Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"My lord."

"A fleet just appeared in the Mandeville Point area."

"It's the [Emperor Fantasy]."

When Horus led all the elite forces around him and followed Abaddon's guidance as quickly as possible to the entrance of the underground kingdom that had swallowed up his blood relatives, he received another message, one from News from his most trusted heir, Sejanus, who stayed on board the Vengeful Spirit:

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, his genetic father, has arrived.

At this moment, nothing could make the Shepherd God more sad than this news.

The Emperor was about to arrive in person, but at this moment, he let Morgan, the blood relative entrusted to him by the Emperor himself, disappear.

His father entrusted Horus with his blood relatives who had not yet met. This was the most deep-rooted trust and dependence between father and son, and it was the thing that Horus was most proud of.

If the Wolf Shepherd God's incompetence turned his father's expectations into disappointment, then it would be impossible for him to forgive himself.

For a moment, in Horus's rapidly beating heart, he couldn't tell whether he was more concerned about the safety of his heirs and blood relatives, or whether he was more worried about betraying the Emperor's trust.

But he didn't have time to think about that.

When the huge fleet headed by the emperor's flagship was gradually approaching this nameless world, in the deepest underground passage, there were countless chaotic but maintaining a certain rhythm of footsteps, just like a downpour of rain. It was like hitting a snow-white silver plate, making a shocking thunderous sound.

Horus brought everything he could muster in the shortest time: all the Gastalin Terminators, and an army of Luna Wolves that could level a world. He followed the route given by Abaddon and did not hesitate for a moment. He stopped and ran wildly in this tunnel that was a bit too long.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Wolf Shepherd rushed to the end of the tunnel, and the Primarch of the Luna Wolves stepped into the spectacular underground hall. He and each of his The followers raised their heads involuntarily, subconsciously admiring everything in this crazy kingdom.

But Horus soon came to his senses completely, and his king-like gaze soon brought his mind back to calmness: When the Wolf Shepherd God looked around at everything around him again, he only felt a sense of sincerity. Deep inner unease.

He did not move forward recklessly, but used a gesture to order the team behind him to prepare for battle, and then connected the communication channel with Abaddon again.

Amidst the rough voices of his trusted heirs, the focused Wolf Shepherd led his team through the overly large auditorium steadily and quickly: and the towering podium, and the podium The bloody stains on his lower body made Horus frown deeply.

Fortunately, the next moment, he saw his heirs and his blood relatives, standing at the end of his field of vision, safe and sound.

It wasn't until this moment, when he was sure that all the familiar faces were still there, that the Wolf Shepherd let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He smiled: a genuine, relieved smile.

In the short life of Horus, perhaps even the Wolf Shepherd himself did not realize that he had shown this smile too many times, this kind of smile that fell under the expectations of others and his own high standards. An overwhelmed smile.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf cheered up. He stepped forward and subconsciously let his eyes wander on each of the heirs. He soon discovered that some figures he was familiar with had disappeared.

Looking at the blood stains on his son's body, the Wolf Shepherd God felt a hint of gloom in his heart.

But even so, he still stepped forward with a smile and gave the first hug and the most caring greetings to his blood relative: Morgan.

"You did scare me, Morgan, what happened?"

The gentle words of the Wolf God lingered in everyone's ears, making Abaddon and others who had survived the disaster show the most reassuring expressions, but the question that followed Horus made the Luna Wolves His face became solemn again.

The majestic Primarch looked at his descendants. He did not continue to ask immediately, but hugged his descendants one after another and looked at the few remaining gene seeds in the pharmacist's arms. , lowered his head and mourned sincerely.

Only the luckiest gene seeds were preserved: those Luna Wolves who did not survive until Morgan arrived could only be abandoned in the squirming flesh.

But no one would mention this: when Horus's inquiry sounded for the second time after his concern, the Wolf God was still greeted by unimaginable silence.

He frowned, then gently waved his hand to signal the heir behind him to retreat to a certain distance, and then took a step forward, letting his confused eyes wander on his blood relatives and heirs.

"What on earth... happened?"

He asked softly, and then looked at his blood sisters.

"What happened in there, Morgan?"

——————

what happened?

Nothing.

But it is……

Our blood relative, your eleventh brother, has only driven his consciousness to a dead end through endless work and torture.

Then, he used his innate wisdom and cruelty to ravage this world that had never satisfied him: from his descendants, to every breathing life he saw... to him Own.

No one knows better than the Spider Queen, who swallowed part of Heydrich's soul, what happened to the blond beast during the period that finally drove him crazy.

