Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Morgan, my daughter. 】

[You are a failure. 】

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The sound echoed in her mind like the waves of an ocean crashing against a cliff.

The baby in the cabin frowned. She was immersed in a dream, a real dream.

She could feel that at the beginning, she was in an empty container, surrounded by cold nutrient solution and infusion tubes. The needle tip pierced the back of her hand, kneading her body and spirit at will. Transformed into a form that pleased her Creator.

"Morgan..."

Someone was calling her.

"Failure."

The voice came to a conclusion ruthlessly, and what followed was the most severe pain. Thousands of sharp edges tore her heart apart. She curled up and could only struggle helplessly.

Then came the storm. She could hear the ever-changing laughter and angry shouts in the storm. She just felt that she was swept away by the storm, wandering in nothingness day after day, year after year, until Where did it finally fall.

She didn't know how much time passed after that, but the sound of war and fighting came very clearly at a certain time. It was a crazy cannibalism, and she could hear the whole legion surrounding it. They conquered and destroyed each other until there was no more sound.

So she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Until the vilest comes to visit from the stars.

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"Are you sure you're here, Head Priest?"

The Pioneer carefully stepped onto the dry land. The God-Emperor may be the first human being to set foot in such a remote and wild land in thousands of years.

The temperature adjustment device of the MK II power armor roared due to the gusts of wind among the clouds. The pioneer raised his head and found that the next heavy rain was close at hand.

"Looks like we have to be quick, who knows what the weather is like in this damn place."

"It won't be too bad after all."

The clerk was the second to come down. He adjusted his firearm. His eyes first stayed on the distant sky for a while, and then returned to the ground, searching around for possible potential roads and dangers.

Behind him were two new recruits from the legion. They looked left and right, maintaining the most standard alert posture.

"According to the exploration diary of the Rogue Trader, there are very likely some traces of alien civilization here. Rather than the so-called weather, we should worry about the attackers."

As soon as the secretary finished speaking, a recruit tilted his head towards him.

"Sir, then why don't we gather an exploration force and, according to the legion's code of conduct, explore an alien world with an unknown intelligence level at least..."

"It requires at least 50 soldiers, a battleship and the paperwork permission of two high-ranking officers. I know, newcomers, I am responsible for teaching these regulations."

The clerk patted the shoulder armor of one recruit intimately and smiled at the other: "Believe me, it is allowed to do whatever you can in an emergency."

Such perfunctory words obviously could not convince anyone, but it was at this time that the priest came down.

The priest was a tall and dangerous figure. His broad chin, deep-set eyes and face engraved with scriptures made people shudder. Just a glance at him made the recruits lower their heads in awe.

The priest narrowed his eyes, like a wild fox that had just had a feast. He first enjoyed the awe for a while, and then slowly walked deeper into the dense forest.

"Be careful, newcomer."

Behind him, the secretary smiled and comforted the two good consumables beside him.

"Pastor Erebas's temper is not very good."

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This is the age of rise.

With the last whimper of the past empire, the tide of chaos and madness has been rushing through the galaxy for too long, and now, with the unquestionable orders, new power, new will, and new legions will bring them all together. Once crushed, another majestic giant is using steel and flames to forge his own glorious chapter.

This is the revival of a miracle, the nirvana of the phoenix, and an immortal monument built with countless efforts and sacrifices. Every victory and conquest adds luster to this legendary story.

The Great Expedition has begun.

The Emperor's will came from Holy Terra and turned into boundless legions and fleets, torturing every corner of the galaxy. Lost lands were recovered, resistance was destroyed, and the banner of the conqueror spread like a plague.

Speculators, careerists and despicable people all shed tears for this magnificent scene. They were pleasantly surprised to find that in the waves swept up by the war, there were countless opportunities and treasures to discover...

"You can go plunder..."

Erebus whispered as alien bones and dead souls piled up into hills at his feet.

"God Emperor, what exactly happened here."

