Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

They are coming.

Ran Dan is coming.

When Morgan's soul broke through the shackles of the body and the mortal world, and came to the void filled with unparalleled madness, dreams and cold atmosphere, she felt a rather false warmth, a kind of warmth that made people feel... A brief moment of comfort and contentment.

Just like an eagle whose wings were broken since childhood, at a lucky enough time, it returned to the sky, enjoying the freedom and beauty of nature that it had never felt before. Everything was in her eyes. Just a miserable creature buried in the dust, a delicacy in the basket for her to pluck or trample on.

For a moment, Morgan even understood the foolish actions of Magnus and his heirs. She understood why those Prospero men were obsessed with letting their souls wander in the dangerous ocean. Just like the most crazy drug addicts pursuing excitement, the most extreme Thousand Sons warriors, and even King Prospero himself, are pursuing the freedom and wandering of the soul.

Morgan had not understood it, but now, she did.

Her soul transcended her body that could only be called a shackle. In an instant, she broke through all kinds of clouds and sky. In a world that is unimaginable to mortals, she threw away the vastest deserts and the tallest peaks at will. At her feet, each of her empty breaths stirred up waves in the layers of clouds and winds, like a young god spending eternity in the clouds.

She raised her head, and the shadow of her soul threw away the gravity and vacuum that once restricted countless races to their home planet, and came to the dim stars.

She stretched out her hand, and countless sun disks and stars respectfully disappeared from her sight. They still existed in their original places, but they and the heat could no longer interfere with her senses and will, just like mediocre ministers could never Slow down the pace of the Queen.

She smiled, looked, and ordered. Her will and desire instantly transcended the gravity of the world, the constraints of stars, the power of the simplest galaxies and vision, and came to even the most cutting-edge technological instruments. It is also impossible to observe the place.

She stands above the stars.

She can do this whenever she wants.

Those short-sighted visions that living things are born with, those limits of machines that have been developed through tens of millions of years of wisdom, those various methods that took countless genius ideas from countless wise men in the world, those mortals Everything that can be done, everything that can be imagined, everything that can be prayed for, in her eyes, is just a matter of waving her hand.

She doesn't even need to pay any price or pain. She just needs to let her spiritual energy start to operate and let her innate power be vented wantonly. The crystallization created with tears and sweat would not be just the poorest imitation of a random idea in her mind.

She can watch, she can decide, she can change, she can indulge.

In short, in a certain field, she is a legendary god.

This thought lasted in Morgan's mind for less than a second, and then she raised the corners of her lips. The unfathomable calmness and rationality of Ms. Spider aroused waves, washing away this poor arrogance and temptation.

Maybe those Thousand Sons, maybe Ahriman or even Magnus, will be addicted to this feeling. They can be proud of this and think that they are born to be excellent, born to be noble, and born to be stronger than all living beings. Testify powerfully and indulge in it at all costs.

But not Morgan.

Power that is obtained too easily will always make people forget about it, but when Ms. Spider expresses her talents wantonly, she always thinks of the existence in her heart.

Every time at this time, she would be reminded of the feeling of humility, and the remaining arrogance would disappear, allowing her energy to be reinvested in her work and purpose.

She knew that she was just an ant and had no chance of being exposed to arrogance and stupidity.

Morgan opened her eyes. In just a moment, she took in the entire Tuckers galaxy and summoned every life, every thought, and even every breath in this galaxy to her. Before the soul, carefully sift.

She could see her blood relatives preparing for their own affairs.

She could see that the fleets belonging to the Space Wolves were swearing and sailing into the micro-universes opened up by the Dark Angels. These small spaces opened up by the First Legion were scattered throughout the galaxy. The technology and relics required are far beyond what anyone in the empire could imagine.

She could see that Vulkan was leading his descendants to become familiar with every fortress and every high wall. Deflagration, melt, and various flamethrowers were piled up at their feet, and the Fire Dragon Lord himself Then he was inspecting the most important locations, inspecting every iron and steel wall that needed to face Ran Dan's craziest army.

