Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

War, or rather, massacre.

The massacre of Ran Dan by humans.

The slaughter of the losers by the victors.

It lasted for a period of time, a long period of time, and also shed countless blood: almost every Ran Dan's battleship required real fighting to capture and destroy, and that outbreak occurred between the two empires. The war between the Imperial Guards can be regarded as an extremely brutal strangulation battle across the galaxy.

Ran Dan's warriors proved to everyone with facts that any race that can compete for galactic hegemony will not be a rabble that only relies on looking up to its own heroes. When any emperor rises, there will always be those behind him. There will be a legion worthy of him, an empire worthy of him, and a race worthy of him.

Courage, tenacity, perseverance, determination, even in desperate situations, the noble consciousness of firing the last shot that symbolizes unyielding will towards the unstoppable opponent and destiny, Ran Dan has never lacked these.

And it was with such noble spirit and perseverance that they were slaughtered to death by the human army without leaving any trace.

No matter fate, the Milky Way, or the gods in the clouds that are gradually dispersing, they will not shed even a drop of tears for their enlightenment and nobility, because the only great person who will shed tears for them has already Completely dead.

At this moment, the Randan Empire, which once dominated all directions, is no different from the slave races that once fell at their feet.

In this galaxy, there are really too many excellent races, and they have the talents and qualifications to pursue their destiny and future: but there is only one winner's throne. If one side survives, the other side will fall.

Only this time, what fell was the once ambitious Alien Empire, and in order to kill it, the Lord of Terra's fleet also spent a lot of effort.

Even with the deployment of a huge army including two Primarchs and several Mechanical Arks, it still took the Human Empire several full Terran Standard Days to completely annihilate the alien army, leaving each ship in a frenzy. All the alien battleships that refused to retreat despite the shouts were sunk. The Luna Wolf Legion gained the greatest glory in this battle. The head of Overlord Randan, which was beheaded by Horus himself, was enough to pile up a tower. Spectacular hill.

But the most difficult victory undoubtedly belongs to the Golden Guards of the Human Empire. Over the nameless world where the alien emperor fell, Waldo led his brothers and sisters who were accustomed to silence in an uninterrupted confrontation. In the massacre, all the alien elites named [Ran Dan Forbidden Army] were wiped out. This was a terrible war that will never be sung:

The Custodes and Sisters of Silence suffered more than half of their casualties in those blasphemous alien warships, and the 40,000 personal guards and 500 best Overlords of the Alien Emperor were slaughtered: these aliens knew how to unite and fight better than the Emperor's proud Golden Warriors. The significance and value of it, not to mention that those blasphemous maze engines are their familiar home ground, which is also the main reason why this battle is so tragic.

At least a thousand Custodes and Sisters of Silence slept in the twisted alien battleships. Their bodies received the best burial, while their tangible, or perhaps non-existent, ethereal souls were in the increasingly calm sea of ​​souls. Wandering slowly, and at the end, quietly resting under the endless light of the cold sun.

That's their reward.

The only reward.

This is enough.

They are peaceful.

At the very least, when Morgan observed them from a distance, she did feel a kind of tranquility and tranquility from their aura that she could envy.

The Spider Queen's third eye trembled because of this scene.

Um……

think carefully.

She wasn't envious.

——————

She is not envious.

Morgan thought so.

Then, as stealthily as possible, she extended her invisible cat's paw towards the battleship that was filled with the delicious souls of the alien forbidden army, quietly grabbed a large lump, formed it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

tasty……

Even compared to the few collections she has left, these powerful souls known as the Ran Dan Forbidden Army are extremely sweet. They even have a spicy taste, which may be brought by the most perseverant spirit. Season.

Unfortunately, the quantity is too small.

Although Morgan believed that her appetite was as small as those hummingbirds among the lush greenery, the souls of the mere 40,000 Randan Imperial Army were indeed unable to satisfy her current appetite.

With no other choice, she could only extend her cat's claws to the souls of the alien warriors, which were quite different in taste, but simply plentiful and full: although these offal tasted a little tasteless, but Most of those who have made it this far are the most essential part of the Alien Empire. Although they are not very delicious, they do have [nutrition].

In this way, Morgan happily enjoyed her dinner while watching with interest how the empire's fleet defeated the alien army step by step: she focused on observing the performance of Horus and Mortarion in the battle. He even had a profound first impression of the human forbidden army on another battlefield.

At this moment, the Spider Queen of the Second Legion was in an extremely rare and comfortable state: the mortal nurses and the medical staff of the First Legion had been taken away by Coswayne himself, and now, Morgan had the exclusive Standing in a gorgeous lounge, he put his feet up on the soft back of [Warmaster], watching the immersive bloody space opera, while squeezing the cheeks of his soul body into bulges.

She still had a headache, and felt the fatigue and weakness that was inevitable after a certain kind of intense exertion, which even made her too lazy to spend energy to maintain her body, maintaining a body that looked a little too immature: if someone entered this room, He may wonder why a child can be so noble.

