Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

When Morgan emerged from the ocean of consciousness composed of fragments of her memories and incomplete senses, the warship's warp timer had already shown almost forty-six Terran standard hours.

In other words, they had been ups and downs in the waves of subspace for about two days. At the beginning, this sudden disaster did cause tension on the ship, but fortunately, under the influence of one hundred Dark Angels led by Zahariel, Under the guidance, everyone quickly calmed down.

When Morgan almost fell into meditation involuntarily, the situation on the battleship had reached a point that made her feel at ease: the sailors and slave workers were working normally, Zahariel's warriors were guarding every corner, and the mechanical priests passed through the metal Simo's generator ensures the basic operation of the subspace engine, and the inexperienced navigator is the most tired one: he is groping for the crazy storm airflow over and over again, looking for a way to force Opportunity to jump.

It was in this reassuring situation that she began her meditation, and began to try to soothe and control the ocean in her mind that was turbulent due to the sudden subspace storm. Before falling asleep, she carefully warned Zaharie Hey, don't bother yourself.

But apparently, some people reneged on their words.

Morgan did not wake up in a peaceful environment, because Zahariel was knocking on her door constantly. Although he did not break in directly, the bursts of noise still successfully affected her rhythm. , she had to hurriedly end her work on the Sea of ​​Psionics and return to reality.

As a price for giving up half-way, the aura of psychic energy was scurrying around her body, spreading chaos and discord. Even those with weak psychic abilities could clearly feel the invisible energy waves emanating from Morgan's body.

She opened her eyes, frowned in displeasure, straightened her clothes, walked out of bed, and slowly opened the door.

Before Zahariel could say anything, the Spider Queen's words came to him.

[For your own sake, Zahariel, it's best if this is really an important event. 】

[Otherwise, I will cut you into fine pieces, make porridge, and feed it to the Barbarus rice bucket next door one bite at a time. 】

Morgan's scolding made Zahariel feel inexplicably familiar, and there was neither Porridge nor Barbarus on the ship.

He raised his head, froze for a moment, then put these scolding words behind his mind, and told the current situation in the most anxious tone.

"Sorry to bother you, Ms. Morgan."

"But the situation is indeed critical now, and we need your power."

【What's wrong? 】

"Our navigator is dead."

[…Are we still in subspace now? 】

"Yes."

[Then the navigator died? 】

"Yes."

[...Hopefully the next step is not that we need to clean up. 】

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[Lost] is a Hunter-class destroyer. It is the smallest class among the huge fleets of the Human Empire. However, unlike its brother Cobra-class, the current Hunter-class destroyer is almost a member of the Dark Angel Legion. Uniquely armed.

Because they distrust institutions such as the Mechanicus, or all institutions in the Empire, the Dark Angels rarely introduce combat ships from the outside world. Therefore, in the First Legion, the Hunter-class destroyer replaced the conventional Cobra-class position. , their armor is thicker, their survivability is better, and their speed is faster, while their conventional weapons are not weakened at all.

Even though it is the smallest destroyer in the Imperial fleet, the "Lost" is still a small but well-organized one-kilometer-long ship carrying 10,000 crew members, from captain to slave workers. There is an engine maintenance room belonging to the mechanical priest, and there is also a navigator's sanctuary dedicated to the navigator.

"Navigator Hesmere-Hughes, he had been piloting for two days sleeplessly without any problems. About one Terran standard time ago, he claimed that he had found a subspace rift in the storm that could be forced to jump, and expelled Protect everyone in the sanctuary and don’t allow them to disturb you.”

"Forty-five minutes later, the remaining personnel heard his wailing outside the door and forced their way in. But by this time, he had completely lost all vital signs."

Morgan glanced at the deceased: The navigator looked to be in his fifties. His face was thin and slightly deformed, a characteristic caused by long-term incest. His chin and forehead were severely convex. His face was serious and He was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were no wounds on his body, as if he had simply fallen asleep: except for one place, that was the third eye on his forehead, which was the most important to the navigator, and it had completely festered. and disintegrated.

Apparently, it killed him.

Morgan reached out and carefully searched the remaining soul of the deceased, analyzing the last hour of his life.

She quickly found what she was looking for.

