Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Many years later, when Morgan witnessed the majestic body of the Unyielding Truth shattered in betrayal and burning, and slowly falling towards Holy Terra in the huge shadow formed by Luna blocking the sun's light, she was sure I will recall that quiet and noisy afternoon.

She will definitely recall the moment when Zhuang Sen's edge was only one step away from her.

Like a leaping eagle, like a rising tiger, or like an awakening giant bear, the Primarch's body cast a huge shadow in mid-air, and in contrast to this darkness, the sharp edge in Jonson's palm appeared... Extremely dazzling.

The Primarch's attack was as fast as thunder, and he was in front of Morgan in a blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that the silver-haired Spider Queen had no time to activate her own power and exert her proud spiritual power. The sword edge tore through the air like a poisonous snake's message, trying to kiss Morgan's snow-white neck.

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[Similarly, as long as the speed is fast enough, even a rusty dagger can end an alphaph. 】

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In this moment, the instinct belonging to the original gene guided Morgan. She gritted her teeth, and a curved sharp blade appeared on the top of the snake-shaped staff.

Using ten percent of her strength, she waved it. The curved blade and the [Lion Sword] collided in mid-air with a speed and force that even the most experienced Astartes warriors could not see clearly. A huge steel hissing sound was heard. Several kilometers away, even overshadowing the roar of those terrifying inorganic killing instruments, endless storms swept out from the cracks in the two weapons, and in the blink of an eye, countless forests turned into barren hills.

The first confrontation ended within a second. The Lion King's sharp blade was deflected and passed along Morgan's left side, cutting only a few stray strands of hair.

The silver-haired Spider Queen shook her body and took a few steps back involuntarily.

The smile that was originally determined to win on Zhuang Sen's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye. He unconsciously shook the [Lion Sword] in his hand, as if to confirm whether it was a fake or inferior product.

When he raised his head again and looked at Morgan, there was already a hint of vague suspicion in his eyes.

In the distance, the roar of the extinct machine was getting closer and closer. The vine-covered rainforest temporarily delayed their progress, but obviously, it could not be delayed for long.

Morgan covered her numb wrist, and the psychic fire began to gather on her staff. She faced Jonson's gaze and showed a pale smile.

[What are you going to use against me, Johnson? 】

Jonson's smile had disappeared, and his face was even a hundred times more serious than when Perturabo was at his most angry.

[Use a sword. 】

he replied.

Then, the Primarch of the First Legion raised his big sword high. As the sword shined, his other hand suddenly drew to his waist and pulled out the plasma pistol [ The flintlock of Actinus].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots were fired.

Morgan waved the staff, and the spiritual energy she was accumulating turned into a thick barrier, blocking the sudden blow. Then, she pursed her lips and activated the teleportation technique in her disdainful gaze.

But at this moment, Zhuang Sen moved.

The figure of the original gene was like a ghost. He held a big sword in one hand, and with a slight lift of the other hand, he threw the plasma pistol in the air. Then, the free fingers stretched to his waist again. , pulled out the fuses of two stasis grenades in the midst of lightning and flint, and threw them viciously towards Morgan.

Then, the fingers that were free again spread out and caught the falling [Arctinus Flintlock].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three more shots!

This is the sword technique of Caliban!

Morgan's white teeth clenched tightly, and she let out a low hoarse cry from deep in her throat. The majestic spiritual energy rushed out from her fingertips and the top of the staff, absorbing all Zhuangson's attacks. Drowned in the flames of nothingness.

Then, her fingers swept through the burning air, and the sharp arrows of psychic energy turned into an invisible rainstorm in an instant, hitting Zhuang Sen's head overwhelmingly.

Coswayne, Luther, Nemir, Zahariel, Asmodeus, Astralis...

The sharp arrows turned into countless dark angels, countless Terrans, Calibans, and everyone Zhuang Sen knew. They roared, roared, raised the swords in their hands, and aimed at Zhuang Sen. Sen rushed over.

A cold expression froze on Zhuang Sen's face. He narrowed his eyes and broke through these phantoms with a single lunge, just like a giant beast breaking through the morning fog.

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[In the final analysis, illusion is just a false and non-existent garden maze. As long as you can identify a direction and remain firm, you can easily break through even the most real illusion. 】

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It seemed like he did remember it.

Morgan sighed in his heart.

But at this time, the sword edge was close before his eyes.

Morgan raised the curved blade again.

The two terrifying weapons collided together again, biting and entangled like ferocious beasts fighting for territory, constantly making tooth-piercing metal friction sounds in mid-air.

The footsteps of the extinct relic are getting closer and closer.

Finally, Zhuang Sen let out a roar like a wild beast. He used his arms to the maximum strength and waved the sword edge, drawing a sharp moonlight in mid-air.

This third confrontation finally decided the winner. Although Morgan's curved blade was no slower than the Lion King's sword, its fragile blade could no longer withstand this kind of confrontation.

With a crisp crack, the curved blade turned into hundreds of scattered fragments, and in the drizzle of metal, Morgan could finally chant his own spell.

Her figure began to become blurry, transformed, and quickly disappeared from where she was.

There was only a cold smile on Zhuang Sen's lips.

He flipped his wrist, revealing an instrument that even Coswayne didn't know about, and pressed it down without hesitation.

The next moment, Morgan's blurred figure became clear again. She looked up and saw only an invisible psychic iron wall covering her and Zhuang Sen's heads.

Facing the astonished eyes, the Lion King raised his head arrogantly.

[You can't go out without my permission. 】

His figure was mixed in with the approaching and approaching disorderly roar of the Extinction Machine, appearing somewhat broken and blurred.