She could see that Jonson was in his command room deep in the Indomitable Truth, polishing the too-shiny Lion King sword over and over again. He put on his armor, stood up, and whispered to himself. After speaking, he came to the table that decided everyone's fate. The knight captains who controlled thousands of armies surrounded him. They surrendered to his majesty, just like the humblest attendants, bowing their heads.

She can see that her most important chess piece is implementing her request bit by bit, and he will return to her at the end of this war; she can see that tens of millions of mortals are walking into In their respective combat positions, they were inspired, deceived, or promised as rewards for war; she could see that the horrors buried in the deepest parts of broken history had been unleashed, and they were rising with every breath. Fully releasing his deep-seated hatred for any life and civilization.

Thousands of scenes are playing out in every corner of every world; thousands of ideas are jumping in every thinking of every mortal, and thousands of possibilities are advancing in every sound of every bullet. .

She grabbed them in her hands and breathed greedily.

She can see it.

They are ready.

She can see it too.

They have also arrived.

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His vision passed through the scattered meteorites at the edge of the galaxy, to the boundless darkness and illusion, to the darkest realm where even the bravest warriors are unwilling to set foot, and to the first point where this war is about to break out. The outermost edge of this confrontation.

After the first batch of ambushes of the Imperial fleet were thrown away from her sight, Morgan's will finally broke through the scope of the galaxy. Her senses rushed into the waves of subspace, and almost in the next second, she saw Arriving at the goal she was looking for.

They are already close at hand.

The black waves swept in like a tidal wave, and those terrifying ships filled with spikes and flails seemed to have completely surrounded the empire's galaxy. They were endless, from Morgan's most subtle senses to the vision of her soul. The most extreme distance you look at is occupied by alien warships. They are in groups, as if Beelzebub from purgatory finally got tired of the endless waiting, and thus rolled up a ship that could swallow all the creatures on the earth. China's monstrous swarms of locusts.

During the ten years that Morgan followed her brother and fought against Ran Dan, she once strangled Ran Dan's fleet, trampled Ran Dan's fortress, and threw millions of alien armies into death. In the reincarnation, but even so, she has never seen such a large army, and she has never seen so many Ran Dan aliens swarming together, forming a frenzy that no single legion can resist.

The alien fleet, the alien army, the alien blood, the alien breath, the minds that are too numerous to be technical are gathered together, like a group of roaring dragons moving forward unscrupulously in the high sky, even the vicious spiders The Queen did not dare to challenge them head-on. She hid secretly and observed this seemingly irresistible army of despair.

The Randan people may have packed all their people into these battleships, or they may have put everything that could be lifted into the air into this war, or they may have condensed things plundered from the entire northern galaxy into A dagger pierced into the heart of the empire.

At the first moment, Morgan couldn't help but think so, because only these thoughts could support the scene in front of her: Ran Dan's large fleet had no end in sight, and there were thousands of warships serving as the backbone of this army. The vanguard, and behind them is only more power. When their vanguard has pressed on the most important line of defense of the Dark Angels step by step, their main force has not even left the galaxy where they were previously entrenched, and among these After the main fleet filled an entire galaxy, the fleets responsible for rearguard and supply flooded several other star systems.

Morgan's vision rose higher and higher. When she took in every world and every ray of light in the entire star region, she still did not see the real end of this alien army. It was as if these The creature without sorrow or joy has drained the last drop of blood of its own race without hesitation, turned its soul and despair into the last dagger for fighting, held it in its hand, and waved it towards the human race. The Kingdom of the Lord.

One galaxy, two galaxies, three galaxies...

The alien army is endless.

One thousand ships, two thousand ships, three thousand ships...

Morgan's sight was like an invisible breeze blowing among the Randan people's countless void war engines. She tried hard to control herself and only count the capital ships that seemed to be able to play an important role in the battle.