She was resting: of course she had the right to rest. Even if the Caliban lion came to find her, she could justifiably grab the fruit plate next to her and smash him out.

Who calls this the [Unyielding Truth], the flagship of the First Legion? Here, Morgan deserves to have some willful surplus: even her heirs will get a lot of light from it.

Hector's team was guarding outside her room, preventing anyone from approaching the Gene Mother's room. In the room at the other end of the corridor, Jonson and Vulcan's injuries had almost healed themselves. He just hasn't woken up yet.

Everything went so smoothly, and Morgan even felt a hint of happiness: her thoughts seemed to be becoming active, which was something Morgan herself didn't feel.

But unfortunately, this happiness only lasted until Morgan's third eye glanced at that big pile of the most delicious souls.

The huge soul belonging to the alien emperor that is located in the desolate world and exudes a wonderful poisonous atmosphere...

Ah...want to eat...

…

……No

No, no, no.

She doesn't want to eat.

She didn't want to eat it at all.

The Spider Queen patted her face and forced her gaze to move elsewhere. However, this did not prevent the fact that the delicious soul existed there: she could even ask about its taste and hear the lingering sound. A shrill roar beside it.

Hundreds of billions of the most miserable and crazy death cries, what a great piece of music it would be to accompany the meal. She even thought of a dish about crying and soul that she had seen on the Eldar Empire's menu. Dishes…

No, don't think about it.

Morgan squinted his eyes and quietly glanced at the cold sun above the Emperor's Dream.

For some reason, the Lord of Mankind did not join the ensuing battle. He returned to his ship and allowed his heirs and subordinates to gain honor in the massacre.

In the Sea of ​​Souls, Morgan could see that there seemed to be some cracks in the boundless spiritual light of her genetic father. This may be the reason why he was absent from the battle.

But this did not prevent her from swallowing her saliva quietly and focusing her attention on the safer and drier alien souls again.

After all, she could see that although the Lord of Humanity had moved away from the world where Emperor Randan had fallen, his light still shone on the huge soul of the Alien Emperor, as if he was doing some follow-up work. .

She didn't dare to get close.

Skipping those snow-white human souls, Morgan grabbed a handful of countless screaming and roaring alien souls, kneaded tens of thousands of souls into delicious balls, and fell into wanton eating. Use a false sense of satisfaction to cover up your grief and indignation.

Um……

She's not angry, she doesn't feel sorry, and she doesn't care: it's just the soul of a more powerful alien, and she spent all her savings trying to eat it, but so far she's gotten nothing...

She wasn't angry at all.

The alien soul, enough to fill an entire legion, was stuffed into his mouth by Morgan wantonly. The Spider Queen's cheeks even bulged, and the joy of the previous moment was gone.

At this moment, Morgan was like the most depressed groundhog, munching in a corner where no one was paying attention, turning his anger and resentment into a somewhat too loud chewing sound.

Then……

Then she discovered that the cold sun seemed to be rotating as she ate.

It cast an emotionless glance at Morgan's position.

…

…

…

Morgan:(X*)

Morgan blinked.

Blinked again.

For a moment, she even thought she was delusional: maybe it was just an unfortunate coincidence? Or maybe, he was just looking at Jonson and Vulcan?

As she thought this, an emotion called panic, along with the fear of being crushed by absolute power and terrifying memories, surged in Morgan's heart.

Under this fear, Morgan, who was still eating wantonly, now can only...

Cover your mouth, feel uneasy, and then...

He ate more quickly.

A light called fear flowed in Morgan's blue pupils, and under this light, the Lord of the Second Legion bulged his cheeks and covered his mouth, like a panicked native. Like a dog, it chewed the food in its mouth faster and faster.

This reassured her.

…

after all……

Her way of releasing fear and stress seems to be by eating...

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When Morgan thought he was continuing his eating activities secretly and carefully, the Lord of Humanity just sat quietly on his throne, a golden phantom flashed gently in his pupils, and then The scene of the Sea of ​​Souls is seen in the physical universe.

Then, he saw the roaring souls of countless aliens turning into a surging torrent, whizzing past him and disappearing into a carefully covered corner on the Indomitable Truth.

…

(_)

The Lord of Humanity glanced at her casually and showed no further concern: now is not the time for him to claim his only daughter. She still needs to do one more thing to receive the gift he prepared.

In his heart, the Emperor recognized Malcador's advice to a certain extent: he might indeed need to spend some of his energy on Morgan, even if it was just the most perfunctory act.

Because the Lord of Humanity prepared three gifts for his only daughter.

One of them was defective and could hardly be called a gift.

One portion is a semi-finished product.

And the last one...

It is also a semi-finished product.

…

It doesn't matter, she will understand the meaning behind these gifts. After all, both Zhuangson and Horus have high opinions of her.

The Wolf God even put forward his own suggestions enthusiastically: the Lord of the Luna Wolf longed to be the figure who taught his sisters, and he swore that he would do the best.

