Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

fragments.

Fragments of soul.

A fragment of a Primarch's soul.

Even looking at the entire galaxy, this is a treasure that is enough to start plunder and war. It is enough to make dozens of galaxies swept by war. It is enough to make hundreds of generals and governors dead, or even more: a continuous fleet. , groups of aliens, or elite Astartes veterans who have been invincible for hundreds of years, like moths drawn to the flame, falling into unknown corners.

It has such boundless charm and value, because it is part of the original body of the gene, and it has the breath of those demigods walking in the world: even just a trace is enough to eclipse everything in the world.

It is enough to cause disaster, become a hero, or create a legend: it possesses such power and nobility that it can enjoy the worship of any individual or organization.

But now, this priceless treasure is just a fruit curled up in the spider queen's palm, exuding a delicious smell.

It's an apple, nothing more.

apple.

That's what Morgan wants.

In her palm, this flawless fruit exudes a silvery false light. It is almost transparent, allowing people to clearly see the juice and soul wrapped in it, which are as floating as bubbles. These nutritious and invisible things are The things wandering in the sea of ​​souls are like the joyful waves under the brilliant sunshine, reflecting a kind of mouth-watering beauty.

This fruit is not big, just as big as half a mortal's hand, but it contains enough power to make the Lord of the Second Legion satisfied and greedy: after all, a part of the soul of a powerful primarch is as little as he has left. His last bit of humanity, as well as some [useless] memories in his decades of life, were all easily usurped by Morgan, and they were condensed into this wonderful forbidden fruit.

Morgan grabbed the fruit, inspected it carefully, and then swallowed it without any further hesitation.

The sharp fangs pierced the invisible and weak shell, and the suction force from between the lips and teeth sucked away the juice in the first moment, tasting it with relish as a necessary pre-dinner etiquette for the next step of gluttony.

The most delicious soul in the universe slowly fell into Morgan's stomach along with her greed. The sweet spring water nourished the dry land that had been ravaged by the evil god, bringing enough to satisfy the most hungry souls. It is enough to satisfy thirsty greed temporarily, and it is enough to make even the most pessimistic heart feel hope for the future.

strength.

The power to make people happy.

The power to make people feel joy and joy.

The fragment named Heydrich had completely collapsed the moment he saw his body. This memory fragment based on self-deception had no resistance at all in the face of the bloody reality. This actually helped The Spider Queen is eating.

When Morgan nibbled on this delicious power, the last bit of guilt in her mind disappeared, because what was in her mouth was no longer her blood relative, but a miserable mess. Objects, casually abandoned in the shadows by their owners.

…

Maybe she was lying to herself too?

Never mind, who cares.

She doesn't care.

Morgan told herself this, and then felt the wonderful feeling of power permeating every fiber of her soul.

This made Morgan narrow her eyes and fell into a moment of enjoyment and comfort: as she continued to experience emotions, various new emotions took root and sprouted in her heart little by little, making the originally cold spider The Queen was finally able to experience a hint of the colorful world, and the rugged valley in her heart finally became smoother with a slope visible to the naked eye.

Whether it was anger, sadness, or heartfelt happiness that happened at this moment, Morgan was finally able to understand what they meant. She was finally able to have a vivid memory and understanding of these emotions, instead of treating them as Cold data, take it out when necessary and then put it back.

Of course, this is not enough, far from it.

There are too many feelings that she cannot understand and recognize, and there are too many emptiness, hunger, and confusion that are rampant in her heart and chest, and they surround those three gods that cannot be provoked. Next to him, Morgan is always reminded.

Maybe she looks very comfortable and chic now, maybe her appearance of being like a fish in water next to Zhuang Sen or Horus is indeed enviable: but this is only temporary enjoyment, just false power, her ordinary life is built on In the strange balance where those powerful beings have temporarily ceased to exist.

Her genetic father was busy with this great and patchwork expedition, and was busy building a ten thousand-year foundation in a hundred years. He would not have more time to devote to himself.

Correspondingly, those powerful evil gods were also lurking, silent, and waiting for the moment when the curtain officially rose: She could even guess that when her genetic father's career was at its peak, Just when it looks like everything is going right, that's when the worst gods take action.

After all, nothing would bring greater joy to these abominable creatures who have spent eternity in boredom than to shoot down the noonday sun.