Morgan clearly saw what Heydrich had done: this blond beast used the convenience brought by the position of war commander to plunder countless worlds, and then brought with him the heirs he could barely accept, and fought with Ran Dan. After making an unspoken bargain, the Emperor left the realm of Man and plunged headlong into the darkest stars at the northernmost tip of the Milky Way.

The supplies he swept away, the troops he took away, the most terrifying and crazy plans he hatched and pursued for personal gain, will bloom in the darkness that the empire cannot reach, and will bloom into a craze that is even more disgusting than the frenzy of the Ran Dan Empire. With the twisted flower of blasphemy.

And those monsters, those monsters that exist in the wriggling wall of flesh, those monsters that are enough to pose a fatal threat to the Luna Wolf and even the Gastalin Terminator: they are just the most basic creations of this blond beast. The most failed and harmless product that is simply ignored and even bothered to further improve.

For him, this was just a long-lost practice, allowing him to find the feeling of conducting experiments on his home planet, and once again collect experimental data: During the years of fighting for the Human Empire, under the Emperor's control, With a rather obvious attitude, the blond beast once gave up on this blasphemous experiment on the genetic origin of living things, but now, he has picked it up again, regaining and advancing the progress of the year.

And it’s a thousand miles a day.

Those monsters and the squirming cage are just the most harmless ones among his numerous and terrifying experimental plans. Compared to the ravines in his heart, they can even be called pure and innocent.

This wriggling kingdom of flesh and blood is just his most rudimentary fantasy, the space battleship of his dream: a perfect fusion of metal and flesh, allowing them to jointly create a living void fortress that can continuously produce and evolve. It is just the most rudimentary embodiment of an automated factory that recycles genetically modified warriors.

He has more ambitions, he has more arrogant plans, he has more firm beliefs and expectations, and what he witnessed in the fragments of time, the biological fleet named [Tyranid Zerg] , imitated, became the power of his great genetic father, and became the firm foundation of the eternal empire that belongs only to the Emperor.

And the fusion of Astartes warriors and alien limbs finally created the monsters Abaddon and the others encountered: it was just a random move on his part. These monsters that were destined to fail had already been created the moment they were created. They had been abandoned, and they walked aimlessly in the Kingdom of Flesh until the Shadow Moon Wolves broke into it.

Without exception, these abandoned monsters were the descendants of Heydrich. They were cut and sewn together in a conscious state, and they watched helplessly as the alien bodies were spliced ​​onto their bodies, making them the most beautiful people ever. Despised monsters: How long these miserable warriors can maintain their remaining sanity under such torture, and what kind of reactions and actions they can take have become the experimental data that Heydrich is most looking forward to: this is also He went to great lengths to give them a reason to sense.

He even had expectations: He expected that one of his heirs would be able to survive all of this and preserve his sanity until the present, but what disappointed him was that no one could survive it.

Upon realizing what their genetic father had done, these warriors who had once served the blond beast, without exception, fell into absolute and rapid madness.

There is no doubt that this made Heydrich's disappointment even stronger.

Morgan could even clearly feel the depth of disappointment in Heydrich's heart, and the only reason for his disappointment.

They are unqualified.

Almost all Astartes warriors are unqualified.

That's what the blond beast thought.

As an inheritor of the Emperor's talents in biology and many other subjects, and possessing excellent perceptive abilities, Heydrich was able to easily find information about the Astartes warriors in his mind: including Their origins, production methods, and even all research information.

He knew very well where the limits of the Astartes warriors were, and he knew very well how far these genetically modified people could go.

Therefore, he has always held such extreme standards for his heirs and legions: occasionally, the Eleventh Legion was indeed able to meet the requirements of his genetic father, which in turn fueled Heydrich's views.

Those who cannot do it are those who fail: Since these genetically modified warriors who only exist for war cannot even fully mobilize the power in their own bodies, what is the difference between them and other consumables?

When the Lord of Steel Perturabo felt and wondered from the bottom of his heart, why his descendants were not the best, at the other end of the galaxy, in the ruthless eyes of the blond beast Heydrich, most of his The offspring are all unqualified waste, defective products that do not need to be cared about and cherished.

Therefore, he became more and more ruthless, and he was more and more eager for some new technologies to create truly qualified warriors.

Here, in this hall that finally drove him crazy, this concentration and persistence became the greatest motivation to support the Primarch.

Countless technologies that should not exist were unearthed from the biotechnology-rich brain of the blond beast. In this fortress that had been fused with flesh and blood, he listed the steps known as Primaris surgery. He found Recalling that the Emperor did not install certain steps and methods on the Astartes warriors out of human nature, he even deduced everything that the most arrogant Golden Warriors needed: but the high cost was enough to make the genetic origin The body is intimidated.