The navigator didn't lie. He did find a subspace crack that could be used to force a jump. Although it was completely unpredictable where they would go, it was better than staying in subspace.

But while continuing to explore and confirm the feasibility of this crack, he encountered a dilemma: some remaining storms happened to be blocked in front of the crack, which made it very dangerous to pass through it. After waiting to no avail, seeing that the subspace storm was showing signs of rising again, the navigator finally stopped waiting. He activated the [Heaven Disturbance] that every navigator was born with, trying to forcefully twist the cracks. reality, allowing the battleship to forcefully pass.

But just when the pilot's will came into contact with the fragments of the storm, he suddenly discovered that this storm was not an ordinary subspace storm. It contained some terrifying elements that had never been seen before, and The moment he realized this, the elements came back to bite him hungrily.

The unknown opponent, the subspace storm-filled environment, and the exhaustion caused by two consecutive days of high-spirited attacks had a catastrophic chain reaction at this moment. This not-so-outstanding navigator... The main body of the soul was completely torn apart before it could make any resistance. The remaining fragments were exposed to the storm and swept away in the blink of an eye without a trace, leaving only a short wail and a cold body. .

Morgan pulled back.

Her spiritual energy stretched out her will and came to the stormy subspace: the crack still existed, and the remaining wind breath that covered it still occupied that place, but this time, she faced a completely different person. Level opponents, they didn't even hold on for a moment. Morgan just frowned, and the terrifying elements that killed the navigator were pinched in her invisible hands.

The Spider Queen glanced at them and frowned even more.

She probably knew what was going on.

[Notice, Zahariel, prepare to jump. I will temporarily take over the role of the navigator and lead the forced jump. 】

"...With all due respect, madam, can you pilot?"

【Won't. 】

[But there is no big problem in forcing a destroyer out of the gap. After all, my mental strength is billions stronger. 】

She turned around. Although she was only a relatively petite figure, the Dark Angel lowered her head involuntarily.

[This storm is different from those we have encountered before, Zahariel. 】

[If I guess correctly, the First Legion is already in trouble, and if they were not in trouble - then the situation would be even worse. 】

[But no matter what, we must return to the real universe as soon as possible and return to the fleet of the First Legion. 】

[Do you understand my will, Zahariel? 】

Zahariel, a company commander of the Dark Angels and theoretically the highest administrative figure on this battleship, looked at the [mortal] in front of him who actually had no position. After thinking for less than a second, he lowered his head. head.

"I see."

[Then, go and do it. 】

【Execute my will. 】

This sentence seemed to have a strange magic power. When the Dark Angel, who was originally hesitant, heard it, whether it was Zahariel or the other warriors present, the slight dissatisfaction in their hearts turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. pure execution.

"As you command, my lady."

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The forced jump went smoothly.

About ten slaves and servitors were sucked into the wall and steel due to random movement during the jump. Other than that, the entire battleship suffered no losses.

The brief dizziness and physical nausea lasted for a few moments on the Dark Angel, and then Jonson's heirs quickly woke up, even though Zahariel's subordinates were a group that could not be called [ "Dark Angel Veterans" are Calibans, but after experiencing the fire of Randan, they still quickly recovered. They ignored the mortal crew members who were still a little uncomfortable, and began to operate various equipment of the warship, mastering it immediately. The conditions of their galaxy.

You know, these Calibans are only in the Dark Angel Legion and can hardly be called veterans.

And the first feedback came quickly.

"There's a signal from a ship, it's an imperial warship!"

The voice responsible for the announcement had a sharp sense of joy, which is understandable, because the moment the news came, a relaxed atmosphere appeared in everyone's hearts.

Only one person did not laugh.

Ever since she was involved in the subspace by this strange storm, Morgan has not shown her smile again. Even the most perfunctory and false smile has disappeared from her face. She stands in the core of the command room, stuck in the air. Harel and the captain stood respectfully on both sides: Invisibly, it seemed that all Astartes acquiesced in the rationality of this scene.

She gave the order, her voice cold and quick.

[Continue to explore and try to contact. 】

[Order the bow of the ship to be prepared to launch torpedoes at the necessary moment, and to maintain a state of being able to immediately enter and exit the battle at any time before the opponent can prove his identity. 】

Following Morgan's words, the Dark Angels carried out her orders: they quietly aimed torpedoes at their own friendly forces, executing them without any burden.

