Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

According to legend, the master of the human empire possesses countless powerful weapons. In his private arsenal, there are as many terrifying magical weapons that can destroy kingdoms and planets as there are stars in the sky.

At certain moments, the Lord of Mankind will also select suitable beings from these most powerful weapons and give them to outstanding people who can harness their power and gain his trust: the latter is often several times more difficult than the former. times.

Over the course of countless years, such gifts may have occurred many times, and countless heroes, including the Lord of Death Whispers of the 14th Legion Astartes, have had such honors, but among them, the one truly known to the world However, there are very few who sing about it, and among these few examples, the most famous ones are the two spears of the gods.

The Spear of the Sun is always held tightly by the leader of the Forbidden Army: Waldo, in that unshakable palm. This powerful weapon that shows off its power in the name of the Sun God allows the Chief Imperial Guard to see every person he kills. Memories in the mind of an opponent: Whether it is humiliation, pain, or beauty, all the sinful emotions in the world are accompanied by killing, washing Waldo's spirit over and over again, making him become the purest, capable person. While breathing, wielding a blade only for the Emperor, it does not truly lose all of its humanity.

Another powerful weapon that is independent of the Spear of Apollo but complements it is the Spear of Dionysus. It is the most powerful and hated weapon of Leman Russ, the King of Fenris and the Space Wolves. , will only be used on the most urgent battlefields when absolutely necessary.

And this magic weapon also has its own powerful power: whenever the drunken Wolf Lord tears apart his silly facade and reveals his cruel and cunning fangs, he is accompanied by the weapon that is absolutely impossible to miss. Ferocious hunting, every opponent and king injured by the Spear of Dionysus, no matter how powerful, ruthless, or depraved he is, he will involuntarily fall into the pain of memory and sobriety, facing The most vulnerable part of yourself returns to your original self.

In many cases, this is even a more terrifying punishment than death, and the weapon in Leman Russ's hand that inherits the name of Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient mythology, contains the power of the Lord of Humanity himself. The power allows such a terrible punishment to befall every injured opponent, no matter how powerful he is.

No matter how decisive it is.

Even a god, a weak god who walks in the mortal world and has not yet awakened himself, absolutely cannot escape.

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When Skanderbeg took the first batch of airdrop pods and crashed into this steel world that was already wrapped in blood and death, it felt a long-lost emotion, a feeling that had not been in it for at least five hundred years. Emotions that have arisen in the huge heart of.

No, calm down.

Find the lord.

It's not over yet.

As long as the Emperor is still there...the Empire will never come to an end.

keep Calm!

In this way, it ordered and urged itself. On its ferocious head, which was not protected by the helmet, a pair of pupils mixed with pitch black and scarlet swept across the ruins of a desolate battlefield at the fastest speed. In one breath, he found the location of his master.

Without any hesitation, Skanderbeg turned into a black lightning and came behind his master, and behind it, more and more forces were coming.

That figure, the figure that it had sworn to follow and be loyal to until the end of time hundreds of years ago, was standing there.

When Skanderbeg walked behind the emperor of its race, he felt a trace of ancient memories: a thousand years ago, it stood on the tallest mountain of its mother planet in this posture, Listening to the emperor's oath, he also made his own oath.

That was a long time ago, but despite this, in the hundreds of years of loyalty and killing, it has never repeated this oath.

A true vow only needs to be said solemnly once, and that's enough.

"Lord."

It lowered its head and called respectfully.

In front of it, its master, the emperor of Ran Dan, did not respond. It just looked indifferently at the [Engine of Destiny] that could no longer be restored, and indifferently watched at the endless stream of painful souls pouring out of it. They are trapped in a cage, and because of the almost inextricable pulling power of this terrible machine, they cannot escape very far: they cannot escape, but they cannot put it into use.

Souls, those souls, those souls born and corrupted in endless pain and distortion, they are in groups, they are unstoppable, their numbers bring absolute power, and they can easily crush any arrogant king. and the kingdom.

Even the most greedy, despicable and vicious Spider Queen would not dare to rashly take her mouth on this hot tonic before making all preparations, because such a huge power can certainly make her powerful. He was strong enough to face any blood relative, but he also had the possibility of tearing her apart completely.

But now, facing another powerful existence, facing Ran Dan's emperor, they can't do anything: they suffer, they roar, and they use the hoarse roar of their souls to send out endless vicious curses and curses. , they broke out of the cage visible to the naked eye but were trapped in a new cage. They rushed towards the alien king in rage, but hesitated in front of its power and momentum.

