Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Vulcan, my son. 】

【come over. 】

[I have a task for you. 】

[This is about your sister, your blood relative, who is my daughter. 】

【My lynx. 】

【My Eros. 】

【My Queen of Dawn. 】

[My greedy vanguard officer. 】

[The leader of my second legion. 】

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The Fire Dragon Lord has always had an uneasy mood: anxiety, impatience, annoyance and hatred for his own incompetence.

Whenever he was away from the time of war and forging, meditating beside the gradually cooling iron diamond, the Primarch of the Eighteenth Legion would feel a kind of loss, a kind of dereliction of duty, and a kind of panic that comes from being flattered.

He would always think of something, memories that could not be forgotten: Rankana, Venikov, his blood brother Ferus, and... the Emperor.

His Emperor, his Lord, his genetic father.

Lord of mankind.

The leader of the empire and all mankind once gave Vulkan, the onyx-skinned giant from Nocturne, a simple task, a task that Vulkan has not yet completed.

In fact, whenever the Fire Dragon Lord thought of that mission, he would only feel unable to start and feel inexplicably powerless.

Everything originated from that day: a day that Vulkan would never forget. In the world called Lankana, in the stubborn Venikov Fortress, Vulkan made an ordinary move. Choice: He saved a child, a quiet, breathing and smiling baby from an explosion that would have killed the Primarch.

That child belonged to Lankana, and belonged to the enemy who was still fighting with them at that time: but in the thinking of the Fire Dragon Lord, this was not the reason why he could not save him.

In fact, until the day Morgan returned, the Fire Dragon Lord did not know that he was actually a person who could not die: he went to save the baby with a death mentality.

He was willing to bleed for them, for life and innocence, for the end of the war: on that day, everything went in the right direction, and the Lankana people who witnessed what he did finally laid down their arms and the blood stopped flowing.

They saw the dragon's mercy and chose to believe in the merciful dragon.

On that day, the Lords of Mankind and the Primarchs of the Iron Hands were waiting on the hillside at the edge of the battlefield. They witnessed Vulkan's salvation and mercy with their own eyes.

Ferus was somewhat angry. He ran towards the battlefield regardless of the danger of his life, looking for his brother who was temporarily missing in the explosion, and asked the Lord of the Fire Dragon why he despised his life so much.

But the Lord of Mankind had another attitude: Although the Emperor's tone was cold and revealed the truth, he did not mean to condemn Vulkan at all. On the contrary, the Emperor looked at his Lord of Fire Dragons and gave gave him a simple task.

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【Teach your brother. 】

[Teach them...humanity. 】

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That's what this mission is all about.

This was all that had made Vulkan anxious over these decades: he had dreamed of completing this task, and he wanted to repay the Emperor's kindness to him in a small way.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon was ashamed: whether it was when his genetic father risked his life to save him on Nocturne, or after that, the Emperor took Vulkan with him and taught him carefully for ten years. For a long time, this made the Fire Dragon Lord feel grateful to his father, and also made him feel guilty towards his brother.

The Dragon Lord had always felt that his long time at the Emperor's side had squeezed out the kinship his other brothers had: for ten years, no one but Horus had such treatment.

But when he prepared to complete the Emperor's mission with a feeling of guilt, Vulkan sadly discovered that communicating with his brothers was really not his strength.

Many years have passed, and he does have a cordial impression with all his brothers. He can indeed speak a few more words with Horus and Ferus, and can be called friends: but nothing more.

There is no such thing as teaching. Even the Fire Dragon Lord himself has always had a vague feeling of loneliness.

Until this day, when the scars of the Battle of Tuckers gradually cooled on the hard skin of the Salamander, a psychic communication from the Lord of Humanity knocked on the door of the Fire Dragon Lord's mind.

The Emperor's mission seems to have taken a turn for the better.

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【Vulcan. 】

【my child. 】

[My Fire Dragon Lord. 】

【My forging hand. 】

【I need your help. 】

Before the Emperor went to the world where Old Eleven's decayed body was stored, a piece of his will had already entered the mind of the Fire Dragon Lord without anyone noticing.

At that time, Vulkan was lying in a special medical room. Among the three primarchs, he was the most seriously injured and therefore remained unconscious. Both Morgan and Jonson had come to visit their brother. At this time, only a few of the best salamanders stayed with their genetic father.

Naturally, they failed to see the golden light that belonged to the Lord of Humanity.

The Lord of Humanity first looked silently at his son who fell into a deep sleep due to serious injuries. Then, with a sigh, unimaginable power flowed out from the Emperor's fingertips. Almost in the blink of an eye, everything on the Fire Dragon Lord's body The scars disappeared quietly.

When Vulcan's mind opened his eyes the next second, his genetic father was already standing in his mind. Under the emperor's feet were exposed mineral deposits and flowing magma: it was a scene belonging to Nocturne. , that is the hometown that Vulkan misses in the galaxy.

The appearance of the Lord of Mankind was the same as when he first saw Vulkan: he was slender and wore a long tan cloak, fastened to his chest with a round bronze stud. Wearing a golden breastplate and no helmet, he fixed his long jet-black hair with a silver headband.

