Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 709 The Performance of Karas-Typhon

"Karaas-Typhon?"

"Mortarion actually sent him to lead the charge?"

"Has he forgotten that his dear Captain of the First Company is also a psychic in private?"

[Perhaps it is precisely because of this. ]

"What do you mean, Morgan?"

[Many times, the confession and identification of tainted witnesses often arouse more empathy from the jury than the accusation of the victim: think about it, my Robert, if a chief think-library of the legion who is deeply loved by psychic power is willing to take the initiative to stand up and explain the threat of the warp, then his words will appear particularly credible, right? ]

"If you say so, it is indeed the case."

After being enlightened by the sister, the Macragge people immediately fell into deep thought: Although Guilliman himself is not an expert in psychic power, this kind of thing is very suitable for drawing inferences from one example, and the Primarch happens to be an expert in this.

"If it were me, if a rentier was willing to betray his own and his class's interests in front of me, just to explain the darkness to us, I would definitely be moved by his courage and selflessness, and instinctively choose to believe his words: this is almost the same as the heroes in the story."

[And Mortarion wanted to make Nikaea a heroic epic of unity. ]

[Magnus is the evil wizard living in the tower. Each hero is responsible for breaking one of his weaknesses, and then inciting the squeezed masses to use rakes and hoes to tear the wizard and his minions into pieces and throw them into the valley: the Lord of Death must have experience in all this. ]

"He did this on his home planet."

Guilliman smiled, but his pupils were a pool of dead silence without any ripples.

"This is not good for us, Morgan. I don't want to become a blue-striped two-headed ogre under the command of the great wizard Magnus, and you might be a green dragon raised by Magnus. Neither of us will end well: I don't want to provoke a conflict with Terra because of a small person like Mortarion and his trivial matters, and I don't want to see you break your oath because of this."

"That is the oath to your parents: there is nothing more sacred in the galaxy."

[……]

Morgan was silent for a moment, and then suddenly realized the loophole in Guilliman's words.

[You mean: some big things are worth tearing your face with Holy Terra? ]

Guilliman did not deny this sentence, he just stood there, quietly watching the captain of the Death Guard Legion walk to the center of the venue in a triumphant manner, take off his helmet, and ensure that his face can be deeply remembered by every participant present today.

There is no doubt: this moment of being able to surpass the Primarch is undoubtedly a pleasure for Typhon himself.

"You know, Morgan."

After the debate began, Guilliman's faint sighs drifted into the ears of the Spider Queen.

"I long for peace."

"In many cases, I have to prepare for war."

"No matter who it is against."

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"We will treat everyone equally."

The last sacred oath flew out of the dry throat, and the Sigillite tightly grasped a slender scroll, hanging at his feet, and a clear emblem of an eagle and crossed lightning could be vaguely seen: these signals imprinted on hot wax with a fine gold seal circled the oath of the three primarchs, and it even had some kind of mysterious influence, imprisoning Magnus in his position, and he could only look at his new enemy with angry eyes.

The first one was Typhon.

"Greetings to you, Sigillite."

Unlike his slightly rough appearance, when Typhon's voice penetrated the hall, it gave people a sense of humility and achievement, and the voice was low. Hoarse, like the rubbing of papyrus.

He was wearing a full set of Death Guard armor, and countless medals and honor marks told every spectator present that he was an Astartes warrior who had served the Empire for more than a hundred years. His loyalty and honor were the capital for him to stand here and talk freely.

"Typhon."

Malcador looked at this man. He had heard of Typhon's name, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he felt an indescribable weirdness: the Sigillite did not care about these things. He took a step back and gave the venue to the two opponents.

Typhon strode onto the podium. Even though he was still as small as a baby in front of Magnus, and the shadow cast by Prospero could easily cover him, the Death Guard straightened his chest, like a warrior challenging a dragon.

"Can I speak?"

After receiving the nod from the Sigillite, Typhon was silent for a moment, cleared his throat, and then opened his arms: he did not look at Magnus in front of him, as if the huge Primarch was just a piece of air, and the real target of the Death Guard was everyone present.

"Everyone."

He shouted loudly.

"I will not waste time on any irrelevant rhetoric."

"So, I want to be honest with you first."

"I, Karas-Typhon, have sworn allegiance to the Emperor of Mankind and Primarch Mortarion since ninety-six years ago, and I am the captain of the Death Guard Legion: I am a psyker myself! I am a regular legion think tank!"

