Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Conrad likes to stay on top.

Because here, he could hear many voices, he could feel the greed in the blood, and he could carefully listen to the countless roars and cries that were trapped under the sky.

Nothing can seduce the joy hidden deep in the heart of the Midnight Ghost better than these sounds: the plain and precious time on the "Goddess of Dawn" even made the Nostramo people forget that these blooms How sweet is the pain in other people's eyes.

It was so sweet that it made him intoxicated and made him realize how despicable his nature was.

"..."

From the pale throat of the Midnight Ghost, with clear dark green blood vessels protruding, a low laughter like a night owl slowly spit out. It dissipated in the roar of war, leaving only the endless flow of blood. .

Conrad longs for these pains and fears, because the pain and fear from others can make the midnight ghost feel great enjoyment: of course, it is difficult for him to pick up the pain and fear of human beings now. , but the pain and fear of these aliens in front of me are not that they cannot be used as temporary substitutes.

after all……

"The essence of this galaxy is the mutual cannibalism that occurs between intelligent creatures. However, it is a crime to devour fellow humans, but you can become a hero by devouring aliens: a race that can do this is civilized, and a race that cannot do this is civilized. A little bit of race is barbaric.”

When he uttered the word "barbaric", a trembling sound lingered on Midnight Ghost's lips for an extra second. The Primarch's thin lips were wrapped around the ferocious teeth. He seemed to think of something, and then slowly revealed A smile that scares the night.

In front of the Primarch, tightly wrapped in the dark vision, there was an alien head that he raised: through the resolute face and the luxurious decorations remaining on it, it could be barely recognized. , this must be a high-ranking officer of the Ran Dan Empire, able to command a bewildered army of 100,000 people on the ground.

But now, it is just a pile of flesh parts scattered on the ground. It was carefully brought to the tower by the Midnight Ghost. It was dismantled in pieces. The limbs and weapons were piled next to the iron boots of the Primarch. Only the head was still there. It lingers on in that tenacious and blasphemous vitality, lasting less than a few seconds of perception.

The Primarch looked at the unfortunate creature carefully, and he felt a little amused.

"Do you think what I just said is right, Mr. Alien?"

"Look at our feet. In terms of straight-line distance, those elite warriors in your eyes are less than a hundred meters away from you. But now, without your command, how is their panic different from wild beasts? "

“The line between civilization and barbarism is not indestructible.”

"especially……"

"When fear strikes."

As he spoke, he raised the communicator he had just snatched, so that the laughter in his mouth could clearly echo in the ears of every unfortunate Ran Dan warrior: it was a series of tremors, a burst of A distant murmur of static, a skeletal voice, the Primarch ensuring that his voice had tortured at least a million of the Xenos Imperium before another angry voice roared and ordered all Randan soldiers to turn off their communicators. Soldiers and civilians.

Midnight Ghost even felt a minimal sense of pride.

It's great that his beast-like Caliban brother doesn't know how long it will take to achieve the same career as him: Conrad has never been optimistic about him.

In the joy, he continued to mutter to himself about the lifeless alien head, completely ignoring the hatred left in the twisted dead pupils.

"Just like now, I can devour you wretches: therefore, I am civilized and have a future, and you are barbaric and will eventually be forgotten."

"Sad reality, isn't it?"

Midnight Ghost ended the one-sided conversation with a light question. He did not stay in this place anymore: In the heart of the Primarch, he was calculating the values ​​​​of fear and panic all the time, and how to maximize the fear. threshold, this is his innate great talent.

At that perfect moment, the Nostramos gently dropped the alien head in their hands, and the loud crashing sound caused countless screams and firings in an instant. In the semi-enclosed space, these roars spread extremely far, until the surrounding ten-kilometer defense line was stirred by the abnormal noise and became in pieces.

Midnight Ghost seized this opportunity. He picked up the remaining limbs and quietly left his current position. Like a swift shadow, he drifted towards the key passes that he had already stepped on.

Everywhere he went, he would leave a ferocious corpse and smear it with some flowing blood, or simply kill those lone alien soldiers, and use their corpses as the most suggestive beacons to show his power. arrival.

In many cases, Midnight Ghost did not choose direct killing, but used more sophisticated and efficient fear methods that he had learned over the years.

For example, it only takes a few appropriate blind spots in the field of vision, plus a few teams of nervous patrol soldiers, to brew a catastrophic fire, and only the figure of the midnight ghost emerges from mid-air above the fire. , crossed just right, the chaos and cannibalism caused by fear and panic can even sweep into the surrounding hundreds of thousands of people.

