Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Happy time is always short.

The final farewell of the two Primarchs was neither long nor rushed. They seemed to be having the most normal communication between two friends. They ended it all with dying laughter and a dull farewell. .

Carrying that priceless electronic board, and with the silent respect of every Dark Angel she encountered, Morgan slowly left the Indomitable Truth, and she met her offspring on the battleship's tarmac. , the originally noisy [Warmaster] could finally fall asleep in the familiar embrace.

Everything looked beautiful, as if it were the wonderful things that would naturally happen in this era full of conquest, honor, and hope.

Everyone thinks so.

…

Except Morgan.

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Morgan was a little irritable. Ever since she left Jonson's command room, and even earlier, her mind had been occupied by a dark cloud of anger.

But no one could tell.

The Lord of the Second Legion maintains her perfect face: her face and pupils are like the most luxurious mirror image in the galaxy, and will never stay in any one expression or moment. Her mind has wandered nine days away, but Her every frown and smile can still be explored and analyzed instinctively, and she can put on an appearance that is most suitable for the current situation.

While distracted, Morgan returned all the way to the empty conference hall: in the eyes of outsiders, she was a majestic original body, a loving mother, and a respectable person who was always thoughtful and farsighted, facing any chance encounter. The reporter showed a just right smile and responded: Although her thoughts did not pay attention to these things from beginning to end, her instinct was enough to make the most perfect appearance cover everyone's eyes.

And under this most perfect appearance, after casually sending away the heirs who were following her, Morgan could finally sit down and let those dark and billowing auras take over her face.

【……】

【……】

【Tsk. 】

Morgan was a little irritated.

Somewhat angry.

Some frustration.

Somewhat overwhelmed.

She could feel some nameless anger rising in her chest, waiting for the opportunity to come out, but they were destined not to wait for that opportunity.

After returning to his Queen of Glory battleship, Morgan went straight to the once again deserted meeting hall: the high-ranking officers had dispersed and implemented the plan they negotiated, leaving only the Primarch here. In the silent space, I felt the angry waves rolling in my chest.

However, these angers were not powerful and terrifying enough. They could not defeat the Spider Queen's instinctive calm mind. It only took Morgan a few short moments to suppress these primitive angers and look at them in his heart. , thought about it carefully.

She knew where the strange anger in her heart came from.

They come from failure, from a failed final charge, from the huge gap caused by the initial tentative offensive temporarily rising after seeing a short-term hope, and then watching the victory leave.

She knew these rages.

From once...

A hunt that ultimately failed.

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In ancient Terra, there was such a saying that I don’t know where it came from and I don’t know if it is correct.

What locks the little elephant is the chain, but what locks the elephant is the habit.

In layman's terms: when an individual is trapped in the same reality or situation day after day and cannot escape for a long time, it will develop corresponding adaptability or even dependence. This situation is regarded as It's natural and you're used to it.

Even after that, it has enough strength and conditions to break through this shackles, but it will not try it easily, because all this is no longer its dilemma, but its habit. , is the strongest foundation in its worldview.

Just like in this saying: When a mammal elephant has been bound by iron chains for more than ten years or more, even if it has become a real giant beast, it will not easily try to break the thin iron chains. : Because it is used to the feeling of one foot being held, losing the chain will only make it feel confused.

Morgan had forgotten where she had heard this statement, perhaps from the mouths of those bombastic sons of Magnus.

She also doesn’t know what the so-called elephant is. That creature doesn’t seem to have survived the man-made extinction tens of thousands of years ago.

But this does not prevent her from using almost completely similar connotations and methods to deal with another beast that has not yet fully matured.

To deal with the most terrifying beast in the entire empire and the entire galaxy.

Johnson.

Her blood relatives.

Morgan closed her eyes, and her breath echoed in this empty hall that made people shiver down their spines, just like the only weird wind in an ancient and lonely deep cave. Her delicate facial features It became distorted in memories and annoyance, and became enough to make any Astartes feel instinctively wary: but fortunately, the nearest Dawnbreakers to her now are just the guards outside the gate.

At this moment, the Dawnbreakers who are most likely to arrive here are the leaders of the psychic warriors of the Third Fleet. They have been summoned by Morgan and will arrive on time in ten minutes.

