Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"It's done on my end."

"Next, it's up to you."

…

According to the final results of the discussions between the three Primarchs, the two Astartes legions, the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves, will be the vanguard of this [Battle of the Dead Stars], while the Dawnbreaker legion due to their numbers and tactical style , will serve as a follow-up supplementary force and join the battlefield as the opportunity arises.

In fact, both Morgan and Leman Russ have mentioned to Jonson frankly or covertly that compared with the Space Wolves Legion, which has retained a large amount of vitality and suffered few casualties in the Randan Extermination War, the Dark Angels In fact, it is not suitable to be the vanguard force in the next war: especially under the premise that this vanguard force is destined to suffer huge troop losses.

The Fenrisian even proposed that his legion bear the main military pressure, and his two blood relatives only need to provide necessary assistance: when Leman Russ made his point, he even held on to He took the Dionysian Spear to strengthen his momentum.

But it was obvious that the momentum from the world of ice and snow could never suppress the knights on Caliban. In the end, Leman Russ only achieved the reluctant result of allowing him and Jonson's legion to advance side by side.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Lana: even as the Lord of Avalon's Attaché and Chief of the Guards, the Chief Old Guard has been regarded as the second-in-command of the Dawnbreaker Legion in many public places. But in a plan involving their fallen brothers, the Primarchs unanimously excluded their closest descendants.

Rana, Coswayne and Yolin Xuehow could only stand outside the door of the conference room, waiting for the cut and torn orders that were finally passed to them: but even so, the head guard still saw from it Got a lot of doors.

For example: this war is about to start, and once the war breaks out, all developments will definitely exceed all of their expectations. At the very least, no one knows whether they can survive this war.

Then, the best time for them to retrieve the original items from the First Legion is when the war is about to begin, but has not yet begun: the Dark Angels' attention is focused on the enemies in front, and let them The success rate will be more or less higher.

This opportunity was fleeting and not orderly: after all, the Legion Council had cleared out a carefully selected area in the Council's office a few months ago, and even had instructions on how to place the original body. No less than twenty seminars were held on furniture.

As for the most important topic, whether their genetic mother was happy to see them do this: everyone tacitly ignored it for the time being.

After all, even the Legion bosses who can occupy a seat in the Council Chamber also look forward to working in the light of the instruments used by the Primarch: they firmly believe that by constantly experiencing the hard work and hard work of the Primarch, Wisdom, their office efficiency will definitely produce a qualitative leap.

Even Rana thinks so: after all, he has a seat in the parliamentary chamber.

As for whether their Primarch will be angry because of their private actions...

…

Probably not?

"..."

The Chief of the Old Guard let out a scoff that was almost self-deprecating.

He shook his head, throwing these random thoughts out of his head, and then glanced at the tall and heavy door behind him: it was the only connection between the outside world and the throne of the Primarch, and the place where the entire Old Guard swore to die. The last line of defense: behind that door, his primarch should be resting.

Thinking of this, Lana frowned.

Lana had been Morgaine's Praetorian Guard ever since his Gene Mother's return to the Imperium of Man, and to date had served the Primarch loyally for almost twenty Terran standard years.

And in these definitely not short years, Rana remembered clearly: His genetic mother seemed to have never been like this before: In the past time, Morgan would occasionally take a rest. According to her words, it is meditation. These meditations can be as short as a few hours or as long as a month. However, before each meditation, the Lord of Avalon will arrange everything in advance to ensure that everything is under her control. It can run in an orderly manner even when taking a break.

But this time, the Primarch's rest was without warning or plan: a strange situation considering that the war was about to begin.

Thinking of this, Lana also felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Almost instinctively, he tripled the number of guards stationed in the throne room. Then, in the name of the Chief Guards, he invited various respected company commanders to have a temporary meeting to discuss how to strengthen the legion in the coming war. Defensive force on the flagship.

But even after doing all this, the inner uneasiness still lingered like a cloud, especially when Rana realized that along with this uneasiness, there was also a kind of confusion in his thinking. .

The icy chain of the Chief Guard, which has been running stably for nearly twenty years, seems to have fallen into a state of temporary chaos: inexplicable mania, boredom and loss of control are unknowingly entangled in his mind, making rational thinking more difficult. The gears can't command your full attention.

