Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Despair, struggle, enlightenment, death.

In the dark underground passage of Tarkos 5, between the blood shed by the Astartes and the alien Custodes, all the sorrow and struggle, all the faith and glory are just another world thousands of miles away. The flash of color in a pair of pupils.

In Morgan's eyes, the life-and-death struggle of the fangs was like a video she had accidentally glimpsed. When she saw Hector, who was out of strength, being lifted up by his comrades who came over, she stopped watching. Interested in going down.

As for Hector, after he regained his willpower a little, his teachers and comrades warmly held his shoulders and asked him friendly questions and the like.

She believed he could handle it.

She has more important things to do.

The will of the Spider Queen runs rampant in the fleet of the First Legion, mobilizing everything she needs. Each of her instructions is not hindered or delayed in the slightest: maybe not every Dark Angel sends out They obey her from the bottom of their hearts, but for various reasons, they still follow her orders and will.

As for other things, as for what they were thinking in their hearts, she didn't care.

Psychics used for assistance, absolutely private and quiet areas, specially calculated and planned furnishings, and even the heads or blood of certain Randan figures specifically requested by Morgan...

In the shortest possible time, the First Legion prepared everything. Tens of thousands of legion servants were running in the corridors of the battleship for Morgan's casual words. The veterans of the inner ring and the long-established monasteries one after another were facing the most dangerous situation. Intensive artillery fire, forced boarding of Ran Dan's battleship, hunting down those unfortunate people designated by Morgan: every team did not miss in the end, and even rarely suffered damage, even though these Terran Dark Angels had fought fiercely for a whole battle. battle.

Even Coswayen was specially transferred back from the front line of the battle and personally responsible for command and dispatch: Morgan knew very well that Jonson also planned to take the opportunity to let Coswayen get the minimum rest to avoid it being too long. The heavy pressure and scheduling caused confusion in the thinking of the Lion King's confidant.

But the funny thing is that the King of Knights of Caliban doesn't think so: it's just the subconscious emanating from the sensitive beast mind in his heart.

Jonson as a beast would realize that his men needed rest, but Jonson as a man would not think so.

Fortunately, Zhuang Sen's temperament always wanders and switches between humans and beasts. From his heart, he is not a very patient or forbearing character.

At least not now.

The last item had been placed neatly, and Morgan finally opened her blue pupils, allowing her will to briefly return to the real universe from the sea of ​​souls.

She began to take a rest, which lasted less than five breaths. She calculated for the last time everything she needed, everything she was about to complete, and many chores.

In this almost endless consumption and confrontation, even the rich reserves that Morgan has accumulated for more than ten years have begun to bottom out. There are already too many alien souls that she has casually thrown around. into this never-ending war.

She waved her hand, and tens of thousands of souls continued to expand and twist with the random rotation of her fingers. Finally, they burned out and turned into a torrent of pure power, tearing another Ran Dan battleship that had seized a favorable position into pieces. The fragments were broken, and at least 20,000 twisted lives were lost.

In this battle, this is just an ordinary consumption.

Whether it is strangling Ran Dan's numerous wizards, maintaining and supporting the imperial fleet, or facing emergencies that may occur anytime and anywhere in the battle, they will consume an unimaginable amount of power. The expenditure of power was enough to drain most of the Thousand Sons Legion in an instant, but it only made Morgan feel a little tired and bored.

She was not sure how much she had paid for this war, and she was not even sure whether her gains would be worth the rewards. She could only barely estimate her losses and look forward to her gains.

She even felt a somewhat twisted and agitated emotion: it was disgust. It was like a bitter fountain, quietly emerging in Morgan's heart, staining her soul and thinking with a trace of stain.

Morgan was disgusted, disgusted that this situation was starting to escape her control. Her original perfect plans and premeditations were being loosened due to some unexpected circumstances: this was probably one of the things she hated the most.

But no matter what, now, all she has to do is end it all.

