Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Death walked into this room.

The leader of the Fourteenth Legion from Barbarus did not hide his hostility at all. His desolate eyes were focused on Morgan, as if he was wondering about this mortal's indifference, and those unfocused eyes struck James The heart of the Moon Wolf began to take a deep breath involuntarily.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and her hearing caught a chaotic heartbeat the moment Mortarion walked in, which came from Sejames beside her.

But after just a few breaths, the originally panicked heartbeat returned to calmness again. Ms. Spider turned her gaze away, only to see that the fourth captain of the Luna Wolves had completely calmed down: even if he was facing an obvious visitor. A primarch of evil.

This couldn't help but make Morgan value him more in his heart.

Mortarion did not stay where he was, nor did he say any nonsense. He moved towards Morgan and Sejames at a rather steady speed, as if an irresistible torrent was rolling towards the beautiful village.

By mortal standards, the conference room they were in was actually very spacious. There was a huge conference table that could seat at least fifty mortal officers. Mirrors three to four meters high were decorated among the floor-to-ceiling windows. The dim room appears wider and brighter.

But it was too narrow for the Primarch's majesty and pace.

In an instant, Mortarion had arrived in front of them, and just as the Lord of Death was approaching a dangerous distance, James frowned and took a step forward, vaguely blocking Morgan.

"I salute you, Lord Mortarion. What is your purpose here?"

Mortarion seemed a little surprised by Sejames' move. He stopped his heavy steps and took a quiet breath.

[This is my flagship, the boy of the Luna Wolf, I can go anywhere. 】

[Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. 】

[Get out of my way. 】

Barbarus's voice was as hoarse and slow as ever. His eyes didn't even stay on James, but stared at the wizard with almost all his attention: Until now, she didn't show the slightest panic, just like his The sight does not bring even the slightest bit of danger.

This is provocation.

Mortarion thought.

But then, he heard the real words of provocation.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

"However, Ms. Morgan is a named guest of our Gene-Father and an official envoy of the First Legion."

The Luna Wolf's words were not really finished and could be said to have ended abruptly, but the meaning was completely expressed by James's behavior: he stood in front of Mortarion like that, not moving at all. Do not move.

These short words and offensive actions successfully attracted Mortarion's attention. His eyes briefly left Morgan and came to Sejames. The Primarch looked indifferently at the man who dared to violate the law. The Luna Wolf who was against him: How long had it been since he had been so openly offended?

The aura of death and withering began to appear in the Pale King's eyes. Mortarion was good at this. Whether they were arrogant and domineering wizards or rebellious heirs, they would silently succumb under his eyes.

But obviously, just a little death and withering can't scare the leader of the Mourning Society.

Sejames just stood there, blocking between Morgan's silver hair and Mortarion's scythe. The most outstanding Luna Wolf was holding his hands behind his back at this time, not even grabbing the hilt of his sword. Standing there, his silence was his attitude and his words.

And every second of this silence made Mortarion feel more and more angry.

He took a step forward, almost pressing against the beloved son of Horus, and suppressed the anger and manic sounds squeezed out from between his teeth.

[Listen, you brat who dares to offend death, don’t think that you can be so stupid just by relying on Horus. 】

[I am the brother of Horus, the blood relative he really cares about, and you are just an unknown person among his thousands of descendants and subordinates. Even if I chop off your head here, Horus will not It's just that he will be angry with me for a few days. What step do you think he will go to for you? Are you at war with me? 】

[He cares about me more than you! 】

[Now, get out of the way and chop off your head before I want to! 】

The deep roar of the Primarch echoed in the room, as if the evil thoughts of the gods fell on the heads of the people. Even the proud Luna Wolf couldn't help but shake his body, but even so, James still didn't have the slightest intention. Retreating, he even straightened his chest and looked directly at the original body in front of him.

Word by word.

"Please calm down, my lord."

"Please speak the words of reason."

Mortarion seemed to be grinding his teeth, and a chilling sound slowly flowed out from his lips and teeth. The edge of the sickle blade reflected the dark light in the void, piercing the eyes.

Under this kind of pressure, cold sweat had already covered James's neck, but he still did not retreat even a little bit.

Until Morgan stepped forward.

