Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I actually have a question that I've always wanted to ask you, Tianqi."

"Individual No. 2, Morgan, is your only female descendant, the one you chose to be the leader of the Second Legion, the only one you gave worldly privileges and encouragement."

"What aspect of you has she inherited?"

Although he had already expected that this question would cause the Emperor's face to be filled with that hateful smile that he did not want to see.

But even so, he still asked.

Even the palm print maker has genuine curiosity.

More than six thousand years of time may have eliminated too many elements of human nature in Malcador, but only that kind of instinctive fear of the unknown and darkness that exists in the blurred boundary between human nature and animality, and the unquenchable desire to explore, these contradictory twins still stubbornly exist in the heart of the person holding the seal.

Because of this, when the subspace voyage across half of the solar star field did not allow him to deduce the correct answer, or the answer that satisfied him with the help of memory and knowledge, Ma Kado finally couldn't suppress his desire to solve the puzzle.

Therefore, when he and the Lord of Humanity gathered on the terrace of the palace again, when all the golden guards and attendants were at a safe enough distance from them. When the buildings surrounding the foot of the palace, hidden in the gray building smoke, were in full view of them.

Markado, the palm bearer, turned his head slightly and looked at his master, and at the human Apocalypse.

He asked the question out of doubt and uneasiness in his heart.

And the Emperor, and Apocalypse, just smiled.

As he expected, he smiled.

It was not a sudden smile after being surprised, nor was it a hypocritical mask that suppressed the anger and shame in the heart. It was the most cunning smile, one that started preparing early and waited for the other party to slowly Slowly walking into the trap, with a hunter-like smile.

It appeared on the emperor's face, and in the soft heart that the Lord of Mankind would occasionally reveal only when he was most relaxed and comfortable: Frankly speaking, Malcador actually didn't want to face this smile, because This will undoubtedly interfere with his inner speculation and positioning of the emperor's thoughts, thereby destroying their cold thinking when facing many things.

But he didn't stop it, because the Sealmaster clearly remembered that it had been dozens of Terran Standard Years since he last saw such a smile on the Emperor's face.

This time, let Tianqi be more casual.

Even the glorious lord of humanity in front of him must be a little tired.

Thinking of this, Makado relaxed his always tense face, closed his eyes that had not rested for a long time, and listened quietly to the words of human autonomy, with triumph blooming around him.

[I have been waiting for this question from you, old friend. 】

[Ever since our fleet passed through the Betangamon system, or even earlier, I have been anxiously waiting for your words, Macado, I have to say, you are much more patient than I thought. . 】

[For a moment, I even worried about this. I was worried that you had figured this out and would no longer discuss it with me. 】

"..."

[But now it seems that my worries are unnecessary. 】

"..."

[You have to know, old friend, I...oh, okay...]

"..."

[Stop looking at me like that, Macado, I just said that. 】

When this voice came, a trace of happiness that was enough to make him feel relaxed finally flashed through the palmer's heart: Sure enough, when facing the apocalypse, sometimes one cannot be completely submissive and caring.

And when the remnants of that smile disappeared little by little on Malcador's face, the emperor's golden pupils finally flickered again.

The Lord of Humanity looked quietly in the distance, looking at the small squads of Imperial Guards patrolling back and forth in the courtyards and corridors at their feet. He looked at them, and a trace of love and pride flashed through his bright pupils: just like a craftsman looking at It’s like showing off your proudest work.

In this silent gaze, the Emperor's omnipotent will finally detected the fleeting relaxation and comfort in Malcador's heart.

Until this moment. Only then did the Lord of Humanity truly laugh in his heart.

His only old friend has been working hard for a while. This time has been so long that even the emperor feels it is a bit cruel. Now, he finally allows the seal bearer time to relax.

Even if it's just for a moment.

In this way, these old friends who knew each other tacitly and cared about each other were quietly quiet for a while, waiting for each other to come out of their rest, and then the Lord of Humanity slowly brought up the topic again.

[Old friend, do you want to ask my daughter? My Morgan? 】

"……oh."