For another example, if countless Ran Dan detachments who are strangers to each other crowd into a narrow corridor while chasing the elusive shadow, then they only need to cause a little bit of the most dangerous thing in a place where no one can see it. A small commotion can turn into a grand drama that is pleasing to the eye.

His claws were no longer even stained with the blasphemous blood, but the river of blood under his feet showed no signs of stopping: even Conrad had to lament that when he was in Nostramo, his methods But it's really rough.

Like throwing stones on the water, every short stop of the Nostramo caused a new wave of panic. He pinpointed the aliens' trajectory and constantly calculated the loopholes in the aliens' front to ensure that Every performance of his can achieve the best purpose.

In less than a minute, he spread chaos in eight places, causing eight highest-level alarms to sound in completely opposite places: Although he only killed four aliens in this minute, It was enough to make more than 400,000 of the most elite alien troops rush into the long corridors covered by alarms.

In the communication of those alien officers roaring to each other, Midnight Ghost, who had just learned a little bit of Ran Dan's language, heard clearly: Ran Dan's imperial guards swore that at least a thousand enemy troops had invaded their front, and more than fifty The officers were issuing completely opposite orders. These complementary commanders, together with the messy Ran Dan conscripts, became Midnight Ghost's best comrades-in-arms.

All it takes is a harsh chuckle or an inexplicable shadow, and these already panicked militiamen will start shooting randomly in all directions. The blazing light bursting out from their muzzles will drive back the darkness and tear apart the stone pillars and corridors. It shattered, sweeping away countless comrades and the fear in their hearts, causing chaos to still spread like a plague half an hour after the midnight ghost left.

In the chaos caused by the crowds of people, the Midnight Ghost had already quietly retreated through the first determined route. He even had time to wait for the last Ran Dan team to pour into the already overcrowded area. In the corridor, the last bomb in his hand was ignited, allowing the chaos behind him to last a little longer.

There are millions of Randan soldiers and militiamen rushing towards this narrow hell, and temporary headquarters and emergency departments have just begun to take shape: a huge capture net surrounds this chaotic quagmire, and at midnight The ghost had already seized the loophole and escaped.

Enjoying the fear and pain of these aliens certainly made him happy, and using chaos to delay a large number of troops in the palace did make indelible contributions to the war situation in the distance, but Conrad knew very well that he should really pay attention It's not these little fights, but a ridiculous farce happening on the alien tower in the distance.

Even if his wight relatives hadn't pointed out the tower, Conrad would have gone there: because that was what he was here for, that was the role and mission that fate had assigned to him in this scene, and he shouldn't escape.

The chaos just now was just to make the original defense around the tower empty to a level that allowed him to sneak in safely: a cautious mentality is the most important thing Midnight Ghost has learned in these years.

Just like although verbally, he maintained a dismissive attitude towards the transmission beacon installed by Morgan, but now, he honestly placed it in the most convenient place, and even guaranteed that once he Although his hands could not move, his tongue could activate the transmission beacon in time.

Of course, deep down in his heart, he still looked down on this kind of escape tool: it was a matter of principle.

In the heart of Midnight Ghost, a flicker of lightness flashed through him. He shuttled back and forth on the twisted spiers of Ran Dan Palace, with the mess of Ran Dan soldiers and civilians at his feet: a large number of civilians were gathering in this blasphemous and splendid building. In the buildings, they were restless, turbulent, and panicked all day long. These civilians and the temporarily recruited Randan militiamen were an important reason why Conrad's tactics of fear and chaos could be implemented so smoothly.

For these creatures without any military qualities or courage, even the unfortunate death of one person will implicate the fear of ten people, and then spread from ten to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands, from thousands to tens of thousands, and from tens of thousands to millions... …

In an instant, rumors and panic will infect millions of people like a plague, and when these refugees and defeated soldiers begin to flee blindly out of fear, even the most elite troops will be overwhelmed by this wave of chaos. .

When Midnight Ghost witnessed the torrent of chaos at his feet, he even felt a hint of the joy of getting revenge: he remembered that during the war game duel between him and Morgan, he watched his blood relatives sweep away his carefully crafted soldiers with broken soldiers. The winding military formation was arranged, but the pain in Midnight Ghost's heart was forever.

That scene is simply the deepest satire of the Nostramo's philosophy of fear: Fortunately, Conrad mastered this skill by using humiliation as tuition.

Conrad raised the corners of his lips. Just as he was imagining the past, his goal was vaguely close at hand, separated only by hundreds of guards who were too scattered: as for those crowded in As for the huge group of refugees on both sides of the road, the Midnight Ghost was not counted among them at all.