As soon as these words came out, the thousand-story high platform was instantly occupied by low voices of discussion and whispers. Typhon stopped speaking, deliberately setting aside a few minutes to wait for public opinion to ferment, and proudly appreciate his works. : Some of the original bodies and bystanders had no feelings about this sentence, and were even a little confused. Those who knew the inside story, such as Jaghatai Khan or Morgan, had gloomy expressions on their faces. They had obviously guessed death. What is the next plan of the Lord?

In response to this, Mocharian rarely responded with a genuine smile.

"Keep speaking, Typhon."

Malcador raised his scepter until the whole place fell silent. After he gave the order, the Death Guard bowed exaggeratedly in the direction of the person holding the seal: Typhon's every step was strictly followed. The etiquette of the empire invisibly made most onlookers have a simple favorable impression of him.

"So, all my lords here."

Typhon clenched his fist and struck it on his heart.

"Please hear what I feel, what I feel as a psyker."

"Since I can remember, spiritual power has been entangled in my soul, but I knew nothing about it at that time: I only knew that I was different from others since I was a child, and I would be mysteriously awakened at night. Troubled by fantasy, when I couldn't control my temper, I would involuntarily hurt my companions and objects next to me. I would let a large area of ​​crops go to waste just because of a brief gaze, nullify the efforts of several families, and fall into famine and embarrassment. ”

“I was therefore ostracized by all, until the maturity of my spirit could restrain these instinctive malices: but I say to you, this fortitude of spirit is not common to all, and I have myself witnessed more than one like myself, We were all haunted by the power of spirits, causing harm to ourselves and others, most of whom did not make it out of Barbarus alive."

"Perhaps, people will regard us as nightmares because of this, but I want to tell you, this is not the path we actively choose: even for us psykers, psionic power is not an optional, well-intentioned A gift, it is a yoke imposed on us, and the strength we gain from it is nothing more than the pain our enemies feel when we wield the yoke. Of course, our limbs themselves also suffer the same pain. "

"We are all victims when it comes to psychic energy."

"So, even though I am a psyker, I never think of psionic energy as a friendly existence. The pain it gives me far exceeds the help it can give me. What's more, every minute of my life , every second, I have to fight against the throbbing caused by spiritual energy, I have to contain the impulse in my heart, and I have to endure strong mental pressure: it is an unimaginable hardship, like torture. "

"And those psykers who ultimately failed, they created an endless inferno."

Everyone could see that a drop of tear flowed from Typhon's pupil, slid down his rough skin, and dripped on the black marble of Nicaea Hall.

"Everyone, you can't imagine what horrific scenes I witnessed when I began to follow the footsteps of the Primarch Mortarion and the Death Guard Legion to earn glory for the Empire and the Emperor in the galaxy: the greatest among you Most people were not even born at that time. It was when the Great Crusade had just begun. The most vicious enemies were still rampant in the galaxy, and among them, countless out-of-control psykers were the biggest threat the Legion would ever face. threaten."

"Let me give you an example."

Typhon raised a finger and turned to look at Mortarion.

"Our Legion once pacified a savage world called Garaspa, and let me tell you, all of you here, that scene there was ten thousand times worse than the most extreme hell that you have ever dreamed of. : Tens of billions of people are crowded into a palm-sized hive. They have no There is food, no wisdom, no right to survive, not even the freedom of life and death, and this is just because dozens or hundreds of wizards who have mastered psychic powers wantonly manipulate the entire world, and they extract the blood of their compatriots like slaughtering cattle. Soul and flesh, just to continue their own dirty tradition."

"In order to save Galaspar, the Fourteenth Legion paid a more tragic price than any war. We lost a fleet, and countless meritorious battle brothers were laid to rest, and even their bones were not left. We and the energy can be broken The evil curse of the earth can ignite the demonic liquid in the body, and it can also There are hundreds of manipulated souls, with faces full of fear, crying in sorrow, and they are fighting against the living dead: Your Majesty, as an Astartes warrior loyal to the Empire, I have never had fear in my heart. But it was in Galaspa that I felt the closest emotion to fear.”

"Just a few dozen or hundreds of wizards can plunge tens of billions of our compatriots into such a living nightmare: They should not be like this, but they suffer because of out-of-control psychic powers and the most instinctive greed of human nature. "

"And in the process of our battle in the galaxy, I have witnessed the sins and operations of countless Galaspas. The more we eliminate, the more we will discover: As long as uncontrolled psychic power flows in the galaxy, There will always be unsteady villains who will extend their evil claws to innocent people.”

"This is the truth I realized."

