Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

They still exist.

It exists in her heart, in the deepest part of the sea of ​​her soul, where all her wild ambitions and dreams cannot avoid.

When Morgan opened her third eye after a long absence, she once again returned to the realm of her thoughts: the most important territory in her life that had never belonged to her from the beginning.

In fact, Morgan is not very happy to come back here, and she does not always remember everything here in detail. When she wants to use those souls, she prefers to summon them directly.

There is a reason for this.

Compared with more than ten years ago, there was almost no change at all. When Morgan looked around, there was nothing new that made her feel novel, surprised or wary.

Time has no meaning here.

The sky is still pure black. It is the most decayed and obscure black without any vitality or luster. It is like bottles of ink that have been knocked over to the ground and dried into layers after layers of people. It is disgusting. Even if you wash it again and again, you can't erase the stubborn dirt.

Under such a sky, everything in Morgan's mind was shrouded in a lingering shadow.

The sword, the palace and the spire, they still stand there, each maintaining the ever-changing kingdom with its own center. The light of golden, deep purple and indigo continues to infect the already dirty sky, in the endless void There is an eternal battle going on in the world, fighting for who will be used by the most vicious and selfish individual in the galaxy at a certain moment in the future, when fate begins the final act.

Morgan raised her head and looked at the will that did not belong to her deciding her fate. The changing colors were intertwined and intertwined all the time. At first glance, there was a colorful and wonderful feeling, but when you are really calm When you take a closer look, you will only find that these seemingly dreamy colors become more and more disgusting, twisted, and hideous as the observation deepens, as if all the sins in the world are contained in that light, all of them. appear.

The longer you watch, the more confused you will be, the more lost you will be, and the more eager you will be to further explore these terrible places that should be avoided. Only the calmest characters will be able to escape from this silent temptation in time. Breaking away, and when they recovered and looked at the dreamy sky again, they would only see the most chilling truth in the world.

Morgan raised her head and witnessed the filthy and beautiful starry sky in her heart. She looked at it quietly for a few seconds and then lowered her head, showing no serious concern.

Even the collision and battle between the destructive powers themselves is nothing to be alarmed by now. She knows that what exists in her heart is just a fragment of those supreme wills, and their battle is nothing more than a fragment. A fate that can never be escaped from each other.

The silver-haired spider lady once heard those Iron Warriors discuss: Perturabo, the primarch of the Fourth Legion, can see or perceive the Eye of Terror all the time from the moment he has his own consciousness, which is also true. Because of this, the starry sky in the Lord of Steel's eyes is different from anyone else in the galaxy.

But those who discussed these anecdotes could never know that what was happening in Morgan's mind was far more terrifying than anything Perturabo could ever see.

The three gods, or the wills of the comparable gods, erupted in an eternal battle in her mind. The intensity of this war may be high and low, but it never stops, especially the Lord of Changes and the Hunger. The fight between thirsty ladies almost never ends.

Whenever they collide again, the sky will scatter countless fragments, which record complex strategies, distorted history and blasphemous rituals that even the Primarch cannot understand at the first time. If Morgan does not act in time, of cleansing, they may even begin to affect the sanity of the Primarch itself.

Whenever Morgan starts to think, whenever she calms down to examine and reflect on what she has done, she has to enter her inner world to face the never-ending battle, to In front of the three great wills that she could not resist, she became a poor creature who remained silent and humble.

Even for the most experienced navigators, traveling through subspace is an extremely dangerous adventure, but for Morgan, almost every time she thinks, she will face ups and downs that are no less violent than the most violent places in subspace.

The Eye of Terror, in Perturabo's pupils.

The Eye of Terror is also in the Spider Lady's heart.

Thousands of kingdoms rose and collapsed before her eyes, and blasphemies and crimes that were unimaginable to all the minds in the world were vividly displayed in front of her. She witnessed tens of millions of loyalty, betrayal, blasphemy, distortion, Desire and rage transformed into a never-to-be-repeated drama in the vision of her third eye, telling her the majesty of the universe and time over and over again.

