Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Why do you all say that there is a sun in the sky above Comoros? ]

[Is this a metaphor? ]

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For Eldar, this lunch with the Primarch was a little beyond his control from the moment it started: although the Eldar prophet was not arrogant enough to think that he could control a living demigod, he had already signed his will before setting up this banquet.

Facing the sharpest claws of the Emperor, one must be prepared to die.

Eldar knew this very well.

After all, unlike the inherent impression in the minds of ordinary people: although the existing Eldar in the galaxy, no matter what species, whether living in Comoros or the wilderness, have more or less inherited the incredible arrogance and prejudice of their imperial ancestors, for these remaining old overlords, seeking benefits and avoiding harm is also an instinct in their bones.

What's more, these aliens are often very sharp-sighted. They can accurately judge the strength of the other party relative to themselves at the first sight of meeting, and then calmly act accordingly: when they are arrogant, they can be arrogant to the sky, and when they are humble, they can make people feel that they are well-mannered, elegant and amiable.

This is not impossible, because even in the ancient empire when the Eldar looked down on the world, there was still a strict hierarchical society within this dominant race, which was not much better than the former Necrontyr Empire: even in the era when the Eldar Empire controlled the entire galaxy and material wealth was extremely abundant, slavery was still popular in the core areas of the Eldar's rule, and many slaves were even Eldar.

Flattery and fawning, even among the Eldar, this is also a long-standing and profound knowledge: especially when the object is a gene Primarch.

(According to the memories of the future Dark Eldar Overlord Victor, it was a lowly slave that would be sacrificed to the gods in its early years, but fortunately, the time when it was sacrificed just happened to coincide with the awakening of Slaanesh...)

The Eldars, with their unique and critical eyes, regard humans as monkeys in the forest, and have never been afraid to call them that. Astartes and the Custodes may be able to reach a higher level. After all, these seemingly inferior biologically modified warriors can often create miracles of varying sizes: especially those of them who do not wear helmets, have just made mistakes, and can only fight in close combat, such as the Master Chief.

But the Primarchs are different. Even in the eyes of the Eldars, they are demigods, great warriors who can keep pace with the Phoenix Lords: perhaps there were Eldars who were so arrogant that they thought they could be compared with the Primarchs, but after several not-so-intense battles with the Human Empire Fleet during the Great Crusade, such remarks gradually disappeared.

Of course, there was also a contribution from Adalard: after all, it was he who personally sent several important figures of Comoros to the Spider Queen in front of the Yemenga Monolith, and then watched how this [not good at close combat] emperor's son turned them all into boiled chicken.

This incident directly led to the entire Dark Eldar tending to avoid the fleet of the Human Empire during the Great Crusade, and only carried out some daily looting in the most marginal corners: and by the way, Adalard was completely beaten into a mortal enemy.

However, this kind of achievement does not need to be told to others: especially the person involved.

Adalard put his left hand behind his back, and his index finger and thumb rubbed each other nervously. The Eldar's innate keen perception made it realize that the Primarch was out of shape a few seconds ago: Morgan seemed not very interested in the words of the prophet, and was thinking about something in the distant time and space.

But the prophet always felt something was wrong. He spent two seconds thinking about whether to interrupt the Primarch's meditation, until he found a hand on his shoulder: a noble incarnation wearing golden scales, the spokesperson of the God of Laughter in the Harlequin Troupe, had unknowingly come to the side of the Eldar prophet and shook his head imperceptibly at it.

Aidalad understood everything and shut his mouth obediently.

After a few seconds, before the Dawnbreaker guards behind the Primarch gradually realized that something was wrong, the Spider Queen suddenly woke up from her meditation. Her eyes were blurred for a moment, and it seemed that she had just completed a long journey. On the right hand side, where the fruit peels were originally placed, there was another strange fragment unknowingly. Aidalad just thought it was there from the beginning.

It closed its mouth and waited for Morgan to bring up a new topic again.

Then, the Primarch mentioned [Black Sun].

"Black Sun?"

The prophet's eyebrows twitched quickly.

Why did she ask this?

Despite this, Adalard still dutifully explained.

"Black Sun, it means literally."

"Above the main city of Comoros, there is a star in its prime, it is called the Wandering Shadow that Tears the Careless, and in each branch city outside the main city, there are often several dying stars hanging, they are collectively called Ilmaya or Black Sun, used to provide lighting, energy and stabilize the space dimension."

[Star? ]

"That's right: the Eldar Empire dragged these stars into the Webway."

[Hiss...]

The Primarch took a breath.

She shook off Adalard and silently took notes in her mind: A Webway center like Comoros can actually accommodate multiple stars?

What is this concept?

You know, even the smallest star in the Milky Way is as big as Saturn in the solar system, and one Saturn is equivalent to more than 830 Holy Terras.