Behind him, outside the invisible subspace barrier, the rumbling artillery fire was getting closer and closer like a giant beast devouring the world: it was a huge army led by Zhuang Sen. They had already Having torn apart all Ran Dan's resistance outside the palace, he is trying every possible means to break through this last alien fortress.

Seeing this scene, even Midnight Ghost had to admire Caliban's talent: when he first sneaked into the palace, the artillery fire of the Dark Angel Legion was still very erratic, as if it was coming from outside the skyline, and It was only a few hours now, and even Zhuang Sen's roar was enough to resound throughout the entire Alien Palace.

Obviously, even without them, the First Army alone would be enough to end the suspense of this war: it's just that the number of casualties has become more ugly.

But Jonson, this beast, definitely doesn't care about these things: he feels sad for those Dark Angels. After all, looking at the galaxy, it is difficult to find a worse genetic father.

Cursing his brother in his heart, Midnight Ghost overcame the last obstacle. He clung tightly to the tower and felt the vigorous blasphemy in it: the energy of the subspace was pouring in here, just like Like a rushing torrent rushing towards a low town.

Even the lowest-level psykers can feel the terrifying power of this power: it is definitely not a huge volume that any planet can accumulate, and once it explodes, the destruction it creates is definitely not something that a planet can withstand. of.

Conrad could even hear the long laughter lingering next to the tower. The laughter was so chaotic and distorted that he could not distinguish it, but two of them were the most obvious: one was a hoarse scream like thousands of crows, The other one is full of soul-sucking ghosts.

Midnight Ghost curled his lips. He didn't pay much attention to the visions he had seen long ago, but concentrated on his mission: after spending a little effort and completing the most perfect infiltration, the Nostramo people He left alien corpses all over the place to ensure that no one would find out that he had broken into this vital tower.

Taking three steps at a time, Conrad rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

He knew what he was going to face, so he didn't hesitate.

He's even laughing.

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【……】

【It’s really strange. 】

For no reason, the Spider Queen, who was trying her best to direct the battle, suddenly shuddered and felt a little uneasy: as if she was being targeted by some ridiculous fate.

Morgan took a step back. She lowered her head and thought for a second to check what went wrong, but in the end she found nothing: and the intelligence that kept pouring out forced her to return to the command podium again and continue to dispatch. With this increasingly corrupt war.

As Zhuang Sen's army attacked the foot of Ran Dan's palace, the resistance of the alien empire has become unprecedentedly crazy. Every inch of land that the human army advances must be completely soaked and dyed red with the blood of both sides before it can succeed. A slight possibility of changing hands.

Under such pressure, Morgan even wondered whether she was suffering from sensory delusions due to excessive workload and lack of rest.

【……】

That's not right, her workload is actually not that big.

After all, she just needs to pay attention to the battle situation on the front line at all times, be wary of the movements of aliens in subspace, dispatch more than a thousand capital ships and countless small warships in orbit, meet the material supplies of each detachment, and ensure [No. 1] The smooth transportation line to the main battlefield, supervising the reinforcements of Leman Russ and Luther, contacting various Titan legions, knight families and mortal auxiliary legions, supervising the operation of the rear medical department, and observing three thousand people at the same time A material transfer station, twenty-six subordinate staffs, four hundred space fortresses, as well as the safety of 20,000 Dawnbreaker warriors and more than seven million Avalon auxiliary troops, and the safety of his children and auxiliary troops is still at stake. The number of casualties is rising bit by bit, which only stimulates hundreds of millions of points of high blood pressure.

【……】

【……】

Well, damn it.

She really needed a break.

The Spider Queen rubbed her temples in frustration: in the few seconds she paused, more than ten thousand messages had been accumulated, and they were piled up in front of the Primarch, like Like a group of chicks waiting to be fed under the talons of a mother eagle.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon spent less than a second, imagining that he would smash the auspicious auspicious device and communication processor in front of him, then rush down, take Jonson's place, and kill the damn Caliban. The golden lion was thrown into the command room, then he opened his eyes and began to deal with the things in front of him obediently.

But soon, she frowned involuntarily: not because she finally lost patience with these data, but because, in a trance, the Spider Queen suddenly realized that there seemed to be some kind of smile beside her ears. Voice.

She recognized that laughter, which came from the depths of subspace: when this laughter last appeared so blatantly, He had promised Morgan that he would share everything in the real universe with her. .

And now...

Morgan blinked. She glanced at the endless files in front of her for a while, and couldn't help but think about it: If this self-proclaimed Lord of Joy existed, he promised to help her complete all the files...

【……】

【……】

damn it.

She actually wavered.