Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

A gift is a good thing.

It can be a sum of money, a treasure, a kindness, a status or a victory: no one can accurately summarize all the types of gifts in the world, but everyone will have no doubt about this:

A real gift symbolizes the warmth, joy and beauty from the heart. It may not be expensive, but it contains a hot and heavy heart. It will melt away the thick ice between each other and show the language and love. Blessings and intentions that cannot be reflected in actions.

In essence, a gift is a gift, a gentle carrier that conveys information, emotions, and wishes.

Therefore, no one does not like gifts: just like no one does not like luck and victory. After all, no matter what time and place, whether the object is a saint or a thief, a king or a peasant, receiving gifts will always bring the best results. Essential happiness.

Even the Seal Holder himself, who has survived for more than 6,000 years, thinks so.

In fact, Malcador remembered very clearly: his friendship with the Lord of Humanity originated from a gift, or in other words, many gifts.

Of course, the mutual gifts between the Lord of Mankind and the Seal Bearer cannot be ordinary things. What the Emperor gave Malcador was the best thing the Seal Bearer had ever received in his six thousand years of life throughout the galaxy. The precious and most cherished things.

That is a will.

A belief.

A freedom that allowed the Sealbearer to once again walk on the desolate Terra, breathing the air full of sulfur and putrid smell.

A confidence that allowed Malcador's mind to truly come out of thousands of years of chaos and self-deception, and look at this bizarre and bizarre world with a rational eye.

Perhaps, the first encounter between the Seal Holder and the Lord of Humanity was actually not a good one, but in the end, the Emperor still [released] him and [rescued] him, and he brought Malcador to the cold, cruel and beautiful reality. The world, with almost child-like enthusiasm and innocence, gave Maccadona the first gift from the emperor among the waving murals.

It was an almost crazy ambition for hegemony, it was the most upright ambition and fantasy, it was enough fire to burn the galaxy, it was enough faith to ignite the stars, it was enough to shed a drop of tear, nourishing a person who has long since passed away. Races and civilizations that have entered the land of death.

It was a declaration, an ambition, a volume of information, a friendship...

That was a dream.

A big dream that Machado fell deeply into, and was willing not to wake up from.

From that day on, Makado's name gradually disappeared, and the one who held the seal began to walk in this vicious world.

As the first true follower of the Emperor, he witnessed with his own eyes how he went from being alone to becoming the master of the Custodes and the Empire, becoming the Lord of Holy Terra, and becoming a halfway decent father: to this day, he has Wearing the supreme crown of lord of mankind, he walks in the world.

Even after hundreds of years, even today, when Malcador witnesses the ordinary figure under the shining golden light, he will still think of that day, and he will remember that the emperor has not yet donned the thing he hates most. The appearance of the armor and crown: At that time, the Emperor was a happy and enthusiastic figure. His words were simple but sincere, and accompanied by rough brushes smeared on the wall, he outlined his myriad views on human civilization. Big picture.

At that time, the Emperor was not yet the invincible lord of mankind in the real universe: but he still had enthusiasm, the most ardent sincerity and sincerity, and he could also show the most touching smile that came from deep within his heart. .

If it were that emperor...

Then this conversation won't be the least bit difficult at all.

Thinking of this, Malcador could only sigh secretly: As a participant in the whole process of the Primarch Project, as a person who has devoted himself to these human demigods, the Seal Master knows from the bottom of his heart that the lethality of dealing with these emperor's children is What would be the biggest weapon?

Not bullets.

Not psionic.

Not the world-destroying beam fired from the muzzle of a battleship.

Rather, it was the most sincere words, the most heartfelt encouragement, the most sincere confessions, and the softest requests that slowly poured out from the mouth of the Emperor, from the Lord of Mankind, from their genetic father.

When the Emperor can sincerely reveal his inner thoughts, communicate and talk in a sincere tone, and express his heartfelt help and encouragement regarding the Primarch's difficulties and achievements:

No Primarch could stand against such power, even with the simplest words.

