Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You have been a liar, deceiving others and being deceived by others."

"You know nothing, you understand nothing, you care nothing: you cannot imagine the terrible and absurd things that await us in the future, and those visions that torment me will not visit your sweet home."

"Do you think you know everything about the future now, huh?"

"Big mistake."

"Destiny is like a talented, addicted writer suffering from mental illness. Every storyline he writes will only exceed your expectations. Every time a new book is published, the content of the previous one will be different. out-of-date."

"Similarly, every time an old story is renovated by her, you will only be greeted by a beauty that is beyond recognition, making you wonder if it has poured a whole river of pleasure potions into it. My own brain!"

In the shadows, a creature named Conrad let out an intoxicating laugh, and as his throat hissed like a snake, the haze around him split open again, forming a long and thin ghost shadow. Screaming, fleeing from Morgan's every attack.

"You can't see it."

"You can't see what kind of monster our so-called genetic father is, because even he himself doesn't know: Ignorance gives you the greatest faith and optimism, allowing you to rush forward to that hell."

"You cannot see what our brothers will become, you cannot see what a ridiculous end the greatest will meet, nor what a tragic death the noblest will meet: their The ending is devoid of any dignity or seriousness at all, and those majestic images of the past are just another ruthless joke of fate."

"An epic showdown? A holy remains? A great moment that makes people admire?"

"ha!"

"Pooh!"

Conrad licked his teeth,

"Believe me, when their ending appears in front of you, when you become a bystander like me, your end will not be better than mine now. Only the final madness is our only Return."

"You come too."

"You become a madman too!"

"In this hopeless world, only madness is the most kind. No matter how stubborn you are to repel insects, it will still be patiently waiting for you there. We will all go crazy in the end. We Can’t escape!”

"One day, you will understand."

"One day, you will become a madman like me."

"One day, you will realize: how ridiculous those so-called epics and seriousness that once existed in your heart are, just like this galaxy, this universe, and this story, it is just a story that makes people want to talk. Spewing obscenities! Damn it! Garbage heap!"

The creature named Conrad exists in the shadow that can envelope Morgan, constantly releasing his curse on everything, but this is not enough to resist the anger from the Spider Queen: this creature is not Conrad after all, he is still I have not learned the art of language that Midnight Ghost has gradually become elegant and spicy over the years.

With the power of psychic energy, this creature collapsed, and began to boil and shrink from the inside out. This death in the darkness was something Morgan could not spy on, but she could clearly feel the departure of this opponent, and The new opponent gradually grows in the darkness.

In Morgan's ears, it was Conrad's final curse: more like a whisper.

"You know."

"I'm right."

"You don't understand our father. You are running away from the future he has assigned to you."

"You know, it's just a mirage."

【……】

Morgan's back was turned to the owner of this sentence. She did not respond because her quick thinking could not think of a spicy enough reply.

The Primarch had to admit that whether these phantoms were the demonic obstacles in her heart or another product of Heydrich, they were enough to shoot verbal arrows, stinging the Lord of Avalon's heart over and over again. , the only remaining softness.

This was enough to make Morgan angry, and her anger rightfully burned into the next challenger: without this anger, she had no confidence that she could win.

She is only angry...

"And anger is nothing."

Ferus and his monster-like cold palms appeared from the place where Conrad fell. He waited with disdain for Morgan to turn around, and the huge thunder hammer [Furnace Destroyer] was smashed by those impressive pairs of hands. The famous silver hand is tightly grasped in the palm of the hand, and the various mechanical arms and auxiliary systems on the Medusa Armor are also methodically constructing a fire dragon capable of burning heaven.

"I heard that you are transforming your unattractive little robot day after day, eager to imitate the miracle behind me on her: You are always so greedy and don't know it, Morgan, you I know you can’t accomplish this goal.”

"You were not given such ability, nor were you given real reason and logic. Those calm thoughts you used to brag about were just burying the cowardice in your heart into a flashy armor."

"And when this armor is stripped off forcefully, all that's left is nothing more than an incompetent and furious coward: Be careful, if you can't be calm like me, unnecessary anger will make you angry. Heads chopped off on the battlefield.”

The Primarch of the Iron Hands sounded very contemptuous. He launched an attack. Morgan was hit by various missiles and energy beams and couldn't hold his head up. The physical destructive power and agile ripples continued between the two Primarchs. The collision easily tore this hall apart, and again and again, all destruction would usher in rapid rebirth. Until the two sons of the Emperor lost all patience, raised their weapons high, and collided with each other.