Rana even felt a strong irritation about this. Even those defensive switching steps that had been run countless times and were theoretically flawless now aroused his suspicious eyes. He always felt that something seemed to happen somewhere. What is the problem? Some kind of serious problem that cannot be explained or explained.

The Chief Guards gritted his teeth. He hesitated for a moment between thinking for himself, asking for advice, and disturbing the Primarch because of these illusory things. Then he turned around and repeatedly gave instructions to the guards in the throne room. comrades, and then, while holding his weapon tightly, he slowly and firmly patrolled along the long corridor in front of the throne room leading to the core area of ​​the battleship.

The uneasiness and confusion still lingered in his mind, lingering.

He felt bad.

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"You seem to be in a bad state right now, mother, maybe this is some kind of attack?"

[Remove maybe, Anya. 】

After a long absence, the Lord of Avalon sat slumped on her throne, her brows furrowed, and her originally shiny silver hair seemed to have dimmed for some reason. Everything showed that she was experiencing Some kind of torment.

Virgo, who didn't know much about this at first, didn't realize it until she saw the dessert tower she prepared being pushed aside by Morgan without even taking a bite. There was a lot of consternation and seriousness.

Things are looking really serious.

"Do you need to rest, mother? Or do you need to vent: Do you need me to remove the stasis field on the Comoran creature? Or connect to the battleship's control system and start a mandatory ship-wide purity ceremony?"

[No, neither is needed. 】

Morgan shook her head, and she reached out and touched her forehead: she was covered in sweat.

[Especially don’t do the last one: it’s not that fatal yet. 】

Wiping away the beads of sweat, the Spider Queen opened her pupils, and the cold logic she was proud of was forcibly awakened. It was constantly running in her blue eyes, analyzing various possibilities and possibilities. result-oriented.

After about a minute, Morgan thought of the most likely answer.

【Ania. 】

"I'm here, mother."

[I need to have a sleep: I can't guarantee how long this sleep will take, because I will most likely have a dream, a dream that I have to have to keep my appointment. 】

[Can we contact Jonson or Leman Russ now? 】

"The fleets of the Dark Angels and Space Wolves have just sailed into Mandeville Point less than one Terran standard hour ago, and are temporarily unable to obtain effective communication with them."

【……】

[Forget it: The two of them should be able to handle this kind of thing. 】

The Spider Queen rubbed the corners of her eyebrows. She thought for a while, then turned around and took out a golden apple with burn marks still remaining from the rift in her subspace.

[Come here, my daughter. 】

Morgan waved to Virgo, waited for the latter to approach, and then stuffed the golden apple given by the Emperor himself into Virgo's palm without any explanation.

[Hold it, hold it steady: you need to stay by my side while I sleep. If you find that my state is not right, or that my blood relatives sleep for an uncomfortably long time, Or maybe the situation is so urgent that you can't do it without me, so you need to use all means to wake me up. 】

[If you can't wake me up, cut this apple into pieces and put it in my mouth: You have to remember, my daughter, this must be the last trump card after there is no other way. 】

"...I understand, mother."

Virgo nodded solemnly.

"It's just that for the status, situation, and preparation time you just mentioned, is there a detailed standard: under what circumstances should I wake you up?"

This question made the Spider Queen glance at her creation: but from a cautious point of view, the Virgo shaped by her own hands was already stronger than some of the original bodies.

And Morgan could only give Virgo a sigh.

[This needs to be decided by yourself. Based on my research and development of you and the various actual situations you have recorded and learned over such a long time, I believe you can make the right choice: if it doesn’t work, just let the snake Madame went to fetch Conrad. 】

[Listen to him: At least this guy won't harm me. He should be wise when it comes to my mental safety. 】

"...So, what about the legion?"

"You fell into sleep so hastily, without any instructions on matters in the legion."

【……】

The Primarch's eyebrows were lowered, and she did not respond to this question immediately: because she really had no good solution. The storm in her mind was so fierce that it did not give her more time to prepare. It seemed that all she could do was The answer was only accompanied by a sigh.

[Don’t worry about it, leave it to Rana, Bayar and Hector. I believe in their abilities. They are not chicks who can only survive under my wings. Long before I officially met them, they He is already soaring in the sky in his own way. 】

[They are trustworthy... I hope so. 】

The last words were lost in the Primarch's helpless sigh.