——————

pity.

They had lost that Emperor.

No one is omnipotent, not even the current Lord of Humanity. When the Emperor puts on golden armor, picks up the sword he hates most, and becomes the spokesperson of conquest and hegemony, he will naturally Loss of leeway as a father.

He can only be forever silent, serious, eager for quick success, aloof, indifferent and ruthless.

Over time, after countless rulings and ruthless wars, even Malcador himself had some doubts as to whether the Emperor had gradually forgotten some things in the past.

That zealous Nyos, who was like the sun among everyone, that Lord of Babel who could be anyone's friend.

Is he still there?

Does he still remember his previous power?

He still knows, does he still remember, how to establish a friendship in a moment?

——————

When Malcador stood at the junction of dim light and shadow, he looked at the face that belonged to the Lord of Humanity and the somewhat stiff smile.

The one holding the seal sighed in his heart.

He didn't know the answer to this question.

He could only... hope for it.

——————

Compared to his old friend, who was deeply worried, the Lord of Mankind looked more cheerful, bright and confident.

Although Morgan's strange behavior forced the Emperor to raise his light again, it was not enough to make him feel anxious: as the personal creator of all Primarchs, the Emperor was familiar with the truth about each of his descendants. Clearly knowing the core of Morgan, he knew that this failed creation, which was more easily integrated into Chaos and Warp than Magnus, was different from her brothers in many ways.

Whatever Morgan saw, the Emperor was neither surprised nor overly questioning: he didn't care.

After all, in general, there are only a few dark clouds on him. No matter which one of his daughter is frightened by one of them, it will not cause the Lord of Humanity to feel unplanned trouble: he knows , Morgan must have seen worse, her fright will only be an instinctive retreat, not a source of fear that shakes her heart and will.

Again, since Morgan can stand in front of the Lord of Humanity alive and kicking at this time: Unless the great power in the subspace takes action personally, nothing can completely defeat this man mentally. Selfish lady.

This is enough.

This shows that Morgan is a worry-free descendant: then the master of mankind naturally does not need to worry more.

Now that Morgan has proven that she can take care of herself, there is no need to spend more time on her: the Emperor's energy is limited.

The Lord of Mankind even felt a long-lost joy: finally the return of an heir symbolized letting go and temporary relief at work, rather than more red tape.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Humanity took out the gift much more briskly: of course he remembered to bring the gift, and he was not so busy that he would forget such a small thing.

He prepared a gift for his daughter.

Three servings.

They were all carefully selected by him.

Although one of them had a little accident.

And the other gift still has some unfinished parts...

As for the third one...

That should be considered a gift...

A brief moment of hesitation and hesitation echoed in the heart of the Lord of Mankind, but when he raised his head and saw Malcador's anxious eyes, the Emperor still responded with a smile that reassured his old friend. .

After all, things couldn't get any worse.

With this thought in mind, the Lord of Humanity took out the first gift from the slit in his body.

——————

At this moment, both Morgan and the palmer couldn't help but cast their eyes towards the Emperor's palm: in the broad palm of the Lord of Mankind was the first gift, which was placed on a viewing platform. Inside the box, which looks ordinary, it exudes a power that is enough to make any psyker feel haunted.

Without any hesitation, the Lord of Humanity opened the box: inside the useless cushion, there was a fruit lying peacefully.

It was a golden apple.

Compared to the [Silver Apple] formed by Morgan kneading the souls of her blood relatives before, it is like the sun and dim moonlight at noon, incomparable.

The palmer only glanced at it briefly, and he could feel the surging power in the fruit's fingers: it was not a power that could be contained by just one individual or country. Within this golden fruit, there were unimaginable powers. Soul fluctuations.

That was Ran Dan's emperor.

The first time she saw it, Morgan recognized what the golden apple was: it was Ran Dan's emperor, an invisible star that swallowed up countless souls and howls. Just one look at it was enough to make her salivate. delicious.

She could pay any price to get this creation. This seemingly small and precious fruit could make up for the scars in her soul, even as much as the souls of other Primarchs.