"I confess to you, my respected compatriots, this is the only thing that scares me. I fear that one day, my mental pressure will exceed my limit, and I will be in front of the power of psychic energy. Surrender and become the wizard I despise most: I have been terrified all day long because of this terrible fantasy, but today, I can stand in front of you and proudly promise you that depravity and ambition will never exist. in my heart."

"I beat them: and for that I have two people here to thank."

Typhon raised his fist high, letting everyone's eyes focus on him.

"The first one is my original body: Mortarion, the Lord of Death."

"Perhaps in your mind my Primarch hates everything to do with psionics, but I tell you that this is not the case: what the Lord of Death really hates is the evil of wizards and the use of psionics in the wrong places. , He deeply understands that the power of subspace is not an acquired existence. Lord Mortarion is still full of kindness and patience towards us Death Guards who possess psychic power. "

"He personally taught us how to use the tenacity of the Death Guard to restrain our inner desires and suppress the lingering shadow of spiritual energy in our minds: It was under his guidance that I understood Knowing that I should not feel inferior because of my identity, I have the firm confidence to fight against the psychic power that always confuses me and defeat it!"

"So, I proudly stand here and declare to all of you as the captain of the first company of the Death Guard Legion that my status and glory are all obtained by my courage and blood, and not a single bit is through the power of psychic energy. ”

"And I stand here to prove to everyone that the rumors that my genetic father wants to attack all psykers are wrong. For any psyker who is willing to fight for the Imperium and is loyal to the Emperor and the Great Crusade, Otherwise, the Lord of Death will give them sufficient respect and courtesy.”

With these words, countless eyes, including representatives of the Star Court and the Navigator family, focused on the Lord of Death: Motali hid most of his face behind the respirator, and he responded to these eyes calmly, proudly. Looking in Typhon's direction, he nodded, endorsing his heir and first company commander.

"Indeed."

The voice was slight, but it was a promise.

"It appears that our allies no longer feel like they are being backed into a corner."

Beside Morgan, Guilliman sighed with regret.

"Mortarion has become a lot smarter: at least he knows how to surround three and miss one."

[An Xin: Xing Yuting and the navigator are not so easy to win over. 】

"Of course I know this: the real big trouble is Magnus. Obviously, Mortarion wants to cut off other psychic organizations and the Thousand Sons Legion in the Empire, and then kill Magnus in full view of the public. Si's head, Typhon is just his first step."

"This step is really beautiful."

The Macragge shook his head.

"I hope Magnus doesn't fall for the trap."

【……】

Morgan did not respond: because she found that Typhon was looking at her with respect, attracting the attention of the whole audience.

"And the second person I want to thank is the Lord of Avalon, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion, the real writer and editor of the Thinktank Sacred Codex series, and is placed in the hearts of each of our Legion Thinktanks. Teacher: Dear Lord Morgan."

"It is the textbook she compiled that tells us how to maintain inner peace, how to use our power rationally, and how to avoid countless hidden dangers in subspace: In the preface of every think tank holy book, Lord Morgan writes over and over again He repeatedly warned us that we must resist the temptation brought by power, keep our true nature, and maintain our loyalty and pride as human beings under the influence of spiritual energy.”

"Thanks to her: I did it!"

"We all did it."

Typhon's laughter echoed from the ceiling.

"If Lord Mortarion gave me the courage and faith to fight the eternal nightmare in my heart, then Lord Morgan personally provided me with the sword and shield, that is the Librarian Codex: it is under her guidance that we Only then will we not blindly pursue power. Only then will we know how to suppress ourselves. With the desires and impulses in our hearts, we understand that only by suppressing spiritual energy and locking spiritual energy in the cage of the imperial system is the solution that maximizes the interests of every imperial citizen and is the only way to be an imperial citizen. That's what I, a warrior, a follower of the Emperor, should do."

At this point, whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate design, Typhon's eyes quietly slipped from Morgan's body and just stopped on Magnus's face: When the two faced each other, the Death Guard's provocative gaze made King Prospero frowned and clenched his fists.

Magnus spoke.

"Think Tank Scripture?"

He laughed loudly, the irony echoing off the walls of Nicaea.

"Since you are Morgan's apprentice and a beneficiary of the Think Tank Codex, then what shame do you have to stand in front of me and accuse me of my actions: Typhon of the Death Guard, don't you know who is responsible for the entire Empire Think Tank plan? The original initiator?”

"Of course I know!"