"...Understood, mother."

Virgo bowed low, and Morgan could only glance at the face that had returned to indifference and calmness, and nodded.

【……】

Before she officially fell into a deep sleep, a strange thought and memory exploded in the heart of the original gene: I don't know why, when Morgan faced Virgo's questions and gave those answers helplessly, she actually I remember so clearly...

Her genetic father.

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+Morgan, my daughter: I think you should realize the truth. +

+ I am your father and your creator, but I am not your god, nor the puppet master behind you who controls everything: I am neither omniscient nor omnipotent. When it comes, all I can do is try my best to stay calm and not get in trouble. +

+ When the problem extends beyond my ability and extends to you, all I can do is look forward to your ability and will. I can only hope that you are good enough and tough enough. Enough to be calm in the face of danger, able to support my trust and expectations, and able to keep the wishes I place on you from being shattered. +

+ Maybe to you now, such words sound ridiculous, but the fact is exactly the same: none of us are so-called gods. Even if we have the energy to destroy the world, we will eventually It can only affect a limited range, and outside this range, we are actually no different from fragile clay sculptures. +

+ One day, you will also encounter the situation I mentioned: you are obviously aware of the danger coming, and you obviously want to solve the problem with your own hands, but you can't do it. Maybe you are too busy or too busy to take care of yourself. , but in the end you can only choose the only way. +

+ Let your heirs, your creations, or your warriors, in short, let the people you trust the most stand there to meet the challenge of this problem, to face those things that make you outside of your vision and perception. We all feel the thorny enemies and problems: and all you can do is pray and expect. +

+ Pray that they can stick to their true intentions. +

+ I hope they can live up to the power you gave them. +

+ And hope that: they can bring you news of victory. +

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【……】

Morgan remembers clearly what her genetic father once explained to her: At that time, they were pondering each other's next move on the Regicide chess board, and when discussing the movements of those original bodies, The Lord of Mankind responded to the Spider Queen's slight taunt with this tirade.

That was not a long time ago. Morgan's memory of that time was very deep. She even clearly remembered that when she listened to the Emperor's speech, although she looked thoughtful on the surface, there was something deep in her heart. There was more or less a wave of ridicule.

Of course she did not understand the almost helpless words of the Lord of Humanity: When a ruler can only face those challenges with the attitude of "expecting others", then how fragile should his rule be?

【……】

How much the Spider Queen mocked her genetic father at the time, how helpless she is now: in just a short period of time, Morgan had to realize that what the Emperor had explained to her was something she disdained. of all this.

The Lord of Mankind was right.

Now, all Morgan can do is hope, pray and hope: hoping that her creation Virgo, her descendant Lana, and her subordinates and warriors can perform their duties when she is unable to do anything. responsibilities to complete their tasks.

【……】

【……】

so……

This is: putting everything on others?

Have expectations of others?

【……】

Morgan couldn't describe how she felt now. The Spider Queen who used to talk about lotus flowers was now facing her own pupils in the mirror, falling into hesitation.

She said nothing, and she seemed unable to say anything. This feeling of placing her trust completely on others who could not even specify the specific target made the Primarch feel instinctively strange and unknown: the only thing to be thankful for was , she no longer hates this unknown feeling.

【……】

never mind.

In her increasingly chaotic and heavy thinking, this brief thought seemed unable to help Morgan more: after hesitating, the Primarch waved her hand, letting her worries and sighs pass away together.

This time, leave it to them: let’s call it a try.

Thinking like this, the Lord of Avalon fell on his bed and closed his eyes. The dream that had been waiting for a long time was like a flood that burst the embankment, pouring in uncontrollably. inside her mind.

Morgan just looked at them, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

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[Let me see what you are capable of. 】

[Heydrich. 】

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When he walked out of the long corridor directly connected to the throne room of the Primarch, turned the pot at the edge of the final core hall, and entered the auxiliary passage newly established fifteen years ago for emergency gatherings, the Imperial Guard The manager's originally confused mind finally caught a few hints of something amiss.

At the first moment, Rana grasped his power halberd: this was a magical weapon modified by his genetic mother. With its loyal assistance, the head guard was confident to kill any opponent. , even Bayar.

