Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[You mean, the Emperor personally opened up an absolutely secret space in the deepest part of the Nikaea Palace. Neither I nor Magnus can detect the inside of this hidden space with psychic power? ]

[No wonder I always feel that there seems to be a piece missing in my perception range. ]

[...Wait! ]

[What are you doing again? ]

Rubbing her eyebrows instinctively, her fingers brushing through her increasingly dry hair, a certain Spider Queen did not notice that her tone had become quite impolite at this time, but this was inevitable: being forced to welcome Magnus was already annoying enough, not to mention that the sudden call from the Master of the Seal did not bring her any good news.

At most, it was a notice.

Then again, this old bone seemed to have never said anything good: he was simply the harbinger of death for the human empire and Morgan.

The Spider Queen smiled, mocking Malcador who was at least tens of kilometers away from her: this distance was nothing for psychics of their level. If they were not afraid of misunderstanding, both Morgan and Malcador could project a genuine substitute next to each other with a wave of their hands.

Through the non-existent dimensions and spaces in the Soul Sea, these psychic projections with no inner meaning can even partially exert the power of the original body: even if they can't accomplish great feats such as moving mountains and filling the sea, they can easily wipe out an army and a fortress, and even on a battlefield with a planet as the front, they can play a role in turning the tide.

At least, Morgan is sure that Malcador can do it: in the few times they spent together, the Sigillite had carefully instructed the original body's psychic skills like a true predecessor and mentor, and this precise long-distance projection was one of them.

To Morgan's surprise, this psychic master, who was one of the best in the entire galaxy, was particularly concerned about the most basic techniques and skills: he strongly required Morgan to review these elementary school knowledge regularly until these norms became the most basic physical memory.

In Malcador's own words, the cause of death of more than 50% of psychics was not complicated at all: it was nothing more than that when they were making great plans, they found that they had accidentally forgotten some basic knowledge that they had already mastered, but because they had not reviewed it for too long, they had become unfamiliar without realizing it.

In the most ambitious and dangerous psychic spells, even a moment's delay or a wrong placement of a finger would cause the caster to suffer almost all the backlash: for psychics at the level of Morgan or Magnus, the backlash would affect at least one world.

"It is a common problem for psychics to be too ambitious and want to solve big problems."

"At the same time, it is also their mortal enemy."

"Every psychic I know has finally fallen under their own arrogance."

The words of the Sigillite were earnest and sincere, no less than a real mother, and Morgan naturally remembered these words in her heart, repeating them from time to time: she is doing this now, and when the Primarch reviewed this important knowledge point again, Malcador had already prepared the answer.

It only took him a minute to explain to Morgan what was going on.

[You mean, my brother Leman Russ brought an "alien"? ]

"His name is Hauser."

The disturbing sound of air vibrations echoed from Malcador's side: it was obvious that the Sigillite was staying in a closed space, and Morgan could feel the smell of the Emperor beside him through the sense of psychic energy, as well as the breath of several familiar people who made her eyelids twitch.

"To be exact: Kaspar-Ansbach-Hauser."

[Sigh!]

[Hahahahahaha...]

The absent-minded Spider Queen even thought she had just heard it wrong. After quickly recalling the name, Morgan was stunned for a moment, then instinctively chuckled. After failing to suppress it, the sharp laughter attracted the attention of many people around the Primarch.

[Are you serious?]

The Spider Queen hasn't laughed so pure for a long time.

"Of course."

Malcador had expected this.

"I know this name is strange..."

[Strange?]

Morgan closed her mouth, but her sharp screams echoed in the subspace.

[In Terran, this name is simply translated as: a little boy with a Trojan horse. This is no longer a name that can be described as strange. Either his namer is an irresponsible classical history enthusiast, or he was destined to serve something from the moment he was born. 】

"Now it seems that it is the latter."

The solemn declaration of Valdor, the head of the Custodians, echoed in the background of Malcador, but Morgan could not hear the specific content. She only heard the dull response of the Lord of Mankind and the impassioned speech of Leman Russ.

"Leman Russ told us that this Hauser was originally a narrator of the Third Company of the Space Wolves Legion and a scientist affiliated with the Legion: these identities themselves are not problematic, but through some accidental events and investigations into his past experiences, the Wolf King and his Legion suspected that Hauser had another identity."

"He was the spy Magnus used to spy on the Sixth Legion."

[Magnus's... minions? 】

The primarch's tone was frivolous.

[These two words don’t quite match. 】

"In fact, it could be worse."

Unlike Morgan, Malcador's words were obviously serious and tired.