But before that, Morgan still had time and thought to review his failed hunt against Zhuangson and vent the frustration caused by the failure.

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In fact, even Morgan herself didn't realize all this at the beginning, until she inadvertently discovered some clues during her conversation with Zhuang Sen.

She found that her behavior during the farewell to Jonson was a bit strange: especially her last confessions, which almost exposed her true inner words to Jonson's senses. For Morgan, Said, this is an unforgivable mistake.

Fortunately, at that time, the Lion himself was not very sober, so he did not create any more clues.

Those words, those emotions, those answers to Zhuang Sen's questions, now that I think about them carefully, they are really...

So un-Morgan.

Is there something wrong with her? How could he behave so abnormally?

The Primarch of the Second Legion slowly frowned, and her will turned into a storm, raging through the depressions of her spiritual world, grabbing the alien souls that could not dodge, and tearing them into pieces. , to relieve inner boredom and anxiety.

But such a move would be too wasteful, so Morgan quickly changed her method: she sneaked into the rift valley that had been filled in a lot, and easily removed the souls of the two original bodies. , grasping out that pure black soul.

[Erebus. 】

This pathetic guy who had never been taken seriously by her was indeed a character: I don’t know how many times, Morgan whipped this soul in anger, or threw it into endless spiritual storms, but even so, it still remained It has not been destroyed, and even the darkness that symbolizes evil has not weakened in the slightest.

Even Morgan couldn't help but feel a little curious: What kind of guy can possess such a thick darkness? Even if you look at the entire human race, he is second to none.

But she didn't care about this problem: the man named Erebus was dead, and what she held in her hands was just his soul that could not be dissipated, and even the last trace of reason that rested on it was Morgan's boring copy of some Comorian trick disappeared completely.

Facing the Spider Queen's lashings that vented her anger, this pure black soul body could only scream like a wild beast, and could not even let out its anger at all.

She needs a new toy.

Morgan made a mental note of this.

Maybe...those creatures from Commorragh would be a good idea.

After casually throwing this worthless dirty thing aside, Morgan, who had vented his anger a little, was finally able to think about and review those things again.

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Starting from a certain period of time, perhaps one day when her relationship with Jonson became closer, Morgan realized something very interesting.

That is, when she wanted to sum up a word to describe her relationship with Zhuang Sen in general, the Spider Queen, who had the entire human emotion database, was shocked to find that she could not find that word.

She couldn't find any words that could describe the extremely close yet strange relationship between her and Zhuang Sen.

How can you describe it?

love?

Family affection?

Friendship?

No.

None of them.

This is extremely certain.

There is no love between Morgan and Jonson, that is the absolute reality.

And it is difficult to call them friendship and family affection: perhaps in the waves of Ran Dan's war, these two emotions did appear briefly, but they soon gave way to that strange, indescribable... …

Bond?

That was all Morgan could think of.

She frowned, feeling entangled and annoyed by this short-term problem.

There is no doubt that she and Zhuang Sen trusted each other during the war, and could even trust each other with their backs and lives. Their reliance in the war was far beyond what ordinary friendship could summarize, but it was not the kind of kinship that was based on blood: Morgan He would never entrust his life to Magnus at any time, even if he was also his true blood relative.

After all, this is not an emotional issue, it is an IQ issue.

So, what is the visible trust and trust between her and Zhuang Sen?

After a long time, the Spider Queen has not found the answer to this question. Her usual tricks of playing with people's hearts and people's faces have not been able to help her on this issue.

However, in an instinct, after traveling through time to a certain stage, at the moment when the emotional sprouts brought about by devouring countless souls thrived, Morgan realized something, and her thoughts were opened up in an instant. Some.

She figured it out.

The problem obviously appeared on Zhuang Sen.

There is no doubt that the Primarch of the First Legion was a beast, a beast of the woods through and through, who could never be bound by any human word.

If you think about it this way, this strange relationship is easy to understand.

After all, whether it is love, family, or friendship, they are all words invented by humans to describe the relationship between each other.

These words and the meaning behind them, as it should be, would not be applied to a beast.

How can a beast know the so-called love, family affection and friendship? How could it be possible to be bound by these feelings?