After doing all this, Rana let go of all his consciousness: and then he realized the problem.

It's so quiet.

It was too quiet around him.

It was as if there was nothing around him now: no one, nothing, no heavy materials dragging across the distant deck. The boots of millions of people creaked, leaving all kinds of filth on the floor. There were no bright lights, no atmospheric processors buzzing at the edge of hearing, no countless consoles and wallboard screens scrolling glowing streams of data, conveying the Primarch's last public instructions to everyone. .

It was as if there was nothing, as if silence was a given.

"..."

But actually: they do.

They exist.

The light is flashing, the goods are being dragged, the atmosphere processor on the wall is turning every gear of it faithfully, and the bustling crowds of all kinds fill the intersection in front of them: dawnbreakers, mortal officers, marines Generals, patrols, and even workers in charge of logistics support, almost every occupation on this battleship is moving vividly in front of the guard chief, as if it is a unique exhibition.

They all exist and move: they should make sounds, but they don't: they are all silent, or in other words, Rana cannot hear them.

"..."

A drop of cold sweat rolled down from the forehead of the head guard. He clutched his power halberd tightly. He felt something surging in his heart. With unmistakable surprise, he realized that it was fear... …

Or rather: fear.

He couldn't hear them, and he had no sense of the bustling scene in front of him. It was as if he had passively closed his ears, and it seemed as if a huge sound that had already existed had occupied every inch of his mind.

What was there already in his mind?

When did this happen?

Who is it?

Why did he...

…

etc!

Lana stopped suddenly: When did he start caring about these things? Why didn't he focus his attention?

The chief guard's breathing stopped for a moment, and a bright light that had disappeared for a long time flashed across his pupils. Until then, everything seemed to suddenly return to normal, the crowd surged in front of him, and the noisy various people The voices once again flooded into his mind, as if they had never left, as if those silences had never existed.

"..."

Lana adjusted his breathing. He was stunned on the spot. It wasn't until a mortal officer wearing carapace passed in front of him that the guard chief finally regained his will and stepped forward again. pace.

Maybe there's something wrong...

No, don't think about it!

Don't think about them!

Think about your responsibilities, think about your tasks, think about the things your Primarch has entrusted to you, think about what you are going to do next?

…

Yes, think about what to do next?

The guard chief's eyes calmed down briefly, and he focused his gaze on a few too obvious things in front of him: the electronic screens that were constantly updating information, the sparkling lights, and the body of the mortal officer. New carapace.

What they are going to do: They are going to sail into the darkness at the edge of the galaxy, into the place named the Dead Stars, form one of the most powerful crusade fleets in human history, and kill a fallen heir of the Emperor.

To kill a Primarch, to kill Heydrich: a secret rediscovered from their erased memories, a name they had passively forgotten long ago, and now they would briefly return to. The memory of him lasted until the end of the war.

Kill Him: Kill Heydrich.

Kill...

…

Lana stopped, and it seemed that his low soliloquy could no longer be sustained: the name seemed to carry weight and some kind of magic. When he uttered the name in his consciousness, He felt that his tongue was suddenly paralyzed, he felt that his throat was suddenly dry, his fingers were trembling, his eyelids were trembling, and his brain and movements seemed to be in slow motion, as if suspended in a thick liquid. In the middle, unable to move.

Only his will was clear enough to allow him to continue thinking.

"……damn it!"

Such a terrifying state only lasted for the briefest moment, but it was enough to make the head guard feel the clearest memory: when he was freed from this inexplicable heaviness, Lana first took an extremely heavy and deep breath. For a moment, he squeezed out a dirty curse from between his teeth.

His voice seemed too loud: the mortal officers in front of him couldn't help but cast confused glances. Those people seemed to be discussing something, discussing the orders and names that had just been sent. These orders were It was uniformly distributed to everyone and became the focus of the moment.

These mortals seemed to have quite a status in the auxiliary army, and they were even qualified to know the obliterated name: Lana heard one of them say the name, and then they fell into a brief silence, as if Create an image in your mind of this name.

And Rana is doing the same thing.

Heydrich...

he whispered.

At this moment, the entire battleship seemed to be whispering this name, and constructing concepts corresponding to this name, or this existence, in their minds.