(These data are taken from reality)

And for such an existence, Comoros's webway can actually squeeze in [multiple]: Even if this place is not representative, the scale of the webway can be seen.

The Spider Queen had to overturn some of her previous ideas in her heart. She originally thought that the so-called webway was just a passage, which could only pass giant ships like the Queen of Glory: But she never thought that the webway would be such a huge product.

Does her dear gene father really know what kind of project he has contracted?

This kind of thing can't even be described as a spectacle: What's more...

Spectacles are harmful to the country! Your Majesty!

Morgan felt that every nerve in her brain was rolling on the ground in pain, especially when she thought that the Emperor not only wanted to repair the Webway, but also to develop it, and the only resource he had was a patchwork human empire. As for the relevant technical capabilities...

Hmm...

It's quite like the style of ancient sages...

What kind of thing is he thinking about?

The Primarch rubbed his eyebrows painfully. After a long time, she looked at the Eldar prophet across the table with some helplessness: Aidalad was shaking the water in the cup, patiently waiting for Morgan to resume the topic. It seemed that it had already known that the Primarch had completed a meeting with a certain god, but had no interest in finding out.

"Then may I ask if the knowledge I gave you has helped you?"

[Accept my thanks. 】

The Primarch forced out a smile, and it was at this moment that the subspace fluctuations around her completely subsided. Xigochi's figure and influence completely left Morgan. Noticing this, the Primarch hurriedly erected a high wall in her heart: because a breath that made her hair stand on the ground was on the way.

It came very quickly.

Everyone was affected.

The Dawnbreakers standing at the outermost edge were the least affected. They just felt a little itchy on their scalps. Their attention, which was originally tense due to high tension, was suddenly disturbed by an inexplicable confusion. Many people's guns even deviated: the hurricane of the subspace turned a blind eye to these warriors, and they were at most a little confused in their hearts.

On the other side, the reaction of the clown troupe was much more intense. Almost everyone clenched their swords. The characters who played Asun, Bloody Kane and Isa roared angrily. On the contrary, the unicorns who represented Slaanesh on the stage took a few steps back in silence and quickly disappeared in the chaotic crowd.

Before the gods standing at the front could react, they were knocked to the ground by the agitation in their souls. Their already gorgeous costumes underwent a morbid fission, degenerating from the colors of gods into foolish sobs: the originally exquisite team was broken, and the powerful gods left one after another. Just the aftermath of the Prince of Pleasure's scream knocked down most of the gods of the Eldar.

Just like that year.

But at the same time, the supreme incarnations representing the God of Laughter Xigochi himself stood up. They are not only the kings of the clown troupes, but also the extension of the power of the God of Deception: under their command and silent manipulation, the steps of the clowns quickly returned to normal. They no longer confronted the array of the Dawnbreakers, but disappeared in the shadows farther away in an orderly but fast manner under the latter's confused eyes.

The Supreme Avatars were the last to leave. When they all left, only the tallest Supreme Avatar remained standing: the one standing next to Aidalad, who seemed to be completely unaffected, and just quietly helped up the trembling Eldar prophet.

Aidalad's condition was the worst, even worse than Morgan herself: after all, the Primarch herself had long anticipated this situation. When she surrendered to the Webway, Morgan instinctively erected a high wall in her heart, guessed the route that the Prince of Pleasure would sweep through, took out the remaining golden flames in her chest, used them as thumbtacks and sprinkled them all over the empty space at her feet, and did not forget to knock on the greatsword of the Lord of Mankind: this time the reaction was particularly satisfying.

In contrast, Adalard only sensed a bad breath. Before the psychic prophecy in his mind could be activated, the raging hurricane passed by the prophet's face, which was enough to cause the human fleet in orbit to fall into a short-term subspace shock that disabled communication. It did not bring much torture to Adalard: because it was directly stunned for a short time.

However, this performance made the Spider Queen look at it with a higher opinion. She originally thought that the Eldar prophet would be shocked to death, but she didn't expect that the Supreme Avatar possessed by Xi Gaoqi just patted Adalard's shoulder, and the latter woke up again. On his slender face, there was a rare obvious fear, staring at the invisible field behind Morgan.

It made him fear, hate, and fear. The melancholy figure was boiling in the soul sea of ​​the Primarch at this time: it seemed that he only needed to slightly shift his gaze to absorb the soul of the Eldar prophet into his belly.

Adalard had never felt so close to death.

It saw it.

The roar of Slaanesh was stirring up an endless hurricane in the warp. It roared and pounced on Morgan's territory, but stopped in front of the blazing golden flames with resentment: the dark blue veins grew silently from the feet of the Prince of Pleasure, and soon entangled its acuity, followed by a raging rage that shook the entire Silver Tower.