They even take into account her psychological endurance: each time the blasphemous fragments appear in front of her, there are not too many, ensuring that she will not be overwhelmed by these horrific scenes.

The will represented by the three rays of light all acquiesced in this decision, watching silently as Morgan trembled again and again in front of the vivid images of the most horrific atrocities in the world, but the slight difference was: the blue and purple rays of light would only appear in the She let out continuous, sharpest laughter in her pain, as if she was waiting for the cute prey to walk into the trap step by step. Occasionally, they would even whisper some low whispers, enveloping her will.

But gold doesn't, and never has.

He would always be silent, and would only quietly witness her. He neither saved nor further oppressed, he just quietly witnessed her struggle.

Waiting for her choice.

She even had to periodically delete some memories that were too disgusting to ensure that her thinking would not be affected: in the face of these things she witnessed, the degradation and torture in the memories of the Eldar she had eaten The method even seems a bit pale.

You know, some of the aliens she enjoyed had even experienced the glorious Eternal Dynasty, and were guests at various luxurious occasions in Commorragh. Some of the [knowledge] in their minds even made the second... Morgan felt a chill in his bones while watching it.

But that is all a thing of the past.

Now, after more than twenty years of baptism and repetition, even the craziest Haemonculi in Commorragh can't use their dark performances to make even a ripple in the Spider Lady's heart, and in the hearts of the world The most elementary filth and darkness are no different from the mud in the hands of a naughty boy in Morgan's eyes.

Compared with those symbols of blasphemy and twisted nature, what intelligent life can come up with is too gentle after all.

Even when Morgan wanted to kill time between Randan wars, she would occasionally silently watch the most depraved fragments of these alien memories, and regard this as an indifferent pastime.

For the Primarch, more than twenty years were enough for her to turn a blind eye to everything.

The horrific scenes that appeared intermittently in front of her eyes gradually decreased in frequency, but they still existed until she devoured part of Magnus's soul and strengthened her will unprecedentedly.

She was even lucky that she had no feedback on so-called emotions for a long time, which allowed her to successfully survive many tests.

For Morgan, this kind of inner mentality will naturally have an impact: Whether Ms. Spider wants to admit it or not, she must face a real problem: being reduced to a second seat in her own thinking world is not a good thing. What is very distressing is that every time Morgan powerlessly witnesses the fragments of the fierce battle, a different kind of anger will accumulate in her heart.

Occasionally, she would think that she needed a way to vent her resentment, a way to vent her resentment that would come and go as soon as she was called on.

She was thinking about this problem and kept trying.

Thinking like this, Morgan kept moving forward in her inner world without any light at all. The only sight on the road was the souls floating around. She has been trying her best to control their number at all times. Ensure the remaining power in your hands.

Souls, countless souls, most of them come from various blasphemous aliens. The ten years of endless fighting on the front line of the Randan War greatly filled the warehouse in Morgan's mind. Every time the front line Every bloody battle is a good harvest for her.

In fact, her only worry is that there are too many souls, so many that her mind cannot maintain the necessary balance: every time she harvests, Ms. Spider always wants to eat more. This is the most simple and simple way. Insurmountable greed, and the consequence of this greed is that every time she packs away the too many souls in her mind, she can't help but want to strangle herself who ate so much before.

Therefore, consuming them has become a necessary knowledge. Morgan understands how important the necessary sacrifice is. Therefore, how greedy she is when harvesting souls and how generous she is when using them.

It was this generosity that gave Ran Dan the name "Soul Drinker" in the war.

In the eyes of outsiders, as a top psyker, Ms. Spider's various performances are exaggerated compared to those of her shocking colleagues. They always whisper in private, Morgan How did the continuous powerful moves in previous wars be unleashed?

And the answer is simple.

soul.