For Morgan, that meant unprecedented food, a supreme tonic that could fill a large gap in her mind: she longed for this creation even more than all the stars in the galaxy.

The Emperor held the box. He did not approach Morgan again. Instead, he allowed the fruit to rise slowly, and allowed the infinite power and soul trapped inside to slowly float towards Morgan. The Lord of Mankind chose He spoke slowly at this time, his voice carrying an unquestionable stability.

[Morgan, my daughter, this is the first gift I have brought. 】

[I know your hobbies, I know the diet you keep secret. This is not a fatal topic. Everyone has some secrets of their own. 】

[All this time, you have never crossed the real bottom line. This is worthy of recognition and reward: I will tolerate your little problems, my daughter. After all, in this galaxy, there is no shortage of aliens that need to be exterminated. 】

The Emperor spoke, and his voice became low and slow, but Morgan listened with the most solemn attitude. When the Lord of Mankind's words extended to the end, he looked directly at his daughter, and slowly A seemingly inconspicuous question was raised.

[Until then, I am delighted with your self-control, Morgan, my daughter, and I trust that you will not let this joy be tarnished. 】

【Right? 】

He whispered softly and slowly swayed his fingers in the air, causing the golden apple to stay in front of Morgan, in a place that she could not reach.

The pause silenced Morgan for a moment.

She seemed to organize her words before speaking slowly.

【Father. 】

[Whether it is now or in the future. 】

[I will not show hunger and greed to any descendant of the descendants of Holy Terra, nor will I list any person who refuses to succumb to the subspace as my hunting target. 】

[I will plunder everything: except those who live in the physical universe, the purest and purest human beings. 】

Morgan's words floated slowly in the dim hall. Her complicated words made the Lord of Humanity silent for a moment before he nodded.

The emperor seemed dissatisfied. He had the most instinctive doubts about this complicated and fancy answer, but after thinking about these words for a while, he still chose to relax.

He waved his hand, and the creation that made the Spider Queen salivate was close at hand.

Looking at it, Morgan involuntarily stretched out his hands, reaching for the fruit in front of him with the most pious attitude.

She looked at it, looking at this golden apple, and her pupils were also dyed with a golden color, shining brightly: for the first time, Morgan felt that what these golden lights brought was not completely bad. .

On the side, Makado quietly witnessed all this, and saw the colors flashing in Morgan's pupils: a smile appeared on his face for the first time.

A genuine smile.

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Yes, that's it.

A suitable gift, a gift that will really help my daughter.

Morgan must know how chaotic the soul of Emperor Randan is: it is not easy for the master of mankind to use it as an edible gift.

But it is precisely this piecemeal and hands-on approach that can reflect the greatest value of a gift: sincerity.

This comes from the Emperor's sincerity. He is willing to invest for his daughter and is willing to know her daughter's difficulties. Moreover, this soul fruit also means that he is well aware of some of Morgan's secrets, but turns a blind eye.

Nothing can soothe an uneasy mind more than these hidden safety nets.

Morgan needs this.

Seeing the twinkling eyes of the Lord of the Second Legion looking at the golden apple, Malcador even felt a little relieved.

Well, it looks like the Emperor is still...

"Bah!"

But before the gratifying thought could stay in the palmer's heart for a moment, he heard an unpleasant voice:

That was the sound of fire.

——————

Flame, golden flame.

When the golden apple fell firmly into Morgan's palm, countless flames burst out in the blink of an eye: caught off guard, the Spider Queen's hands were burned by these unique flames, and she instinctively flinched, He gritted his teeth, but refused to throw away this treasure that came to him. He could only hold the burning apple tightly, letting his palms feel a disgusting heat.

Her soul was even sobbing in pain, because these flames tortured the soul far more than the body.

Morgan frowned. It took her a moment to adjust to the feeling of her hands being burned by the flames, then she raised her head and looked at the Emperor.

