Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Sir! The Dawn Goddess launched a gang of torpedoes at us! At least one hundred and forty!"

"Sir! Something happened to the core console just now, and it was invaded by an unknown person!"

The same moment, the same core, different places, different characters: just after the wrong offensive was sent out, on both sides of the illusory projection, the two powerful legion masters simultaneously received the same attack that shocked them. A message.

The next moment, sirens roared, sharp and ear-piercing, and sounded one after another on the two Glory Queen-class battleships that were very close to each other: the difference was that the whistle on the [Dawn Goddess] was an automatic alarm in an emergency, while the [Horse] The long sound on the Kurag's Glory was the war horn of a real attack.

Without the permission of any military commander, hundreds of torpedoes just appeared in the most sensitive and ambiguous middle zone between the two fleets. Countless monitoring arrays, shipboard radars and even the naked eyes of sailors They can all see them clearly, and quickly figure out what they represent, the most terrifying and unbelievable meaning.

Hundreds of the most powerful warships became commotion as a result, and millions of bewildered mortals began to follow their own instincts without receiving orders: At that moment when the Lord of Macragge was stunned, His flagship began to turn and avoid. This move directly caused the entire Thirteenth Legion's grand fleet to fall into brief chaos and war cries.

On the other side, the Void War Engines of the Dawnbreaker Legion were stagnated at their respective posts. This sudden attack made the veterans of Terra look at each other in shock, never expecting an ordinary brotherhood meeting. Such a situation breaks out.

After another moment, countless heavy footsteps began to sound on countless battleships in the two fleets. The Astartes who were born for battle instinctively entered the fighting position, although most of them remained His face was extremely confused, and he didn't even know whether he should turn on the firepower system of the battleship.

Only those veterans of Terra who belong to the Dawnbreaker Legion, as well as the silent warriors of certain chapters in the Ultramarines Legion, would clenched their weapons without hesitation in a sad but determined movement, and closed the door. He closed his eyes and waited for any orders that might come.

And just when this torrent of confusion, panic, astonishment and awareness shattered the fragile peace model of the two Astartes legions, Guilliman slowly turned around and stared intently. He saw the holographic projection of his blood relative, and his trembling fingers almost crushed the data pad that brought the bad news in his hand.

Opposite him was the leader of the Second Legion who had also grabbed the data pad from the hands of the descendants. At this time, he had already frowned: Morgan was calmer than her blood relatives. She had even come towards him. The reported descendant asked a question.

"Morgan of Avalon, my blood relative! Tell me! What is going on?"

"Is this your order? Or is all this just a terrible misunderstanding? A technical failure that occurred on your battleship system? Answer my question quickly, we still have time to solve it!"

The continuous words were more like direct inquiries than doubts, but the throat that spat it out was so pale and blank, revealing the true thoughts in the Lord of Ultramar's heart. He leaned forward. , as if he could step through the holographic projection and grasp the hands of his blood relatives far away, even forgetting to prepare his battleship for battle.

The hands that could create a great nation were now clenched, and in the blink of an eye a large area of ​​whiteness appeared. Guilliman's majestic body trembled because of this sudden disaster, and trembled because of his shock and anger. In this genetic Behind the Primarch, the high-ranking officers of the Ultramarines were roaring with orders to activate all battleship defense networks, and were constantly requesting further orders from their Primarch.

Especially the grumpy Auguston. His hands had already grasped the weapon tightly, and his eyes looking at the figure of the leader of the Second Legion had already lost the last trace of respect, leaving only the bottomless tenacity when looking at the enemy.

But no one has given the order to fire yet: because their genetic father didn't say anything, he just stared closely at the projection of his blood relatives, and his blood relatives just looked at the data pad in his palm, his face gradually turning pale.

After a few seconds, the Spider Queen breathed a short sigh of relief. She seemed to be whispering something. The sound was so fast that Guilliman couldn't hear it clearly, but he could barely make out that the words in Morgan's mouth were unimaginable filth.

Then, Morgan showed her data pad in front of her, allowing Guilliman to clearly read the words on it. At the same time, Lana, who was running wildly, also brought another bad news, which made Spider The Queen's face turned ferocious in an instant, but she still maintained her rationality with the utmost restraint and reported to her blood relatives in a clear voice.

[This is not a technical mistake or betrayal, Guilliman, please believe this: Do you remember the brother we just mentioned? That bastard on my boat? I think he slipped into my control room while we were talking and fired these torpedoes at your ship. 】

The Spider Queen confided these explanations in an instant, speaking so fast that no one except her and Guilliman could hear her clearly. She even added psychic powers to ensure that her words could be clearly transmitted to her brothers. in the ears.