"Where is your logic? Without a safe environment and a rear where you can retreat, you can't even plan a real battle!"

Ferus roared, his Melt Destroyer was swung wildly, and the pale hand wrapped in unknown metal seized the moment of close combat and hit Morgan's left arm fiercely, causing the spider to The Queen couldn't help but back away.

When he looked up again, he only saw a gorgeous light.

"Where is your nobility? Facing those difficult challenges, you can't even muster the courage to face them head-on. Cowardice and trembling have taken over your miserable life."

Fulgrim's accusation, accompanied by his exquisite swordsmanship, set off a lavender storm. The proud Imperial Sky Eagle emblem stung Morgan's eyeballs. Even the darkness in the corner of the room was shrouded in darkness at this moment. Under a layer of vain perfect glory.

"You were never good enough."

The Phoenix Lord sneered, and his snake-shaped sword stabbed Morgan's throat, making a pinging metal sound on the thick neck guard. The sharp wind blade cut through one shoulder, leaving a trail of blood. Slender scars that were all sealed.

"You are just imitating us in vain, and you always fail because you are just a pathetic half-finished product: you will never be able to transform perfection and nobility into real power like me."

"Even if all the joy in the world is placed in front of me, even if all of us are destined to fall into the cold abyss, I will be the last one to succumb to those evil voices."

"Your ability is insufficient, your loyalty is pathetic, and your bottom line is shaky and can be erased at any time."

[What does this have to do with you? 】

The Lord of Avalon withdrew his heavy ax blade. Stheno and Euryale wrapped in his hand responded to her call and turned into a silver-white sword, barely resisting the gorgeous sword from the Phoenix Lord. dance.

[What qualifications and right do you have to tell me what to do? We are just two individuals who meet by chance in the galaxy, sharing a common father who exists on paper. 】

[Other than that, what’s the relationship between you and me? ”]

"What's our relationship?"

Fulgrim let out a contemptuous smile. He jumped back slightly to avoid the fatal sword edge from Morgan. Then, he flicked his long silver hair, and his handsome face appeared in the blink of an eye. Changes completed.

When he looked up again, he saw a pair of wild pupils carved out of the wind and snow, full of enthusiasm and rationality.

"Aren't we brothers? Aren't we partners who once fought side by side?"

Leman Russ stood there. He was not as vulgar and violent as a barbarian, nor was he baring his teeth and claws like a real wolf. He just stood there, leaning on the gleaming Dionysian spear on his frost-white armor, with the tip of the spear Because of the heavy sigh in his mouth, a thick layer of frost formed.

Morgan was stunned. She looked at Leman Russ, and looked at those pupils that didn't want to provoke a fight at all. She actually lost the courage to swing the next sword, even though the Fenrisian's neck was within her attack range. .

"I really don't want to do this to you, Morgan. I really tried my best to stop this."

The Wolf King tightened his grip on his weapon, and he slowly approached the Spider Queen. There was an unconcealable sadness in his tone.

"But you have really disappointed me. You are hopeless. I can only punish you with the punishment from my father."

"You should be lucky that I am a qualified hunting dog. I will release my anger when I need to be ruthless, and I will restrain my wildness when I need mercy."

"I'm never reckless and I'm never impatient."

"So……"

Leman Russ blinked his eyes and struggled to expel the sadness in his pupils, leaving only traces of determination.

"Take the move."

The Spear of Dionysus carried the full force of Leman Russ and rushed towards Morgan. It was a wave that was enough to tear an entire mountain range apart. It easily shook the ax blade raised by the Spider Queen, causing the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker to stumble back, his trembling wrist unable to muster any more strength for a moment.

Morgan did not block the blow. She fell to the ground, half of her body covered in dust. Her heavy coughing was mixed with some blood, which supported her to stand up again.

【You failed to kill me. 】

The Spider Queen grinned.

"That's because I don't want to."

"Until you realize the sin you have committed against our gods, death will be too easy a relief for you and you do not deserve it."

Looking up again, where Leman Russ once stood, there already stood a devout son of God. His face covered with scriptures was inlaid with a pair of burning eyeballs: If he only looked at his appearance, Morgan even suspected that It was the Lord of Mankind himself.

"I'm not even angry at unbelievers like you, Morgan."

Luo Jia raised his scepter, and he walked towards Morgan step by step, assuming a posture of facing him head-on.

