Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Our brothers... are a little weird, aren't they."

"I felt a strange aura in him, a kind of indifferent tragedy that made people cry, but it was neither Hamlet nor Macbeth, but a more... crude feeling."

Fulgrim stood dignifiedly on the dilapidated iron tower. He hesitated for a few seconds, carefully keeping his cloak away from the railings that had not been scrubbed for an unknown period of time, and then turned his head. He looked at his blood relatives with seriousness and confusion.

Under the fingertips of Chemos Phoenix is ​​the city of Quintus, the core of the midnight ghost's rule. At this time, it is filled with torrents of death and silence, which are tens of thousands of Nostramos. People lowered their heads and formed the quietest queue, leading all the way to the fine gold factories that devoured them, continuing their eternal daily work.

"There's something not right about this world, folks."

Chemos Phoenix's brows wrinkled because of the weak sun above his head and the oppressive stench of exhaust smoke, writing the dissatisfaction and disgust in the heart of the Primarch. He quickly left his position and returned Among his blood relatives, and behind them, the huge family recognition ceremony had just ended. The Astartes warriors and Nostramo bureaucrats silently exited, leaving those who were the noblest to possess Hear the glory of the Emperor's words.

"I think it's okay. Except that the problems brought about by industrial development don't seem to be given enough attention, this world is pretty good. It's quiet, busy, and orderly. It's a qualified industrial world."

As always, the first person to answer Fulgrim was his Gorgon. These two close brothers with outstanding military exploits and brilliance stood at the core of the five Primarchs. Next to them were the silent rocks, smiling. the apostle, and the Lord of the Far Eastern Frontier who had just returned and seemed quite unfamiliar.

The expressions of each Primarch were not very good, because although what they saw was far less chaotic than imagined, it also revealed an indescribable sense of oppression. The Lord of the Word Bearers had quietly lowered his head. , began to pray for the gospel from the emperor for this dilapidated country, and Dorn turned his eyes to the oldest and tallest buildings. Every time he saw a rusty wall, his originally extremely serious face It becomes darker.

As for the Gene Mother of the Second Legion, her eyes focused on another interesting thing: Morgan's will drifted with the slight movement of his pupils, curiously looking at the Norths scattered in the dull crowd. Tlamore dignitaries, and soon she was secretly smacking her lips at the darkness of souls she saw.

"Come on, Ferus."

Fulgrim walked back to his brother and raised his chin arrogantly, defending his point of view and authority.

"I have ruled a real industrial world and personally led it from the brink of death to a prosperous age. I know very well what an industrial world should look like, especially one with obvious characteristics like Nostramo. A fringe planet with inherent advantages.”

"Let me tell you, I originally thought I would see a chaotic, wealthy and crazy world, where a handful of ruling classes occupied most of the voices with their extravagant desires, but what happened before our eyes was It will make any righteous person angry, but it will also be an undeniable abnormal prosperity."

"But the reality is contrary to my imagination and experience. Look at us. Although this world has its own prosperity, its own career, and even comforting stability, it is silent. The silence was terrifying. There was not even a roaring engine on those wide roads. Thousands of neon lights and billboards were spread across every corner of the city, which was enough to show that they were once glorious and prosperous, but now, they are just a piece of land. Just a dull screen."

"They are very quiet, everything is very quiet, but this quietness is definitely not a long tradition or a valuable consensus, because I can't see it on the faces of those people."

"This kind of silence... is more like a kind of breathless concentration under the fangs."

"I am not sure what has happened to this world, my brothers, but I am certain that the changes it has undergone will not be entirely for the good."

The Phoenician's face was serious, and his words successfully attracted the attention of all his blood relatives, but there was no real response that could answer his concerns. Several of the Primarchs present were either concerned about this. There is no way to start with the dead silence, or they simply don’t care about such a remote world.

Finally, Ferus took a step forward, walked to Fulgrim's side, patted his shoulder gently, and showed a smile that was so rough that it was heart-wrenching.