…

Only for a moment.

That heavy feeling struck Lana again: just as he was constructing the concept of [Heydrich] in his mind, this terrifying offensive rushed into his mind.

"..."

The head guard's eyebrows flickered: Of course he was not unprepared. The heavy feeling just now had sounded his alarm. Before the spiritual offensive came, Lana bit the tip of his tongue lightly and used the pain to Force yourself out of the trap in your mind.

Again, he took a deep breath, knowing now what the problem was.

It lies in the name of the original body, or rather in the existence that cannot be remembered.

He had to warn others.

Without thinking too much, the chief guard first raised his head and looked at the mortals in front of him. Then, his eyes swept across several figures that gradually became stiff.

…

Damn it.

Lana tightened his grip on his weapon.

At the same moment, those mortals also turned to look at him. Their movements seemed to be very, very slow, as slow as sap flowing, like plate drifting, like images replayed at the slowest speed. They turned around and looked He looked at the head guard who still had the last doubt about everything in front of him.

"Wake up and don't think about that name and that guy."

Lana reminded them in a low voice that he discovered that one of them was his friend, but just as his words caused inevitable reverberation in his brain, the offensive based on the concept of [Heydrich] once again Launched an attack on his mind.

This time, it was no longer heavy, but pain: the most extreme pain that could make even the most elite Dawnbreaker warriors temporarily unable to concentrate. The pain lasted only a moment: a fatal moment.

When Lana broke away and opened his eyes again, it was already too late: the pupils of those mortals had already left blood, their faces were like a howling ghost face, and their movements made the chief guard even more shocked. In an instant, it was like falling into an ice cave.

They raised their weapons, the explosive weapons of Avalon, weapons that were meant to be fired upon their and the Dawnbreaker's common enemies.

Now, the gun is pointed at Rana.

"..."

"Grass!"

The head guard yelled instinctively, and what greeted him was the ripping sound of several guns firing simultaneously.

Everything seemed to have been predetermined: almost at the same moment, on the Dawn Goddess, on all the approaching Dawnbreaker Legion battleships, and on all the human empire fleets that had just sailed into the dead stars.

First there was silence.

Then silence.

Then comes...

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"boom!!!"

A slow, piercing gunshot, like claws on glass, woke Morgan from her slumber.

The first second she opened her eyes, the Primarch clearly realized that she was in her own dream, or that she should be in some hallucination similar to a dream: after all, theoretically I mean, she can't dream.

so……

Is this actually an illusion?

The original gene asked herself silently. She first stretched out one of her hands and shook it casually. She felt the same power as usual, and even a sense of reality: she had not lost anything in the dream. But the scene in front of her made her unable to see clearly.

They are broken, illusory, and immersive illusions like those virtual games Guilliman once showed her: she seems to be able to get into any of them, but she seems unable to stay in them for too long. .

Morgan tried it once and found that her idea seemed to be correct. She seemed to be led to a temporary transit station, and countless distorted lenses attracted her to different places, allowing her to see different scenes.

Some may be the past, some may be the future, and some may be the fear in her heart. Others may be things she subconsciously wishes for: in any case, they may interest the Spider Queen.

It's quite a good place.

Morgan muttered softly, and her fingers twitched the lens closest to her: instinct told her that this lens seemed to lead to a certain future, a possible future.

This is a very boring lens. There is a warrior standing inside the lens. He seems to be a Dawnbreaker, but the paint on his body makes his original body feel something is wrong.

But no matter what, the Dawnbreaker smiled happily: obviously, he felt great honor and joy to be able to meet his genetic mother.

He saluted Morgan.

"Dawnbreaker Legion, Sons of the Forge Chapter Master Songtu, salute you, mother, for the glory of Avalon, may your will remain in our hearts forever, as immortal as steel."

【……】

【……】

【hiss……】

Something seems wrong?

To explain, Songtu has a prototype. He was the leader of the Iron Warriors warband active in the Thirteenth Black Crusade era, so there is no situation where the Iron Warriors will change jobs now: this is just a [possible] future.

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By the way, if you find that there are too many typos in the last two pages, it’s because I forgot that this paragraph is actually the result of voice input: just click on the upper right corner to refresh.