Malcador was silent for a moment, and then he sighed with a kind of ill-intentioned sigh, seemingly in hindsight.

"So you know you can call her that."

【……】

【cough. 】

The Lord of Humanity, who had just turned his head to look at his old friend, had to turn his gaze to those diligent golden guards again.

After a while, the emperor slowly spoke.

[Before that, I actually have a question to ask you, old friend. Why do you care so much about Individual No. 2? 】

"..."

He seemed to be sighing, or expressing dissatisfaction with knowingly asking questions.

"If your memory has not been smashed into pieces by your great plans, Apocalypse, then I think you will remember that I accompanied you through all the casting plans of the original body. I witnessed with my own eyes those things that you personally removed from subspace. How did the existence that was stolen from them and did not exist in any conception or rational understanding of mortals, under our witness and step-by-step operation, have the picture they have now that they can walk in the world without being feared by any mortals? appearance."

"You and I, we saw with our own eyes how those [children] changed, shaped and grew, and we made sure with our own hands that they would not fall into the most miserable future, until our career suffered that accident, that time because of Folly born of unnecessary compassion.”

[Stop talking about it, old friend. 】

"Okay, I know, I know you are always like this, always like to escape, things that you can obviously solve but are no longer willing to face, as if doing so can make those most beautiful images appear in your eyes. As long as they remain in your heart, your expectations for them can be transformed into their true appearance and heart."

"I didn't want to nag you anymore, but like I said, Apocalypse, just like you have been thinking about that thing called [Warmaster], why do you always want to bring it back to the world again? Is it a once-in-a-lifetime thing? Lesson, could it be that the Tower of Babel..."

【Makado, please...】

The Emperor's voice interrupted the Patron's nagging with a humble attitude. The voice even contained some elements that were more pitiful and lamentable than humility, making it impossible for anyone to continue to chill their hearts.

"..."

The palm bearer sighed.

He could never refuse the whispers and these alternative pleas from the Emperor.

"Okay, let's move on to this serious matter."

The palm-printer blinked, and his old and turbid pupils became clear again, no less than any sage with great knowledge, and no less than any younger generation with great years. Enough to help the lord of mankind control the entire galaxy empire, there are fragments and emotions of the palmer's past flashing in the eyes.

"As I said just now, Tianqi, I have witnessed the birth of each of your children, and I have participated in every detail of this grand plan. This is one of the few things that makes me feel proud and gratified. It allows me to slowly recall that period of time in the dark night.”

I can even proudly call myself another father, or another mother, to every Primarch. "

"But, as you know, the apocalypse."

"There's only one thing I can't do."

"Only one, I am absent."

[...Morgan. 】

"After she was contaminated, you excluded all of us from your private laboratory. Until you claimed that you had completed most of her transformation and redemption, I could not see Original No. 2 again. body, but by that time, I no longer recognized her.”

"Moreover, when you had that unsmooth communication with No. 2, I was watching you from the side, watching every move of the No. 2 original body, trying my best to see her soul and inner being. .”

"She's weird, Apocalypse."

"She's weird."

"What exactly did you do to her?"

【……】

The Emperor's silence was longer than Malcador expected. He placed one hand on the marble guardrails decorated with gold and looked at the bloated buildings on the horizon that were gradually being swallowed up in the gray clouds.

His eyebrows were lowered, as if he was thinking deeply and making choices.

But in the end, when he turned around again, he answered the question in Malcador's heart: partly.

[Do you still remember those chess games we played before? Old friends, the games we played again and again before we started this expedition. 】

[Those games have neither a beginning nor an end, and no one can win. 】

[We just grab those chess pieces and measure every position they may land in in each game, but there are some chess pieces that we can never catch. 】

[Just like No. 11, every time, he would be inexplicably damaged in the middle of the chess game, so we had to put it aside. 】

[But you know, old friend, not only No. 11, but also No. 2 is the one who is often damaged in many duels. In other words, in so many games we played, there was only one time. Number two will always be on the board. 】

[And if I remember correctly, you were in charge of it that time? 】

【Do you still remember what it looks like? 】

"……certainly."