The emperor of the aliens didn't even bother to give them a look. He just watched silently as his hopes and hard work turned into a broken body. He looked at it and didn't speak for a long time.

Skanderbeg lowered his head, waiting for the master's orders and words for a long, long time.

Until it heard that old sigh.

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【We failed. 】

[Scanderbeg, we failed. 】

[The provocation to the gods is just a struggle that seeks death, and the pursuit of fate is just a comedy that has been predetermined. There are thousands of golden thrones, dilapidated, telling the fate of every challenger. 】

[But even so, even so ridiculous and sad, but the possibility of launching a challenge alone is the most precious wealth in the void. Millions of races, empires and civilizations have to fight to the death to compete for one. A priceless treasure. 】

[Every era, every cycle of rise and fall, is destined to have only one winner. He will get everything, he will control the galaxy, and he will have the qualifications and qualifications to challenge and gamble against the existences in the deepest void. Possibility, die with solemn promises and beautiful expectations for your own race. 】

[This is our mission, the only purpose for which we were born. 】

[But now, I failed. 】

[Skanderbeg. 】

[I failed to win the right to challenge this for my people. We fell in the first round of this cruel game. We lost all possibilities for the future: we once had them, even though they were Small. 】

[But now, no more. 】

[I only saw darkness. 】

——————

The Alien Emperor's words were old, like the most ordinary old man, using the most trembling voice to tell something that made him regret the most.

And hearing this, Skanderbeg: the leader of the most powerful military force in the Randan Empire, a legend of being undefeated for a thousand years, and the most trusted blade of the Emperor of Randan, finally raised his head.

The Emperor, its lord, is so tall and beautiful. Even the most superb artists the Randan Empire can find cannot carve even one ten thousandth of its majestic face.

In Skanderbeg's memory, everything should be like this: but all it saw was a withered figure, the most ordinary little thing, even Randan's humblest slave, who was taller than it. A taller and stronger being: this is Ran Dan's emperor.

Every Randan warrior knows that when they look at their emperor, they will only see the greatest warrior, the greatest commander, the most heroic god: they will only see the most perfect image in their hearts, The collection of all truth and correctness in the world.

But that's just an illusion.

Skanderbeg knew, and only Skanderbeg knew, that its master was this stooped figure in its eyes: it had once been tall, it had been majestic, it had once been more heroic and heroic than all the most boastful warriors combined.

Until that day, it made its own choice, and it carried the empire, civilization, and race.

The blood that was once boiling has turned into a vast fleet, and the once heroic aura has turned into an army that is fighting to the death. The hair and face have decayed, dripping on the ground, pouring out countless flying flags, and dividing the territory of the empire. Inserting half of the galaxy.

This is its master.

The Emperor of Randan.

Skanderbeg raised his head.

It looked at its master, its only master, and spoke, forcing its trembling lips to make a sound.

"But...but, my lord."

"This is impossible."

"You are still here, you are still leading us and the empire, so we cannot lose victory and hope."

"We have more legions! We have more fleets! We have hundreds of millions of warriors and tens of billions of subjects. Each of them will die for you and will always follow your footsteps until time The end of it!”

"You have not fallen! My lord! Then the empire has not fallen!"

"You are the Empire!"

【……】

And the only answer to it was silence.

[I have never been an empire, Skanderbeg, my dearest friend. 】

[I cannot represent the empire, I cannot represent my people, I cannot represent even the most ordinary Randan people. All I have done is appear in front of them and make promises to them, promises about the sea of ​​stars and the future. 】

[They believed in me, they chose me, and our cause will stand proudly in countless worlds, establishing this great but bloody country. 】

[But this does not mean that I can represent anyone. Yes, my order can make every soldier leave his family, make every piece of steel be cast into a battleship, and make every child and bloodline receive relevant education from an early age and become a The most ruthless and fanatical killer. 】

[But, that’s all. 】

【This is my mission. 】

【my responsibility. 】

【my choice. 】

【My promise. 】

[Only not, my power. 】

[I don’t have such power, no one can have such power: If anyone can do this, it can only mean that my dreams and plans have completely failed and become worthless garbage. 】

Ran Dan's emperor looked at his most trusted subordinates. After a long time, he slowly turned his head. Above their heads, the war was still continuing: the human fleet had forced Ran Dan's army away from the tower. The X-5 star allowed them to massacre the Ran Dan landing troops left on the surface. However, despite this, the alien army stagnant in the void was still an invincible number, one that was enough to make Zhuang Sen have to think about evacuation. Question numbers.