【……Father? 】

[That is my flame, my daughter. 】

The Lord of Humanity's face was dull, and it was obvious that all this was what he expected. After a while, he spoke slowly, with an extremely innocent and natural tone in his voice.

[The soul of this alien emperor is the most chaotic and poisonous. In order to make it a gift to you, I burned it with my flames to remove the poison. 】

Morgan blinked her eyes. She endured the severe pain in her palms and the wailing of some kind of flesh burn from her soul body. She lowered her head and glanced at the burning golden apple in her palms.

It is bright and beautiful, but if you look closely, you will find that there seems to be something not very good about it, like...

Burnt?

The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes. She wisely did not pursue all this, but looked directly at the golden light in front of her as much as possible and asked a question of her own.

[Did you accidentally leave these flames on it? They keep burning. 】

This question made the Lord of Humanity show an expression that was almost astonished.

【flame? 】

【of course not. 】

[Those flames are part of the gift, Morgan. 】

[They will stay there even if you eat them. 】

【……】

Morgan breathed deeply.

[It might... burn my soul, father...]

[I know better than you how tough your soul is, Morgan. 】

The Emperor waved his hand casually.

[I am your creator, I know your abilities and limits very well. 】

He said, then raised his head slightly, and said a long and natural speech.

[The fruit is a gift, and its power and the flames it carries are all part of this gift. If you want to accept this gift and this power, then you need to accept these flames as well. 】

[There are no 100% winners in the world, my daughter. Behind any success are losses. You must understand this, because your situation is more dangerous than any of your blood relatives: those in the subspace. Beings can come to you at any time, and their specialty is unearned power. 】

[So, I chose to leave those flames and let them keep burning in your soul, using the burns to remind you to always stay calm and cautious. 】

[You will need them. 】

[Yes, they are suffering. 】

[But suffering is also part of the gift. They are your strength, your reality, the challenges and enemies you must face: I will not avoid this, and I will not force you to make a choice. . 】

[You can choose to endure, or you can choose to face pain. Regardless of whether you eat this fruit or not, you will get a way of thinking about facing future challenges: This is the real core of what my gift will bring. 】

[You can not eat it and keep a cautious mind. 】

[You can also eat it and understand the price of power. 】

【I gave it to you. 】

[Now, it’s up to you. 】

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He spoke, speaking these words as a matter of course, and he watched indifferently as Morgan's soul was burned by his flames, and his will had returned to the coldness and rationality of the emperor.

He even had some pride: Compared to other primarchs, Morgan got more rational words from him: it was no longer pure affection and doting, he was helping his daughter see the world clearly.

Proud, of course, something to be proud of.

In this way, the Lord of Humanity watched his gift being held in the hands of his daughter. She seemed to be quiet for a long time, without saying a word, just lowering her head, until the Lord of Humanity ordered the box to come to her.

Morgan silently placed the burning golden apple into the box, her pupils flickering where the Emperor could not see, allowing her to speak slowly.

[Thank you...Father. 】

[It’s okay, my daughter. 】

The Emperor smiled, and from the corner of his eyes he caught the palmer who was looking directly at him. The Lord of Mankind turned his head, showed a reassuring smile to his friend, and waited patiently for Malcador's response.

But Machado just had a cold face and slowly retreated into the shadows.

…

Maybe he's in a bad mood?

Such doubts were running in the mind of the Lord of Humanity, until the words of the Master of the Seal broke into the brain of the Lord of Humanity through a method that only two people knew.

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"Excellent sermon, Your Majesty."

[It’s just human nature, Macado, nothing worth showing off. 】

"..."

A sigh from the palmer.

"But have you ever thought about it, Your Majesty?"

"This is a gift, a gift that shows your care as a father. It should be kind, even doting."

[That’s mother’s business, father’s job is to teach, my friend. 】

"Then why didn't you do the same to the previous Primarchs?"

[Because they don’t know much, but Morgan is different: If possible, I don’t want them to know too much. Ignorant people can naturally be happy, and my daughter, as a person who has glimpsed the truth, will naturally get a different treatment. . 】

【Moreover……】

[Is this bad? 】

The Emperor was asking: he really was asking, with confusion and sincerity.