The real war will officially start at that time. It will be a purgatory thousands of times more terrifying than the Great Crusade and the Randan War: At a certain moment in her life, Morgan clearly realized this. She knew that she The dream of her genetic father will encounter the most terrifying challenge and subversion in the entire galaxy, and her destiny will face a real choice at that moment.

It would be a cold winter, a war that could sweep across the entire galaxy and completely collapse all worlds and friendships.

Morgan saw it coming.

She was afraid of it, obsessed with it, and felt a kind of contradiction between fear and joy: it was her catastrophe, and it was also her only chance.

Only when the most terrifying beasts are facing each other can a lynx like her have the possibility to fill her belly.

But before that, she must become stronger, very powerful.

Become enough to survive the fighting of the giant beasts: She knows how difficult this task is, and she also knows that before those terrifying giant beasts bite each other, she and her blood relatives, those who seem to be the only one in the world , the unbeatable Primarch will be the only chess pieces in the hands of both sides.

This is the reality brought about by the absolute gap in strength. Morgan finally admitted this in the face of the facts he witnessed time and time again.

When she saw that she, Zhuang Sen and Vulcan had joined forces and tried their best to gain even half of the upper hand, Emperor Ran Dan only received one blow in front of her genetic father, and fell on the powerless tip. When the roaring sound turns into ashes and disappears.

When she saw that her powerful psychic brother Magnus, one of the top five terrifying figures in the galaxy, was being played with like an ignorant child in front of the abominable will that called himself "The Changer", even she herself His memories were randomly distorted, and even his own soul was cut off in advance.

When she saw that existence that no one in the world could understand, recognize, or even truly face, they were wrangling, snatching, and fighting in her mind in an unscrupulous way to monopolize her will and destiny. When the earth showed her the most horrific and depraved things in the galaxy.

Morgan knew very well that she had to break out of this terrible trap: this is not extravagant hope, nor ambition, this is an extreme command brought by biological instinct and fear, which became her from the moment it was born. The first order that needs to be executed in life.

She never forgot this.

She has been silently calculating the progress of the Great Expedition all the time, calculating how long it is until the precious and only chance.

She is... getting stronger all the time.

She had to get stronger, become stronger.

Under the veil of fear, greed, plunder and disguise, she must become stronger than ever.

She did not hesitate to become stronger. Without disturbing those terrifying beings, she tore apart all pity and weakness with her own hands, looking for ways to make herself stronger.

Never stop for a moment.

She thought so, and then slowly swallowed the last bite of the silver apple.

The power is coming.

——————

And when those strange but surging forces involuntarily poured into Morgan's mind, she was shocked before she could tame and integrate everything new.

Not a serious impact.

That is a memory, a memory that exists deep in Heydrich's soul: this memory is something that was born earlier than his consciousness. In other words, I am afraid that the blond beast himself does not know that he has this memory.

In his memory, Morgan relied on Heydrich's body: it was an extremely weak and twisted body, as if it had undergone countless transformations and experiments for some arrogant purpose.

This even made Morgan feel a little uncomfortable, but before the Spider Queen could adapt to all this, she was covered by a shadow.

That was a person, a silver-white person dipped in black.

He looked at Heydrich who was still in the training cabin and spoke. His voice was a mixture of anger and emotion.

"This is a false dream that humans can never achieve."

He spoke, and Morgan recognized the voice's owner.

It's Horus.

This man, this figure with red eyes and a certain stench of death, is none other than the Wolf God: Horus.

……etc.

Is he really Horus?

Before Morgan's doubts could be answered, the tall figure in front of him started to move.

He only said these words, and then his anger swallowed up his reason, causing the Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf to raise his fist.

Blow, break, hurt.

When Heydrich's already fragile body was exposed in front of all this, Morgan heard something behind him.

It was laughter, the most arrogant, craziest laughter.

Morgan recognized them, the four sardonic visitors: two of them had long been camped out in her mind.

That is the evil god in the void.

They came, and with the furious blow of Horus, they roared into this hidden corner. Amidst the continuous crazy laughter, the minions of the gods pierced the fragile skin and body of the blond beast. .

Heydrich, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose heart was not even fully grown, could not help but frown. She seemed to be trying to struggle, but it was all to no avail.

The gods pounced on him, seized him, they spurned his existence, they mocked the foolish provocation that his presence represented, they quarreled and cursed, negotiated and communicated with each other for an eternity of a moment, Finally, they made a decision.

The dark blue dry claws became the representative of everyone: it rushed towards the unsuspecting Eleventh Primarch, tore his chest open, and grabbed nothing but a golden mass from his soul and heart. exist.