Jonson, from the beginning, could not have any fragile emotions, because he could not understand these things at all. He did not know the meaning of so-called love, family affection and friendship, and he disdained their value.

Therefore, it stands to reason that Morgan would not get any feedback on these emotions from Zhuangson.

This is much more reasonable.

Then, here comes a new problem.

Since it is neither family affection, love nor friendship, then what is the implication that is enough for her to fight side by side with Jonson, and the shortcut that is enough for Morgan to pry open the lion's heart?

Morgan didn't know.

In other words, she didn't dare to think about it.

After all, when the correct, general answer quietly emerged in her mind, every hair of the Spider Queen stood up for this sinful reasoning, and she issued a hysterical rebuttal.

……No.

No……

No.

No!

It must not be that.

...It must not be...like that.

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In the dark forest of Caliban, there lives a beast, an extremely powerful lion.

It lives there, in the endless forests, wars and fortresses. It hides in its caves, observes everything in the so-called civilization, crudely imitates those valuable things, and squeezes itself into In a suit of armor.

It lives like this, and no one will disturb it. They will only look at the beast from a distance, admire its savagery, and fear its power.

In this way, day after day, year after year, the beast lives alone, living in pride and darkness.

until one day.

Until one moment.

A visitor with malicious intentions came to the beast.

She has silver hair and blue eyes. She is greedy for the power possessed by the male lion, eager to bewitch and use it for her own benefit.

She used the methods she was already proficient in to seduce it, but failed repeatedly. However, she did not give up. She endured endless risks and crises, constantly groping and interacting with the beast on the edge of its roar and bite. Ways to get along.

One year, five years, ten years...

In the end, she succeeded.

Relying on constant temptation and words, relying on imitation and observation of the beast, the beast finally got used to her presence and smile unconsciously, the beast finally acquiesced to her approach and words, and the beast finally accepted her. Gifts and Gifts.

It is entrenched in its cave, allowing this unique person to sit on the edge of its cave, the very edge of its only trace of kindness and laziness.

In this way, they looked at each other, became familiar with each other, and tolerated each other's presence and strange atmosphere.

In the end: communication, cooperation, trust...

That's where it comes from.

What's more, during their unknowing interactions and observations, they suddenly discovered an interesting fact: the gap between them was actually not too big. In a sense, they could even be said to be the same kind.

Yes, it can be the same type.

It was from this moment that an idea popped up involuntarily in both the beast's mind and hers.

Change, guide, pollute.

Turn the existence on the opposite side into your own kind, your true kind that you can trust and side by side with forever.

How much the beast hopes to have a true kindred spirit, a true kindred spirit that can practice "loyalty" and "responsibility" with it.

And she was also hoping, fantasizing, and looking for a true comrade: when she faced those terrifying existences, even the Lord of Terra, unknowingly, she hoped So that I can have some comrades who fight side by side.

Just as a beast longs for a new beast, she also unknowingly longs for a true companion: although she will never admit it.

Just like that, a competition began. The beast and she looked at each other, attracting and changing each other silently.

She is changing the beast.

The beast is changing her too.

In this way, one year, ten years, until the end of the war, until countless habits and tacit understanding gradually become stubborn and reliable in the erosion of time.

Of course, the beast was the beast, and it was clumsy at certain things, so she seemed to have the upper hand, always able to strike at will and tire the beast out.

But that's all.

She didn't win.

Morgan, didn't win.

The Spider Queen knew very clearly in her heart: the conversation just now was her last chance, her last chance to turn Zhuang Sen into her own kind: this opportunity was so ordinary that she did not even notice it in advance. After coming out, it wasn't until Zhuang Sen's somewhat confused question that Morgan's thoughts were opened up in an instant, allowing her to seize the opportunity belatedly.

Hence, those words that were not Morgan at all: because Morgan simply did not have the time to be tempting, all she could do was to use the most direct words, trying to break through Zhuang Sen's last line of defense in one fell swoop and step into the jam. The last independent territory of the Liban people made him a true kindred spirit of Morgan.

but……

She failed.

This was the undoubted reality, and the truth that made her so upset: Morgan could sense that although Jonson's brief confusion was crumbling under her first and last wave of reckless offensive, he was defending in vain. But it didn't fall.