The five breath rest is over.

Morgan opened her eyes and she was back in the sea of ​​souls, back in her hunting grounds.

Returned to her throne.

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[I will complete my hunt in fifteen minutes. Be prepared, Jonson. 】

When the voice of blood relatives reached his mind, the Primarch of the First Legion had just made a tactical adjustment. He ordered his [Indomitable Truth] to move forward a standard distance to replace the Salamander Legion. The Glory Queen class continued its fire suppression on the main battlefield.

Hearing this, the Primarch's gaze once again swept across the star map and the special marks distributed on the edge of the battlefield.

"I see."

Presumably, his brother must have been impatient to wait. After all, those Fenris barbarians did not have the patience and civilization of the Calibans. Although he had ordered people to adjust the passage of time in those micro-universes, when it came to those wolves For a kid, doing nothing all day is probably enough to drive them crazy.

Thinking of this, the Primarch's heart, which was exhausted due to the never-ending war, actually felt a trace of joy and sarcasm.

Then he heard a song, a song that echoed through the sea of ​​souls.

Morgan was singing.

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Morgan was singing.

It was the most beautiful, chaotic, arrogant, and plain song. It had neither the slightest ups and downs nor the slightest emotion. The song simply passed over Ran Dan's fleet, and then swept away those who had even the slightest emotion. The aliens with the lowest psychic potential are selected and a soft voice is heard ringing in their ears.

entangled.

Whisper.

induce.

Submit.

Then.

Lively.

Pull out their souls.

At that moment, no one knew how many shrill wails sounded in every corner of the Tuckers galaxy. No matter it was the high-ranking captain or general, or the sailors or soldiers running on the bridge, no one could Fortunately, no one can escape. Every alien that can evoke its own waves in the sea of ​​souls all suffers the same fate and ending.

These pitiful beings have bulging eyeballs and gaping mouths. Their already extremely ugly and distorted faces have now become terrifying enough to dominate any nightmare, even frightening their harmless companions.

At this moment, all the resistance and hunting were completed. Every alien captured by Morgan could only raise their heads high and show the stupidest smile. In the horrified eyes of their companions, Kneel down on the ground with his knees weak, and kill him with his neck.

And in the next moment, countless souls were uprooted, countless wails were heard one after another, and countless battleships and formations were torn apart due to this sudden change, just like a calm lake suddenly hit by a downpour.

【nailed it. 】

The soft voice of the Spider Queen slowly echoed in the sea of ​​souls. At this moment, countless pains, countless deaths, countless struggles and countless despairs were mixed with the last part of her reserves that Morgan took out. of soul food, mixed together.

This is a spear that pierces all things, this is a sharp blade that no one can hold, this is the sound of enlightenment that absorbs countless annihilations and declines, and is enough to bring countless annihilations and declines.

Morgan held it high, brewing strength to his heart's content, waiting for the opportunity, letting it roam in this treasure land filled with countless souls, until the most perfect moment came.

She saw it.

She saw her prey.

【Engine of Destiny】

Without any hesitation, Morgan waved the [weapon] in her hand that could not be described in any words. Before every Ran Dan soldier and wizard could make any reaction, she took action.

Chaos, expansion, fragmentation, destruction.

The Spider Queen's sharp blade was accompanied by her will and was unstoppable. The subspace curtain, which had become so thin that it was almost nothing, was completely torn into pieces by her. In this way, the bottom line was broken, the city wall was destroyed, linking the real universe and the world. The passage of the vast ocean was held tightly in her hands.

The stars dimmed, the galaxies shattered, countless whirlpools and cracks spread across most of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, swallowing up Ran Dan's world-destroying army one after another. Countless fantasies and distortions were like a frenzy under the full moon, starting from every Sweeping in every corner of the direction, nibbling whales are devouring this sad place that has been deprived of all its future.

The world is dead.

And Morgan didn't care.

She succeeded.

