Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

storm.

A storm.

Morgan closed her eyes tightly. She felt a little nauseous and tired. The sweet blood rushed to her throat, and she had to keep swallowing again and again to push it all down.

Despite this, she could still feel the fishy breath flowing between her mouth, and she could still feel a trace of cold blood pouring out of the corners of her mouth and slowly flowing on her cheeks.

But Morgan no longer cared. She was stabilizing her mind and thinking carefully about the current situation. She seemed to have opened her eyes, but there was only pure darkness in front of her. She seemed to be moving her limbs, but she was still unable to move even an inch. .

Faced with this dilemma, Morgan calmed down. She quickly remembered that she had experienced the same thing. With the memory and experience in mind, the slight panic was quickly calmed down.

She began to think, began to recall, and began to analyze the strange storm.

It was an unremarkable galaxy that didn't even have its own name. When the [Indomitable Truth], which belonged to the First Legion, passed by with more than a hundred warships, it made a small-scale stop and reorganize, waiting. with another fleet.

And it was at this time that Morgan felt something: she felt some kind of strange spiritual energy in a dead world in this galaxy. Out of curiosity, after applying to Jonson, she took Zaharil with her. He and about a hundred Dark Angels came to this dead world.

The truth was soon revealed: this world was once an outpost and laboratory belonging to an ancient psionic empire, but this experiment came to an abrupt end due to a catastrophe, leaving only the test subject exuding psionic energy. .

But as Morgan neared it, a storm occurred.

In an instant, the entire galaxy seemed to have fallen into subspace. A hurricane composed of pure ether particles and unknown malice swept through the entire fleet in the blink of an eye. The communicator was suddenly filled with countless captains and high-ranking knight commanders. It was filled with chaotic calls, and this noise only stayed in Morgan's ears for a second: because in the next second, the entire dead world was completely enveloped by the subspace storm, and they could no longer accept anything from the outside world. information.

Fortunately, the small battleship escaped this disaster because it was docked in low-Earth orbit. After waiting for almost nine Terran standard hours, this storm was so crazy that even Morgan couldn't figure it out again. An abrupt moment ended abruptly, leaving only the extremely clean starry sky after the violent rush.

The Dark Angels returned to their small battleship and turned it on. Then they were shocked to find that the scene in front of them had changed: both the First Legion's large fleet and the nameless galaxy had disappeared. Just ever-changing distorted colors.

The astropaths on the ship confirmed again and again, and even Morgan himself took action before finally confirming one thing: they were in subspace.

This dead world was swept directly into the ocean of subspace in the storm. As for why the barrier between this world and the subspace is so fragile, perhaps only those Eldar who have turned into ashes know the answer.

But no matter what, after a brief discussion between Morgan and Zahariel, they came to a conclusion: they must leave the subspace immediately, determine their position in the real universe, and then return to the Legion.

Morgan was even more anxious than Zahariel or any of the Dark Angels, which surprised Jonson's knights.

Of course, they are destined to be unable to guess the real reason, and can only let some stray inferences pass through the legion's communications.

Morgan, on the other hand, didn't care.

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In order to catch up with the feast brought by the death of a primarch, Morgan came to the Legion of Dark Angels, and worked hard and diligently in this war.

During these days, her instincts were telling her more and more clearly that the day of the feast was getting closer and closer, and a once glorious primarch was now on the other side of the galaxy fighting for his hypocrisy, his sins, His cowardice and his surrender led to death.

It would be a big joke if she missed this feast because of this incredible storm.

She must go back quickly, no matter who or what is stopping her.

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For Morgan, subspace is not a depressing land. In fact, the power she can exert here may be ten times the limit of her real universe.

In this world with no rules, no time, and no right and wrong, the only thing Morgan needs to fight against is his own stupidity and recklessness, and the only thing he needs to fear is his own arrogance and greed.

After all, she was not Magnus.

But despite this, just like the arrival of spring awakening the dusty glaciers, in this world filled with supreme power, Morgan's sea of ​​soul was instinctively awakened, and all kinds of memories and fragments were like the cold waves. It swept like the wind, and finally enveloped her after the Primarch chose to sleep, and once again came to a familiar place.

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A dark room.

Interlaced pipes.

Cultivation chamber.

The tall figure was wrapped in pure golden light.

Familiar scenes, familiar elements, familiar feeling.

Morgan instinctively wanted to move her limbs, and then unsurprisingly found herself trapped in a small body. Just like an experience a long time ago, she was witnessing it from an immersive perspective. The past that I don’t know.

So, when she saw the tall golden figure approaching, she simply gave up struggling and thinking, and instead listened, watched and recorded quietly. She was sure that every scene she saw would help her in the future.

She saw the golden figure, her creator, the author of all her suffering and struggle, the Emperor, as they would call him, with fear, love and ambition.

Next to the emperor, she saw the somewhat rickety figure. Morgan remembered his name: Malcador, the Sealbearer, the actual administrator of Holy Terra. His reputation echoed in the thousands of worlds of the empire, and Always associated with sycophancy, sullenness and horrific exploitation.

But at this time, he was just the humblest servant, standing aside like a student seeking knowledge, listening to the emperor's words without sadness or joy.

