Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

When the projection of the Unyielding Truth appeared in front of Morgan's eyes, she was making final preparations.

Invisible waves rolled in the ocean of souls, roaring or calming with her orders. The psychic will spread out like a spider web. Morgan arrogantly occupied the center of his mind, running the layout he had laid out with his thinking and control. The little kingdom that grew up.

There are some of the tiniest points of light shining on the details of the spider web, and that is where Morgan should occasionally stop his eyes: Hector, Luther, or Zahariel.

These characters are like seeds that have just been planted for Morgan. The role they will play in the future is worthy of her investment or help.

For example, when Hector walks out of the Dark Angel's operating room, he will be pleasantly surprised to find that although he no longer remembers the events of the Sabis Galaxy, those who recognized and walked with the Mother of Genes The fragments were still clearly preserved in his mind.

And near these faint points of light, there are those more dazzling individuals, some targets that are more worthy of her taking seriously: Magnus, Perturabo, and Ahriman, they either have her A power that must be kept in awe at all times, or that temporarily occupies a more important position in her plans.

Thinking of this, Morgan's eyes glanced at her only gift, which was a plant petri dish made of glass. You could already see the green buds breaking through the soil bit by bit under the ripening of spiritual energy. Protection, breathing the same imprisoned air.

Morgan's thoughts stayed on this new life for a short while, and then returned to her own spider web. The first thing that caught her eye was the individual that shone brighter than Ahriman and other light spots: it It was almost unique, entrenched in the core of the spider web just a few feet away from Morgan, waiting for her inspection at any time.

This is by far the most important individual, and even if Morgan doesn't always check it, that still doesn't overshadow its importance.

After all, it is Morgan [himself].

The silver-haired lady chuckled. She stretched out a corner of her consciousness and clicked on this brightest existence.

The light spot shook for a while, and after a while, it began to gradually grow larger, took on a general outline, grew a head and limbs, and became no different from a normal human being.

It was only then that the light covering the individual gradually disappeared, revealing its original image: long black hair decorated with golden objects, scattered on the furry coat, covering the long pointed ears, and the A pair of equally cunning golden pupils.

She has a plump figure and wraps her arrogance in a black and gold queen's dress. Her fingers are protected by pure gold claws, which are dotted with dark green poison and the purple blood of the victim.

This is a queen, a queen who looks even more extravagant and extraordinary than Morgan herself. She sits on her own kingdom and naturally squanders everything her people have to satisfy her own desires.

Morgan laughed. She leaned on the chair, crossed her legs, supported her upper body with one arm, and watched the queen in front of her doing the same thing as herself.

[How are you doing, Semiramis? 】

"Everything goes well and is developing according to your plan."

She, or Queen Semiramis, spoke, and her voice was more irresistibly arrogant and arbitrary than Morgan's.

[Ah, I guess they are a little bit stupider than I thought... Have those Dark Angels come? 】

"The two Terran Standards left just a few months ago. According to your instructions, I let them explore the part of the secret that they should know. Indeed, as you said, when they find some clues, they can't wait to break the casserole. Ask to the end.”

[After all, secrets are the soul of the Dark Angel. 】

[These tips of the iceberg are enough for my brother to notice that something is wrong, but such subtle errors are not worth worrying about. After all, he must trust his own eyes more than intelligence. 】

[And when he confirms something with his own eyes, this information will in turn become a wedge for the next step. 】

"...Have you never considered the possibility of failure?"

[Of course I have considered it. I think about the consequences and direction after failure all the time, but so what? 】

[Even the worst case scenario is that my brother saw through my identity and dragged the scarred me in front of my father, letting him decide my next fate. 】

[After all, none of my brothers would execute a Primarch in private without an order, at least not yet, they dare not. 】

[And my father, at this time, he will not easily kill a Primarch, even if I have been judged as a failure. 】

[After all, for my father, now I neither pose a fundamental threat to his plan, nor have I been squeezed out of the last value. In addition, those guys are staring at me all the time, and he is also not sure about it. My mind doesn't do anything anymore. 】

[So, what’s the worst case scenario? 】

[I returned to the empire in a sorry state, and was assigned to my own legion. I fought and ran for his cause, and then waited for that moment. 】

[The moment that made my father rise to the challenge. 】

[Or if my father is under house arrest, he will most likely not do this because such an approach is too wasteful and will distract his energy. 】

[Look, the worst-case scenario is nothing more than this, so what’s there to worry about? When I first gained self-awareness, I had already seen scenes a thousand times worse than this situation. It can even be said that I have already seen it. The worst scenes in the galaxy. 】

[As long as you stand at the bottom of the valley, no matter how big a setback you are, it can be considered a success. 】

[Or...do you have better suggestions? 】

Morgan's eyes, accompanied by a deep laugh, hit Semiramis's face, but the latter just followed Morgan's example and crossed his legs and tilted his head.

"Don't think of me as a think tank, Morgan. I don't have that ability or wisdom. I'm just a remnant of your soul, running on the instructions you left. My only additional role is to be your mirror, allowing you to talk. Voice of the heart.”

【yes……】

Morgan lightly snapped her fingers, and Semiramis's face changed into another look. She blew another breath, and everything returned to the starting point.

【After all, you are me. 】

[It is just the remnant soul of a thought I left behind in order to control that world. Although I have been strengthening your power, the essence cannot be changed. 】

As Morgan sighed, Semiramis turned into a wisp of fragments and merged into her thoughts. Then, she waved her hand, and the pure black queen appeared again, as graceful as ever. Luxurious.