The Lord of the Ultramarines swallowed hard. He stared at Morgan closely, with a trace of the pain of betrayal still remaining in his pupils. It took him a moment to understand Morgan's words, and then he twisted himself amidst the constant shouts of the heirs behind him. face, making judgments.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at his blood relative again. From her sincere face, he drew the last strength to support the trust between them.

"Are there any of your soldiers up there?"

Guilliman asked, and his question made Morgan feel truly relieved, and her eyes began to look towards the Lord of Ultramar with a hint of true respect.

【Please wait a minute. 】

The tone of respect that flowed from the Spider Queen's mouth was a sincerity and respect that even the Lord of Humanity had never received.

The Lord of the Second Legion took a step back. She took a deep breath. Her blue pupils flashed with a bright light that was more dazzling than the sun. Endless power boiled from the sea of ​​her soul at this moment. Dancing and breaking out, in the blink of an eye it turned into a wave that could sweep over tens of millions of people, enveloping all the souls on the entire Glory Queen-class battleship and bringing them into the Gene Queen's net.

This wave was so terrifying, arrogant and brutal that all the Astropaths, Navigators and Think Tanks involuntarily knelt on the ground, bowing to this majestic Queen. Even the most powerful Astartes warriors Under the impact of this soul, their steps were swaying and crumbling, and the Old Guards closest to the Primarch were already slumped in the corner, enduring a little pain in their bodies.

In the face of such power, even those outstanding warriors, such as the most powerful Bayar and Ahriman who was looking for Hector, could not help but grit their teeth and silently bear the power of the Primarch.

In the blink of an eye, Morgan roughly searched her battleship with psychic powers, and it took less than a second to digest it successfully. When she opened her eyes again and looked at Guilliman, her pupils had already Convincing the Lord of Ultramar who believed her words.

[There are no soldiers of mine on those torpedoes, brother. 】

"Are you sure?"

[I remember the soul of every heir on my ship. 】

The words of the Lord of the Second Legion were decisive, but this did not alleviate her frown much, because she sensed that just after searching her soul, the last few gang-hopping torpedoes were launched, and, Just during the inspection just now...

[But there is one thing, Guilliman, I did not detect the soul belonging to Konrad on my battleship: he is most likely on top of those gang-hopping torpedoes. 】

"……Are you sure?"

The Lord of Ultramar, who was just about to raise his hand and order his descendants to intercept the torpedoes, frowned again. The corners of his mouth twitched continuously, and finally he slowly lowered the hand that was about to give the order.

Morgan didn't speak. She just used her psychic power to forcefully contact the heir who just felt the control room and asked him about the situation inside.

Soon, she got the answer: when the Dawnbreakers' reinforcements arrived, they happened to catch up with the launch of the last jump torpedo, and the three warriors at the front could swear that in their hurry, they saw Arriving at the tall figure in dark blue armor among the torpedoes.

【……】

[He is heading to your battleship, my brother, although I do not know the reason why he is doing this: I originally planned to take him to visit you. 】

Guilliman gasped, and in a great hesitation, he gave the only correct order to his descendants: no matter how angry he was now, Guilliman did not lose his calm, he knew that no matter how angry he was, Guilliman did not lose his calmness. Whatever the reason, he cannot really harm another Primarch. This is a silent iron rule.

"Don't fire. Everyone retreats and remains on standby. Lower the shields and let those torpedoes... smash in. At the same time, order everyone to prepare for level one combat and wait for my next order."

"grown ups……"

“Do it!!!”

The roar of the Lord of Ultramar got his team moving again, and he himself let out a long sigh. Looking at the reflection of his blood relatives, there was no longer much resentment in his pupils.

"I don't know why he did this, Morgan, but I also don't care about the answer to this question: If Conrad came to my battleship as a guest, then he would get all my respect, but since He chose this method, so the first person to greet him can only be my sword. I hope he still has the most basic sense, so that we can solve this farce through conversation."

"I hope this won't offend you, my blood relative. After all, he is..."

[No need to worry, Guilliman, but please wait a moment. I will use my soul to teleport to the deck of your battleship right away. Please join me first before facing him: and during this period, do not let you If any soldier approaches those torpedoes without permission, you will never know how rich his methods are... 】

Genuine confusion and resistance flashed across the face of the Lord of the Ultramarines, and behind him, a formation of the most elite Thirteenth Legion had been assembled, and the entire battleship was waiting for the coming shock: and what follows. The anger set a prairie fire.