He didn't become Morgan's equal, he didn't set out on the path that would have allowed Morgan to see him as a true comrade in the fight for freedom.

Jonson is still Jonson.

Morgan is still Morgan.

Essentially, they haven't changed at all.

The words in Morgan's heart will still not be known by Zhuangson.

And the terrifying sword that Jonson hid, which was a fatal threat to any psyker, was not handed over to Morgan: what he gave was another one, one related to the legend of Caliban. ancient sword.

In this way, until the last moment, they were still hiding from each other, they were still hoping to win over each other at all costs, they were still on guard and trusting each other.

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Such was Morgan's relationship with Jonson.

This is the strange, weird, strange bond between them that cannot be described in any words.

If I have to sum it up, there is only one statement:

Jonson, and Morgan.

They were just two beasts, just two beasts pitted against each other.

Because it is a beast, it naturally does not have any human emotions.

Because they are beasts, they regard each other as the same kind, admire each other, draw each other to each other, and want each other to be like them.

This is the relationship between Morgan and Jonson.

Two beasts.

They appreciate each other, trust each other, and constantly attract and pollute each other, but they carefully retain their respective territories and do not allow anyone to spy on them.

They rely on each other, watch out for, size up, observe, imitate...

And unknowingly, he was contaminated and changed by certain auras on the other party's body.

They wanted each other to completely turn into themselves, but they failed.

They wanted to be able to step into each other's hunting grounds, but they all failed.

In the end, there is only one thing they can do.

After fighting side by side, after the most bloody hunting and siege, they came to the clearing in the forest, to the blurred boundary of each other's territory, facing each other from a distance, and resting relaxedly.

They look at each other, wait and see each other, thinking about each other's actions and weaknesses, thinking about turning each other into their own kind, into someone they can completely trust.

That's all.

This is Johnson and Morgan.

They are not lovers, relatives, or friends.

They are the same kind.

The closest yet the most distant, the most trusted yet most wary, the most understanding yet least understood:

similar.

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Of course, something like this would not panic Morgan so much.

When the heir's voice of inquiry came from outside the main hall, what could it be that suddenly weighed on the Spider Queen's heart?

Is it doubts about the past?

Why did she change from a vicious person who easily slaughtered Magnus's soul to a person who would do anything for her blood relatives?

Is it confusion about the current situation?

Why did she really have a moment of genuine thoughts about the future of the legion and a clear and clear... worry about her heirs in her heart?

Is it fear of the future?

Is there something slowly growing in her heart?

Is that the seed of emotion? It seems irresistible, constantly trying to grow, trying to change her, leading her to a strange and hesitant future.

Is that a hesitation about means? The heart of stone is no longer comforting, but is focused on more and more "other people's affairs", and the selfishness of being aloof seems to be disintegrating.

Is that the restlessness of the breath?

Why did she become like this?

Why is she thinking this?

When she was influencing and toying with everyone unscrupulously, when she spread her selfish aura on them, was she also receiving some feedback?

When she stared at the beast, she was changing the beast, and the beast was also changing her: not just the beast, but also those of her blood relatives and descendants, those mortals she did not know and knew, those greatnesses and achievements she had witnessed. mean.

When that new bud thrives in her heart, when her emotional door seems to be opening little by little, what kind of fruits will be nourished by everything that is affected by her and in turn affects her?

…

…

Long time no see.

Morgan didn't dare to imagine.

She fled and cowered.

She issued a stern assurance to her will: all change was just a dream, a relaxation brought about by war.

She hasn't changed at all.

Never.

…

Yes.

That's it.

I am really tired of writing this one...

Sure enough, a single person like me who has no friends should not think about this kind of emotional drama. Fortunately, I kicked the Lion King away when Morgan and Johnson were on the verge of losing control. Let him hide it for a while (laugh)

Finally, I would like to state very seriously that there is no stock trading element in this article. Although I do not prevent my readers from doing anything silently (but doing anything will really harm you!), but...

Don’t quarrel, don’t influence others, and don’t create unnecessary trouble in the comment area~

The words are here, but you disobedient readers, please wait for my ruthless and shameful iron fist (ha!)