[We succeeded, Macado, there were twenty groups, no more, no less. 】

[Unfortunately, they are not all in line with my expectations. Some of them have obvious problems and shortcomings. Our remedial measures are just to make up for it and cannot fundamentally solve them. 】

The Emperor stood there, standing in the center of the room. He looked around at the training chambers one after another, just like a blacksmith arrogantly admiring the sword he made. Only when he saw a certain individual, his Only then will the gaze stay longer, and more ruthless colors and light flash through.

[You know, Macado, some of them are failures, or in other words, inferior products. They do not meet my expectations. 】

[No. 2...and...]

【Number eleven. 】

[They are the two with the lowest qualifications. I even doubt whether they can complete the tasks I assigned and not let me down. 】

Malcador seemed to be sighing, or perhaps he was simply standing there, with worry and human weakness in his voice.

"Despite this, my lord, I still don't think it would be a good idea to impose more modifications on them, especially No. 11. We are almost going against the true nature of the Primarch. My lord, what will happen? questionable."

[If we are only afraid of problems, then we can't accomplish anything, Makado. 】

[Psychic energy may be an irreversible trend, but this does not mean that we can completely obey it. In fact, Macado, my friend, you know, in my heart, if humans can get rid of psychic energy, Curse, that is a truly beautiful path, but I also know how weak the possibility of this path is. 】

[Perhaps we will never be able to embark on that road, but we can try, and we can leave a necessary means to deal with the smallest possibility in the future. Therefore, I asked No. 11 to take on this responsibility, and he will be in the real universe In order to build my own epic, absolute rationality and calculation are my gifts. 】

"Absolute rationality is not a purely good thing. My Lord, sacrifice and dedication rely on the emotional flames burning in the heart, so that they can support the light of courage and complete one miracle after another."

"But reason is different, my lord. What occupies the end of reason is not human beings, but complete beasts."

"Furthermore, at the level of the original body, we cannot create untouchable people postnatally. My Lord, we are just opportunistic."

"We made Eleven an untouchable, but we all know that he cannot be untouchable. This is a fundamental refutation."

[The refutation will not prevent him from exerting his strength and making his contribution to a truly great cause. 】

[Makado, my friend. 】

[This is both an attempt and a set of comparisons. It is also a small experiment that will alleviate some doubts in my mind. 】

[For a long time, we have lived at the foot of this unquenchable ocean. The future and tranquility of our race depend on the tranquility of the sea itself. Even the beasts in the sea will be regarded as divine individuals. Being worshiped in a way that shouldn't exist. 】

[But now, Machado, I will answer this question, I will devise new ideas, I will erase the doubts in my heart: Can we abandon the land life, grow the scales and gills of a fish, and become a complete human being? For creatures in the ocean, is this evolutionary choice friendly to our species? 】

[Whether we can succeed, whether we need to care about new things, whether we will be swallowed up by those giant beasts in the ocean, these are the most critical issues, and I can also tell you, my friend, I don’t want this to happen. This path becomes the choice of mankind. 】

[The other way of thinking is more desperate and realistic. My friend, I don’t want to hide this way of thinking, because I am very curious. If we leave the ocean and go to the deepest part of the inland, we will become nothing like the ocean. Can we, as any related people, continue to survive and prosper? 】

[So, I transformed them, No. 2 and No. 11. One completely embraced the power and curse of the ocean, while the other completely stayed away from the ocean, and even became a curse of the ocean. 】

[This is an experiment, Macado, an expensive experiment, but I have a way to make it worthwhile. 】

[What they have to do is accept their names and identities, bear their mission and suffering, and then pay some price for something greater, that's all. 】

【This is not difficult. 】

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The arrogant golden beast raised his chest and raised his head, and slowly left the room. His followers followed him closely, and continued to brew up full of ideas...or conspiracies.

Morgan looked at his back, just watching quietly, watching him gradually disappear, and then a black wave swept through her consciousness in an instant, causing her vision to gradually disappear from the room.

Her mind is quiet and plain. Those titles that could ignite the minimum flame in her heart, such as "failure", can no longer make her have more anger.

Morgan didn't hate the Emperor, she didn't hate the person who created her misery. After all, she didn't even have the emotion of "hate", so how could she hate someone.

But this does not mean that Morgan decides to become his creator's good baby in the future. In the future that Morgan speculates, sooner or later she will meet the Emperor on the battlefield. It's war, betrayal and absolute power.

After all, she didn't hate the Emperor.

It's just that there is no place for the emperor in her future.

Just like there is no place for Morgan in the Emperor's future.

And as long as her creator stands, Morgan's future will never come.

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The Lord of Humanity slowly walked out of the room, with Malcador following closely behind him.

Their speed was not fast. It was not until some time later that the Lord of Humanity slowly moved his body and came to a place where the light could not cover him, and here, you could barely see the training cabins. The faint light reflected.

In this way, this ruthless, despicable, greedy, and arrogant lord of mankind is in this place where no one can see him, in the darkest corner of this corridor, where he does not have to fulfill any responsibilities, and has no responsibility. Any hope, any authority, any place to think about, looking at the only old friend he can trust now.

Sighing.

【Makado, my friend. 】

【Those heirs of mine, you say...】

[What should I do with them...]

I'm really sleepy today and I didn't perform well on this one at all. I'll go to bed first and finish it again when I get up tomorrow...