Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The surface has been cleared."

"There are 56 Ran Dan enemies in total, including one low-level overlord, three wizards, and 52 ordinary warriors. All of them have been killed."

"Our casualties...zero."

The raging cold wind carried the pungent smell of blood, both those that had dried up and had a strange red color, and those that were constantly dripping and flowing freshly.

The war is still going on, in every corner of the world, from the ground to the sky, from the horizon where guns and cannons are constantly ringing, to the close proximity where the rumble of footsteps has come out.

The massacre that took place on the surface happened in just a moment, from the moment when the Shadow Champion cut off the head of the first heavy fireman, to when Hector whispered in the dust about this not-so-intense annihilation, from the beginning to the end. The end is just what happens in a few dozen breaths.

And when this makeshift team escaped from the rapid annihilation battle and took every moment to rest and prepare, they also heard the footsteps of another war gradually approaching.

Obviously, Ran Dan's real central area is under the ground. The giant engine that Hector and his team want to destroy is there, and Ran Dan's real elite power is also there.

The entrance was not difficult to find. Following the footprints made of dried blood, Morgan's heirs easily found the deep cave entrances that constantly exuded the stench of soil and blood. Indistinctly, heavy breathing could be heard. and chaotic pace.

The guard in charge here had long been killed in the previous massacre. The six Astartes warriors stood at the entrance of the cave, quietly listening to the approaching footsteps deep in the cave, and constantly adjusting the optoelectronics carried by their helmets. The imaging system and automatic sensing system allow you to maintain good vision suitable for combat in low light conditions.

And he can survive the dazzling light that follows with ease.

When the last sound of adjusting the system completely dissipated, Ran Dan's army under the ground finally arrived. Hector, Chiron and Ezio looked at each other and threw out the weapons in their hands without hesitation. Highlight bombs.

The most dazzling light killed the deepest darkness in just one breath, as if the eyelids were forcibly opened, making the pupils stare desperately at the scorching sun at noon, thousands of sharp snow-white arrows piercing each one. Menacing scarlet pupils, screams, wails and the rudest and most vicious curses exploded in an instant.

Before the calmest Ran Dan soldiers could recover, from the corner of their eyes, they saw six tall iron towers covered in the blood of their kind, like six unstoppable storm gods, roaring, In silence and war cries, he crashed into their battle line.

The alien army did not expect that their comrades on the ground would be annihilated in such a short time. Therefore, when they faced the power swords, bolters, plasma and psychic energy that kept flashing or roaring, When lightning strikes, they are no more powerful than a bunch of panicked civilians.

The old massacre is over.

A new massacre begins.

Before carrying out this massacre, Hector had one more important task, a goal that he must put first at all times. He must find the giant engine, and he must destroy all aliens who dare to stop him.

He must...

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Find it.

Morgan's will commanded.

In an instant, countless souls gathered into a false hunting herd, passing through the extremely weak curtain in the real universe and the strange subspace under fire, and pierced into the core fleet of the Ran Dan Empire.

She must find it.

Find that thing.

Drag it to this galaxy, drag it to the real universe.

In this way, the Empire can truly destroy it and destroy the Randan alien's last delusions about winning the war.

In this way, they can truly win this war, and Morgan can truly erase her last worries and start the real harvesting and devouring that she has not seen for a long time.

She has given too much.

Now, she needs payback.

The Spider Queen can clearly feel the fire burning in her heart. It is not because of anger or excitement, but because she is constantly consuming her soul reserves because of the war in front of her. These alien souls are being consumed by her. She was deeply involved in the war that took place in Tuckers, and she could even clearly calculate that the soul power she consumed in this war was enough to support her in crushing several worlds into ashes.

Through her will and means, they turned into invisible sickles that continuously harvested a large number of Randan wizards, turned into a superior platform that supported each battleship to report the situation and accept orders freely, and turned into a platform that allowed Zhuang Sen to Being able to overlook everything with ease allows Caliban's King of Knights to give full play to all his talents and create a great miracle of blocking the most formidable opponent with the smallest number of troops.

She consumes, she orders, she promotes, she uses countless alien souls and lives to build the greatest merit and glory that belongs only to herself.

In addition to those treasures that are truly precious and need to be protected, all the alien souls that Morgan accumulated during the more than ten years of Randan War are being burned at an alarming speed and transformed into the most essence. Pure energy for Morgan to drive.

Even the speed of birth and death in the fiercest battlefield among the stars is far less than the wail of those alien souls when they are ruthlessly consumed by the Spider Queen.

Morgan even felt like he was being compassionate.

These despicable, abominable, pathetic alien lives, worthless garbage, can actually be used by her to create such wonderful power and miracles, so that their souls can pay the only value in her will: what kind of mercy is this and acts of justice.

Therefore, she was not surprised at all when the hunting group she sent out conveyed good news to her as quickly as possible.

Following the guidance of these souls, Morgan's eyes penetrated the boundary between reality and fantasy, and temporarily came to the subspace. She saw those Ran Dan fleets still endlessly swarming towards this unyielding galaxy. She saw the most massive and gorgeous war engines preparing for battle one after another, hoping that their charge could completely end this somewhat long war.

But her target did not linger for a moment on these fragile little guys, but passed over these rude machines and came to the truly dangerous object.