"Don't be so troublesome. I can deal with our brothers by myself. You must know that this is my flagship, Morgan. There is no way he can defeat me here!"

The Lord of the Second Legion watched Guilliman's impassioned speech with cold eyes. Although she now had a lot of respect for this blood relative, as long as she thought of...

Guilliman's strength.

Conrad's strength.

【……】

[No, Guilliman. 】

【Please! be sure! Wait for me to meet you, we must go together! 】

——————

A few minutes later, distortions caused by a wave of soul fluctuations appeared on the deck of the ship "Macragge's Glory". Guilliman, who was already waiting here, took a step forward and met the man who quickly walked out of the teleportation array. Morgan shook hands.

"It's a pity, blood relative, that I can only welcome your visit with this hasty etiquette. Please accept my apology. I promise that when you come to visit me, I will make the best preparations."

[It is I who should be sorry, Guilliman. Please forgive my negligence. I was deceived by our brother's lazy disguise and mistakenly thought that he was a figure who could be trusted a little. 】

The two Primarchs held hands, expressing their apologies and understanding, while behind them, the elites of the Dawnbreakers and Ultramarines lined up in their own ranks, looking at each other in silence, trying their best to hide the remaining confusion in their hearts.

Until this moment, the two large fleets were actually still in some kind of chaos. The delay in communication allowed the outermost warships to just have time to react. It might take a Terran standard or even longer to appease everyone. The mind of a warrior.

But in the two primarchs, everything was explained and the truth was given as quickly as possible. The two sons of the emperor, who each had heavy thoughts, walked quickly while constantly dispelling their worries. I was secretly glad in my heart.

Fortunately, this time Guilliman/Morgan is a reasonable blood relative.

"My soldiers have counted most of the torpedoes with bullets. They have caused some damage to my battleship, but it is not enough to make it lose the ability to fight: the mechanical priests and damage control departments on the ship are operating at full capacity. I believe in their ability.”

"Now, only the last few torpedoes remain unchecked: the channels leading to them have been completely blocked, and our brother has no way out."

The Lord of Ultramar strode forward in front of everyone. He gripped his sword politely and solemnly, and his pupils were dotted with just the right amount of anger: hot enough, but not enough to devour himself.

The Spider Queen followed closely behind Guilliman with a gloomy face. Her pupils were now paler than her complexion, which was a terrifying foretelling of disaster.

They passed through the dense crowd, and accurately found their targets amid the constant reports of the Ultramarines: the last suspects were now surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed Sons of Guilliman, who were scattered around They stood in a row in a messy corridor, with the forcibly destroyed ship hull behind them.

[The second one from the left, there is someone. 】

As soon as they arrived, Morgan's whispers rang in Guilliman's ears. The Lord of the Ultramarines rushed forward almost impatiently, while the Spider Queen hummed a spell and followed steadily behind her blood relatives.

The two Primarchs slowly approached the steel coffin that had always remained silent, and behind them, countless Astartes elites clenched their weapons, temporarily holding their breath for fear of A distraction of his own freed the demon inside.

In the suffocating silence, Guilliman opened the door to the landing torpedo, whispering angry inner words.

"Let me see you, you..."

"this……"

The Lord of the Ultramarines widened his eyes and was speechless for a moment. When the Spider Queen behind him looked over, she couldn't help but cast a look of astonishment.

【This is……】

[Hector? 】

The torpedo is not the midnight ghost that everyone fears and hates, but Hector, who seems to have nothing to do with all this.

I saw that the son of Morgan, who was as tall as the original body, had fallen into a coma. He was lying inside, and his armor had been rendered by a dark blue that was the same color as the midnight ghost's armor: if the door of the torpedo was closed, and only the If the observation time is the next moment, even the most astute Astartes warriors will most likely confuse him with the Midnight Ghost.

But the problem now is...

"This is your warrior..."

Guilliman muttered.

"He is here...then our brother, where is he?"

——————

"Breathe—breathe—"

"Breathe—breathe—"

Conrad breathed greedily, grabbing the thin air with big mouthfuls, so that his claws would have enough power and his mind would be clear enough.

He was awake, awake enough to play with two Primarchs, and two Legions.

He knew that this kind of trick would eventually be exposed, and he also knew what would be waiting for him after it was exposed: but so what? He doesn't care.

Today is not the day for his death.

If so, maybe that's better.

Thinking of this, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but laugh. He pressed tightly against the glacier-like wall, and there was an even colder breath next to his ears. Under the influence of these double pressures, he leaned against the glacier-like wall. His armor, claws and might were crawling up and down the metal barrier, looking for the best opportunity.