Adhering to her will, the [weapon] that smelted all her strength and spirit penetrated the entire Ran Dan fleet, whether it was the defense line built by tens of thousands of wizards, or the instinct for the real universe in the subspace. The pull and pull had no power to stop her.

She could feel that her will, along with the end of the weapon, pierced hard into the core part of the so-called [Engine of Destiny] in Ran Dan's mouth.

She could feel that countless wails and curses were pouring out from every place she could touch. Countless alien wizards were burning their souls and anger, rushing towards the Queen who penetrated reality and illusion, and then in The moment before he touched her, he burned up.

She is the star, she is death, she is the malignant sun, sustained and created by endless blasphemous souls.

She is the malevolence of the Empire.

She is the mercy of humanity.

Morgan smiled.

A kind that is enough to make anyone: no matter he is a brave warrior, an experienced inner circle, or even an arrogant emperor's guard, he can feel the emotion called "fear" from the instinct of living things. smile.

She heard it, heard an angry roar, a royal wrath that made the entire sea of ​​souls tremble, and she felt a blazing scarlet fire leaping up from the imprisoned throne. It was not yet able to Really moving and walking, but not for long.

Morgan was not afraid of this fire. In fact, when she held the [Engine of Destiny] that was burning with countless souls and roars in her hand, she only felt ridicule in her heart for the power that she was once extremely afraid of.

She could hear the most determined words coming from Ran Dan's [Emperor]'s mouth, thousands of miles away among the stars, and she witnessed the awareness, pain, grief and stubbornness that could bear the weight of an entire race.

Really...

Delicious.

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"I won't let you destroy it, human, at my expense."

[Then... give it a try. 】

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she scoffed.

Then she screamed.

With her will, the entire world broke away from the subspace, but in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield could witness the incredible scene.

Large swaths of the Randan fleet were crushed and annihilated in the purest will. Endless subspace cracks occupied their former positions, and at the next moment, a scarlet planet emerged from the cracks: it was occupied by someone. Captured by a god-like will, he was forcibly brought to the extremely dangerous real universe, and was forcibly brought to the strike range of the human empire.

Deathly silence, at this moment, deathly silence occupied the entire battlefield. The battle that lasted for hundreds of Terra standard hours finally came to a standstill for the first time at this moment. Everyone forgot about the bloody work at hand and watched quietly. That world glowing with scarlet light was like a child that kept crying, being pulled to the center of the Tuckers galaxy, and to the most bloody and cruel stage.

The humans were quiet. They were witnessing this scene in confusion and astonishment. Only a few senior members of the Dark Angels let savage smiles occupy their faces.

Ran Dan was also quiet, but their silence was pale, painful, and blank. The most senior officers trembled their twisted lips and said nothing.

This strange dead silence did not last long, because at the next moment, Caliban's King of Knights pressed the button that was always ready beside him.

Once again, the stars began to tremble.

Countless gaps, countless cracks, and countless passages connecting the real universe and the small pocket universe were slowly opened one after another at this moment, and before these most secret corners were completely released, one ship after another The most savage and crude warships rushed out impatiently. These rude warships roared and roared, constantly pouring out the violent fire that had been squeezed for a long time.

The one rushing at the forefront is the [Herafinkel], which is a star killer as huge as a mountain range, and is the canine tooth of the most savage, powerful, and brave Wolf King.

Even though he was thousands of miles away, Leman Russ's roar could still be heard clearly in the ears of his blood relatives.

"Damn you, Zhuang Sen, I stayed in there for too long! This is different from what you promised!"

Zhuang Sen didn't reply, he just looked at the shining red planet quietly.

"Did you see it?"

"I'm not blind!"

"Destroy it, take your legion, I don't care what method you use, destroy it in the shortest time."

The lion heard a savage laugh.

"I know...then what?"

"Then?"

Jonson laughed.

"Then……"

"Whatever you want."