"No need to worry so much, Phoenix."

"This is the world that belongs to our brothers. He is the king here, and the residents here are also surrendering to his rule. All this is obvious. Since Conrad would choose to create his home planet in this way, it means that There must be some truth and opinions that belong to him."

"Just like I allowed the disputes between Medusa's reservation tribes, the situation in each world is different, and the problems in our eyes may not shake the foundation of Conrad's rule here at all."

"……I hope so."

The Phoenician snorted softly, and his eyes drifted to the midnight ghost who stood beside the emperor and said nothing. His pupils exuded real concern and care.

"But our brother does not seem to be a real king. He is more like a statue of a god that shocks everyone. I am worried about whether he has experienced real education and understands the meaning of rule and development."

"You seem to care about this issue?"

Gorgon's soft whisper brought Fulgrim back to his senses. He raised his head, showed a meaningful smile, gently buttoned the hard armor under Ferus' neck, and then placed it on Gorgon. whispered in his ear.

"Does this make you jealous?"

"I'm not that stingy."

"Come on, look at the fire burning in your chest, it's hotter than your forge."

"That's what I always do, Phoenix, that's what I always do."

"Yes, I know. This is also one of my favorite things about you. After all, phoenixes are always attracted to flames, even if the being in the flames is the terrifying Gorgon."

"Do you regret this?"

"Would your flames burn brighter if I answered 'sometimes'?"

Whispers and laughter rang out from the lips and ear shells of the two Primarchs. Tiny fragments leaked out, and flowed into the ears of the other Primarchs on the side with the foul-smelling breeze. The Word Bearers and the Imperial Fists The owner seemed to have been accustomed to this for a long time, while the other poor mother of Dawnbreaker couldn't help but dilate her pupils.

⊙ω⊙

Morgan blinked: her soul had just been shocked by the extremely high [average literacy] of the Nostramo people, and when she turned around, she saw this scene created by two blood relatives, which shocked her even more.

And just as the leader of the Second Legion was looking at the two blood relatives who were closely attached to each other, she was patted on one shoulder: it was Luo Jia.

The Lord of the Word Bearers showed that gentle smile that had remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years. He had just finished praying for Nostramo. He had obviously seen this scene, but he was already calm and could even look towards his own. The new blood relative slowly shook his head, telling her there was no need to be so surprised.

"Our brothers: Fulgrim and Ferrus, this has always been the case. This is just a way of expressing their friendship, a blessing given to them by the Emperor."

【……】

Does the Emperor also bless this aspect?

On the other side, although Donne's gaze did not bring any action or words, it also clearly expressed the same meaning: there is no need to be surprised by such a trivial matter.

【……】

I don’t know why, but compared to the stunning performances of Fulgrim and Ferrus, the already familiar postures of Lorgar, Dorn and even the Lord of Mankind not far away made Morgan feel deeper in his heart. In shock.

But fortunately, this shock did not last long, because as the Lord of Mankind moved his steps, Phoenix and Gorgon soon separated. Fulgrim joined forces with his brothers while heading towards the second The Lord of the Legion cast a bright gaze.

"Will your legions come to take over Nostramo, Morgan?"

【……take over? 】

"Yes, temporarily managed."

[But this is Coze’s home planet. 】

"It doesn't look like our brothers will be acting alone anytime soon."

Fulgrim glanced at his new sister, studying some of the default rules between the Emperor and the Primarch.

"Have you not noticed that the Eighth Legion did not accompany us, and none of us received news of their assembly? This shows that the Emperor does not want to hand over the Eighth Legion to Curze's management in a short period of time."

【Why? 】

"Because our brothers need time to adapt and learn."

Ferus took over the words, and in his deep voice, several Primarchs began to walk towards the Storm Bird together. The Lord of Humanity took the Midnight Ghost to go first. He needed to conduct a test on his new heir. Comprehensive physical examination.