Through the simplest means, he achieved his next goal: Although he couldn't hear the sound, he still saw the moment when the hatches were opened, and spied the dim light that enveloped the deck in the hatches.

Yes, Midnight Ghost is not inside the battleship at this time: like a real bat with incredible recklessness, he hangs himself in the void, above the ship's hull, against those who are reliable enough to accommodate him. The delicate position and the thin oxygen stagnating around the battleship to spend this time.

This was also the way he was able to escape the Spider Queen's soul detection twice: he was crazier than Morgan imagined, and the time and confusion he left to Morgan also left the Lord of the Second Legion with no more energy to expand the inspection. scope.

As the saying goes: The most dangerous place is the safest place.

As the King of the Night who emerged from the infinite abyss of Nostramo, although Conrad did not know the existence of these words, this did not prevent him from understanding the same wisdom.

Now, everything is within the calculation of the King of the Night: the fourth Dawnbreaker staying at the console is none other than Hector, who is as tall as the original body. He was in Morgan's throne room as early as After seeing him for the first time, Midnight Ghost kept thinking about the value that this extraordinary talent brought to him.

He successfully used this to time Hector's visit to the battle brothers in the console. After Hector left, he made enough noise for him to leave and return. He quickly subdued and knocked him unconscious, and then Use the paint hidden in the ventilation ducts in advance to give the son of Morgan the same color armor as the Midnight Ghost, then stuff him into the last landing torpedo, and accurately grasp the moment when the Dawnbreaker reinforcements push the door open. Launch it again in a moment.

In this way, the "Midnight Ghost" has gone to the [Macragge's Glory], which is the sworn testimony of several Dawnbreaker warriors. Even the Spider Queen cannot temporarily distinguish the authenticity.

As for Hector's whereabouts: With the launch of torpedoes, the two Glory Queen-class battleships were already in chaos. No one would be obsessed with the temporary disappearance of an Astartes Captain.

While all this was happening that stirred the hearts of millions of people, Coz was quietly crouching in his hiding place, counting the time until his blood relatives would go out, and had temporarily recovered after confirming the hatch. After establishing order, he no longer hesitated. Like a phantom, he passed over the heads of the frightened guards and quickly disappeared into the ventilation duct.

Now, only the last step remains.

——————

Although the Lord of the Second Legion has temporarily left, four guards are still standing at the door of her private space, maintaining a high degree of vigilance.

But it was of no use. The Midnight Ghost appeared from the shadow he had chosen, and in less than thirty seconds, all the resisters were temporarily silenced.

He even waved his claws impatiently, because it was just to stun rather than kill, for the midnight ghost, it was simply a kind of exquisite torture: in a kind of fear and latent patience that would not admit it, The King of Night has not shed a single drop of blood for more than a month, which was almost unimaginable before.

He convinced himself that this was just some kind of patient wisdom, not because he was afraid of the power of the wight queen in his heart.

Suppressing his twitching face, Midnight Ghost tried not to think whether it was excitement or trembling. He checked the breathing of the warriors at his feet, and only stood up after confirming that they would wake up within two Terra standard hours. He stood up and straightened his face seriously.

Then he pushed open the door.

He was ready to step into the real secret of the Carrion Queen.

He believes that as long as he...

"bass--"

Midnight Ghost turned his head, and his thoughts were interrupted by an uninvited guest: right at the place where he avoided hastily, an extremely sharp table knife was inserted, and it even penetrated directly into the wall.

"You should be aboard the Macragge's Glory now, Lord Curze."

The short figure who had never been really cared about by the Midnight Ghost appeared: the Gene Queen's maid stood among the furniture facing the door. With a slight twist of her fingers, a dozen of the same sharp table knives appeared. He looked at the intruder with evil eyes.

On her immature face, which was almost always without joy or sorrow, Midnight Ghost even vaguely saw an aura called "fighting spirit". He couldn't help but laugh because of it. The King of the Night closed the door and spread out his arms. Arms, slowly and leisurely walked into the Virgo seat.

"It's good to be loyal to your duty, little one, but now you are just stupid."

"Get out of the way, you have nothing to do with my purpose."

The Midnight Ghost smiled, and he even had enough energy to tilt his head, listening to the sounds in the corridor and the curses of the Dawnbreakers: Although he could no longer let any blood flow, for Nostramo's Midnight It would be extremely easy for the king to set some traps on the way here and teach the reckless Sons of Morgan a profound lesson without shedding blood.