"Cobwebs and Mirrors."

A few traces of the past flashed in Macado's pupils: of course he could not forget the chess piece named No. 2. After all, the decoration on it was so weird that people could never forget it after just one glance.

Cobwebs, mirrors.

Machado remembers.

It was a spider web, not very big, but very delicate, perhaps the work of the most skilled predator.

From any angle, that spider web has a symmetry that cannot be tolerated by the laws of nature. Every thread in it is shining with brilliance. It is thousands of silver threads, woven into a Create a dragnet.

But the most impressive thing is that in the hollows formed between the intersections of these silver lights, there is no longer cold air, but one after another like the lake surface in spring, sometimes quiet, sometimes clear, sometimes Fluctuating, sometimes blurry...

Mirror.

Spider webs are so subtle.

There are so many threads.

There are so many mirrors.

It's as if everyone who faces this combination will be peered into all corners of their hearts.

"...So, is this the answer to this question?"

Looking at the palm-printer's slowly frowning brow, the Lord of Humanity's face finally became serious again. His fingers tapped on the railing to play an unknown song with a sense of rhythm, using a calm, An unconsciously convincing voice answered this question.

[Yes, Macado. 】

[As you know, each of my children inherits a part of me, but this inheritance is not singular. Each of them is complex, with various attributes. and colors, but generally speaking, there is only one color that is the most gorgeous among them. 】

[One of my children may be an unparalleled duel champion, or he may become a psychic who knows everything about the universe, or he may observe this cruel world through the eyes of art and aesthetics: these things can exist in a person at the same time. They just need to wait for their own choice. 】

[Morgan is like that. 】

[She inherited part of my soul, and also inherited part of you under my deliberate arrangement. My old friend, you can regard her as your projection in the original body. 】

[In addition to this, I gave her some additional choices, but it seems that she finally chose the most subtle one I gave her. 】

[This side has no power, but this side is the most powerful. 】

[You know, Macado, in me, everyone will see the shadow of what they expect, the accumulation of various factors and options. 】

[I don’t like this power, but it really helped me a lot, and now, this ability has been inherited by my daughter. She can also show her most beautiful and dreamy side in front of everyone, especially Her blood brothers, they are the ones most obviously affected by this. 】

[When my other children and my daughter spend a long time in cooperation and friendship, and they can actually tolerate each other's presence, work and move forward together, Morgan will become in their eyes and in their hearts. The person they desire most will become the person they need most subconsciously. 】

[For a marshal who is coordinating the war, she may be a chief of general staff who is trustworthy, not interested in glory and profit, and enough to share life and death with him. 】

[For those so-called sages who want to show off their knowledge, she may be a quiet, appreciative listener with corresponding knowledge. 】

[And in the face of those lonely people who are unwilling to meet challenges and long for answers and guidance in their hearts, she may also become arrogant and uneasy, forcibly dragging people in the shadows into in the sun. 】

[But no matter what, Machado, I hope you can remember this. 】

[This influence is not the basis for my daughter to act arbitrarily. It is also an invisible blade that will quietly restrain her and change her. 】

[When she has been with a brother for a long enough time, when she has gradually adapted and transformed into the most perfect partner in the eyes of her brother, when she has been with a brother for too long, for example, more than ten years Or over decades, she will be slowly affected. 】

【She will really become disinterested in honor and gain. 】

【She will really become admirable. 】

[She will really change and start moving towards light and justice. 】

[Maybe she is not aware of this happening, maybe she will be complacent about her dominant position among her brothers. 】

【But it doesn't matter. 】

[Because change goes both ways. 】

[Yes, it is real. 】

[Although this change may not bring the best results in the end, it will indeed do me a favor now, and it will indeed allow me to remove an unnecessary part from my numerous plans that I don’t need to care about. 】

[And this is the task I gave Morgan, it is my expectation for my daughter, it is one of the many goals I have in shaping her, and it is also the path I choose for her. 】

【She is a gift. 】

【Makado. 】

[Morgan, she is my gift to my children. 】

——————

"..."

