Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

This is an old story.

It is neither long nor bloody, but it is a sad poem full of discrimination and murder. It is the fruit of ignorance and a nightmare of sin destined to plague innocent people.

The story begins before all human suffering has happened. It was a golden era, an era of dreams and ambitions. Countless ships set off from the homeland of mankind in a steady stream. They sailed away from Terra and sailed away. Leaving the sun, sailing away from the safe haven that has been for thousands of years, betting everything on the unknown void.

And the drama has officially begun.

When another ship carrying thousands of passengers was traveling in the subspace, this giant ship happened to hit an invisible wave head-on.

Magic, elements, witchcraft, psionic power...it may have countless names, but its essence remains the same: it is an unknown gift given by the subspace, a terrifying talent that ordinary people cannot control at all, and it is accompanied by ships in the world. Falling deeper and deeper into the turmoil, the awakening of psykers began to appear on a large scale among passengers, and along with the emergence of power came the ugliness of human nature and the collapse of order.

In the chaos, time passed day by day, until almost everyone began to believe that they could not leave this invisible storm in a short time. Opposition and camps began to appear with this thought, and some people denounced it as psychic energy. Some bring it upon themselves, while others simply fear their power.

Until the last official trying to re-stabilize order fell and war broke out.

The mortals with absolute numerical superiority finally forced all the psykers into a desperate situation. They trapped these former compatriots and activated the terrifying weapons that were once forbidden, draining their psychic energy and life alive. .

They thought it was over, but the real situation was not that simple.

No one knows how many psykers died in this collective atrocity, and no one knows how many innocent people were among the dead, but one thing is certain: when all psykers died, , the only thing they have in their chests is eternal hatred.

Hatred is more durable than true love, more violent than jealousy, and greater than unity. Before the victors of the war had time to celebrate, they realized with horror what kind of monster they had unleashed.

All the psykers who died in vain, their last and most vicious hatred before death were twisted together, constantly blending and expanding, and finally gave birth to an unstoppable existence in the spiritual world:

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"Sitan..."

Magnus wiped the dust off the ship and whispered the name of the ancient ship.

The Primarch's single eye was filled with psychic fire. He raised his head and saw the rusty appearance of the ship. His consciousness of constantly exploring the outside told him that the last trace of the Atava team disappeared here. .

Along with his will, the majestic spiritual energy turned into a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, a new entrance several meters square was carved out.

"Be prepared, the owner here does not welcome us."

Magnus tilted his head and told his only two followers that the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion had used the greatest possible means to strengthen them so that the two could function in the most difficult battles.

Then, a group of people walked in.

[Sitan] is an antique. It is obviously a product of the same great era as Kalena City's [Steadfast Light], but unlike its cousins ​​that are well preserved and can even be repaired and used, this ship has The interior of the giant ship with an unknown name has been completely corrupted. Broken walls and scattered cables can be seen everywhere. If the outer shell hadn't been so hard, it might have completely disintegrated long ago.

The three of them walked out of the electronic ruins, each foot stepping on the thickest dust. No one had set foot here for hundreds of years - this was really a strange thing.

Morgan thought as he carefully looked at everything around him, looking at the countless dilapidations and dust.

It is also an ancient memory, so the [Steadfast Light] was placed in the center of the capital for people to remember and was carefully cared for and maintained.

But the [Sitan] was abandoned here instead. Judging from its dilapidation and thickness of dust, let alone regular cleaning and maintenance, the people from Dawn Star never even seemed willing to get close to it—this is why. ?

This question did not bother Morgan for long.

Because with their footsteps, the original gene and his attendants were getting closer and closer to their destination, until they walked through the last corridor, a wide hall appeared in front of them. Judging from the location, This should be the center of the [Sitan].

On the left side of the hall, they saw an entrance that had been broken open by violence, and messy footprints extending all the way from the entrance to the depths.

At the end of the footprints, there were five warriors standing. Morgan could recognize Atava and Hathor among them. Obviously, they were the missing sons of Magnus.