"No, Your Excellency."

The Gene Queen's maid swung out the flying knife in her hand, and Midnight Ghost easily dodged it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she grabbed the heavy furniture beside her and once again smashed it against the undoubted intruder in front of her. .

"Every person who steps into this place without permission has something to do with me: a life-or-death relationship. I don't care about your name or your identity. I only care about your behavior and guilt."

"What right do you have to judge guilt?"

Midnight Ghost spoke lazily, not taking this last step seriously until he easily avoided the flying heavy furniture and saw what was happening in front of him.

Virgo grabbed the dining car that she almost never left, and pushed it down violently. After everything on it fell to the ground under the capture of gravity, she gently pressed a button.

Next, the huge dining car was constantly reorganizing and deforming in mid-air. In a moment, it became a real murder weapon, a double-edged ax that was even bigger and sharper than Virgo herself.

When Virgo raised her head again, although her face seemed not to have changed at all, Midnight Ghost had to become serious: the talent of the Primarch and the instinct of the hunter alternated in his chest. It screamed, causing him to grit his teeth and spit out a few complaints from the rugged cracks.

"Monsters make monsters..."

"They are all a group of monsters..."

Virgo moved her neck, without any anger at all. She just weighed the giant ax in her palm, and then told Coze in an extremely serious tone.

"My melee weapon is called [Petite Ragdoll Cat]. You will be the first person defeated by it, Your Excellency Midnight Ghost. I will record all this on the wall."

"..."

The King of Night's face became gloomier than ever before. He licked his paws and planned to end the battle as quickly as possible. Although he couldn't see the future of this blasphemous creation, heavy weapons like this, as long as...

Curze murmured to himself, and then he saw Virgo wielding the giant ax and unfolding the mechanical wings behind it.

"...?"

The next moment, countless blazing beams and energy flows flooded the Midnight Ghost's position.

"..."

"Fuck!"

——————

"I still can't figure it out, Apocalypse."

[You always can’t figure it out, my friend, maybe you don’t need to continue torturing yourself, but you need to think about things that you can relate to, which is good for our efficiency. 】

"..."

【……】

[Okay, what do you want to ask? Anything about No. 8? 】

"Yes."

[You are thinking, why should I put her next to No. 2 instead of No. 3 as originally scheduled? 】

"In fact, if the problem of No. 8 is not corrected from the beginning, considering the conditions of his home planet, it will be useless no matter which brother he follows. From a purely utilitarian point of view, we should immediately let him and His legions unite.”

[Number 8 has an excellent fit with his legion, so his appearance or not is not really important to the Eighth Legion, because he will not bring any changes to the Eighth Legion: In addition to the increasingly poor quality of recruits. 】

[So, I would rather continue No. 2’s experiment than get a little utilitarianism, and No. 8 is one of the most important links in this experiment. We have witnessed his role and the possible path between him and No. 2. , that is a combination that is better than No. 1. 】

"But No. 2 and No. 8 will also be one of the worst combinations in the early stage. From this point of view alone, No. 8 is far inferior to No. 3, No. 7, No. 13 and No. 16. They are in our deduction Among them, they are all individuals who can quickly establish a sufficient mutual trust system with No. 2."

[Yes, I know. Among them, No. 13 is the fastest, followed closely by No. 7. However, No. 16 is not as fast as I thought, and the combination of him and No. 2 is likely to cause a bad ending. . 】

"The one with seven Primarch heads?"

[Actually, there are more than seven. You forgot about No. 16, who will fall in front of me, and No. 7, who was one step earlier: I still wonder how No. 2 did it. 】

[But let us think about it from another angle, my friend, in our initial deduction, No. 1 and No. 2 were not a very close combination. You were even sure that their cooperation would end in failure. 】

"Yes, I did make a mistake at this point. No, I don't think this is enough for you to arrange No. 8 to be with No. 2. I don't see that No. 2 has any bias against No. 8. Emotionally, their future, although exciting, is too difficult.”

[Are any of the things in our hands simple? 】

"..."

"You haven't convinced me. This is not a qualified answer, Tianqi."

【I know. 】

[If you want to answer, then I can only tell you, my friend: We brought No. 8 back when it was a little late, but not too late, which gave him a glimmer of possibility of redemption. , which also made getting along with him more difficult and torturous. 】

[Even No. 3 cannot bear this kind of torture: No. 2, only No. 2, only she can possibly help No. 8 at this time. 】

"Will she do it? It's just a possibility after all?"

【I have no idea. 】

[But it can’t be worse. 】