[Okay, James, it seems that Lord Mortarion just has some minor misunderstandings with me and needs a friendly communication. 】

Morgan also took a step forward and put her palm on Sejames' back, as if conveying something. Mortarion could even see obvious changes in expression on Sejames' face: first a little shock, then Then there was silence and confusion.

After a few breaths, the Luna Wolf turned his head, his lips moved up and down, and he gave silent words of warning to Morgan.

"Don't move around, don't provoke me, just wait for me for a few minutes and I'll be back soon."

"I promise."

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When the body of the Shadow Luna Wolf disappeared at the end of the corridor, the Lord of Death snorted coldly and focused his eyes on the silver-haired wizard in front of him again.

She still didn't seem to have even the slightest bit of fear. The wizard even dared to turn his back to him, and walked leisurely to the floor-length mirror beside him, arranging her face and tall ponytail. Mortarion could vaguely see her pupils. A light-colored light flashed through it.

He wanted to laugh.

How many times have these arrogant wizards and arrogant psychic thugs relied on their own dirty power to defy truth and science, his power and reason, time and time again.

But in the end, they all fell under his scythe. Except for the victory that was snatched away, he never failed.

Of course, the wizard in front of him is still a member of the First Legion after all. Although he is not afraid of any of his brothers, he does not want to cause more trouble because of the life and death of a wizard: just cut off one of her hands. Right, right to warn and punish.

Just as he was thinking this, the silver-haired wizard had walked to the end of the conference table, about fifty or sixty meters away from him. She picked a chair and sat down, even crossing her legs and raising the corners of her mouth, speaking casually and Arrogant words.

[Nice to meet you, Lord of Death. 】

Exactly the same as before.

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Morgan held his chin with one hand, and put the other hand casually on the chair, dripping invisible drops of water on the floor.

She opened her mouth and said the plain but provocative greeting. Under her gaze, Mortarion did not fall into a more obvious irritability. He regained his reserved arrogance, The voice is unhurried.

[You know why I'm here, wizard, put away your shameless face, I will never be afraid to kill a wizard at any time: no matter who he is. 】

When he said this, Mortarion's scythe undulated in mid-air, exuding a terrifying color, but unfortunately, his only audience and audience did not seem to understand what fear was.

[I'm curious, why do you hate psykers so much? Is it because, as I heard, your home planet was troubled by a group of aliens with psychic powers? 】

[...This has nothing to do with you, your ugly nature is no more noble than those aliens. 】

[No, Lord Mortarion, I just want to know that you hate aliens so much that your two weapons, whether it is the scythe or the gun, do not look like the work of humans. 】

[...Shut your mouth, wizard, I have my own weapons to kill those aliens, or stupid psychic fools like you. 】

[What weapon? Are you using your bad breath to kill them? 】

【……】

【……】

【...You ugly witch! 】

The Lord of Death let out a low roar of pure rage. He waved his scythe and strode forward to kill.

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resistance.

extrusion.

asphyxia.

Powerful psychic power surrounded him in an instant, even making him feel out of breath. Every step he took was like carrying a real mountain on his back.

Damn...it's obviously only such a short distance.

Like a storm, like a huge wave, like an invisible giant hitting with all its strength, Mortarion's knees creaked in his armor, and he let out an overwhelmed groan. The Primarch struggled to raise his head. , I even feel that my vision has been somewhat blurred and distorted.

The original gene clenched his teeth, and he stared angrily at the wizard in front of him: she was sitting there, motionless, with the plainest and most sarcastic smile on her face, and her fingers were shaking in the air. Every time he broke through a psychic shield, a stronger shield would appear in front of him before he could advance even one meter, as if it would never end.

This witch...

He cursed in a low voice, and the noble anger condensed into an unstoppable force in his heart. With a low roar, he took a few steps forward, and rushed through several shields and psychic powers in one breath. Squeeze the net, and before the new attack arrives, he raises his [Bright Lamp].

Gunfire rang out.

There was no hit, but the complacent silver-haired wizard was distracted for about a second: that was enough for the Primarch.

When Morgan turned around again, Mortarion's scythe was already kissing her white neck.

The Lord of Death smiled.

[You should use your full strength, you ugly witch, despicable thief, arrogant and ignorant clown, you have no idea what real fighting is. 】

But the answer to his proud declaration was the same cold smile.