"Almost every Primarch will undergo a period of learning after returning to adapt to life in the void. Such learning may be with the Emperor, or with a certain brother. Of course, the best thing is to …”

"Holy Terra. ""

Fulgrim and Ferrus spoke this answer tactfully. They blinked at each other and chuckled as they recalled their encounter at the foot of the Ural Mountains.

This time, Morgan found that she had put on an expression that was no different from Luo Jia's. The leader of the Second Legion couldn't help but secretly feel lucky for his efficient learning ability.

[Does every Primarch go through such a period of time? 】

"Most of them are. After all, even we can't adapt to the void and the Great Crusade in an instant. There must be a buffer period: Take you, Morgan, for example, haven't you been studying with Zhuangson for more than ten years? What?"

【……yes. 】

So is that learning?

Why doesn't she feel that way?

[So, who will Conrad study with? 】

"Either the Emperor or one of us, and I hope it's me."

Fulgrim smiled and patted Ferus's shoulder armor to comfort him. Then, when several Primarchs finally came to the Storm Bird, Phoenix turned his head and asked Morgan his first question. .

"So, you haven't answered my question yet, Morgan: Will your legion come to take over Nostramo?"

Morgan thought for a moment, only for a moment, and then shook his head.

[As you can all see, Conrad seems to be very proud of his governance and does not need any intervention from any of us. 】

"But it seems that this place is not far away from your Avalon Federation, it is very close."

[This is not a good reason, Fulgrim. I have no authority to send my own troops and officials to another blood brother's home world, except by the Emperor's orders. 】

Besides, I don't have that interest either.

Morgan added in his mind.

As a master who has gone far in the soul, although several Primarchs present were vaguely aware of Nostramo's strange situation, no one could understand as clearly as Morgan how bad this world is. To what extent.

There are countless vicious souls that are rare in the world in this golden land, and the fangs of the Midnight Ghost have not made them extinct at all, but only made them temporarily quiet and waited for a suitable opportunity.

But now, this opportunity has come: Midnight Ghost confidently left this world that has been redeemed in his eyes. Without his fangs and cruelty, Nostramo will move at a speed that no one can imagine. Returning to depravity, it is not a fertile ground of high value, but a pot of boiling soup that is about to explode.

How could the rational and shrewd Spider Queen be interested in such a world? Let her rude brother return here one day in the future and swallow the bitter pill.

As for other things, she doesn't care. The only value of Nostramo is its fine gold, and there is no shortage of this precious metal in the Far Eastern Frontier.

Of course, on the surface, Morgan still maintained a serious and loyal attitude. This attitude made several of her brothers nod with satisfaction, treating her as one of their own kind.

"An expected answer, Morgan, and the right one."

Phoenix patted the sisters on the shoulders, showed a smile, and then uttered a whisper that was almost to himself.

"Unlike some Ultramarians..."

——————

[How do you feel about your blood brothers, Conrad? You will have to fight side by side for a long time, each playing your own role. 】

The Lord of Mankind led his descendants of Nostramo into the desolation amidst the splendor. With a wave of his hand, the Emperor summoned a large number of scientific instruments that were completely unknown to the Midnight Ghost. The heir maintained spiritual communication while frowning at Conrad's long list of physical reports.

The Midnight Ghost curled up, as out of place as the most stubborn piece of dirt in this clean, sterile room. The King of the Night obeyed the emperor's words and conducted various physical examinations. , but always maintains the attitude of cherishing words like gold.

It wasn't until a while later that Curze's weak answer was captured by the will of the Lord of Mankind.

"I see the future for most of them, Father, and it's not pretty."

[The future is not important, my Conrad, don't be bothered by it. 】

The Emperor answered his heir with a smile, and because his light was enough to suppress those wanton prophecies, the Midnight Ghost, who temporarily lacked evidence, did not rush to refute. He just kept himself quiet and kept looking for the shadows in the room. corner, thinking about how to get into it as quickly as possible.