The Emperor looked at his child: in his eyes was the most essential love and compassion of a father, something that some poor primarchs would never have the pleasure to see in their lifetime.

Vulkan stood up and wanted to salute his father, but before he could do anything, the Emperor had already supported his most compassionate son, and they walked side by side in the phantom of the Nocturne, talking. What the Fire Dragon Lord has seen, heard, and thought over the years is like the most ordinary father and son reunited after a long separation.

And soon, the emperor mentioned the purpose of his trip.

[I have a task and need your help, Vulkan. 】

The Lord of Humanity's tone was gentle and unquestionable. When he was thinking about how to describe the mission, the sensitive Vulkan discovered that there seemed to be a flash of light in the golden pupils of his genetic father. The most instinctive guilt.

[I will soon go to an unknown planet, where I will welcome back one of your blood relatives, my daughter: Morgan. 】

[I will recognize her, give her responsibility and strength, give her a legion, give her my gifts and will, so that she can fight against humanity for the Great Crusade. 】

[In that world, in that nameless ashes, I will welcome back my only daughter, your blood relative. We will have a meeting, and a father's gift to his daughter, maybe not Very happy. 】

[Vulkan, I don’t want to deceive you. 】

[I will give your sister a gift that is not beautiful, a gift that will make people dissatisfied or even reject her. 】

[Hmm... maybe more than one. 】

[They will be semi-finished products, confusing, embellished, or congenitally inadequate gifts, but they all have their own functions and contain my deep meaning and some planning. 】

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Humanity, which made him seem a little too cold and ruthless.

[Therefore, I need your help, Vulkan. I need your help to complete one of the gifts. 】

"What could it be, Father?"

[A weapon, Vulcan, an unfinished weapon. It still has several steps to go before it is complete. 】

"Could that be a sword?"

[No, that will be a spear. It is one of my countless unfinished works, and it is also the most deadly one. Its birth requires not only fire and forges, but also countless wars and plunder. 】

[Of course, you don’t need to be responsible for that part, that’s your sister’s business. 】

Vulkan nodded.

A spear...

He imagined Morgan holding a spear, but he always found it a bit funny.

"What do I need to do, Father?"

"Shaping? Quenching? Or grinding?"

The forging of cold weapons is a large project that requires a dozen or even dozens of steps. Looking at the emperor's face, Vulkan felt that he might be responsible for about one-third of it.

The Emperor did not answer. He just remained silent for a rare moment, and then slowly took out the gift he wanted to give to Morgan.

[The Spear of Love, you can also call it the Spear of Eros. 】

[In my expectation, it will be a more terrifying weapon than Dionysus and Apollo. Its upper limit is a power that even I cannot accurately predict, but I am very sure that when it is truly forged, , it is enough to threaten everything in the real universe. 】

【including me. 】

The emperor's words were cold and rational, and Vulkan's brows frowned slightly.

Although I thought this might be an unfinished blank, but...

Isn’t this unfinished space a bit too much?

Such doubts fleetingly passed through Vulkan's mind, because his heart was quickly occupied by another emotion.

It is an emotion that belongs to blacksmiths and forgers. It is the admiration and passion that comes from the depths of the heart when a skilled person sees a unique treasure in the world.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon involuntarily stretched out his hand: even though it was just a flashy projection in the emperor's palm, it was enough to make Vulkan certain: this piece of metal that had hardly been sculpted in any way, this piece of metal that Vulkan had never The jade I have seen is a priceless treasure and a legend enough to make any forger risk everything.

"What is it? Father?"

"How did you get it?"

Vulkan caressed the metallic luster projection, as if caressing his most trusted and valued heir. The Fire Dragon Lord raised his head and looked at his father with the purest desire for knowledge.

Under their feet, the magma on the Nocturne stars was constantly flowing, eroding the already dim surface, leaving behind a series of ferocious water marks.

[It has no name, Vulcan, because it is unique. 】

[I didn’t name it because in my initial expectations, I didn’t even plan to use it to do anything. To a certain extent, I was afraid of its power. 】

[It was not mined, my child, it was a trophy of a battle, a treasure I obtained in ancient times, filled with memories of blood and tears. 】

[That was a battle worth remembering and forgetting. Vulkan, I almost died in that battle, but I survived in the end and gained this from the opponent I defeated. piece of treasure. 】

[In that era when humans did not even leave Holy Terra, I owned it. Although after that, I briefly lost it several times, but in the end, it returned to my hands. 】

[And every time it is lost, it becomes stronger and has some unique powers and properties. The latest loss is because one of my companions, who has been with me for a long time, was lost in the Great Expedition. Eve chose companions to part ways with. 】

[She took it away and returned it some time later. From that moment on, the metal possessed some very strange powers: powers that were similar to the subspace, but distinctly different from them. . 】

[Until I planned to bring you into reality, I decided to prepare a weapon for each of my children. I started an ambitious plan, but this plan was like many of my previous dreams. He died midway. 】

[Sun God and Dionysus are just the remaining shadows of this plan. 】

【And now. 】

The Lord of Humanity slowly placed his hand on the cold metal. He looked at this unique blood treasure, and thousands of years of memories flashed in his eyes.