"Physical battles are irrelevant. I will defeat you on the spiritual battlefield. My devotion to the truth will sustain me. I will not lose the debate of faith to anyone in the galaxy: I will not Like you, I know what I want to do with my life.”

"I want to believe in my gods, I want to be loyal to my father, I want to accept every failure calmly, and I want to have enough courage to face the indescribable eternal darkness outside the window."

"I'm determined. And you?"

"You've always been confused."

After saying that, Luojia raised the war hammer, and the light emitted by the Enlightened One was blocked by the Lord of Avalon who tried his best. Morgan forced back her too weak brother, and she ordered her calves to squeeze out more juice. Strength, seize the moment, take a step forward, the edge of the sword is pointed directly at the face of the Great Word Bearer? .

The emperor's apostle panicked due to this blow. He barely blocked Morgan's thrust, and then was kicked in the abdomen by the Spider Queen's iron boot, and retreated continuously.

[Among the brothers I have met, you belong to the worst group, Luo Jia. 】

Morgan smiled contemptuously. She wiped away the blood on the corner of her mouth that was caused by Ferus or Leman Russ. She took the time to take a deep breath and regain control of the rhythm of the battle in her own hands.

"I think I actually don't deny your point of view."

But before Morgan could rest for long, a completely different voice of reason from Luojia reached her ears. The thick Ultramar accent made the Spider Queen frown: She raised her head and looked, and sure enough she saw it. That too bright cobalt blue armor.

Guilliman raised a smile and stood not far from Morgan, fully armed. He seemed to regard this as more of a heated debate than a battle.

"Luo Jia is indeed not a very good brother. The weakness and impatience in his character prevent him from becoming a character who can fully exert his power. But even so, he is much stronger than a traitor like you. .”

"Rather than have your name engraved on Macragge's palace, I would rather fight side by side with Lorgar on the five hundred worlds, maybe Tallsor, maybe Calth."

[Maybe it was Illyria. You must have been more impressed by that place: after all, that’s where you got the news that made you lose your first king, wasn’t it? 】

The Lord of Avalon retorted, and what she responded to was Guilliman's cold smile. Both of them prepared to charge towards each other, but just before the battle, the Macragge suddenly raised a hand. . Then a fatal burst of fire from the composite bolter [Arbiter] was heard.

"Has anyone told you that my shooting skills are the best among the Primarchs?"

"I practice my shooting to protect the most important things in my life: for example, Ultramar and the Human Empire. The two are closely connected. The Human Empire will not abandon Ultramar. Ultramar Rama will not be able to grow a second human empire.”

Guilliman brandished his sword.

"Just like no matter how many times you pretend to look at my soul, you will only find that it is pure and hot that you can never reach, and you are just a despicable guy."

[Despicable, but the nemesis of the entire Ultramar. 】

Morgan wiped away the traces of the blast on his face, swung his blade, and slashed at Guilliman in front of him, while the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds raised his sincerity dagger and blocked the blow. The Primarchs fought together, and the heavy attacks from the Spider Queen made Guilliman retreat repeatedly, and he soon became unable to withstand them.

[You are still so unfit for fighting, Robert. 】

"Maybe, but I'd never get into a bloody fight."

Guilliman smiled. After another collision, he rolled to the side and avoided the Spider Queen's axe. Then, countless Ultramarines suddenly popped up behind him, with countless gun muzzles. Aimed at the Spider Queen who had no time to dodge.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

By the time Morgan's psychic energy roared and killed all these endless Ultramar warriors, Guilliman had already disappeared without a trace, and standing in his former position were more of extreme warriors.

[Is escape also part of being calm? 】

Morgan sneered. She cleaned up the remnants of the battle before turning around and looking at her next opponent, who was also concentrating on answering her questions.

"No, running away is never part of being cool, and I never run away."

Dorn held up the large shield that was almost as wide as him, and hid behind him the shiny golden gloves and sharp sword. Under his short silver hair was a pair of men who looked absolutely unyielding. pupil.

The Spider Queen curled her lips. She had no intention of having any debate with this stubborn stone. Instead, she waved her weapon and slashed at the Imperial Fist with all her strength.

But the full blow only left a shallow white mark on the big shield, but the shock made the Lord of Avalon's hands numb: Seizing this opportunity, Dorn quickly thrust out a sword, which An almost fatal blow penetrated Morgan's shoulder. Apart from Leman Russ, this was almost the most serious wound.

[Is this all you know? 】

The Primarch gritted her teeth, feeling the weakness from her wounds and the continued fighting, but she was not about to fall behind verbally.