That is nobility, that is mercy, that is the most important gift that the Emperor bestows on every one of his heirs:

human nature.

Morgan recognized it.

That sharp claw, the spokesperson and weapon of the Lord of Changes in this end of time and space, proudly grasped the nobility of the Eleventh Primarch and threw it into the boundless subspace, allowing the raging waves to rise in the next This golden priceless treasure was torn into pieces in an instant.

Then, they laughed, they roared, and disappeared in the farthest distance, no trace of them could be seen anymore, leaving only a mess and chaos all over the place.

And the weak moans of the blond beast.

And in this groan, an unprecedented storm, accompanied by an unimaginable folly and betrayal, swept everything in front of Morgan.

The next moment, Morgan opened his eyes.

——————

The memory worries her.

Delicious food made her happy.

Strength reassures her.

But this is not enough, far from it.

The blue pupils swept across the rotting corpse at this moment: even the Spider Queen herself could only barely tell from the tall figure and burly body that this was the body of the original gene. Morgan's eyes looked at the body casually, staying for a particularly long time on the deformed and swollen arms and abdomen.

The arms of the corpse were already like a pair of rotten honeycombs, with dense white bones and dense needle holes everywhere, and the gaps between the bones and flesh were also unusually smooth: obviously they were not traces of battle or corruption, but It is the result of dissection for experimental purposes.

Morgan glanced hastily and then withdrew her gaze: seeing the body of the same Primarch being treated like this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

What made her most uneasy was that this body showed no signs of struggle. It just sat on it in the quietest posture, as if it was not dead yet, but just resting.

Morgan took one last look and then completely withdrew her sight: Although she had seen thousands of times more horrific and disgusting things in the memories of those ancient spirit races, when these things happened to her kind, , it will still make her feel uneasy.

She didn't want to stay here for long: although there were obviously some secrets here, that was no longer what Morgan cared about.

Let those dark secrets be buried in the corners of time, or be discovered by other explorers: anyone could be that explorer, even Morgan himself.

Somehow, the Spider Queen felt that her connection with this crazy blood relative had not yet come to a complete end. After all...

She gave a cursory inspection of the treasures she had not had time to digest.

Human nature, reason, memory, knowledge...

This is far from all there is to a Primarch, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Her blood relatives are still [alive].

Sooner or later she would meet him.

but not now.

Now, she has more important things to deal with.

Whether it was her children or Abaddon, there was no doubt that they were in trouble, some small trouble that could be fatal.

She had to go back, after all, she wasn't going to let them leave this stage so early.

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In this way, the Spider Queen left this deepest dark fortress without any hesitation. She swallowed what she needed into her soul, and never took anything here again.

Likewise, she was dismissive of everything here, and didn't even bother to take a few more looks: even the corpse of the Primarch didn't let Morgan observe it longer.

After all, they were not her blood relatives: Morgan didn't care what his blood relatives became, but in her heart, no matter what Heydrich became, only the one that contained Heydrich's identity and his genes The special part of the original body is her [blood relative].

No matter that existence is now a new creature, a ray of will, or even an indescribable lump of flesh and blood: she will only admit that it is her blood relative, and the rest, whether it is this rotten body, or is left by her The soul fragments that were wantonly devoured were just things abandoned by her blood relatives.

She firmly believed this.

This may be a kind of self-deception, a clumsy lie to give her greed a suitable advantage: as the emotions swelled in her heart, it seemed that it also brought about some bad things.

At the very least, when Morgan devoured the soul of another Primarch this time, she obviously could not be as calm and indifferent as she had been when she devoured Magnus's soul: an almost uneasy emotion struck her, and even Shaking her heart and soul.

Is that guilt?

Morgan wasn't sure, but her steps were indeed hurried.

So Morgan is missing out on something.

Something that amplified the fear in her heart.

When the figure of the Spider Queen slowly dissipates from the empty hall, she will not see: the rotting corpse, the rotting corpse on the throne, the corpse that is riddled with holes, and there are white bones and bones everywhere. The stinking carrion of corpse wax: it is not motionless, it does not belong to the peace that death brings.

Beside its head, under its nose, the faintest air was circulating in a certain pattern: these airs were so small and meager that even the disdainful Spider Queen could not feel them.

But they do exist, and they do surround this body that seems to have died long ago, performing activities required by certain creatures.

That corpse.

Just as if.

Breathing.