After everything was ready, the team responsible for the exploration also reported again.

"We have observed more signals from imperial ships. This is a fleet, even including battleships and battlecruisers. They are besieging a world. We can observe those burning void fortresses and orbital defense arrays. The bow of the ship wants to Know whether to keep torpedo firing."

[Sure, why not? 】

As Morgan asked softly, the destroyers of the First Legion gradually left the darkness at the edge of the galaxy and cautiously moved towards the center of the galaxy, which was under fire. Their whereabouts were quickly discovered by the outermost drone, and a cruiser immediately turned around. Turning around, several destroyers and frigates made the same move.

At the same time, a rich voice continued to echo in the Dark Angel's battleship through the public channel.

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"Unknown ship, please stop."

"This is the Death Guard Legion. I am the seventh company commander of the Legion, Nathaniel Garro. Please report your identity. Repeat, please report your identity."

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The communication was relatively smooth, but both warships fell into a brief state of shock or confusion.

Garro was shocked that the Dark Angel's battleship would suddenly appear here, while Morgan and Zahariel were confused about their location.

The entire empire knows that the Death Guard Legion is now fighting side by side with Horus's Luna Wolves Legion. In other words, they were swept directly from the northeastern part of the galaxy where the Dark Angels are to where the Luna Wolves are by a storm. The Milky Way West spans half of the Milky Way in just two Terran standard days.

But the time left for Morgan to be confused didn't last long, because Zahariel's questioning eyes had already come to him.

Morgan closed his eyes.

She cleared her thoughts and emphasized her current purpose again.

She needs to return to the First Legion as quickly as possible. No matter where she is now, she must return to her brother Jonson as soon as possible, and she must catch up with the feast of the death of the Legion: only in this way can she possibly A share in the death of a Primarch.

This is her purpose, her goal, and she must act towards it.

No matter what you do...

Morgan opened her eyes.

[Ask the battle brothers of the Death Guard Legion if they need help. 】

[In addition, maintain speed and prepare for landing operations. 】

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The Dark Angel's inquiry did not receive an immediate answer. The captain of the Death Guard seemed to be hesitating. He seemed to be slightly entangled and worried about gains and losses because of some issues related to honor.

This was the case until Morgan ordered Zahariel to come to the Death Guard Captain's single-person communication channel. She opened it, her pale lips were close to the communicator, and the cold voice fell into the Death Guard's voice bit by bit. Beside the ear.

Fortunately, she had heard and understood a little about this Terran veteran before.

[Captain Garro, I am Morgan, the psychic advisor to the Primarch of the First Legion. They will also call me [Soul Drinker]. I think you have fought alongside the First Legion on the Randan front. Heard something. 】

"...Ms. Morgan, hello."

"Indeed, I have heard of your reputation and power. The name [Soul Drinker] was indeed... spread among the Fourteenth Legion."

[Very good, let me make a long story short. My psychic detection allows me to know the situation of the world in front of me: you are against a large number of opponents who are controlled by the mind, and your military strength is not enough to tear apart these billions of enemies. With waves and lines of defense composed of fearless walking corpses, your soldiers are bleeding out in this war of attrition, and the bleeding is worthless. 】

[The only way is to find the psychic controller and behead it. You know, Captain Garrow, how much my power and the one hundred elite Dark Angels I lead will play in this action. 】

[Whether it is for us or for you, choosing to join forces to fight against the enemy is not a complicated or dark matter when facing this situation. It is just the simplest and most simple brothers working together and fighting side by side. Is not it? 】

[How can a little honor be more important than the hot blood of battle brothers? 】

[Am I right, Captain Garro? 】

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This time, Jialuo's silence did not last long. The words "blood of battle brothers" clearly moved the Death Guard's company commander, and his answer came quickly.

"You are right, Ms. Morgan, this is indeed just a side by side battle."

"Now, then, I formally invite you to join this war, ma'am."

[Don’t be so outspoken, Gaara. 】

Morgan exhaled softly, her lips almost pressed against the communicator, and the corner of her mouth finally raised the faintest smile.

[Since we fight side by side. 】

[Then from this moment on, we are comrades-in-arms. 】