Behind him, the recruit sighed with emotion at what he saw in front of him. This was a royal court built of white bones, which dyed the muddy land into a snowfield. The fragments of the bones were similar to human ones, but their skulls were merciless. Revealing their alien identities.

"These are the bones of the Eldar, there may be thousands of them."

The secretary rummaged through the pieces of pendants and decorations and screened them carefully.

"This is the Eldar language...Je...Jesva...Ark."

"This spiked whip is more like a torture instrument."

"What is this?...Is it a mask for acting?"

The scribe conducted his own exploration with great interest, and even deviated from the team. Soon, the bones of some larger beasts appeared in his eyes, mixed with the remains of some Eldar. Obviously, at the end of his life, For a moment, these aliens were fighting with the terrifying giant beasts, or fighting side by side.

Finally, he found an interesting thing, which was a communication device. After playing with it for a while, a final voice drifted out from it:

[Ilir, I really don’t understand why we are fighting here. This is not to defend the Ark. There are already so few of our kind in the galaxy, but we still have to kill each other here. 】

[Watch your attitude, Yossi. The prophets have already prophesied that the thing in this world will destroy us, so we must destroy it first. 】

[Our wild brethren will not agree. That thing has been integrated with their world soul, and so are those clowns. They want to take it away. 】

【So, we fight for this...be careful! Those natural disasters from Comoros are coming...]

The words stopped abruptly, followed by chaotic gunshots and war cries, and then wailing.

It was thousands of mixed wails, messy and terrifying, as if the souls of thousands of people were being extracted alive by some force.

The clerk frowned. He threw away the thing, clapped his hands, and quickly caught up with the team, returning to his position at the back. He lowered his head under the dissatisfied gaze of Pastor Erebas, and then continued his work. Job: adjust the muzzle of the gun and keep an eye on the two cute recruits.

The team was advancing. Erebas closed his eyes and muttered words, letting the eight-pointed star carving held tightly in his palm lead him to the deepest part of the battlefield. There was a towering ancient tree there. It was extremely tall and majestic, but it was Dying is like this world.

[The Folly of Prophecy. 】

【Like cannibalism. 】

[The scream of the soul. 】

Arrived... almost there.

An ominous light appeared in the palm of his hand, and Erebus showed a satisfied smile. He stepped into the ancient tree. In the shadow, he saw the treasure wrapped in layers of dead vines.

last step……

The vague whispers of the gods flashed through his mind, making Erebus increasingly convinced that his piety was paying off.

[The blood of betrayal. 】

Erebus turned his head, and following his gaze, the secretary pulled the trigger mercilessly.

Following the two gunshots, the recruits' eyes widened and they fell down one after another. Of course they would die because only their guns were not pointed at their companions.

The vanguard also raised his firearm. He aimed at the recruits' heads and fired one shot at a time to ensure there would be no further trouble.

Even Erebus's mind began to think after seeing this scene: What kind of reasons should we weave this time?

After a brief period of distress, excitement once again occupied the despicable man's heart. He drew out his short blade and smeared the flowing blood on the dry vines.

Behind him, the pioneer looked at the two bodies that were getting colder and colder, and suddenly turned to look at the clerk.

"Tell me...Does the [God Emperor] really know what we are doing?"

"If he really knew, we would have died countless times."

The clerk just yawned lazily.

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[Wake up. 】

This is the first time.

Under the excited eyes of the chief priest, the last protective measures were broken layer by layer, and the world let out an irreparable cry, and then the sound of collapse resounded in the ocean of souls.

He saw that it was a private paradise where metal and wood and vines blended together, a strong fortress that protected precious treasures, and a blessing from the gods.

Through the tiny cracks in the metal, he saw a pair of pale eyebrows, which might belong to a baby.

It seems that he needs a knife and fork, preferably one that can cut into soft flesh and bones, so that he will not hurt his teeth when enjoying the blessing.

【Wake up! 】

This is the second time.

Erebus continued his scream, and the sound was like the harsh scraping of blades rubbing against each other, boiling the ocean of souls and echoing over and over again in the ears of the sleeper.