Of course, at the same time, he was indeed thinking seriously about the question from the Lord of Humanity: his blood relatives and his genetic kin.

The first thing Midnight Ghost thought of was the silver-haired figure. He glanced at the Lord of Humanity who was busy with various reagents and wanted to express his meaning, but he quickly restrained his thoughts.

Among all the blood relatives he had seen, the creature named [Morgan] was undoubtedly the most impressive. Although the Midnight Ghost saw a real warm light in Fulgrim's pupils, he also Jia saw the darkest madness in the background, but compared to the moment Morgan came into his sight, all the light and madness were eclipsed.

Morgan, his blood relative, she is definitely not a living person.

Although such words have been designated as offensive by the Emperor, deep in the heart of Midnight Ghost, he is extremely convinced of his judgment and prediction, especially when his heart and pupils see the same thing.

Morgan was dead, he was very sure of this, because he clearly saw the moment of her death, and could even describe every detail and process in detail, and could clearly describe the most terrifying catastrophe.

——————

At the end of the so-called Second Randan War, just when several legions of the Human Empire united to deal the final blow to the strongest enemy of the Great Crusade, a silent threat began to emerge. The battle lines of the Imperium of Man emerged, destroying in just a few months the fruits of countless generations and blood.

Countless purified worlds began to burn again, countless fleets rushing to the front line disappeared inexplicably, and the final blow to Ran Dan's powerful enemy turned into a dazed self-care in just a few months, and the aliens were able to escape. Returning to the darkness outside their territory, a more powerful opponent, an unprecedented betrayer, has replaced the former mighty Ran Dan Empire and become the most terrifying enemy of the empire and even mankind.

The most angry and harsh orders were issued from the mouth of the Lord of Mankind, and the most terrifying weapons on Mars were taken out. The sons of the lion and the wild wolves gathered under the emperor's command, and rushed together to the starry sky that suddenly fell into chaos. , to work together to eliminate the traitors and legions who have been determined to be in eternal doom.

Morgan, the Emperor's daughter, the third Primarch to return, Lord and Queen of the Second Legion, a hero who had devoted her blood and sweat to the Great Crusade for decades: she was proven to have become a traitor to the Imperium of Man. The most terrifying opponent, she has devoured the entire Far Eastern Frontier and most of the northern half of the galaxy. She already possesses blasphemous power comparable to that of Holy Terra. Tens of millions of worlds and expedition fleets can’t wait to swear allegiance to her. , no matter how loyal they were to the Emperor before.

The Lord of Mankind's army rolled over the traitor's territory without hesitation, and the Eleventh Legion was the well-deserved vanguard. Although their Primarch had not yet returned, its strength was powerful enough to conquer Morgan's blasphemous soil. Plowing bloody passages.

The Eleventh Legion sang triumphant songs and attacked fiercely: until they plunged into the Far Eastern Frontier and lost all news in an instant, hundreds of thousands of Astartes warriors just evaporated silently. Even the Emperor was unsure of their fate.

Panic began to spread, and the expansion of the eastern and northern galaxies was urgently halted, because the imperial world there was falling into the arms of the traitors at an unimaginable speed. Holy Terra hurriedly declared victory in the Second Randan War, and in In the next ten years, an unimaginable force was accumulated to launch the [Third Randan War].

Of course, only those real participants in the war would know that in the face of the mighty power of the Lord of Mankind, Ran Dan had long been crushed like crumbs, and the real enemy had become completely obliterated by the emperor's order. The Second Primarch and her Legion: Because more and more horrific deeds have proven that those worlds that were once recaptured by the Second Legion during the Great Crusade, or the expedition fleets that are familiar with Morgan's deeds, are ignoring All flocked to the kingdom of betrayers and became Morgan's craziest minions.

The fear caused by this phenomenon reached its peak the moment the Second Legion appeared, especially since this group of irredeemable traitors not only carried a large number of renegade auxiliary troops, but also had an even more terrifying ally: one who had also betrayed humanity. Lord, the Eleventh Legion Astartes swore allegiance to Morgan.