"..."

But the only answer he got was the silence from the one holding the seal.

"Is there a second gift, my lord?"

[Indeed, my...]

"Take it out quickly!"

"..."

"Wait, did you put any other kind of care on that gift?"

【should not……】

"Then take it out quickly!"

【……】

It seems that Makado is indeed in a bad mood.

The Lord of Mankind thought so.

——————

Morgan silently put away the box.

Regarding this gift, she momentarily...

Can't find the right adjective...

She wanted to close her eyes and calm down her spirit. After all, the scars left by the emperor's flames were real.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the Lord of Mankind took action.

A new crack opened, and the Emperor proudly pulled something out of it.

[I remember that you have already met your brother Leman Russ, my daughter? 】

[In Dulan, father, we once fought side by side. 】

[Have you seen his strong figure during battle? Especially during a duel? 】

【Um……】

Morgan was silent for a moment, Jonson's name drifted through her mind.

【not at all. 】

The Lord of Humanity nodded. He didn't care about this topic, but slowly pulled out the second box: this box was constantly shaking and emitting some kind of metallic sound.

[You should know, my daughter, I once gave Leman Russ a gift. 】

[That is a spear, a divine weapon called the Spear of Dionysus. It is one of the greatest weapons that I have personally participated in forging. 】

[Yes, father, I think I have seen Leman Russ holding it. It is indeed an impressive weapon. 】

【yes……】

The Emperor smiled, an ancient nostalgia in his smile.

[I have built a total of two such weapons, which are taken from the names of two gods in one of the oldest and absurd myths. 】

[The Spear of the Sun, it has been firmly in the hands of my champion warrior, Waldo, the chief of the Forbidden Army, from the very beginning, and has made great achievements with him. 】

[The other one, the Spear of Dionysus, I gave it to my son Leman Russ after the Battle of the Ring of Fire. It was a reward, promise and expectation for him, and he responded. 】

[However, what everyone does not know is that just like there are more than two main gods in that ancient myth, there is also more than one existence called the Emperor's Spear that I created. 】

As the Lord of Humanity spoke, he slowly opened the overly long box. In this box, the most eye-catching, brightest silver light shone.

Morgan looked at the light. Of course she understood what the emperor's words meant. At this moment, even her breathing was heavy.

Next to him, Machado's breathing was as heavy as Morgan's.

very good.

Everything is still under control.

The Emperor would not disappoint after all.

[Apollinian and Dionysian, the opposite of reason and sensibility. 】

[Besides this, the weapon I want to give you is the third choice. 】

[Spear of Love. 】

The box shining with supreme light slowly floated in front of Morgan. The Lord of the Second Legion stepped forward with great respect. She gently brushed the light and saw the real scene in the box.

【Father……】

[Father...this...]

【this……】

【……】

【……】

[Is this just a piece of iron? 】

Morgan stretched out her hand, and with her words of disbelief, she knocked on the irregular piece of iron in the box in front of her: it looked extremely rough, and there were no signs of it even being forged by a hammer.

[Because I did not finish it, my daughter, like many of my works. 】

[But I believe you can accomplish it. 】

The Emperor smiled.

[I have given it to you. This is a unique raw material in the galaxy. It will not be recorded in any book. It is the most cherished and precious metal. You only need to complete the simplest steps. 】

[Shape it, forge it, give it unique meaning and history, and find the true power it contains. 】

[When you understand all this, that’s when you really get this gift. 】

The Emperor said, smiling as he watched his daughter lower her head and silently put away the box without saying a word.

【……】

【……】

[I...get it...Father. 】

She looks...satisfied?

The Lord of Humanity was a little unsure, and he turned his questioning gaze to his friend.

But this time, Machado ignored him.

The imprinter silently retreated into the shadows, as if he no longer wanted to care about these things.

【……】

Maybe he's tired.

The Emperor thought so.