Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Morgan, my daughter. 】

[You are a failure. 】

[A thief, a disaster star. 】

[A nightmare, a torture. 】

[A person who feeds on pain all his life. 】

[You will hate pain. 】

[Dependence is painful. 】

【Control pain. 】

[In the end...it became pain. 】

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"Since he is unwilling to serve the Emperor, let him remain silent."

"Yes, everything, his heirs and family must remain silent. Do you still need me to teach you personally?"

The old voice was filled with dissatisfaction with incompetence and weakness.

Macado walked slowly through the thin gravel path, his steps were slow and steady. He held the scepter tightly, buried his head under the worn hood, lowered his head, and looked at the road.

The Seal of the Empire, people always use this title to refer to him.

There was always fear and hatred in their voices, because this seemingly dying old man had signed countless fatal decrees. Every time his lips opened, thousands of lives would flow from Terra. disappeared from the land.

Those survivors were whispering in the corners of the royal court, unaware that Malcador's power made him clearly aware of every comment and slander he had received.

But he never cared about it, especially when the supreme voice called him.

At the end of the road, there was a bunker buried under the rocks. Soldiers in golden armor stood on both sides, looking intently.

He opened the door and walked in, and the whispers of gods and demons came to him.

"Emperor...my lord."

Makado bent down deeply.

The status, power, arrogance and responsibility of being the leader of the empire are all worthless at this moment.

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The Lord of Terra, the Emperor, was frowning at the moment.

In front of him were two huge special cultivation warehouses that could not be understood by mortal thinking. The tall figure of the Lord of Terra was clearly reflected on them, vaguely covering the products inside.

Malcador is 6,500 years old. Even among those who are immortal, this is a proud qualification. Of course, many of his emotions and memories have slowly worn away with the passage of time.

But when he really saw the [thing] in the cabin that could not be described in words.

He felt... fear for the first time in a long time.

[All repair actions for Experimental Subject No. 2 can be declared a failure, Macado. 】

The Emperor was now dressed like a scientist. He was wearing a brand new white protective suit that was a little too wide. With a look of exhaustion and irritation on his face, he took off his gloves and threw them casually at his feet.

After a long time, his eyes stared at the breeding warehouse marked with the [Ⅱ] mark but he still moved away. The emperor finally shook his head, with only regret and anger at losing a precious creation in his voice.

The Seal Bearer did not speak. After working with the Lord of Terra for a long time, he had a general understanding of the Emperor's character and nature.

The ruler of Terra, the emperor of mankind, and the lord of Malcador, he has never been a good person or gentleman in the popular sense. Countless years have long washed away almost all the emotions he had as a mortal.

Although his will is still unshakable, rather than becoming an irreparable degenerate like some of his immortal peers, when he takes firm steps towards the goal in his heart, he will never care about the so-called casualties and morality.

While he displays his exquisite acting skills as a tired father and confidant, he never lets his thoughts change due to these ridiculous emotions.

To him, life is just fallen leaves in the forest. He will cherish the lushness and future development of the entire forest, but he will not hesitate to saw down any towering ancient tree.

How can anyone who can look into the eyes of the four gods be a kind person?

[I must think about how to make up for my losses. The problem of Individual No. 2 cannot be solved by any current means. It is already difficult for it to achieve the goal I set. 】

[I originally planned to make No. 1 the secret keeper and general of the empire, a guard who would wield a sword to death for me, while No. 2 would become the second you, Macado. 】

[I gave it the ability to explore and collect the unknown, and gave it talents related to spiritual energy and governance, as well as powers that are even more terrifying. 】

[It should have been more worthy of my entrustment and trust, becoming the most greedy and hypocritical assistant, helping me calm the roar and wildness of these twisted monsters I created. 】

[But now, I miscalculated, and everything about No. 2 needs to be reset. 】

The Emperor walked around the room with some boredom, his eyes circulating among the empty training chambers.

In the transaction on Moro Star, he gained enough power to shape twenty of the most powerful assistants. Although he knew that not every one of them could succeed, the failure did come too quickly.

He began to plan how to stop the loss in time and how to make a failed product exert its maximum value in a short period of time: even a ghost must serve the emperor's great cause and goal.

The failed Primarch No. 2 was not alone, because Primarch No. 1 had been completed long before it. It was a powerful, heroic and perfect creation, and any existence was eclipsed by its contrast.

Malcador raised his head and just glanced at No. 2. He understood in an instant the reason why the Emperor gave up a promising Primarch.

Power, the power of the evil god, is lingering around this primarch, and its intensity is so intense that even the humblest psyker can clearly feel it.

As one of the greatest psychic lords in the physical universe, Markado the Seal Master has gone one step further. He can clearly feel that the power belongs to Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

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If there is any being in the High Sky that all challengers are least willing to face, it is undoubtedly Tzeentch: the Lord of Change, the Master of the Crystal Maze, and the Chief Architect of all the twists and turns of fate in the world.

How he was formed, and how he cast an ominous shadow in the history of countless races, these are no longer important.

His presence, full of malice, is enough to make all challengers feel a pressure from deep within.

Countless powerful civilizations have long been reduced to a fleeting cloud with his ridicule, and countless heroes have perished because of his random thoughts. This person in charge of distortion and planning does not care about the past, the future, or even the future. He doesn't care about victory, all he longs for is the same wailing that the heroes and mortals make when their fates are ups and downs.