[I feel powerless in your thinking. Maybe you need a helper? 】

"Sometimes it does get a little tiring. Those mortals can't keep up with my thinking at all. Although I don't worry about their overestimating their abilities, many of our plans and changes are progressing slowly because of this."

Morgan stretched out his hand, peeled off a thin strand from the sea of ​​his thoughts, kneaded it into a ball of light, and slowly grew a cocoon.

[It will take some time before she is born. Maybe I should think of a name for her. How about Zenobia? Or maybe it was Cleopatra? 】

"Those things don't matter. Maybe you should pay attention to more important things. What happened to you, you may need a new mirror. After all, I can't cross the sea of ​​​​stars to listen to your words anytime, anywhere. Such consumption and The movements are really too big and will make those top psykers feel that something is wrong."

[You are right about this. 】

"It's not me, it's you. This is the message you left before going to Ran Dan's front line. I'm just responsible for saying it at this point in time, and there is a more important sentence next."

"You haven't forgotten your purpose, right?"

Morgan didn't answer. She just took a deep breath again, and once again breathed Semiramis into her soul, peeling off the side of her that was a mirror. The next second, a new light appeared. The dough took shape in her hands.

When Semiramis reappeared, she felt a pleasant lightness.

"What are you going to call this newcomer as a mirror?"

[Atalanta, how are you? 】

——————

I have not forgotten my purpose.

I never forgot.

[Lion] has never been my goal. He is too cautious, powerful and rational. Confrontation with him will evolve into a terrible disaster that cannot be predicted and controlled. His soul is bitter and difficult to swallow, and it is also for me now. A pointless, poisonous thing.

He is not Magnus, nor is he Perturabo, he is much stronger than these guys with holes all over their bodies.

He cannot become prey, he can only be approached, but it is difficult to be bewitched.

However, he can be a [springboard].

My premonitions, my instincts, and the broken fragments told me that one Primarch would leave the stage of the Great Crusade forever.

His soul and everything would become a feast, a true feast, and the fragments of Magnus's soul could not compare with it, and were completely worthless.

He will [die].

Then it became my meal.

And since he was a Primarch, his death sentence must contain the Emperor's will.

So who in this empire will be sent by the emperor to carry out the real [death sentence]?

——————

[The lion] will become a knife and fork.

My knife and fork.

——————

"Welcome to the Indomitable Truth."

Zahariel took off his helmet, revealing his usual happy face.

"Although I may have said it before, please let me repeat it again. You must be excellent, Ms. Morgan. Not all mortals can be allowed or approved to step onto this battleship full of glorious history."

"Besides the Emperor's ship, the Indomitable Truth is the most powerful force in the galaxy."

There was joy in Zahariel's voice, but his joy ended there, because when they just left the deck and walked into the corridor of the battleship, a dark angel appeared from the shadows.

This Johnson heir is wearing a set of ancient MK II power armor. The painting symbolizing the Terra Unification War is placed in the most eye-catching position on the shoulder armor, while other parts of the shoulder armor are densely covered with There are so many medals, ribbons, and honorary marks symbolizing victory that even the huge pair of shoulder pads of the power armor cannot fit inside.

He didn't speak, but quietly took a step forward and stood in front of Zahariel, blocking his progress.

The cheerful Caliban was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless expression. He said goodbye to Morgan, then turned and left.

Then, the veteran's eyes moved to Morgan. He still said nothing, just looked at her, then opened a door and walked into another corridor.

Morgan followed, and they kept changing routes in the bright passages. Occasionally, voices could be heard through the walls. The silver-haired lady's ears could catch the words of the mortal crew members who were walking in the bright corridors. Talking about everything.

The silent trek of the two silent people lasted for about half a Terra standard hour, until Morgan turned another corner following the silent guide, and her vision broadened in an instant.

It was an arena, a place that was too spacious for two gladiators. It had a pure black curtain and a dark cyan floor. Weapon racks were placed at the edge, holding items that might be more powerful than Morgan's now. She could see taller-looking weapons, such as swords, spears, and shields. Among these weapons, there were some objects that made her feel uncomfortable.

But none of this is the point.

In front of the huge [statue] standing in the center of the arena, these are not the important points.

The figure of the Dark Angel had once again disappeared into the shadows, and after a brief stay, Morgan slowly walked towards the arena.

And the moment she officially stepped in.

[The statue] came to life.

As if awakening from an ancient slumber, he slowly raised his head and began to breathe, and the temperature seemed to become colder.

Morgan just looked at him.

She looked at the overly huge shadow, the terrifying giant sword in his hand, and his pure black armor and cloak. She knew that what was wrapped in this metal was something more terrifying than metal.

And just when she was thinking briefly, one of the [Statue's] hands picked up his sword and stuck it aside. He spoke, his voice like cold thunder.

Morgan raised her head. She waited for words, for what her brother, Jonson, would say.

——————

【Attack me. 】

He said.

【Do your best. 】

——————

Morgan did not speak or respond. She just waved her staff, and a storm that could kill any Astartes swept through the space.

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, remained silent and drew his sword. The air wave alone was enough to cut the throat of the Space Marine.

At this moment, Ran Dan's scene on the fighting moon has completely become a broken reflection in endless years.

The silent fight in front of them is the real first meeting of this pair of blood brothers and sisters who are equally deadly, equally ruthless, equally terrifying, and can be called mirror images.