Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

While Morgan quietly watched the giant metal dragon leaping across the sea of ​​souls, the alien army had torn through the last curtain between subspace and the real universe and arrived at this unknown battlefield.

They appeared in a blood-red light. Compared with the boundlessness in the Tuckers Galaxy, they had shrunk a lot, but they were still an invincible army.

The vast army of the alien empire occupied a small half of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, confronting the equally boundless human fleet at a distance of stars and planets.

Death and silence seemed to be the only theme at this moment. Whether they were the warriors of the human empire or the elites of the alien empire, they all witnessed the dazzling existence in the opponent's battle array in a quiet air: their light even surpassed After the dim sun, it shines brightly in the farthest distance.

In the human fleet, surrounded by countless battleships, Queen of Glory and Mechanical Ark, a distant light slowly rose from the [Emperor's Dream], like a beacon in the darkest place, causing There were waves of cheers like waves.

And in the vast ocean that only psychics can see, it is not light at all, but the coldest sun. A giant metal dragon surrounds it, roaring from time to time representing anger and fear: no matter what No matter how the giant dragon struggled and bitten, it was still tightly held in the palm of the sun.

At this moment, in the third eye of some people, in this nameless galaxy, there are two suns.

No.

It's three.

When the alien emperor also appeared on the battlefield, the cheers from the alien fleet also echoed in every corridor and every legion, and they could not stop for a long time.

The light of the Alien Emperor is even more dazzling than that of the Lord of Mankind: it is not a gentle [cold], but pure burning, pure madness, pure self-death.

But no one can see that what ordinary people can see are only two rounds of equally powerful light, which suppress the original round of sunlight in this galaxy. They are golden and scarlet, and they are also inexhaustible. victorious.

They faced each other and were silent. Like the real sun, they rose slowly in the eyes of thousands of fervently loyal people and warriors. Their footsteps broke through the obstacles of gravity and the universe, and came to the boundless world. Among the stars and the void, we arrived at the nameless world in the center of this nameless galaxy.

In the deepest part of the subspace that no one can see, even the warmest and most reckless applause has ceased. Countless unborn people are accompanied by the majesty of the four great powers, accompanied by countless people who are second only to those powerful The presence of existence maintains the quietness and silence that only exists in their short lives: quietly watching this rare drama, silently waiting for the outcome that is already self-evident.

Under Valdor's silent gaze, under Skanderbeg's uneasy gnashing of teeth, under the unison murmurings of countless mechanical bishops and Randan wizards, under the tight tension between Horus and Mortarion. Among the frowns.

In Morgan's silent eyes, which were so deep that there was no trace of light.

Two kings, two wills, slaves of two races, emperors of two empires.

Under the spotlight, in a corner where no one can see.

Went opposite each other.

This is the beginning.

It's also the end.

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When it finally stepped on this land, it felt a rare kind of tranquility, a tranquility that was almost luxurious, almost like death.

The whispers of the gods have completely disappeared, as if they no longer have any interest in him, but he can feel their sight: they have not left, they are just quiet, letting their smiles stay there. On the ferocious face.

It took steps and moved forward. It could feel those souls driven mad by pain and death torturing it at all costs, just like they had done before, leaving its body and reason to eternity. Among the blades wrapped in the endless cold wind.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

It walks and advances.

Soon, it successfully reached its destination, so simple.

It has not done these simple things for a long time, so long that even it has forgotten how long it has been.

It seems to have forgotten too much: it seems to have had some plans, it seems to want some real heirs, it seems to want to see its close friends who have left it, it seems to want to leave the palace and see the most ordinary Randan people. What kind of life do you live...

It seems that I don't want to think about anything, just so relaxed, comfortable and escaping, lying on a beach, just lying there, asking about the salty sea breeze.

It seemed that it had wanted to do that, but at some point, it had forgotten about it.

...that’s all.

that's not important.

It raised its head, and when its gaze passed over the shadows of the stars, it would think of Skanderbeg, its last friend.

It seems to be leading a fleet, leading a small fleet, staying in the orbit of this world. Among those fleets, there are only its Imperial Army, its pride.

It was a piece of sand, the most barren and savage low-lying area. It was directly exposed to the void without any oxygen or radiation protection. Under the illumination of the dimmest star, only those things could be barely seen. The eroded rocks cast what can be described as grotesque shadows.

He's right there waiting for it.

He was shining, he was burning, and he was releasing the cold light that made it narrow its pupils unconsciously, but it did not flinch further. It looked at him, at the emperor who had been fighting with it for a long time. .

The Emperor of Mankind.

The worker of impossible miracles.

It always wanted to meet him.

It kept wanting to say something to him.

It always wanted to ask how he did it: in the midst of death, he awakened a dead race.

It always wants to ask, what kind of world does he want: is it the same as it? Is it different? Is there any similarity or difference between it and the final fantasy in which the most ordinary Randan people choose their own leaders and decide their own destiny?

It wants to ask, it wants to say.

But when it really came to this moment, it found itself speechless.

What can it say?

It smiled and stepped forward.

too long.

too long.

too long.

…

Now, let this end.

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The Lord of Mankind is wearing the most noble and sacred armor. At this time, he is not holding the burning golden sword, but holding another silvery white light tightly.

He took it out of the dungeons of Mars and broke a promise, and from that moment on it has been trying to break free.