He saw those eyebrows slowly furrowing, as if a peaceful dream had been shattered into pieces. The newly born branches were enjoying the dim light of the morning and were shivering in the unreasonable cold wind.

Erebus smiled and continued.

【Wake up! ! 】

This is the third time.

Even the birds in the sky fell one after another because of this hoarse roar, and the sea of ​​souls was turbulent. The pioneers and scribes covered their ears tightly, and their heads only felt like they were banging left and right in their helmets.

The light eyebrows have been tightly twisted together, and their owner is still resisting, still trying in vain to stay in the wonderful dream, rejecting the coldness of reality.

Erebus quieted down and stopped roaring. He waited patiently until the waves of his soul calmed down from madness, until the whole world seemed to be at peace.

He waited until the pale eyebrows in his field of vision slowly stretched from the stubborn distortion, and finally completely flattened out. Obviously, the dream had come again.

The chief priest raised his lips, feeling genuine joy for the next move. He turned his voice into a pure scream, into a sonic spear capable of piercing all brains.

this is the last time.

【Wake up! ! ! 】

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Finally, the thing opened its eyes.

She woke up.

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The massacre began.

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The first to fall was the vanguard.

The veteran had just recovered from his dizziness and was carefully admiring the stunned expressions of the two dead people in an extremely playful manner. This was his bad hobby, but then, Astartes' superhuman senses made him He realized something.

"Priest!"

He screamed, but before the call for help could be completed, invisible force struck from the void, first his head, then his chest, arms and legs. The heavy warrior was pulled into the air, crushed inch by inch, and then Like a crushed milk can, large streams of blood hit the ground.

The clerk looked at all this in horror, but soon felt a gust of cold wind passing through his body. He lowered his head with difficulty, only to see blood flowing out of his knees, and then the piercing pain.

The muzzle of Erebus's gun was smoking. He glanced at the confidant who had been punched through the knee by his own hands and was pulled to pieces by invisible hands, and then he turned around and ran wildly.

He ran faster and faster, running faster and faster. He ran through the dense forest and bones like a desperation. The strong wind made a tearing sound in his ears. The flying speed even surprised himself.

Faster and faster, farther and farther, faster and faster, higher and higher, faster and faster, more and more...

etc?

He finally reacted.

Erebus lowered his head and saw only a broken corpse lying in the most inconspicuous corner. Every inch from the head to the abdominal cavity, from the arms to the toes, was smashed into powder by some violent force.

He even felt that the body looked familiar.

Then, he realized, it was him.

Erebus' soul couldn't help but look around blankly, and then he felt pain. It was not physical pain, but soul. His soul was being torn apart by an angry and violent force, like a hurricane devouring clouds. .

Before he could scream, the despicable little thing was crushed casually, like a bed bug accidentally stepped on, as ordinary as a bug.

At the last moment, he only realized that the vague sound in the void was becoming clear. He realized that it was boundless ridicule. He only realized that it was not a gift, or even a gaze.

That's just ridicule.

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Morgan wakes up.

She was woken up.

Therefore, she was very irritable and a little confused.

Memories came in like a flood during the flood season, rushing her well-organized brain to pieces. She suddenly remembered some fierce sounds, which were the screams and roars of thousands of lives, and then she screamed with dissatisfaction. screamed, and the sounds disappeared.

She began to move her limbs, only to find that they were fragile and stubby. After a while of trying, she barely managed to stand up.

She felt empty, curious, and hungry.

She was hungry and she needed something to eat.

The dream-like memory appeared intermittently, and it guided her to stretch out her consciousness, and she easily caught a few strands of nothingness wandering in mid-air.

This is the soul.

Her brain immediately told her so.

She had eaten, hundreds of the same things she had eaten while she was asleep, but they didn't seem to match the one before her.

She looked carefully and found that among the five nihilistic foods, one of the souls seemed to be particularly dirty and ugly, yet very attractive.

Driven by hunger, she opened her mouth.

Um……

Unexpected deliciousness.