But something was obviously wrong with the Thousand Sons at this time: they all took off their helmets, revealing rigid faces and eyes as ruthless as glaciers. There was no trace of respect in their eyes when they looked at their genetic father, only the last. Fundamental indifference and indifference.

"Come out, you guy."

Magnus spoke, and Morgan could feel the rare anger in his voice.

"You bastard who manipulates my heirs, stand up, I'm already here, come and fight me."

"I will tear you apart, your soul and your hypocrisy, because you made a mistake, the most ridiculous mistake in the galaxy. You tried to enslave the children of Magnus. For the rest of your short and miserable life, this Mistakes can give you the most literal sense of purgatory.”

"I promise!"

The Primarch's rage burned unchecked in the halls with his declaration, and his opponents did not remain silent.

Morgan heard laughter, and it was the weirdest laughter: it was like laughter and crying, mixed with angry roars and the collision of weapons, and when you pricked up your ears and listened carefully, you seemed to The deepest and most vicious curses can be heard.

Along with this laughter, the five Astartes took three steps forward. They stood side by side and spoke one after another, uttering words without any emotion.

"Welcome, Magnus."

"Welcome, son of the evil god."

"I have been waiting here for a thousand years."

“I wait for the catastrophe, I wait for the end, I wait for the reckoning, I wait for the sunset, I wait for the judgment that will surely come.”

"As for our name, you can call us..."

"Sitan."

Magnus did not continue to listen, and Sitan obviously had no interest in speaking at length.

The moment they introduced each other's names, two spiritual powers like gods collided out of thin air.

As if the trumpet of war was sounded, as Magnus and Sitan started fighting, the Atava team, which had been controlled for a long time, also took up arms and attacked Forsis and Morgan.

"Protect it!"

Forsyth took out a book from his arms and put it into Morgan's hand. Then, the elite of the Falcon School bent down slightly, and saw his hands stretched forward, and then stood up, with his fingers spread. Opening it, in an instant, an invisible psychic barrier was erected in front of the two of them, deflecting the heavy rain of bullets and the psychic impact from Magnus.

Morgan held the beautifully packaged book in one hand and waved an invisible offensive with the other hand, aiming directly at the weakest person in her investigation.

"Impact!"

The curse words in his mouth shot out of Forsyth's barrier, and then amplified a hundred times in an instant, forming the most destructive sound wave, which instantly penetrated the Thousand Sons' bare, unhelmeted head.

"boom!"

The Qianzi who was hit flew out instantly. He smashed into a broken iron wall, and the sharp rotten metal scratched blood marks on his exposed skin. The poor man who was manipulated still struggled to stand up, but The rotten wall he hit could no longer hold up. A large pile of broken steel and cables fell one after another with a crackling sound of collapse, completely burying him underneath.

"Don't kill me!"

Forsyth subconsciously scolded, but he was quickly attracted by Morgan's attack method.

"Telekinesis system? Aren't you a psychic system?"

[This is the prophecy department. I have a hunch that the walls there are the most decayed. I just know a little bit about it. 】

"Whatever you say..."

Hathor's sword and Atava's bullets were like the most violent storm. Under the continuous offensive, Forsis didn't ask too many questions.

These controlled Thousand Sons warriors showed the same characteristics as those of the Red Dragon Legion: madness, silence, and fearlessness of death. However, they also lost the most powerful Thousand Sons' unity and use of spiritual energy. Against such an opponent who can only rely on brute force and fighting instinct, it is not difficult to defeat more with less.

Morgan repeated her old tricks and quickly knocked down another Thousand Sons warrior. Then, she used countless pieces of scrap iron, glass, even decorative stones and dust on the ground to completely bury Attava in the deepest place. under.

At the same time, Forsis put away his defensive stance. He withstood the most violent psychic storm and used sword skills to knock down Hathor, who was shouting and fighting.

"I admit, he is a lot weaker than usual."