In the core area of ​​Ran Dan's fleet, there are two artificial worlds that are large enough to rival small planets. One of them is completely wrapped in endless black armor, and you can only vaguely feel the large number of people on it. With special cables and psychic aura, Morgan can use her third eye to glimpse the most core secrets of the world:

A being that was so powerful that even she felt afraid was using a device that would make any psyker uncomfortable, constantly consuming his own strength and even life to produce some kind of special psychic aura, without any trace of it. There is no doubt that when those Ran Dan soldiers absorbed these auras, they became fearless and fearless on the battlefield. Even those aliens who were too young and old also had amazing powers. courage.

The price of all this is that Ran Dan's [Emperor] is almost unable to move. It is imprisoned on the instrument it chooses at all times, burning its own and other alien souls to support it. The courage and fearlessness of this terrifyingly large and overwhelming fleet.

Morgan's eyes stayed on this scene for less than a second: she could feel the pain caused by that instrument, and she could also feel what kind of determination it took to persist in the face of such pain for so long.

But she doesn't care.

She doesn't care about the fate of a doomed alien bastard.

Then, she turned all her attention to the place that really deserved her care, the collection of souls occupying half of the battle moon. It was obviously the best protected, with the Randan battleships gathered around it. Densely packed, like a depressing dark forest.

Morgan looked at that thing, and in the deepest memories of the Randan wizards she extracted, they all used the most serious attitude towards this so-called [Engine of Destiny].

She began to calculate, she measured how much soul she had left, and she estimated whether her next actions would hurt herself.

This didn't take long.

Almost in the next second, the Primarch, who was at the core of the Unyielding Truth, received a message from his blood relatives.

[I found it, Jonson. It will take about half a Terra standard for me to have it appear in the hunting ground. 】

The King of Knights of Caliban let a ray of light slide through his gloomy pupils, and he quietly looked at the tactical holographic projection in front of him: Despite the assistance of Morgan, the battles these days are still extremely difficult, with countless , Ran Dan's battleship could almost tear apart the thin front line of the First Legion and completely separate Zhuang Sen's men.

But every attempt and attack by the aliens ultimately fell at the feet of the inner circle. A large number of lion elites, including the Sandalwood Order, had slaughtered countless challengers, causing the blood of blasphemy to flow all over the decks. Let not one of these powerful warriors survive.

It can no longer be consumed.

Zhuang Sen spoke, his voice already becoming extremely hoarse.

"Okay, let's do it."

[Very well, Jonson, I still need a few things, including at least two hundred psykers singing with me, and...]

"It goes without saying."

Zhuang Sen's eyes had already returned to the battle situation. He spoke with absolute confirmation and promise in his words.

"Whatever you want, just issue your own orders. I have asked the First Legion to regard your orders as equal to mine. At least in this war, you and I both have the power to dispatch the Dark Angels. .”

"Now, let it go."

"Give it to me and bring it in!"

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The promise from a blood relative made Morgan feel a little happier. This was the first time since the battle began.

She exuded her will, conveying orders to every element she needed, and watched with satisfaction as the First Legion began to act under her will.

But she did not relax, nor was she stupid enough to ruin Zhuang Sen's plan. Her will swept across the battlefield over and over again. Relying on the long discussion with Zhuang Sen before the battle began, she could immediately see that her blood relatives were currently Which plan was being used? Without destroying Zhuang Sen's plan, Morgan mobilized the power he needed as quickly as possible.

Before everything was ready, she took out a breath and glanced at the heir she was paying attention to.

Hector's situation made Morgan's brows jump slightly, so she left the breath there.

Her pride piece needed it.

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massacre.

Endless slaughter.

Dangerous carnage.

There is no end to the carnage.

In terms of straight-line distance, there is only about fifty meters from the ground to the storage room of the giant engine. However, in battle, even the closest distance is like the moon in the water and cannot be trusted.

The lighting system of the underground passage has been completely destroyed. The originally clean and solemn corridor is already covered with smelly corpses, wreckage and blood. Only the intermittent lights inadvertently provide some visibility.

The figures of Ran Dan's soldiers loomed in the ultraviolet light of the automatic sensor, like monsters lurking in the dark night, swarming out from every corner. Every obstacle was a bloody battle, and every step was a bloody battle. Several lives will be lost.

Rationality was tortured, thinking was tortured, and the once closely coordinated team and training were shattered in front of the endless black wave. Hector could feel that he was fighting alone at this moment: his companions still did not fall. Below, they were still fighting, and he could hear their shouts and war cries, as well as the roar of explosive bombs and plasma.

But they were not with him.

He rushed too fast.

He listens, he senses, he prays for answers to the power he admires in his heart, and he searches for a breath other than blood and fishy stench in the constant fighting.

He heard the crackle of heavy bolters and the crackle of plasma, but it seemed far away.

He heard the sound of shadows passing by, which was an expected command, but before his cry came out of his throat, countless shrill roars drowned him.

He was angry, he roared, he waved his blade, taking hundreds of lives in one breath after another, making every inch of dry land moist again, until he heard the terrified gasps of the aliens, until he He saw the bright logo that appeared in the mission, until he spotted a figure not far from him.

Tall, burly, and arrogant.

Invincible, indescribable.

The finely crafted armor set this creature apart from each of its comrades, and its crimson eyes reflected a certain power, something that made the Astartes flex their muscles, ready to embrace death. .

Hector breathed deeply.

He recognized this monster, this monster he had faced before.

Custodes.

Ran Dan's Imperial Army.

But this time, Morgan's proud pawn is alone.