But when she counted [four thousand], she gave up this useless behavior, and in the dim void where she gave up counting, she could still see endless blasphemous battleships emerging continuously. , Morgan was able to notice that most of the battleships staying behind were not in Ran Dan's style. It was more like Ran Dan had spliced ​​various captured battleships into his own crazy fleet. , she even saw some war engines that once served the Human Empire. Their wounds were repaired haphazardly, and only the breath of death came from their bridges.

Her eyes focused on the most powerful phalanx, on Ran Dan's three remaining war moons. She could see that the originally gray-white spheres had completely turned into an unknown scarlet thing. , she could see that the largest war moon was emitting a light that was enough to make her feel a real threat. The light was so dazzling, as if the rulers of Ran Dan had captured an emerging star. The sun shut it in.

But it is not the sun, because it is emitting sounds and breaths that do not belong to the sun.

Morgan listened, and she seemed to hear something.

But someone didn't want her to listen anymore.

First there was the detection of a force, and then accompanied by the screams in the sea of ​​souls, hundreds of thousands of souls released their malice in the endless void. Each soul can be swept up in the waves of subspace. Due to the existence of their own water splashes, they gathered together to form a frantic hammer, constantly waving at the edge of the galaxy and the world, trying to drive away this little thief who was spying without permission.

Morgan's eyes swept across the indignant army indifferently. Her energy continued to be focused on observing the most important targets. She just took out a hand and waved it casually among Ran Dan's vanguard, counting. Thousands of wails sounded at the same time, each one representing an arrogant opponent dying in a twisted manner among his comrades.

Morgan's eyes flashed with contempt for these hooligans, but as she continued her observation, a breath that she couldn't ignore suddenly rose from the largest Randan battleship, like... A star unleashes its anger and heat.

For the first time in her life, Morgan's cold sweat instantly fell down her neck.

She turned her sight and faced that will: it rose from the largest, most brutal and most twisted Ran Dan battleship. When it finally appeared in the void, thousands of Thousands of souls are cheering in unison, shouting fanatically, doing their best, and using their dry throats to pour out their faith in swearing allegiance to the greatest.

Morgan glanced at it. She had no intention of continuing to fight. The spider lady's soul carefully measured the distance between them and slowly retreated.

To her surprise, the most terrifying opponent she had ever seen in her life didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it. It was just sitting on its own battleship, as if there was something on it worthy of its never leaving.

In other words, it cannot move easily.

Morgan blinked and made a rough calculation: If they want to wait until this will comes to the main battlefield of Tuckers, then they first need to tear apart the edges of thousands of Randan fleets and soak them in the blood of the aliens. Every inch of Tuckers.

With this in mind, she left.

Before leaving, Morgan took one last look at the world that was constantly flashing the most dazzling blood-red light.

This time, she heard it again.

But this time.

She understood.

She understood that voice.

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Even Morgan, the moment she understood the voice, felt an instinctive mixture of nausea, fear and trembling, attacking her heart.

She is afraid.

Afraid of that light.

Afraid of that thing.

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It was a wail.

That was the last cry of hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions of lives before they were thrown into hell. It was the immeasurable despair, curse, hatred and fear that were extracted in an instant, and then The terrifying incarnations that were kneaded together to their heart's content.

Just by taking a true look at the nature of that light, Morgan could see countless dead stars spread across the darkness of the Milky Way, and see how tens of millions of people were slaughtered in just one breath. , you can see how amazing the power it will explode will be as long as this light pours out the most terrifying death essence in the galaxy.

It can destroy a world, destroy it easily, and when it steps into the galaxy it needs to destroy, it can be launched without aiming or any more security environment because of the impact created by these desperate souls. It will drag an entire galaxy into complete annihilation in the shortest possible time, and the price is nothing more than the light itself.

Thinking of this, the most natural question also appeared in Ms. Spider's mind.

So, for Ran Dan.

This can only be used once and is enough to end any war.

Where should it be released?