"That's all I need to do."

Dorn was as cold as a machine.

"I will do them well and make as few mistakes as possible, and then I will win, defeat you and complete my mission: that's called responsibility, and it's something you don't understand at all."

[Yes, I don’t understand them. 】

Morgan almost laughed angrily.

[I don’t understand responsibility, I don’t understand dedication, I don’t understand compassion, tolerance and any kind of just rule. I don’t understand the values ​​​​of loyalty and honor you talk about. I don’t understand anything. This is my sad composition. What do you think of me? Any thoughts on this? 】

[Do these words make you happy? 】

With the curse gnashing her teeth, Morgan swung the ax blade again and looked at Dorne's big shield, and what appeared in front of her was a golden mist. In the mist, the heavy hammer fell, easily killing Morgan. It fell to the side with a heavy blow.

"No."

That is the voice of mercy.

"I will grieve for you. Blood relative."

Vulkan walked out, and his tall body cast a shadow that covered the room. Morgan froze on the spot, listening to Vulcan's words. Feeling the sincere grief in those red eyes, I was speechless for a moment.

The Fire Dragon Lord took a step forward. He did not pursue the victory, but stared at the silver-haired rebellious sister seriously.

"You have never thought like this, Morgan. You have never really asked about your innermost thoughts. If your choice will determine the lives of millions of people and your brother, will you allow yourself to be cold and selfish? Will you continue to eat your heart? Instead of giving birth to even a trace of compassion and compassion."

"If you kill me, you will benefit."

"Am I going to die?"

Vulkan asked in a low voice.

That was a question Morgan couldn't answer.

There was no further fight, and the Spider Queen lowered her head. She was not worried about Vulcan's betrayal at all, but quietly thought about this sentence and this question.

She thought for a long time, and it wasn't until the breath of the Fire Dragon Lord disappeared from her side that Morgan sighed softly.

[I don’t know, Vulkan. 】

【I have no idea. 】

[I can’t protect myself, so what power do I have to save you? 】

"I don't need your rescue!"

"I don't need your fake friendship either! It's fucking disgusting!"

The rude and sharp sound came along with the rubble of Olympia. The Lord of the Fire Dragon had long since dissipated, replaced by a lord as ruthless as steel. Countless cables were connected from the head to the armor, making Perturabo furious. Growing stronger every moment.

The Lord of Olympia took a step forward. He did not use his firepower, but also waved his war hammer.

"You've been lying to me from the first moment we met."

The warhammer roars, and so does the warrior.

"Using my past."

"Use my knowledge."

"Take advantage of my kindness."

"Now you are using my heirs again, sending them to die on the battlefield, letting them bear the casualties and pain on behalf of your heirs, and bear the ruthless consumption of war."

"You're even proud of it, aren't you? You squandered the gift I gave you carelessly. You trampled my friendship on the ground and turned it into a ladder for you to climb up. How long will you continue to be so shameless?"

"Abomination."

Perturabo's voice roared like a plumb bob hitting the ground. His war hammer fell unstoppably and intertwined with Morgan's ax blade, biting each other until the Olympian king lost his patience and threw it away. With a pair of iron fists, she hit Morgan's chest, and the Spider Queen mercilessly smashed her psychic punch into Perturabo's abdomen. The two Primarchs were severely injured at the same time, and they staggered. They retreated and fell into the corresponding shadows together.

[Are you more noble, Lord of Steel? Don't these questions of yours make your damn heart feel even a little bit ashamed? 】

“Shame is for the weak.”

Perturabo smiled ugly, but that was not Perturabo's voice: coming out of the shadows was a taller god of war, with huge pearl-white Terminator armor wrapped in sharp claws, This majestic and deadly figure only took one step forward, and it cast a haze as huge as a mountain in Morgan's heart.

"You look very tired, Morgan. The long battle has taken a toll on you."

Horus raised a hand. His innate elegance and charisma made it impossible for Morgan to deny his words, and when the famous claw of Horus flipped around, he actually took it. A delicious plate of unknown meat was served.

"Want some?"

Horus smiled.

"I know a thing or two about resting and cooking between battles. Maybe you should sit down and have something to eat, listen to my words and feel my craftsmanship: these are the chopped bones and roasted wings I made myself, with Barr’s Bolognese.”

"Eat them, and then think about it, do you want to be my enemy?"

After reading the author of End and Death 2:

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When I read it for the first time, I felt that this book must have been the result of being too big.

When I read it for the second time: I felt that my point of view the first time was very correct!