But now, at this moment, they have nothing to do with Emperor Ran Dan.

It just looked at the [Destiny Engine] that had no possibility, and spoke in a muttering tone.

[This is Ran Dan’s empire. 】

【Not the emperor's empire. 】

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[They believe in me, Skanderbeg, they choose to believe in me, and have done so for a thousand years, supporting my decisions, all my decisions: whatever they may be. 】

It walked up and slapped the outer shell of this creation heavily.

[Even if it's gambling. 】

[It is the craziest gambling. 】

[It’s a gamble for survival. 】

——————

[I deceived everyone, Skanderbeg. 】

[From the moment this war fell into a tug of war, we lost the possibility of victory, and we were destined to lose. 】

[What I am doing is just a crazy gamble. I am betting that this transaction with subspace existence, countless massacres and resentments, can be exchanged for a truly powerful war weapon, which can protect us from breaking through our opponents. Despite the layers of obstacles, I rushed to that place. 】

[That Holy Terra. 】

It closed its eyes and said nothing for a long time.

——————

[It's over, Skanderbeg. 】

[That human being, that cold-blooded creature named Mengele, he was right. 】

[Give an order to disband all subsequent fleets and let those forcibly recruited fleets leave the battle sequence. 】

[Tell them. 】

[Scatter and run for your lives. 】

[Escape, escape at all costs, even if it means escaping back to our home planet, don't stop for a moment. Escape, escape to the darkest edge of the galaxy, escape human pursuit and endless revenge. 】

【Then……】

【Live. 】

【Stay alive in this most terrible era ruled by the most terrible race. 】

The alien emperor gave his orders word for word, and for the rare, or perhaps the only time, Skanderbeg raised his head.

"My Lord, this..."

【Go and execute. 】

[For my promises, my lies and my gambles, they have drained their blood and tears and given everything and their hopes. 】

【I failed. 】

[I dragged them down. 】

[I cannot, will not, and am not qualified to ask them to do more. 】

[I said, from the beginning, I did not have this power. 】

——————

The silence lasted for a long time, like the short and long echo before death.

"Is there really... no way out, my lord? Even your wisdom can't think of any way?"

[This was originally the last resort, Skanderbeg. 】

The Alien Emperor caressed the increasingly broken [Engine of Destiny] and muttered to himself.

[Compared to humans, we are still too weak. 】

[Yes, my friend, I do have another solution. 】

[These souls have not dissipated yet. They still have great power. As long as we can trap them and let them attach themselves to a new container, we still have the possibility to continue this expedition. 】

[Until Holy Terra. 】

[Or the entire army is annihilated. 】

The light of hope flickered in Skanderbeg's pupils for only a moment before it suddenly turned into something called shock and despair.

It thought of something.

"My lord... you..."

【Yes, my friend. 】

The alien emperor turned his head and showed a smile to his partner, a smile that no one could refuse.

[We only have one choice, right? 】

[This is... the last thing I can do for my race. 】

Skanderbeg wanted to wail, to pounce to stop it, to do anything: but it could do nothing.

It could only watch, watch its master, its emperor, everything about it, step firmly towards the most terrifying cage, torture, torture, and despair in the entire galaxy.

Emperor.

Without any hesitation.

It came there, and then, when it walked in, countless souls rushed over at this moment and drowned it.

Flooded everything.

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[In this galaxy, there are as many sufferings, responsibilities and sacrifices as there are stars. 】

[Every race, when it desires to survive and grow among the stars, and fulfill its ambitions and greed, will face these difficulties, one after another. 】

【To experience, to suffer, to overcome. 】

[I am your emperor, I am the one who led you and chose this path and these sufferings. 】

[I am a careerist. 】

【I am a dreamer. 】

【I am the guilty one. 】

【I am arrogant. 】

【I accomplished nothing. 】

[And now, my friend, this is the only thing I can do. 】

[When we face suffering, when we have to make sacrifices, when we must elect a pathetic figure to turn all hopes, all despair, all responsibilities, and all futures into an eternal A time when there is a prison that no one can break out of, a time when the shackles can never be removed. 】

[Someone has to take responsibility for all this. 】

[And I, I will use the power you gave me, my only power, to guarantee one thing. 】

【that person. 】

【It can only be me. 】