[Now, there are still thirty seconds before those despicable guys arrive. 】

He looked at Morgan, his green pupils flashing with some confused speculations and a thirst for knowledge.

【strength. 】

【agile. 】

【reaction speed. 】

[The physical fitness you showed in those moments just now is better than that of every descendant of mine. This is simply not something that a mortal can possess. 】

[You'd better give me an explanation, Morgan. 】

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Jonson hasn't felt this way for a long time.

This feeling is called [tension].

The war across the galaxy didn't make him nervous, the countless alien blades didn't make him nervous, and even the indifferent and resentful looks between his descendants didn't make him nervous either.

Ever since he stepped into this galaxy, even the worst situation was within Zhuang Sen's expectations.

But this time, things are different.

The Primarch of the First Legion could feel his breathing quickening, and the muscles on his face were twitching unconsciously from time to time, making his tense face become a little distorted.

When he realized this, he even felt a little angry, nameless anger.

Then he heard laughter.

Morgan's laugh.

The laughter flowed from her pale face and lingered between the equally pale lips. It was neither fierce nor mocking, just the simplest laugh.

In this laughter, every precious second is passing away without mercy, and the heavy steps of those ruthless and vicious machines are already close at hand.

Twenty seconds left.

The smelly cold air was continuously sucked into the Primarch's chest along the cracks between the teeth. Zhuang Sen's eyes were already blazing with fire, and curiosity, anger and vague speculations were playing in his brain. It formed a ball, like thousands of threads intertwined and mixed together, giving the Primarch a slight headache.

He raised his head and began to think about whether to rush forward, grab the always rebellious white neck, and use the strongest means to get what he wanted.

Just when he was thinking quite seriously, the laughter stopped abruptly.

[I have nothing to say, Jonson. 】

She evoked a smile, and it was a white swan spreading its wings in the air.

[If you really want me to say something, then I think I can only say one sentence, a sentence I heard, and give it to you. 】

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[Throw away all impossibility, and absurdity will become reality. 】

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These words were like the silver key that opened the magic box.

In the blink of an eye, countless words, countless words uttered from Morgan's mouth, countless information and statements about Morgan appeared clearly in Zhuang Sen's mind.

He recalled everything.

Like a flying waterfall, it finally penetrated the most stubborn rock.

He should have realized it.

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"They will hide their children secretly...Morgan is the best product of this system since its emergence. She quickly became Maximilian's right-hand man after her [debut]..."

[They appear because I am suppressing my spiritual energy, not because I am overloading my power. 】

[There are many ways I can try to kill you completely. 】

"She's like...like a monster, a monster that was born knowing how to use psychic powers to show off its power."

"Father……"

"I really...forgot."

[I am not Magnus. 】

[Each of us will stop at a place in our lives, and for some people, their hearts are nothing but the vast forest of Caliban. 】

[In this, and in many ways, we are very similar. 】

…

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[Throw away all impossibility, and absurdity will become reality. 】

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Jonson took a deep breath.

His face was distorted. It was obviously as stiff as an iceberg, but his facial features were twisting unconsciously like a roasted snake. His pupils suddenly enlarged, then slowly narrowed, and then enlarged again. His lips kept moving, twisting and turning into several arcs, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he just kept breathing deeply. Large jets of air were sucked in by him, and his empty chest was like a bellows. Violent noise.

He subconsciously controlled his expression, keeping his facial features in a serious posture, but it had the opposite effect, making his face even more darkly humorous. In the end, he even instinctively lowered his head slightly to keep his face from being ugly. will be seen.

All of this only lasted for a short moment, because soon, Zhuang Sen remembered something. He looked up again. At this time, his face was swallowed up by complete anger in an instant.

【You... sneak in! My legion? 】

His answer was still laughter, loud laughter.

【sneak into? 】

【No! No! No! 】

[Do you...remember the Billiwin Galaxy? 】

Zhuang Sen thought of something, and his expression once again became a little embarrassed. He tried hard to suppress it, so that he still looked like the terrifying commander and hunter.

[When you left me where I was, facing Ran Dan's transformation Titan and the army, I was injured. 】

[From that moment on, I realized what I really am. 】

Zhuang Sen stood there, using the strongest willpower in his life to control his expression so that no one could tell what he was thinking.

He was silent, dead silent, with his head lowered and silent, like the most perfect black iron statue, until the footsteps of the extinct machine were close at hand.

Until Morgan reminded him with a whisper-like chuckle.

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[Ten seconds left...]

【My Warmaster. 】

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Zhuang Sen gritted his teeth.

He even forgot how he issued the order to contain the three extinct remnant machines with a voice that was almost gritted teeth.

He could hear the unwilling mechanical screams of the most vicious organic killers. These defeated and restrained iron-hearted exterminators possessed cunning natures and extreme hatred for organic life. They had no mercy or restraint, only hatred for organic life. The vicious joy of mass murder.

But in the face of Jonson's absolute highest order, these machines had no chance to disobey. Jonson turned his head and listened carefully to their footsteps as they arrived at the airdrop cabin, and then slowly turned his head back.

At this time, his face was once again occupied by complete indifference and determination, but when he looked at Morgan, the brows and corners of his mouth that trembled from time to time were still expressing some embarrassing emotions.

Finally, he looked directly into Morgan's eyes and spoke out his orders word by word in a tone that was almost gritting his teeth.

[Follow me back to the Indomitable Truth. 】

【Stay in your room and don’t go anywhere! 】

After saying that, he turned around and ordered his steps to move away little by little.

Behind him, there was only Morgan's low response.

【Follow your orders. 】

【Brother~】

This title made Zhuang Sen's body sway.

But he didn't stop.