Fussy wiped his sweat and muttered to himself.

[Is it difficult for a controlled person like this to unleash his true power? 】

"No, not exactly."

Fussy shook his head subconsciously.

"We have encountered many controlled opponents before. Some of them were completely controlled and turned into brainless combat puppets. However, the most difficult ones to deal with are those who are not completely controlled or hypnotized. They He still maintains full combat effectiveness and combat intelligence, but his heart has been unnoticeably distorted."

Forsyth spoke simply, but did not see the purple light in Morgan's eyes behind him.

But now is not the time to talk about this topic in depth. Right in front of them, the two most powerful psychic entities are confronting each other. The jet black that represents Sitan and the red that symbolizes Magnus are like two tornadoes. Fighting together, the entire giant ship was crushed into powder bit by bit in their anger.

But currently, it seems that Magnus' crimson color has been suppressed a lot.

Morgan and Forsyth looked at each other.

Then, the two men's hands began to squirm invisibly, and they went around to Xitan's back and launched a desperate backstab.

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Si Tan is... dead after all?

Even if it is an unimaginably terrifying monster, even if its will can influence and control millions of people, everything about this monster is still too fragile in the face of a Primarch who really starts to take it seriously.

After all, how could there be a monster more terrifying than the Primarch?

With the addition of two assistants, Magnus was temporarily freed from Sitan's manic power full of madness and hatred. As he adjusted his rhythm and breath, the Primarch was like killing a beast. The earth strangled this terrible existence.

But despite this, Sitan was not completely dead, and its breath began to become hollow and quiet. It opened its mouth and began to tell an ancient story.

It tells how the terrified people on this ship [Sitan] killed all their former compatriots who had awakened their spiritual powers, and the will of those dead people finally formed this monster named Sitan.

The people finally discovered the monster, and they were forced to land on the Dawn Star. They fled in panic from the ship that had suffered a terrible tragedy, and never even dared to come back to investigate.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening, later-built ships like the Steadfast Light were added with anti-psionic elements as much as possible, which was why it was so difficult for Magnus to lift.

But even so, Sitan was not sealed as the Dawn Star people hoped. Its will eventually escaped and spread in the world for thousands of years. It searched for each person involved and his descendants, and controlled The seeds are planted in their hearts.

"In other words, countless people in Dawn Star have been controlled by you without knowing it?"

Magnus frowned. Now, he finally fully understood why the [Sons of Sitan] cult would resurrect repeatedly, and why men, women, and children would become their fanatical followers without control.

Because [Sitan] is in their hearts.

But the situation was more dire than the Primarch imagined.

Faced with Magnus's question, Sitan laughed, the craziest and most joyful laugh.

"Countless? Are you talking down to me? Magnus!"

"I have wandered for thousands of years, I have hated for thousands of years, I have taken root in this damn world called Dawn Star for thousands of years, I have no ambition to build an empire, nor do I have any delusions of becoming a god, I don't even want to leave This world is called Dawn Star, but I haven’t learned anything.”

"All! I mean, all!"

"Every Dawn Star person, whether dead or alive, loyal, traitorous, poor or rich, I have taken root in all of them!"

"All Dawnstars, all their descendants! All deserve to die!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Choose! You wretch!"

"Either save them and leave their miserable lives behind. I promise you, I will keep an eye on each of them, and I will let them destroy your miserable [Empire] at the most appropriate time!"

"Or...kill them! Leave no one behind!"

“Leave no one behind!!!”

Sitan's scream disappeared into Magnus's hands. He grabbed the soul tightly, then took the book from Morgan's hand and put it in.

[The Book of Magnus. 】

At this time, Morgan finally saw the true face of the book.

The Primarch just remained silent.

He was silent for a long time.

"……Why……"

Finally, Magnus sighed.

"Let's go back."

He awakened each of his sons.

"Back to Kalena...back to the fleet..."

"Now, I think I have something I need to convince my brother about."