He held it tightly, letting his strength continue to repair the burned skin and flesh, and letting some scars appear in places where no one could see them.

When he did all this, he was shrouded in light, making it impossible for anyone to see his actions clearly. All he could hear were the praises of nobility and holiness.

Noble, sacred...

His most hated word.

Just like this armor.

From the moment he put on this armor and picked up his sword, he was always thinking about when he would be able to take them off.

He swore that once they were taken off, he would never have to put them on again.

It may have been difficult, but he soon remembered one of his children: his Horus, his faun, his Sagittarius.

With him here, this wouldn't be an empty fantasy.

He thought so, so convinced.

Then he raised his head.

The alien has already walked in front of him.

At this time, it was already as tall as a nest, like an invincible dragon standing in front of an immature child, while the lord of mankind just raised his head and held the nameless weapon tightly.

He has faced stronger opponents, more desperate situations: countless.

Their endings are not any different.

He raised his head and looked at the other emperor, the ruler of Randan, the alien.

That corpse.

Under the light, he could even see its body without a trace of skin and flesh: because any skin and flesh had been completely swallowed up at the moment of birth, he saw those souls, those crowded, roaring souls, They were roaring at him, like mosquitoes surrounding a bright lamp on a summer night.

They are malice, they are resentment, they are demons without a master, they are countless ferocious faces, manipulated by the gods at endless distances in the snickers, turned into twisted magic mirrors one after another, facing him A future that reveals seriousness and falsehood.

He saw it.

He saw the flames of war burning in the Milky Way. From Holy Terra to Ultramar, every inch of land was struggling for survival in poisonous gas and desolation. The story of Arcadius and Honorius came to them. above his kingdom.

He saw the scarlet fire burning in the pupils of the careerists: they were Primarchs, Astartes, nobles, commoners, the noblest and the meanest, their anger burned together, Burnt down his empire.

He saw it, he saw the furious angel raising the sacred golden spear, piercing the dying man under the silver hair under the endless light, and his pupils leaked bloody tears, for himself Deeply grieved by disputes with blood relatives.

He saw it, he saw another crown, placed on the head of the unwilling Perfect Man. Three blood relatives with their own hidden agendas cheered his ascension to the throne. In sincerity and suspicion, they celebrated another crown. empire.

He saw it, he saw the bullet fired from the muzzle of the gun, one, killing a generation.

He saw it, he saw the light shining in three points, one ray, destroying a world.

He saw it.

He saw the snow-white bones.

Those are the bones of the Alien Emperor.

That is the pain of the Alien Emperor.

That is the eternity of the Alien Emperor.

It was screaming, it was in pain, and in endless distortion, regret and torture, it witnessed the most horrific atrocity: the end of its race.

It is trapped there, it is trapped in the screams of the gods, it is trapped in the magnificent palace, it is trapped in the ropes of struggle, responsibility, guilt and regret, it is trapped in its own past In the hope of...

It's stuck there.

Thousands of years, and tens of thousands of years.

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He looked at it.

Looking at the alien emperor.

Looking at himself.

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Then he raised his weapon.

He said only one word.

That's the beginning and the end.

It is judgment and mercy.

He said it.

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【die】

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The light shines brightly, leading to dark places.

The roar of the dragon begins under the dust.

Sentence, holiness, glory, death...

One moment is already ten thousand years.

When Waldo, who was staying in the orbit of this desolate world, slowly raised his head, he was able to see everything in front of him.

He saw that the gods were laughing. Their joy and boredom were so fickle. When the moment of joy dissipated with death, their figures disappeared into the sky and returned to that place. In eternal boredom and strife.

He saw that the world was collapsing. The bright light was like a thousand suns rising at the same time in the clear sky. The dazzling colors were like ten thousand golden leaves reflecting their own light at the same time under the scorching sun. The world is collapsing, because with that blow, countless stars are falling into the world.

It was the Emperor's blow.

Only one hit.

Everything returns to silence.

Along with countless cheers, countless wails, countless unquestionable hysterics, countless cheers that filled the sky, countless echoes in human and alien battleships, the completely opposite echoes from heaven and hell, from the pursuit of victory and the dispersion. The sound of escape.

Waldo raised his head, and he heard another voice, how weak, how sacred, and how unique.

He identified it carefully.

Finally, he heard clearly.

That was a voice that belonged to an alien, that was a voice that belonged to an emperor, that was a voice that belonged to eternity.

It was a sigh.

That's all.

As it slowly dissipates, there is no excitement, no miracles and struggles, everything is over: a declaration and promise about the galaxy, a war and competition about destiny, a dedication and dedication about eternity. fantasy.

Dissipated.

it's over.

Cease to exist.

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An Emperor is dead.

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Waldo lowered his head. He had no time to think more: Ran Dan's fleet seemed to feel something that could never be refuted at this moment. When their disbelief rose again with the golden light, It turned into complete madness and collapse.

However, not all Randan warriors are like this. At least, in the fleet that Waldo's fleet supervises and confronts, another kind of determination is burning.

Ran Dan forbidden army.

Waldo had heard of them, and he would not deny their power.

He spoke.

"Ready to fight."

"Target: Those aliens in orbit known as Randan's Imperial Army."

"The number of enemies...forty thousand."

"No limit to the means."

"Leave no one alive."