Hundreds of souls are enough to support an unimaginable hurricane and reverse the situation of a battlefield in an instant.

The wailing of thousands of souls is enough to set off an invisible giant wave, completely erasing the fortresses that are integrated with the mountains themselves from the map.

But for Morgan, her own power is enough to do these things, so she never bothers to burn those souls to do these things.

She would only invest and even squander her soul in those big scenes.

Tens of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more souls, when they were ruthlessly pulled out of her mind at the same moment and ignited all together, the power and grief that their destruction could unleash were enough to sustain As Morgan completed the most exaggerated spell in an instant, he held the fate of an entire world and galaxy in his slender fingers.

For example, the huge storm evoked by Morgan during the Battle of Druun, which was enough to sweep across an entire continent, was the migration of natural disasters created by Morgan by burning countless souls in her mind. In normal times, Ms. Spider would The power of the power can indeed evoke such a will to destroy, but it will never come and go away like this.

In the war with Ran Dan, the countless miracles that Morgan evoked were behind the wailing souls of countless aliens. For Morgan, every burning soul was a good deal: such a loss is not only It can consume those souls that are not valuable enough, and it can also harvest more loot at will after another victory of the Dark Angel.

Under such enrichment, she even developed the habit of collecting. Some interesting or unique alien souls were temporarily kept by her: this behavior seemed to come from her genes. When the spider lady thought of something like When using words like [collection] and [keep], she accepted these new habits very smoothly.

In her soul kingdom, there are some precious alien souls that have been tamed by her, and at least on the surface, they are willing to become her collection.

It even includes a scholar from Ark Ada who looks extremely ancient. It obviously has a calmness far better than that of its kind, because when Morgan allowed it to witness how wild her inner world was, it did not It collapsed at the first moment, but on the contrary, under the fear of the deep purple light that was every Eldar's nightmare, it tremblingly proposed an exchange to the Spider Lady.

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"Plunder cannot gain everything...humanity."

"Things plundered are always incomplete and cannot show their original appearance, wisdom and profound meaning. What you see are just broken fragments one after another. You can use them to train yourself, but if you want to learn To get more, what you need is the inheritance of words.”

"Some wisdom will only exist in the expression and communication between each other. It cannot be captured by any words or memories, because all records are subjective, that is to say, there are distortions and changes. .”

"And I'll tell you what these things are like."

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Morgan agreed to the exchange.

She even allowed the alien soul to stay in the safest valley.

Now, it's time for her to reap the rewards of the deal.

Ms. Spider's footsteps have come all the way to these dark and lightless countries. The part that makes her feel most at ease is where many of her good things are placed: those precious enough soul collections, and the ones she is most afraid of. s things.

She walked here and grabbed the soul of the Eldar.

【it's time. 】

She looked at the silent, even rickety alien in front of her, without a trace of compassion in her voice.

[I have something to ask you. 】

"……Speaking……"

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and she spit out some of the confusion in her heart: when she heard about the strange things on the Ran Dan front line, such as the [Forbidden Army] and the golden figures, a bold speculation came to her mind was initially formed.

【Do you... know the emperor? 】

[I want to know, Ran Dan, this rising star who can compete with humans for hegemony, does it also have its own... in a sense...]

["Emperor"? 】

[In other words, the Emperor is not the only one, right? 】

Such a question made the alien in front of Morgan remain silent for a long time, until Ms. Spider began to frown her sharp eyebrows in displeasure, and some psychic tremors appeared unconsciously around her. This rickety creature The alien finally found those memories about other races from his own memory.

"It depends on how you interpret it."

"If the [Emperor] you are talking about is someone like your creator, then I can tell you."

"Yes."

"Those civilizations that are powerful enough, expanded enough, and ambitious enough may have their own [Emperor]."

"In other words, [The Emperor] is not the only one."

"But your Emperor is unique."

This [Emperor] question involves some of my own personal settings as the author, so it won’t be too exaggerated. I will write it down clearly in the next post.