[I plan to restart it. 】

[Restart part of it. 】

[By...another way. 】

With the touch of the Lord of Humanity, this piece of metal came alive in an instant.

Under the extremely astonished gaze of the Fire Dragon Lord, the Emperor whispered a few words and short sentences, and with his voice, this indestructible piece of metal continued to change its shape like flowing water.

Swords, scepters, crowns, magical tools, shields, lenses, hairpins, daggers...

Vulkan even saw that it turned into a book at a certain moment, with certain things densely recorded on it, in a language unknown to the Primarch.

And at another moment, it turned into a ring, enough to be worn on the slender finger. Instead, where the gem should be placed, there was a ball of flowing metal: it was like a white eyeball. .

In the next few moments, it turned into many incomprehensible things: an open door, but the opposite door cannot be seen; a gorgeous, high throne; and even an eagle with sharp eyebrows, issuing a There was a short scream.

But such a wonderful sight disappeared as quickly as it came. In just a few breaths, the piece of metal returned to its original appearance, ignoring the rest of the emperor's words.

[You see, just like this, my Vulkan, it does not recognize me, it is waiting for the person who is enough to control it. 】

"So...you chose Morgan?"

【Yes. 】

[She knows how to use it. Although she doesn’t know it now, I have carved the relevant power and thinking into her blood. Those are things that I can do but don’t have the time and energy to do. 】

[Soon, my daughter will realize all this, and she will start looking for a way to forge it. At that time, she may find you, or she may find her other brothers. 】

"Have you told them all?"

【Yes. 】

[I have greeted every Primarch who will be involved in the forging of this weapon. They know what they should do, and now, it is your turn, my Fire Dragon Lord. 】

[At some point in the future, Morgan may come to you, and she will ask you to teach her the knowledge of forging and tempering. Do not doubt it, my child, teach as much as you can. 】

【and……】

The Lord of Mankind even smiled and winked at his offspring.

[When that time comes, don’t forget my mission. 】

[Teach her the true meaning of humanity as best you can: she needs this more than anyone else. 】

Vulkan nodded: Even if the Emperor did not inform him in advance, as long as any of his brothers requested it, the Fire Dragon Lord would give it to him without hesitation.

"When will that be, Father?"

[Frankly speaking, I don’t know either. 】

The emperor sighed softly. He waved his hand casually, and the freely flowing magma disappeared in an instant. The scene that appeared in front of them was already a magnificent desert: red mist boiling, the sun setting in the west, and being constantly surrounded by The sand dunes blown by the wind reflected blood-like scarlet.

[I'm not even sure whether she will come to you, Vulkan. I'm just telling you in advance: The fact is that Morgan may never find the correct method and direction for forging this weapon. It's possible, She will do it all on her own. 】

[Every small change will bring different possibilities, and all I can do is to make every plan and preparation on the premise of guessing all the possibilities. 】

The Lord of Humanity quietly looked at the false sunset, his face hidden in a blur of light and shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

"future……"

Vulkan murmured the word.

"Will I help you and humanity in the future? Father?"

[Of course, my child. 】

The Emperor smiled, but he did not look back.

[You, Leman Russ, and the brothers you have yet to meet. 】

[No matter which future I predict, you are indispensable. 】

The Fire Dragon Lord did not speak. He just looked down at the supreme treasure and thought of the protagonist of this conversation.

"What about...Morgan?"

【……】

The Emperor was silent for a long time, and then smiled.

[I don’t know, kid. 】

【I have no idea. 】

[The only thing I can be sure of is that Morgan’s future won’t be the worst, she’s already gotten through that stage: I planned a future for my daughter, but it’s definitely not the one she wants. 】

[She may resist, or she may make things worse. After all, I didn’t confide in her more. 】

【She will hate me. 】

【This is natural. 】

[And when she starts to hate me, she will think of this weapon and the power she has to fight back. 】

The words made Vulkan frown, and he fell into deep uneasiness.

"Father, maybe..."

[Okay, don't worry, my Fire Dragon Lord, that's just a bad possibility about the future, maybe the situation will not be so serious. 】

The Emperor turned around and patted the Fire Dragon Lord on the shoulder.

[The gift I gave Morgan was the most ruthless one. 】

【But it is also the most precious one. 】

[And no matter what, when she starts to use this weapon, she will do something beneficial to me. 】

[She is my child, this is within my expectations. 】

The Fire Dragon Lord's frown did not dissipate because of this. He was even planning to take the initiative to find his blood relatives to resolve the misunderstanding between Morgan and the Emperor: that might take a long time.

"Will that be a long time coming?"

【……certainly. 】

The Emperor smiled.

【That would be...】

[Things after the Great Crusade, but it’s not too late. 】

[After all, at that time, everything had just begun. 】