He even found a rather peculiar technology and quickly put it into experiments: in the future he could see, this technology was called: Super Crow Guard.

He even calculated the techniques and means needed for the Primarch: not those inferior imitations, but real human demigods, but in some desperation, he finally gave up on this path.

In this way, the experiment continued and advanced, with disturbing blood echoing in the increasingly crazy air, until he could no longer find enough experimental subjects, until he could no longer obtain satisfactory consumption. Ping Liao: Even though he was so crazy, he still clearly remembered to leave enough soldiers to resist Ran Dan's pressing step by step.

It wasn't until he was in trouble that he couldn't solve, until he was struck by madness again, until he had a flash of inspiration while laughing wildly, and he came up with a perfect solution.

He walked to the mirror and looked at the face that was getting older amidst endless fatigue and worry.

Heydrich smiled.

He is so stupid.

The best experimental subject.

Isn't it right in front of you?

——————

When Morgan opened his eyes again, Horus had already walked aside and questioned Abaddon, who bowed his head in silence.

Obviously, the Spider Queen's silence was understood as a kind of fatigue, a kind of weakness that was not suitable for questioning again.

"Tell me, my child."

"In the end what happened!"

The hands of the Wolf God covered Abaddon's broad shoulders. He was almost eye level with his son, and his eyes had changed from the worry of the father of genes to the majesty of the Lord of the Legion.

"tell me!"

"..."

"..."

Abaddon lowered his head, biting the corner of his lip, and made an unprecedented move: maintaining a rare resistance and stubbornness towards the questions raised by his genetic father. and silence.

Horus looked at his heirs, and then at everyone: If at first, his question was just an uneasy curiosity, then now, it is a stubborn topic that must be solved.

After his third round of questions were answered by endless silence, the Wolf Shepherd finally lost his patience: he moved Abaddon gently but firmly, and raised his feet to walk towards the strange bloody door. Go: Even though every one of his children has gathered in front of and around him, begging him with words not to move forward.

But he remained unmoved: until the only person who could stop him unknowingly stood in front of him.

[Stop it, Horus. 】

[You should not know what is happening inside. The silence of your heirs is out of love for you. It is not good for you to know what is going on there. 】

The Shepherd God laughed: he laughed angrily.

"You mean, everyone is hiding something from me: their love for me?"

[Although this is difficult to understand: it is indeed the case. 】

[Ignorance is bliss, my brother. 】

Following Morgan's words, the surviving Luna Wolves once again gathered in front of their genetic father, blocking the way between him and the mysterious door.

They lowered their heads and remained silent: they were ashamed of concealing and violating their genetic father.

But they still stood firm.

For a moment, Horus even suspected that this was Morgan's method, but when he looked at his blood relatives, he only saw the astonishing exhaustion and helplessness in those blue pupils: No inferior idea can survive in such an environment.

The Wolf God looked at his blood relatives, and his blood relatives also looked at him: the two Primarchs did not have any communication, their eyes were their words and windows, reflecting each other what they wanted the other side to know.

Horus looked at it for a long time, looking very seriously until he was convinced that what shone in Morgan's pupils was only the pure sincerity between blood relatives.

After a long time, the Shepherd God finally spoke slowly. He looked at his blood relatives and his heirs: He was unwilling to use force to hurt any of them, so he could only use a tone that was almost pleading. .

"tell me."

"Tell me what happened."

"That's my brother, I have the right to know his situation!"

"Are you going to tell me to forget about Heydrich from now on!"

Morgan breathed. She stared at Horus calmly, her eyebrows lowered.

【Maybe……】

Before she finished speaking, the Spider Queen's pupils widened in disbelief.

Because, behind her.

It was already shining with golden light.

And a broad hand that no one could resist, also unconsciously pressed on Morgan's shoulder.

In that brilliance, there was a voice.

Like a god.

——————

【Yes. 】

[Horus, my son. 】

【My sixteenth son. 】

[From this day on, from this moment on, you, your legion, and every official, soldier, and resident in my kingdom, everyone, must forget all this. 】

[Everyone must forget my eleventh son and the eleventh legion. 】

[They failed. 】

[This is not a request or a suggestion, but an order, an order that requires the strictest execution methods. 】

[All written records and film and television materials about them must be destroyed, all war files and private records about them must cease to exist, and all people who have been associated with them, whether they are civilians or Astartes warriors , all must undergo the most severe memory erasure surgery. 】

[And as my descendants, you will be no exception, Machado will be responsible for all this. 】

[This is an order: from now on. 】

[There is no Eleventh Primarch. 】

[There is no Eleventh Legion either. 】

【They never existed. 】

——————

Sweat, cold sweat.