[I did use all my strength, Lord Mortarion. 】

The leader of the Fourteenth Legion let out a disdainful sneer.

【Full force? so be it. 】

He retracted the scythe, then a cold light flashed and cut into Morgan's right arm.

But just before she was about to hit the target, Morgan's figure turned into a bubble of illusion and disappeared. The next moment, she appeared behind Mortarion, her face still looking like it had not lasted for eternity. Changed smile.

The Lord of Death slowly turned his head, his face was very serious: it was not because of this miss, but because he was sensitive to the fact that something seemed wrong.

There seems to be something wrong...

He squinted his eyes, and his thoughts began to roar in his mind, but before he could figure everything out, eager footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the conference room.

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[That's enough, Mortarion, my most rational brother, don't lose your calm! 】

Horus is coming.

The tall Wolf Shepherd hurriedly opened the door, and behind him was James James, who had left not long ago.

The Lord of the Luna Wolves first looked around the room, and then strode to Mortarion's side. His eyes wandered halfway, confirming Morgan's life or death, and then turned to look at himself. brother.

[Okay, Mortarion, calm down, my most cautious brother, what made you lose your reason? 】

The words of the Wolf God interrupted Mortarion's thinking. He looked at his brother, then at Sejames, and then snorted in a loud voice, although he muttered lowly to Horus. .

[An arrogant psyker is now on my flagship. Horus, you know me. We are brothers. You know how unbearable this is for me. 】

The Shepherd God blinked.

[Of course we are brothers, my Mortarion. In my heart, you are more important than my legion and all honors. 】

These words made Mortarion raise his head proudly, and his eyes even glanced at Sejames arrogantly. Horus saw all this, and it was only then that he patted Mortarion's shoulders hugged him affectionately, and he took this opportunity to advise him to commit suicide in the ears of the Lord of Death.

[Mortarion, I know your anger and dissatisfaction. This is a normal and reasonable request. I also know that you are a misunderstood wise man. Those ignorant mortals do not have your foresight, and they will only slander you. The power and wisdom, I know all of this. 】

[Why do you have to be so serious about a psychic wizard? She just jumped on the express train of one of our brothers and became a domineering mediocre person. What's the benefit of killing her? I don't want to see you receive more unreasonable and unsentimental accusations because of this wizard. This should not be your fate, my brother. 】

[Leave all this to me, and I guarantee that she will never offend your legion again. 】

[Your heirs are conquering cities and territories in the most dangerous places, winning unimaginable victory and glory. You should be with them, my toughest brother, just a mortal, why should you care so much? 】

[She is just a low-level filthy thing, not worth your while. 】

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Mortarion left with pride in his heart.

Along with Horus's words, everyone present could see Morgan's drooped shoulders and the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. This scene, coupled with Horus's words, was enough to satisfy Mortarion.

So, the smart man left in a big way.

As soon as Mortarion's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Horus showed his signature smile. He looked around the room again, and then was silent for a while.

[Come out, Ms. Morgan, I know you haven't left. 】

The voice of the Shepherd God continued to echo in the room. After a few breaths, the mirror surface of the floor mirror closest to Horus suddenly began to fluctuate like water ripples. After a while, the figure with silver hair and blue eyes walked out. , she waved her hand, and the [Morgan] who kept vomiting blood turned into an afterimage.

[You are more perceptive than I thought, Lord Horus. 】

[After all, not everyone will ignore the name of Soul Drinker. 】

The Wolf Shepherd smiled and walked up to Morgan. His face seemed to be radiating a ray of light that made Morgan unable to open his eyes.

Horus bent down and stretched out his palm, palm facing up.

【Horus. 】

Morgan looked at this huge palm, was silent for a moment, and slowly put his green fingers on it, like putting a snow-white petal in the arms of a giant wolf.

[Morgan, it is an honor to meet you, Lord Horus, I have long admired your name. 】

The Wolf Shepherd smiled.

[It seems that James has often mentioned me to you? 】

A smile appeared on Morgan's lips.

[Why bother, Lord Horus. 】

[In which legion is the name of the Wolf Shepherd God not resoundingly heard? 】

For a moment, the hearty laughter of Horus was the only thing in the room.