"Wait, Apocalypse."

"According to what you said, in fact, on Zhuang Sen's side...?"

【Yes. 】

[Just like you think now, old friend. 】

[I will not let Morgan stay in the First Legion. Even if Jonson finally speaks, I will not let her stay. That is the most shameful waste. 】

[Jonson has held that gift for too long. 】

[Now, everything is over. 】

——————

"You are like a gift, my dearest blood relative."

"A gift given to me by fate."

Only the high-spirited one can temporarily describe the current state of the Thousand-Word Primarch: Magnus's red skin became redder and redder because of his happy mood, as if he was being refined. copper metal after.

Along with his happiness, the majestic cloak behind Magnus, composed of the bright feathers of some proud bird of prey, poured out like a waterfall. With the help of the ingenious layout and materials of the Pyramid of Light, Pross The increasingly low sunlight above Perot shines on the cloak through the strange glass that seems to be tight but is actually one-way transparent, making Magnus look like a proud scholar walking in the sun.

The Primarch was striding forward at this time, leading the team. His enthusiastic attitude and continuous words did not stop for a moment. After that somewhat different journey through the mirror, Magnus took him with him again. His blood relatives visited almost every room and corner of the Great Pyramid of Light, displaying his knowledge achievements and research findings over the past few decades, and 99% of the content came from According to Magnus, the deepest part of the subspace is peaceful and peaceful.

In the words of the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, although there is no complex thinking or advanced ideology in the subspace, it does contain various treasures and relics that have been accumulated by the Milky Way for billions of years. , and some fragments of ether wandering in it that may bring benefits or may bring danger, almost instinctive actions.

He himself studied these things and solved the problem that plagued the entire legion.

"Since then, Thousand Sons' exploration of knowledge has been unstoppable."

"We have also found the best path forward for humanity's future."

"And now, we are experimenting with it. We are making everything that only exists in people's dreams become reality, the future, and the wonderful truth that is within reach."

"Right before your eyes, Morgan."

"Let's take a closer look."

"Look at all this, look at my Prospero. One day, what I do here will affect the entire galaxy, affecting the next ten thousand or twenty thousand years, or even longer. years."

"As long as human civilization continues, as long as there is one of the Emperor's people living and breathing, they will never forget what I have done for them, and what I and my heirs have done at this moment. ."

"I know, this may sound a little arrogant, Morgan, but Prospero is the best proof of it all."

"Look at it, look at the splendor the whole city is bathing in, and you will understand my ambitions and my dreams."

Magnus shouted loudly. With the greatest joy, at the last moment of this visit, he took his blood relatives to the highest terrace of the Great Pyramid of Light. Here, they could easily Seeing the entire city of Tizca, you can see the black shadows cast by the distant mountains and acropolis in the low sunlight, and you can also see the tens of millions of Magnus's people walking in the streets. Coming and going, bustling.

Magnus has never brought anyone here before. Ever since the Great Pyramid of Light was built, this has been the private corner of the kingdom where the Primarch admires him, even his most beloved heirs, even Ahriman and Amon. , at this moment, I can only stay at the foot of the Great Pyramid, waiting, waiting for the Primarch and my blood relatives to finish admiring this most wonderful scenery.

Yes, Morgan was the first visitor to Magnus's private kingdom.

Although they met only a few times, this did not prevent Magnus from thinking that this was a unique spiritual blood relative, the Primarch unearthed by the Thousand Sons Legion, and that he and his Legion, a figure with a kind of destiny bond in the dark, can leave a strong mark in his heart and accumulate a good impression that makes him smile.

Because on this day, Magnus realized what he had always dreamed of: he welcomed a blood relative, a blood relative worthy of admiration, a quiet one, with knowledge corresponding to him, making people Appreciative listener.

He led this blood relative, this true wise man, to see the city of Tizca and to his Great Pyramid of Light. Browsed his pride and writings.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

He had long wanted to see those understanding eyes and those equally intelligent eyes, and had long wanted to bask in the cynical recognition and in-depth analysis of what he had done and what he had done.