The Emperor did not dispute this opinion; Horus was worthy of trust.

From the time the situation of the Eleventh Legion was placed in front of the Emperor, Morgan's name appeared in the vast preparatory plans of the Lord of Humanity. From then on, everything she encountered would be shrouded in a layer of gold. phantom.

She would be given some indulgence: for the future plans of the Lord of Mankind.

For his purpose, the Lord of Mankind never minds making some actions that may seem unreasonable to ordinary people. After all, no one can truly understand and know every ravine and every thought in the Emperor's heart, not even Malcador. Can't do that either.

This is not a question of trust, but he simply doesn't want his last friend to bear more.

The gaze that stayed on Morgan might not even last for a second before he had to withdraw it for some reason: whether it was the follow-up treatment of the Alien Emperor or the constant concern for the [thing] taken out from the Mars dungeon in his palm. Suppression consumes the emperor's power.

(In the information provided by gw, the Emperor did open the dungeon of Mars in order to end the Second Randan War, but it was never stated that he actually released the Void Dragon Fragments)

What's more, the backlash caused by the silver-white light in his palm was more terrifying than that of the alien emperor. The Lord of Humanity really felt a trace of pain, but despite this, he must hold on tightly at all times. It: He didn't trust this power to be placed anywhere except Mars' dungeon, his palm, and the temporary cage summoned by Malcador.

Because of this, he did not participate in more battles, nor did he meet his descendants immediately: he knew that even in the face of his descendants, he must maintain an invincible posture.

He couldn't have a single scratch.

As for Morgan, his daughter…

The Lord of Mankind narrowed his eyes. Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could still feel the Second Primarch's deep-rooted greed for alien souls.

This is not a good thing.

But it's not such an important or bad thing.

Morgan has never touched the bottom line of the Lord of Mankind. Although the things she does are a little dark, they are not intolerable: even compared to some of her brothers, she is really the one who makes people feel at ease.

The Emperor was used to strange ailments appearing in his children, or his children's children, although those involved tried their best to hide them.

For example, his perfect winged son was worried about his offspring's poor eating habits and tried every means to cover it up: but before Sanguinius returned, many ghouls were already unscrupulously roaming around. Devouring human flesh and blood in front of friendly forces and mortals, this is not even a secret that needs to be explored specifically.

How could the emperor not know.

As for Sanguinius' claim to have healed his offspring.

yes.

Since the Phoenician Phoenix led his descendants to defeat the blight, and since the crimson Magnus took only a moment to completely eradicate the flesh and blood mutation, then the archangel from Baal, with his children They have completely overcome the obstacles in their genes. Isn’t it a very reasonable thing?

Maybe it's really reasonable, but this is no longer something that the Lord of Humanity will worry about: he has too many things to worry about. Since his descendants are so reassuring, he can just believe in their power. .

Think of the others: Jonson, who has no desire for honors and titles, Perturabo, who has sworn to bear all the burdens, Ferus, the cool-headed one, and above them all, the most embarrassing one. His proud boy.

Horus, his Horus, his faun, his Sagittarius.

He will inherit his blade, and he will never wear the weary armor again, and he will protect his empire and his people, and Holy Terra: no one can harm it. them.

The Lord of Humanity slowly raised the corners of his lips. When he thought of these loyal heirs again, his eyes once again glanced at his daughter.

Jonson and Horus recognized her strength and attitude, convinced that she was a reassuring collaborator and Primarch.

And the sharp sword and protector he left in her mind also faithfully reflected her situation: after the initial temptation, she no longer extended her claws to pure and innocent humans. .

As for the reputation of the Soul Drinker spread on the Ran Dan frontline, you can know a lot without any special investigation. Her achievements are even second to those primarchs who already have their own legions and fight in all directions. .

The Emperor closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he could look forward to her abilities and loyalty, and figure out how to best use her power.

It is said that during the exploration of the northeastern border of the Galaxy, many vanguard troops have sent back a message: a legend about a judge who rules the world with powerful power and kills all evil and darkness.

Maybe, he could plan it.

…but now is not the time.

The silver-white dragon neighed restlessly in his palm, causing the human master to frown once again.

He suppressed it, again.

Then he called to Horus.

[My child, my Horus. 】

he said.

[I will send you a coordinate, the coordinate of a galaxy. 】

[Take your sisters and your legion and go to that coordinate. There will be some things there that you need to solve. 】

【I'll be there soon. 】

"I understand, Father."

Thousands of miles away, Horus agreed to his father's order, but soon he hesitated to ask a question.

"Do I need to wake up Zhuangson? Father?"

"After all, I fear Morgan might be more used to operating with the Dark Angels."

[She must learn to be independent, and Zhuangson has fought for long enough. Now is not the time to ask him to fight again. 】

"I understand, Father."

The Wolf Shepherd's voice became more cheerful.

"Leave it to me, I won't let you down."