At this time, the Prince of Pleasure was like a wounded beast, constantly rolling, running, and roaring in the wilderness. The shocking breath even made the hair at the temples of the Gene Primarch vibrate like floating in the wind: Morgan reached out and touched it, only to feel that the back of her neck was cold. She helplessly let her fingertips be stained with some golden blood to temporarily restore the temperature.

The breath of Slaanesh only pushed the Primarch closer to the Emperor.

This struggle lasted for several minutes, until Prince Hedonism came to his senses and suddenly realized that his brothers and sisters were taking advantage of his distraction to reach out their tentacles to the land under the Silver Palace again, and then he reluctantly retreated: But despite this, taking advantage of this crisis, the breath of Slaanesh was getting closer and closer to Morgan.

It was no longer satisfied with her hair, shoulders, or even neck. Morgan only felt that the evil god's breath was like cold fingers, flowing down her collarbone and caressing the undulating white hills. Although this feeling was fleeting, it still made the Spider Queen feel very bad.

It is...

"He is approaching your heart."

Just as Morgan was thinking, the recovered Aidalad suddenly interrupted.

"Remember my words."

"In the world of the soul, only the heart is irreplaceable."

"It can tear a person into pieces, and it can also make two wills merge into one."

The Primarch did not speak. She tilted her head and rubbed her earlobe against her shoulder to relieve the cold feeling after the evil god retreated: Morgan noticed that Aidalad's pupils were now glowing with a strange light gold. This color made him look at the Supreme Avatar next to him, and Xi Gaoqi's smile was revealed to her through his pupils.

"Remember my words: always protect your heart."

"Protect your heart."

"If it doesn't work: don't forget the little gift I gave you."

"You will use it."

"That's..."

"A wonderful joke."

[……]

[Thanks for the reminder. 】

Morgan nodded woodenly. It might take her some time to completely recover from the Prince of Pleasure's rampage. After confirming that the Primarch really listened, Xi Gaoqi's followers nodded imperceptibly and turned to walk towards the distant ruins. It was not until its figure completely disappeared that Aidalad in front of him suddenly raised his head.

Its confusion was fleeting, replaced by a helpless sigh.

"Now, I am sure that my decision to come alone is correct."

[Your fellow clowns just left less than a minute ago. 】

"They are not my friends."

"We are just passing by."

"If the gods hadn't spoken, I wouldn't want to go side by side with them."

[Do you respect Xi Gaoqi? 】

"This has nothing to do with respect or love, it is a compromise with reality: no matter what I personally think, Xi Gaoqi is the only extraordinary power we can rely on now: although the Ark prefers to rely on Kane's body, its performance..."

"Well..."

The prophet fell into an awkward silence.

"What's more, the God of Laughter will occasionally protect my behavior."

[I can understand this. ]

Morgan laughed and tried his best to repair his mood.

[You can be considered a believer of His. ]

"..."

[So, are you old acquaintances? ]

"Not really, I am just a young junior in our race, and Xi Gaoqi's authority over the Eldar was established long before the Heavens. He has protected some of us for generations, and even Commorros has his altar."

"Although it has been worn out for a long time, it is still usable in fact."

[Really? ]

Morgan stroked his cheek.

[Should I remind my gene father to avoid this altar during special military operations, so as not to provoke the wrath of a god: although for us, such wrath is more than enough. ]

"I don't think it's necessary."

Aidalad shook his head.

"First of all, Xigaoqi will not fall into anger because of such an offense."

"Secondly..."

"My old friend is quite familiar with Comoros. After all, I have been his tour guide several times, and he has also taken several self-driving tours there: although it has been a long time since then, and the topography of Comoros has indeed changed a lot, he should not be so far as to go the wrong way."

[...Ah? ]

[Tour guide? ]

"Yes."

Aidalad's tone was nostalgic.

"At that time, you humans had not yet fallen into the war that destroyed you, and our friendship had just begun. I took him to visit some of my other old friends in Comoros. We drank together on the highest spire to celebrate your father's passing of the Haemolect graduation defense. He used the scholarship he received from publishing his thesis to complete the rest of his trip to Comoros."

[……]

"I heard that he killed people and stole treasures at the docks in the lower city, participated in various auctions with bad reputations, and won hundreds of games in the arena of the Witch Spirit Sect. He became the protagonist of the entire arena in the first half of the night, but his personal second half of the night was booked by the beauty pageant champion of that year, but people never saw the beauty pageant champion again."

"Oh..."

"She should have died happily."

[……]

Morgan...

Morgan had nothing to say.

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Additional: I have adjusted in the past two days, and I will start writing the meeting tomorrow.

Let me think about how to write this super large group drama. It seems that GW itself dare not write such an explosive scene with an emperor plus more than a dozen primarchs and more supporting roles...