even in the void. Millions of alien corpses were in this monstrous spirit. It continued to twist and shrink in the fire of energy, and finally turned into a charred black body with no intelligence value.

Hector's instinct told him that this silver-haired lady was hiding something, and she was hiding something openly in front of him.

But soon, he lowered his head and didn't think about anything.

He knew that he might have to adapt to this state in the future.

[Get up. 】

[You don’t have to be so reserved. 】

He heard laughter, a laughter wrapped in a hint of warmth under the cold appearance, telling the heart that was not good at expressing under the cold appearance.

His blood told him so.

Hector stood up, without saying anything or asking anything, just like a deaf-mute knight, quietly following the steps of the silver-haired lady.

He saw her waving her hand, and a soothing wind circulated in the air. It gently blew over the seemingly indestructible permanent fortress. The high walls and fortresses were like sand under the huge waves. Like castles, they collapsed to the ground one after another. Broken stones and alien skulls rolled down to the ground with a gurgling sound.

They passed through layers of collapsing walls, passed through Ran Dan's army that was no longer making any noise, walked on roads paved with weapons and firearms, passed through harvest traps dotted with fortresses and gunpoints, and stood in the barracks. He was moving forward peacefully in the city of blood and tears composed of warehouses, warehouses and squares, until those twisted towers and palaces gradually occupied Hector's field of vision.

Everything is so quiet.

It was so quiet that it made him... afraid.

The Astartes should not be afraid.

The pure black walls reflect two silver shadows. The sound of wind between these high barriers is always particularly shrill, with wailing sounds and cold souls, as if a group of beasts are being chewed wantonly by unimaginable monsters.

Hector's eyes moved to the silver figure some distance in front of him.

Maybe it was an illusion: she seemed stronger, more suffocating and awe-inspiring, as if some switch was being activated uncontrollably.

But the next moment, the terrifying atmosphere disappeared again, as if everything was just an illusion.

Hector felt a trance, and in this sudden trance, they had arrived in front of the seemingly endless stairs.

【...eating...】

He heard the low sigh.

[Maybe I need a chef. 】

Hector subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, and then heard a laugh.

【No, it’s not you...】

Morgan smiled, and a bright light slowly emerged from the staff in her hand. She raised it high into the sky and sent out a silent message.

【let's go. 】

[Remember to be respectful to my main course. 】

"..."

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Don't think about anything, Hector.

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Morgan did not continue to climb the steps and entered the hall occupied by the [Manipulator].

She turned around, returned to her son, uttered a whisper, and a burst of silver light enveloped the two of them. When the light dissipated, they still appeared in the blood pool. This was the gate of the fortress, and they could even You can clearly see the remains of the fortress that was destroyed by Morgan's whispers.

Hector's confusion was written on his face, but Morgan was not interested in paying attention to it. She had one last step to take, which was the last etiquette before eating.

This etiquette stems from a very simple reality.

A [Controllable Alpha Level Psyker].

An [Astartes Warrior].

Such a combination is obviously unable to kill all the way through Ran Dan's battle formations and then destroy a fortress filled with Ran Dan warriors.

She needed a reason, a reason to make her gluttonous feast reasonable and trivial.

It's not difficult.

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Of course, a psyker and an Astartes joining forces could not wipe out the tens of thousands of alien hordes.

But what if the one who takes action is the [Manipulator] who controls the souls of all aliens and is theoretically dying, but no one knows its true situation?

On the verge of death, no matter how absurd the behavior is, it is understandable and acceptable, not to mention...

The evidence is overwhelming.

A malicious smile spread across Morgan's face.

She stretched out her palm and held tens of thousands of souls in her fingertips. These wailing souls that had not yet had time to be swallowed were kneaded by her into a bullet that meant frame-up and falsehood, and she shot it at that person. In the fortress.

no doubt.

It hit.

Then, Morgan turned his head.

She had one last little thing to sort out.

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【You seem to have something to ask me? 】

【My bloodline. 】

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Morgan turned around.

She stepped on a vast ocean of countless blood, with scarlet spots densely spread between her riding boots and skirt, like a pale god standing in the realm of corpses.

Her hair is bathed in the night sky, dotted with the countless rays of light emitted when countless giant steel beasts fight each other to death. It is presented in the most intense and crazy collision between light and darkness. This endless fighting is engraved on her hair. Between each strand of hair, colorless blood and tears were left at the earlobe and the bottom of the hair.

Just like this, she was bathed in the infinite light of scarlet and pitch black, igniting her blue blood.

She is so short.

But when Hector couldn't help but kneel down when she asked this question.

She is naturally tall.

She is so tall.

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Admitted!

She admitted it!

She finally admitted it!

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At this moment, all thoughts turned into blank.

Hector knelt on the ground, kneeling uncontrollably. He lowered his head, and the only reason he had left prevented him from putting down his sword.

He fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

What did he want to ask?

He wanted to ask too many questions.

He didn't know what to ask.

He could only breathe deeply and feel the respect and surrender from the heart.

He enjoyed it very much.

He is suppressing himself. He has been suppressing it with silence and doubt, and suppressing it with the last trace of disbelief, but now, all this is meaningless.

He lowered his head over the blade, showing his most obvious gesture of surrender.

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A genetic mother?

Maybe it's not worse.

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Morgan waited.

Wait patiently.

Until the heavy breathing finally ended, until he finally raised his head.

From this perspective, her offspring is even somewhat handsome.

She lowered her eyes and waited for the question.

"The legion is broken, just like the scattered stars in the world."

"We need you... mother..."

He wanted to say something else, but Morgan held out a finger and silenced everything.

【Like stars. 】

[You and I are both stars, aren't we? It's just that I am a star, more dazzling, and my son is like a planet or meteor. It seems dim and dull, but in reality, he is still a star, still indestructible and invincible. 】

"Can……"

[Is the division of the legion due to the scarcity of soldiers, leaving new blood nowhere to be found? 】

"……no."

[Is it because the strength is declining and the soldiers are tired, so they are unable to win more victories? 】

"……no."

[Is it because they are torn apart, each holding his own, fighting overtly and secretly with each other, and the whole group has no leader? 】

Hector breathed, not knowing how to answer.

Morgan bent down and whispered like the most sincere advice and reminder.

[Look, that’s it. 】

【What do you expect me to do? Unite? Regulation? Or just one word? 】

[I would never do that, and I would never force it on any of my children. 】

【You and I are both stars. 】

Morgan laughed again.

[Of course, this doesn’t mean that I can’t wait and look forward to it. 】

[I look forward to an heir, a star that can burn me. When I am involved in the farthest place by those unspeakable bonds and tasks, I hope that my heir will not wait there, confused. 】

[Someone has to take responsibility, and someone has to be able to respond to my expectations. 】

[Now, do you know why you are the only one who still retains all the memories, Hector? 】

She listened to the gradually heavier breathing, and even the gloomiest heart was smiling.

[Remember, Hector. 】

【My child, my star. 】

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【I choose you. 】

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The steel boots stepped on the ground and came into the hall.

"My lord."

The dark angel shrouded in black robe lowered his head and surrendered to the giant in the center of the hall.

"We received a psychic message from Randan's Battle Moon. It has been confirmed that it was sent by the mortal senior advisor of the Fifteenth Legion Task Force. She is an Alpha-level psyker. There is a letter of assurance from Lord Magnus.”

【what did she say? 】

The voice was deep, containing some kind of savage power from the deep forest.

"A positioning, and..."

"Warmaster, here."

Breathing heavily.

The next moment, Dark Angel felt some kind of aura of war coming towards his face.

[Nemir. 】

"My lord."

[Gather five hundred people. 】