The Dark Angels encountered the two rebel legions unexpectedly and suffered huge losses. Ten thousand of the best veterans of the Inner Circle sacrificed their lives to cover the legion's evacuation. However, their noble sacrifices resulted in the most terrible tragedy: when When the Space Wolves arrived as reinforcements, they were shocked to find that 10,000 zombie-like Dark Angels had become their opponents.

And while all this horror and blasphemy was happening, the Lord of Mankind and his Sigil Bearer were looking for the source of the traitor's power in the ruins of an ancient world. They soon discovered a millions-year-old... The owner of this great relic is the last surviving ancient saint family, and all the heritage of this great creator-like race has been looted by a silver-haired thief, leaving only a land that looks like a mixture of jellyfish and spiders. A strange empty shell of a body.

The Lord of Mankind recognized these empty shells. They belonged to a terrible subspace creature [Slaver]. According to legend, the subspace catastrophe gave the Old Saint the final blow, and he soon discovered another thing: in All the enslavers in this world have died miserably, and all their psychic powers and means of enslaving other species have been greedily devoured, and the number of dead...is enough to scare the Emperor.

Obviously, when the Ran Dan War was in full swing, someone came to the last refuge of the ancient saint, took away the last bit of the creator's legacy, and used it as bait for a trap, attracting countless people who would eventually be succumbed to her. Subspace creatures swallowed.

And the enslavers, this kind of subspace creature that in legend gave the ancient saints the final blow and swept the entire galaxy, obviously became the only main course of a crazy feast in this world: as for the gluttonous guest After feasting on tens of thousands of enslavers and other creatures of the Warp, the extent to which she would become twisted, strengthened, and mad was beyond the Emperor's expectations.

The more horrifying details discovered by the Lord of Mankind even exceeded Conrad's cognition. What he saw in the prophecy was only the process of the so-called third Randan War, and there were places that he could not see clearly. , he could barely hear the exclamation and fear of the Destroying Power in the storm.

Under the onslaught of the human empire at all costs, the kingdom of betrayers gradually withered to the north of the galaxy, but the price of this victory is unimaginable: fighting against Morgan's slaves is the most terrible slow suicide. If you win before your spirit is broken and quickly perform the corresponding memory erasure surgery, then even the most powerful Astartes warriors will become the puppets of the betrayers without any resistance. At least 20,000 Dark Angels have become such tragedies one after another, and under the personal operation of those "unknowing" colleagues, they were completely wiped out by the extermination order issued by the Father of Genes.

Countless fallen worlds were ordered to exterminate under such deadly threats. Countless mortal auxiliary armies, expeditionary fleets and even Titan legions became victims of the dragging battle lines without knowing it, and were eventually destroyed collectively. Those who did not participate in the war The characters, even those Primarchs on the other side of the galaxy, have been completely wiped out of all memories of the betrayers. They don't even know what the Dark Angels are doing in the north of the galaxy.

In this way, in the next few decades, the apocalyptic war spanned the northwest part of the galaxy. The northern part of the Empire was on the verge of destruction. The Eleventh Legion was defeated by the Dark Angel's cavalry in its desperate loyalty to Morgan. Crushed alive, the remaining gene seeds were used to create a new eleventh legion.

It was not until the tenth year of this war that the Dark Angels and Space Wolves captured the whereabouts of their traitorous blood relative in an unintentional operation. The two Primarchs did not even have time to call on the power of the Emperor. He was ready to die with this terrible traitor at all costs.

This terrible battle of annihilation completely destroyed a galaxy. The First Legion used all their trump cards, as well as a total of 50,000 soldiers who were ready to die, as well as equal sacrifices from the Space Wolves, to send two genetic originals to each other. The body was killed in front of Morgan.

In the end, when the Lord of Mankind arrived at the fastest speed, he saw Jonson and Leman Russ who were almost collapsed. They each held a heart from Morgan. As for the galaxy itself as the battlefield, It has been erased from time and space in front of the Dark Angel's secret weapon.