"Russ gave a lot of evidence. He tried to prove to us that the narrator's life had been secretly controlled by the Thousand Sons Legion and their genetic father Magnus: whether it was the death of his biological parents, He was given this strange name by his later adoptive father, and a series of experiences he had after that, I won’t go into detail with you here.”

"In short, Leman Russ has given us a complete framework to prove how the life of this mortal and his entire team was manipulated by Magnus with psychic powers: If this matter is true, Mag Nuss has undoubtedly committed a serious crime that warrants his immediate conviction on Nicaea."

[Are these serious? 】

Morgan frowned, sincerely she didn't agree with Malcador's words.

Indeed, manipulating the entire life of a pitiful mortal for one's own selfish gain can be regarded as an evil deed in any case, but at the level of the Primarch, this evil deed does not seem to be a true sin: that is to say. It sounds a bit ugly, but you have to at least maliciously manipulate the fate of a world in order for Magnus to be convicted on the spot in front of everyone, right?

Something seems not quite right...

The original body touched her chin: she knew nothing about this extraterrestrial visitor, and could only rely on Malcador's one-sided information to roughly speculate on the emperor's situation.

[Are you still hiding something, Palm Printer? 】

"certainly."

Machado admitted it directly.

"The situation here is a thousand times more complicated than what I told you, but it has nothing to do with you: you just need to remember that it will take a certain amount of time for the Emperor and I to distinguish whether the story of extraterrestrial visitors is true or false. , and whether the Thousand Sons Legion is related to it, before that, you have to hold down the damn Magnus."

【no problem. 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

【You are in a bad mood. 】

"Yes."

This is a hoarse and desolate tone.

"In any case, we have determined that Hauser's life has been manipulated, and he has almost collapsed: I am telling you the truth here, Morgan, Hauser is the best mortal I have ever met. One, the scientific research organization he was responsible for had already received great attention from Holy Terra and the High Lords Council, and could have a huge impact on the entire human race. He should have been one of the brightest pearls of the Great Crusade."

"Just like you have Rand over there."

Hearing the name, Morgan's face finally turned serious.

"But now, it's too late."

Malcador sighed helplessly.

"Even according to conservative estimates, Hauser has been under strong control since the moment he was born: if it was really Magnus who did it, the situation would be controllable, but if it wasn't Magnus, Si..."

【That's it...】

Morgan frowned, and she naturally understood the implication of the palm-printer.

Not her, not the Palmist, not Magnus and the Emperor: what other psyker in the galaxy, and therefore, what psionic force could accomplish such sophisticated evil?

The primarch raised her head and looked into the Eyes of Terror, which she could not actually see.

At this moment, Morgan also hoped that this was just the result of Magnus' selfish interests.

[Remember to tell me the results when they come out. 】

In just a few words, Magnus's bright red-painted Scarab King had already drifted into the sky above the ground airport, circling constantly, looking for a place to stay. Seeing this scene , Morgan took advantage of the situation and cut off communication with Macado.

"no problem."

The last words of the Seal Bearer are assurances.

"Jagatai Khan is also here: I will ask him to contact you then."

[Okay: This couldn’t be better. 】

Hearing the name wiped away the last bit of uneasiness in Morgan's mind: she could always trust Khan's guarantee.

Putting down his fingers and adjusting his posture slightly, Morgan turned his head and saw Lana looking at him: The mother and son were just right away from other people. If they wanted to whisper something here, there was no one. Able to hear the content clearly.

therefore……

[Rana. 】

The original body raised her head, looking in the direction of her brother with a smile on the surface, but the private voice had already reached the ears of the head guard, and it was bone-chilling.

[Do you have the confidence to participate in the erasure of a legion in this world? 】

"..."

Rana was silent for a moment.

It's not hesitation, it's simply thinking about the question raised by my mother.

"This requires some preparation, my lord."

When he raised his head, Morgan believed that her most trusted heir had finalized countless feasible plans in his mind, just as she had taught him little by little in the past.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I think we need more specific information on the enemy."

Lana lowered his voice.

"Who? Where? When?"

[At least not today. 】

Morgan seemed to be smiling, and when she looked at the Scarab King's hatch and narrowed her eyes slightly, Lana at least already knew the answer to his first question.

"They are indeed troublesome, my lord."

Lana nodded.

"If we let them go down to the ground and engage in a head-on battle, they will inevitably cause some casualties: but the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion has never been known for their ability to conquer and fight. As long as we can make preparations and contact the Dark Angels With the fleet of the Night Lords, it is best to apply for some assistance from the Forbidden Army, even if the Forbidden Army remains neutral. In that case, we will have enough confidence to deal with everyone in the Thousand Sons Legion in the void. "

"With minimal cost."