And all this was given to Magnus by Morgan. Although she did not always speak and cater to him, through the windows of her soul, the Primarch could see the recognition in her eyes.

He didn't even expect more.

On the other side, Morgan was just doing what she had done most today, letting her pupils move slowly along with Magnus's words. She was a little shocked at first when she saw those things, but now, she has become numb. things.

She originally wanted to grab the guardrail, but this was impossible: because her hands were holding something tightly. That was after every sight or so-called discovery of knowledge that Magnus took her to see. I will give her gifts one after another.

At the end of the day. This blood relative also gave her a lot of things.

A crown: It is set with a bright ruby. Morgan has never seen such a large gem, and the material of the crown is also precious and visible to the naked eye. According to Magnus's boast and guarantee: it will make Morgan's There is an astounding growth in power in the spiritual realm.

He even swore in the name of Prospero that after wearing this crown, Morgan could even suppress some things in the minds of other blood brothers.

A Book: A copy of the great book that contains all of Magnus's efforts and knowledge. It is also the most special of these because it is updated in real time.

Whenever Magnus updates the book in his hand, the latest fragments will appear in the codex in Morgan's hand. Obviously, Magnus wants to have a deeper and longer connection with his blood relatives.

A roll of drawings: The city of Tizca planned above, the Great Pyramid of Light, and the general ideas of other buildings and things. Some of them have been realized on Prospero, and some are just in the mind of Magnus. great ambitions.

This was the only thing that Morgan actively showed some desire for. Magnus did not include them in the gift originally, but after seeing Morgan's eyes, he happily gave it to him.

At this moment, Morgan was holding them, overlooking the entire Tizka City from the highest point.

She saw:

She saw hundreds of her descendants wandering the city, Legion psykers who had come to open their eyes under her orders.

She saw countless so-called guardian elves flying in every corner of the city. They were marking and dividing their territories, and they were "playing" amidst the laughter of the Thousand Sons.

She saw it, she saw the blue smoke that was covering the entire city of Tizca at this moment. Each wisp of smoke symbolizes a psyker, or the bloodline of a psyker who will become a psyker in the future.

She saw the smoke. She nodded gently: one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, more...

Soon, Morgan gave up this useless effort, because she clearly discovered that the entire city, whether it was the Astartes warriors, the mortals, the children, and the unborn bloodlines, seemed to be full of people. Intentionally being led to the spiritual other side.

There will undoubtedly be an increasing proportion of psykers in the ages to come.

Maybe just a few hundred years from now. Every bloodline descended in this city will be a psyker: it's just that the power among them varies.

This time. Even Morgan had to slowly turn his head and look seriously at Magnus.

But apparently her heaviness was thought to be something else, the cause of the Primarch's proud smile.

"This is a big job, Morgan."

"I'm very happy that you can actually see it. You know, even most of my descendants can't understand my grand plan from the depths of their hearts."

"I admit it to you. This is just part of my countless plans. It may be realized in the future, or it may become a bubble that cannot be realized, but it doesn't matter. At this moment, I am working hard for it."

"I am bringing all of Tizca, and indeed all of Prospero, to embrace the power of the Warp and psionics."

"Food, water, even houses and the air that people breathe, from the smallest trace to the largest scale now: they are all affected by psychic energy, and are silently introduced to Prospero in various ways. In human blood.”

"This is a great attempt, my blood relatives. If it succeeds, I will initiate an artificial spiritual awakening, and I will let the power of subspace be fully exerted and reflected in every emperor's people."

"One day, Prospero will be what I dreamed of. It will be a bridge between the warp and the real universe. It will be a unique place across the veil. Each of its people will become a great ritual. As a part of the world, they will all have their own guardian spirits and subspace paths."

"At that time, they will all see the true light of the future in the subspace, understand the endless exploration and wisdom in my heart, and understand the true future of mankind."

"Then, they will set off as my envoys to various parts of the galaxy. After the Great Crusade, there will be an unprecedented era of construction and spiritual energy."

"Belongs to the era of subspace."

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