At the time, everyone thought the war was over.

It was not until more than ten years later that the Eleventh Primarch returned to the Empire and reunited with his legion. His somewhat strange behavior soon aroused the doctrine of the Seal Bearer. Under the constant investigation of this loyal servant of the Emperor, He discovered a most terrible secret.

That secret involved Morgan, who was theoretically dead long ago, and a terrible ambition that could shake the Empire of Man: In the end, the Eleventh Legion and their original body were exterminated for no reason under the forcible order of the Lord of Mankind, and when their final When a soldier fell, everyone heard the whispers about [Morgan].

Morgan is dead.

Morgan won't die.

She will return, when more people whisper of her presence, and she will return to the galaxy.

Not even the Emperor can stop her then.

Because she already has her own seat, she and them are already equal figures.

——————

Curze blinked.

This is what he saw, this is what he witnessed and happened when Morgan's figure flashed in his pupils.

But now, all of this has been ridiculously crushed. His blood relatives who have long since disappeared into the void are standing in front of him, showing him an insincere smile, while everything around him is competing with this abominable thing. The creatures are indifferent and even regard them as true kindred spirits.

A bunch of idiots, they can't even see what kind of thing is standing in front of them.

But Coates saw it.

He saw it clearly.

He saw what the Emperor said about his daughter, what the Primarch said about his blood relatives, and what those silver-armored Astartes warriors said about the Genetic Mother. He saw the corpses crawling out of the tomb, covered in She put on a layer of cold human skin and stood in front of him, smiling at him.

They said she was human.

No, she is not.

She is absolutely not.

[You seem to be uneasy about some of your blood relatives, Conrad. 】

In the deathly silence, the Lord of Humanity slowly turned his head. He caught some of the fluctuations in his son's heart, and felt a little emotional about it.

Midnight Ghost did not answer, because he was carefully recalling the moment when Morgan walked into his eyes, and carefully recalling what the living dead named Morgan looked like in his eyes.

——————

She is not human.

This is the literal meaning.

Morgan, not a human being.

She is a statue, a snow-white creation that has been fragmented, a pure statue of the Virgin whose lower body and limbs have been smashed. Her body is covered with mottled blood, and where the pupils were originally, there are only a series of ferocious spider-like compound eyes. , without eyeballs, leaving dozens of holes of flesh and blood, and where the lips and teeth were originally, there was nothing, only a frightening whiteness.

Her arms were broken, both gentle and soft, but also steely and unreasonable. Her forearms had disappeared, replaced by rotten olive vines connecting the joints between the elbow and the wrist. Her hands were tightly Holding two rusty objects, it is a balance that is always biased, with light on one side and blood on the other. In the other hand, there is a sharp blade made of human skin and bones, exuding a powerful force. The musty smell that lingers.

She was wearing a tattered snow-white robe. As cute as her face was, her body was terrifying. Where those robes couldn't cover, there were white bones covered with howling souls of injustice, extending all the way to her. The blazing fire beneath his feet extended into a piece of flesh and blood that could only be permanently tortured rather than consumed and grown.

Morgan has no legs. She stands on top of all the pain out of thin air. What she rides is a nightmare that will never wake up. Where her pale robe is delayed, there are foundations made of tears and the foundations made from them. Endless sharp daggers, these daggers would only be used for assassins' atrocities, and one happened to be parked next to Morgan's neck.

This is Morgan.

This is what his blood relative looks like in the eyes of Midnight Ghost.

He only recalled it for a second, and then quickly opened his eyes, unwilling to recall that disgusting appearance. At this moment, he heard the always busy father of genes say something easily. , yet unmistakable voice, spoke to him.

[Conrad Coates, my boy. 】

[I have something to tell you. 】

[Actually, before I came to pick you up, I had arranged the most suitable mentor for you among your blood relatives...]