The original body wanted to continue to say something, but Typhon's eyes flashed. He stood up and slapped the table. The violent slaps shocked the four people, and directly interrupted the original body's words: Magnus has never Thinking that Mortarion's little brat could be so rampant, he was shocked and speechless for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Typhon's accusations rang out like a barrage of cannons.

"Not only do I know this, I also know who has been running around writing and planning the Think Tank Holy Book for so many years, covering the stars and the moon, and who has abandoned countless fronts and responsibilities for his so-called great cause of subspace. , He has the strength of a legion, but he is still unwilling to sacrifice for the empire. "

"Let me tell you, Lord Magnus of Prospero, there are countless people here who can boast that they have made their own contribution to the Think Tank Codex Project, Lord Morgan can, Jaghatai Khan Lords can do it, Lord Sanguinius can do it, Lord Robert Guilliman can do it, and even my primarch, Lord Mortarion can do it.”

"I, Typhon, can do it too!"

"You can go and read it. Every time when the Think Tank Sacred Code updated the manual about psychic alien species in the galaxy, was there a time when the Death Guard Corps did not make a contribution? When was there a time, Lord Mortarion? Wasn’t his name included in the list of special thanks? “

"The Fourteenth Legion shed endless blood for the promulgation of the Think Tank Holy Code. We went to countless battlefields and won countless difficult victories. We can proudly declare that we have made our efforts for the Think Tank, and What we get in return is proportionate.”

"What about you, Lord Magnus? Which Librarian's Book did you write? What efforts did you put into this? Which new psychic alien race did you discover? Which rising Legion Librarians did you teach? What institute did you create? What standards did you set? Where and when did you work for the establishment and continuation of the think tank system?"

"..."

Magnus' eyes widened.

But he said nothing.

"It's over..."

Guilliman shook his head and slapped himself in the face.

"He really fell into the trap."

"Now, we can't help him."

【yes. 】

Morgan lowered his eyelids.

[If he is cut off from us, the preservers of the Think Tank, where can Magnus rely on for help? Mortarion's hand is really beautiful. I have to say that he has grown a lot. 】

"That's right."

The Macragge gritted his teeth and looked at the Lord of Death with a proud face.

"He even learned to make knives out of us."

"I can imagine what Typhon will say next?"

【Me too. 】

"That's obvious, folks."

In the center of the field, without enough time to wait for everyone's surprise and Malcador's scepter, Typhon opened his arms again, as if he had absorbed the vacillation of all onlookers into his chest, becoming his strength at the moment.

"You're all smart people: I think you can all see that by now!"

"And I'm going to tell you!"

"I want to say that I can use my personal experience to prove it, and I can use the personal experience of every Think Tank in the entire Death Guard Corps to prove it, so that you can believe that only by following the guidance of the Think Tank Holy Code can we suppress our power. , restraining our true intentions and using careful and scientific new systems to limit the reproduction of all psykers in the empire is the long-term way to rationally use the power of subspace. "

"Reason, restraint, restraint, prudence, system, and an ever-changing humility."

"This is all that Lady Morgan and her Librarians teach us."

"This is what it means to be a psyker: this is the future path of the Imperium."

"And those who oppose all of this are the true enemies of the Empire and all psykers. They are the death knell that will bring us disaster. They are the omen that will allow countless wizards to run rampant in the world again. We are about to pronounce judgment and judgment. Object.

"Tell me, everyone."

"Who is it? It has never contributed to the construction of the empire's think tank, but it is absorbing its results?"

"Who is it? He clearly has the powerful power of an entire psychic army, but he has failed to achieve any success in the entire Great Crusade. He is addicted to his false fantasies and can even make the sad move of abandoning friendly forces and escaping from the battlefield!"

"Who is it? He is clearly aware of the out-of-control nature of psykers. He is obviously the most outstanding psionic master, but he blindly encourages the pursuit of so-called extremes, but turns a blind eye to the need to limit psykers, and ignores all The safety of Imperial citizens and all Imperial psykers turned a deaf ear?"

"Who is the common threat to all of us here, all ordinary people and all psychics?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, in the dead silence caused by this arrogant speech and the rude transgression of the original body, the captain of the Death Guard Legion slowly turned around like a victorious general and looked at him proudly. He turned towards the original body who looked ashen.

He pointed his finger at Magnus and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Let me tell you."

"It's him!"

"It's Magnus the Red!"

"It's Prospero the Witch-King!"

"He is the cause of everything!"

"He is the only enemy of the entire empire and the entire legion think tank system!"

"He is the only one we need to judge on Nikaea: the Man of Original Sin!"