Hearing the last words, the Spider Queen just nodded. When she walked towards Magnus, who had already opened her arms, Morgan patted Lana on the shoulder casually: It was this move that made the Chief Guards Instead of following her mother's pace immediately, she put her lips close to the hidden communicator on her wrist and issued a mobilization order to the fleet in orbit.

They would complete all tactical preparations within twenty minutes at most: then they would just have to wait for Morgan's order.

Thinking of this, Lana looked at Magnus as if he were looking at a dead man.

And when the head guard's eyes moved to Amon next to Magnus, his brows frowned quickly: he and this old warrior had met a long time ago, and although the memory was vague, But it still existed, so Rana could instinctively sense that there seemed to be some changes in Amon's inner being.

Some... very bad changes.

What is it?

…

[It is corrosion. 】

Even Lana, who had already sealed his psychic talent under the instructions of the original body, was vaguely aware of something. How could his genetic mother not see it: when Morgan and Magnus embraced passionately? , she didn’t even need to look specifically in Amon’s direction to see through this poor soul.

How could he not see through it: the Pokemon that made the entire Thousand Sons Legion so complacent has been firmly attached to Amon's soul like a gangrene attached to his bones. It has long lost its former disguise and kindness. The appearance of a predator was revealed in the silent madness: if Amon could see this scene clearly, I'm afraid he would scream in despair.

Morgan smiled, but she had no interest in changing these things: just because unknowingly, Amon's soul had been corroded and riddled with holes, and cracks appeared on his back. When it came out, it was like a broken clay pot, and it had long lost the value of saving it.

That’s it…

Just when Morgan absentmindedly gave the Thousand Sons the death penalty, the peace in her heart was suddenly touched: it was not a superfluous emotion, it was purely parasitic on Amon's soul, which had been attracting him for decades. The monster of vitality and spirit, the terrifying demon in the subspace, seems to be motivated by his own pure arrogance, or simply curiosity.

In short, when it realized that a powerful psychic individual like Morgan was approaching Magnus and Amon, it hid in Amon's back and glanced at the Spider Queen greedily.

This made Morgan frown. Even Magnus didn't notice it. The subtle facial change, but he casually raised a silver-white blazing flame in the waves of subspace: blink of an eye. In a short time, this greedy little monster was swallowed up.

The sharp and painful howl is so harsh even if it is placed in the deepest part of the subspace. It is screaming, cursing, and begging crazily, struggling like a hare caught in the claws of an eagle. , it calls for help from every companion it knows , but all he got was an extremely strange silence: Magnus was not without the Thousand Sons behind him, but now, their souls were as silent as death. Those cracks that were originally bustling were like uninhabited valleys in the mountains, and they could even hear The terrible sound of the quiet wind.

Standing further away, Morgan could feel more trembling disgusting bastards. She was too lazy to deal with these little things, and just wanted to leave with the cheerful Magnus: until her footsteps paused.

There is no other reason: at the last moment when this little dark blue monster was burned to death, he screamed out a real name, a string of characters that could cause ripples in the chaos of subspace. This is not a part of God. , but a big devil as big as a nest, a terrifying existence among the best among the gods. It was awakened by the prayers of its subordinates and worshipers, and instinctively poked out its two bird-like heads, wanting to see what happened. What's going on?

Finally, the Spider Queen felt herself becoming a little impatient.

She turned her head to the side, her eyes piercing through the never-ending waves in the subspace, and glanced at this ignorant guy casually.

The next moment, there was only empty fear and retreat in the direction of the big devil.

This being that had high hopes did not even wait for Morgan's gaze to arrive: when it realized that it was about to look into the eyes of those blue pupils that made the entire subspace tremble, it did not hesitate at all and retreated in a hurry. into his own lair.

What a shame.

The Spider Queen's eyes glanced around the area of ​​vision, but there was only deathly silence along the way.

Absolute silence.

No demons, no chaos: even the waves of eternity have become quiet.

Become without ripples.

Finally, Morgan retracted her gaze.

She glanced again at Amon's soul, which was already hopeless in her heart.

There was nothing there: just like the souls of the Thousand Sons in Magnus, there was nothing left. Even the most greedy and arrogant guardian spirits fled back to their nests in a panic at this time. Before Morgan's breath completely faded away, these bastards seemed to dare not jump out again.

So, there was only a pool of ashes, a pool of ashes that finally satisfied Morgan. Who would have thought that less than a second ago, this was still a noisy hunting ground: the Spider Queen hunted these demons, no more difficult than these demons hunted humans.

The Primarch nodded: such a small thing naturally had no sense of accomplishment.

But at least on Nikaea: she could finally get a little peace of mind.