Now it was clear that He had his sights set on the Emperor's plans, plotting evil plots in a long line of banter, and He was not the only one to do so.

In the highest sky, the youngest god: Slaanesh's aura also surrounds the Emperor's eyes unscrupulously. It is a clear provocation, declaration and advice. In this way, the Prince of Joy is telling the Lord of Terra that He is here Which one is longing for in the market transaction.

Although compared with the three ancient gods, the one who emerged from the great destruction of the Eldar is still too young and weak, but no one doubts that the master of pleasure and all extreme emotions will become the supreme and unshakable one. As a part of the world, He is unscrupulously stealing power from all things in the world, allowing the Silver Palace of joy to expand day by day.

Now, the oldest god and the youngest god in the warp are eyeing the unborn son of the Emperor at the same time, warning the Emperor to fulfill the terms of the original deal with them:

Of the twenty genetic heirs, half will return to the highest heaven, to the subspace, and to the four gods of chaos.

The Emperor, however, had no desire to fulfill it.

He will become a disloyal business partner, a vile liar, and a ruthless crisis manager.

He's good at it.

The Lord of Terra narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to deal with this heir that he had abandoned early in a more cost-effective manner. Three equally sinful great minds were scheming with each other around this unborn life.

At the same time, the palmer continued his observation.

This second primarch, its physiology has become an absolute female under the distortion of the power of subspace.

Compared with her strong brother in another training chamber, she looks slender, pale and thin, and the excessive nutrients promote her development and growth. Machado can see the silver-white hair and the faint blue. Colored pupils.

But from another perspective, in the ocean of spiritual energy and spirit, the palmer saw an extremely terrifying, indescribable, boundless behemoth.

The power of the Lord of Change and the Prince of Joy surrounds the unborn child. Their whispers and temptations never stop, like sharp daggers, eroding her spirit and thoughts.

In the ocean of nothingness, the screams of the Lord of Changes have been echoed. The palm-printer saw the blue light constantly appearing in the distant sky, and the eagle full of fangs and sharp feathers became They pounced on the sleeping Primarch in droves, and were instantly reduced to ashes by the Emperor's cold light.

The waves of the Warp rise with the will of the Lord of Change, and Tzeentch's will is everywhere from the deepest void to the vaults of sacred Terra.

Machado took back his consciousness. Even he must be careful in this environment.

For the real universe, the gods of subspace are the most terrifying plague, and even a little bit of it is enough to make even the most seasoned survivor unforgettable.

The Emperor was still busy, his thoughts running at the speed of a meteor. Countless plans and plans were brought up by him in an instant, but then abandoned in the blink of an eye. Malcador caught a glimpse of a few words in them, and felt cold all over his body. The words are torturing his remaining conscience and morality.

So, the palmer raised his head again. This time, his will changed the angle in the void, preparing to spy on Prince Joy's attitude and offensive here.

If Tzeentch's corruption of this primarch has reached a point where the soul of the bearer does not dare to stare at it for too long, then Slaanesh's possessiveness towards the emperor's daughter can be explained by a A more obvious and direct result is shown:

Malcador the Markbearer, perhaps the second most psychic person in the galaxy after the Emperor, reached out his consciousness to see the mark left by the Prince of Joy on the Second Primarch.

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Then, he was knocked unconscious.

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Even the cold gaze of the Emperor could not dispel the fog that the Prince of Joy had left here. The charming smiles and whispers had been deeply engraved into the second primarch's body. The distance between her and Slaanesh seemed to be only a kneel. An orgy, or a true blasphemy.

The Emperor was silent. His second work was still owned by him in the real universe, but in the high heaven, the Prince of Joy was already laughing and holding her tightly. Only the sharp beak of the Lord of Change could tear her apart. Break this control.

But for this reason, it would be too uneconomical to provoke a war with the Supreme Sky prematurely. He still needs time to build more troops and facilities, to complete his trump card, and to complete a gamble across the galaxy.

The Emperor began to think again, his thoughts as cold as a hibernating snake.

As time went by, the Lord of Terra's eyes swayed back and forth between the two completed works. After thinking for a long time, he finally made a decision that was not too difficult.

【Makado. 】

He awakened his most trusted tool.

【伱Look here. 】

The Emperor knocked on Primarch One's cabin, and through a psychic lens they could see that this nearly perfect creation had its own problems.

Paranoia, isolation, wildness and stubborn arrogance were gifts from the power of the Warp, and they clung to the soul of the First Primarch like maggots to the bones.

[We should weaken it and remove these unstable subspace factors, at least part of them. I don’t like to have such hidden dangers in my successful works. 】

Makado rubbed his shoulders, his brain still aching from the impact of the god.

"My lord, this is a very risky plan."

"The most important thing is, what do we do with these subspace components that have been removed?"

"They have to be placed in a suitable environment, otherwise these unique forces will one day come back to bite them."

[There is no need to eliminate them all, just weaken them. I believe in their will, and I will input loyalty and obedience into the genes of these creatures until the day I no longer need them. 】

As he spoke, the emperor kept rubbing his fingers, and then he looked at the failed work, his second heir, and the color in his pupils was like a tyrant looking at a scapegoat.

[As for dealing with these evil thoughts, didn’t we just get a ready-made one? 】

The emperor caressed the cold cabin. He looked at his failed daughter with a different kind of relief in his eyes.

[Since she is already an irreparable failure...]

[Then let us use as much waste as possible. 】

[My daughter, my number two, my first failure. 】

【Morgan. 】