Cold sweat dripped down Morgan's forehead like never before.

A strong man, a strong man who was so powerful that she could not resist, came behind her without her realizing it and casually held her lifeline.

And she even had to wait until he took the initiative to show up before she had the most delayed feeling.

Nothing could scare Morgan more than this.

She was even scared and trembling.

It's...an unprecedented feeling.

The Spider Queen pursed her lips. Her face looked pale in the light and shadow. While the figure behind her was talking at length, she slowly moved her steps, trying to stay away from the golden light.

But she failed.

As her boots dug bit by bit at the floor beneath her feet, the hand covering her shoulder seemed to sense something. It even patted her casually, as if it was comforting a frightened big cat. But he had no intention of leaving at all.

When it noticed Morgan's obvious uneasiness, it even paused briefly: that represented a sincere confusion.

Morgan didn't know for a moment whether he should be angry, grateful, or afraid.

But before she could come up with an answer, Horus' roar shocked everyone.

"Father!"

"Why!"

"Why do this!"

Horus stood, his whole body trembling with excitement and confusion, and even the huge wolf skin almost fell to the ground. His mouth first grew very large, and then closed tightly: It was because he was clenching his teeth and letting the veins stand out on his forehead.

Why would his father do this!

…

……No!

This is certainly not what his father had in mind!

Doubts about the Emperor did not even last for a second in the heart of the Wolf God. Horus almost instinctively resisted any dark thoughts about his genetic father: even if there was only the most insignificant trace, Horus would definitely unbearable.

Therefore, of course, when his anger needed to be vented, he shifted his gaze to the silent palmer beside him.

"Is it this mortal! Father!"

"Is it Macado?"

"Did he induce you to do this?"

"This mortal! This greedy bureaucrat! This damn..."

【enough! 】

Most of the Wolf God's angry roar was still blocked in his mouth because he was too excited to express it: but the Emperor no longer allowed his anger to affect innocent people.

[This is my decision, Horus. 】

[My Horus. 】

[This is my order, my decision and will: no one can mislead me, and no one can give orders on my behalf. 】

[My son, I hope you can accept this order: as an order, not a request. You don’t need to know what happened. You just need to know that everything about the Eleventh Legion will be closed from today on. will disappear. 】

[Their statues will be destroyed, their memories erased, they will fade in the waves of the Great Crusade: as if all the sacrifices and pain we paid in this great war will no longer be mentioned . 】

[Horus, my son. 】

【remember. 】

[From today on, you only have eighteen brothers... and sisters. 】

At the end of her words, Morgan could clearly feel that the golden light stayed on her body for a second: although she never looked at this powerful being, she still felt like she was going blind.

Looking straight at that dazzling light, for Morgan, it was like purgatory.

But fortunately, Horus quickly recovered from the fatal blow. When the Shepherd God was trembling on the spot, after spending that long short moment, he raised his head and faced Macha Dodang. He cast a malicious glance.

The one holding the seal was just speechless.

Then, Horus looked at his genetic father: there was only boundless loyalty composed of confusion, trust and anxiety in his eyes.

"I...I understand, Father."

"I remember your orders."

"I will carry them out, just as I carry out your every command."

"I will cooperate with the work of the...printer..."

Where no one could see him, Makado tilted his head silently and cast a somewhat resentful look at his master.

The Emperor was just speechless. He let go of Morgan's hand on his shoulder, and in the Spider Queen's silence that she dared not breathe, he slowly walked up to Horus.

【Horus...my son...】

He whispered, looking directly at Horus' eyes that were expecting the truth, as if he wanted to continue saying something.

But he could only sigh.

Then he patted the Shepherd God on the shoulder.

[Go out and go with your heirs to welcome your brothers. I have some things to talk to your sisters alone. 】

The pupils of the Shepherd God dimmed, but he still nodded meekly and went to carry out his father's order.

Confusion always surrounded Horus and never dissipated for a moment: Despite this, the Wolf Shepherd still had no worries about the Emperor. He buried his resentment towards the seal bearer deep in his heart and led his heirs out of this palace. An underworld he didn't want to take another look at.

He will forget about it.

This is the Emperor's order.

He thought and walked, speechless all the way.

It wasn't until the light that symbolized the ground began to sting his eyeballs that Horus finally raised his head. At this time, the smile had returned to his face.

He smiled and looked at the people approaching in the distance.

He greeted them and quickly identified several brothers.

At first glance.

He saw it.

The lion of Caliban, that cold face.