Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Graston has surrendered. Its once pride, its fertile land, and its tens of billions of subjects have now become the first gravel at the feet of our Gene Queen's throne, but it will definitely not be the last. "

"You're right. This is a hearty victory, isn't it? It's been a long time coming."

"How long did it take us total?"

"Fifty Terra Standard Hours."

"Then... how long did it take to annihilate the alien alliance fleet before?"

"This is not a problem for me: up to thirteen Terra Standard Hours."

"Thirteen..."

"Didn't you realize that we are closely related to the number thirteen?"

"You make it sound like we are a race of Macraggeans, not the Sons of Morgan."

In the shadows at the edge of the command hall, two cutting-edge company commanders were having a conversation in whispers. Although their actions could be described as very secretive, unfortunately, there happened to be two pairs of eyes watching. I discovered them through unintentional gaze and intentional following.

After seeing the whispers in the intersection of light and shadow, Lana frowned and wanted to step forward to scold him, but the Primarch, who had discovered this state earlier, stretched out his hand and stopped his bodyguard. The Primarch was free to He glanced at the two company commander's sons who still smelled of gunpowder smoke, and showed a silent smile.

[Be patient, they are heroes in the battle after all. 】

[My plans and requests were executed perfectly, weren't they? 】

Lana opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when his eyes shifted to the walls around the command hall, he found that he seemed to have nothing to say. The heroic leader of the Old Guards could only bow his head and salute, Returned to his position again.

The original body did not continue to speak. She sat in her seat, waiting for the arrival of all the participants, while letting her eyes pick and read at will in the projections on the surrounding walls, secretly combing through the past ten years. Everything that happens in five Terran Standard Days.

As one of the core locations of the entire Queen of Glory battleship, the command hall responsible for commanding and dispatching various units is undoubtedly one of the most secure buildings. It is properly placed in the core area of ​​the entire battleship. It is a safe place for any artillery fire. Fighting gang jumpers can't be a threat in the first place.

On the other hand, in order to have a real-time understanding of the battle situation, under the auspices of Morgan, dozens of huge projection screens occupied every wall of the command hall, broadcasting and recording the entire battleship from the most realistic perspective In all the battles they have experienced, these projection instruments have been modified and amplified by the Primarch himself without exception, and every scene released is more vivid and sincere than the reality.

Standing in the hall, watching these several-meter-high projections constantly interpreting stories in different times and spaces, it is like standing on the bank of the long river of time, scooping up a handful of turbid water with your hands, and what you can do. With all the fantasy and mystery we have glimpsed, even mortals who have no connection with these war deeds, after constantly watching and watching this vivid past, will doubt from the bottom of their hearts in countless moments, what is in the projection. A story is a piece of your past and experience.

And this is just the slight willfulness that the Lord of the Second Legion exudes towards his heirs and mortal officials.

With the superhuman intelligence and senses of the Primarch, Morgan can easily witness every story and every detail depicted in every projection at the same time. She pays attention to all the stories being told at the same time, and accurately Find out the valuable fragments, find out the mistakes and problems her legion made in these stories, and use them as the most precious treasures that can be obtained in the war, carefully treasure them in your brain and memory. middle.

And now, she is doing this. More than a dozen giant projections are simultaneously telling the detailed experience of each day in the past, from the fleet of the Second Legion pulling anchor and leaving the low-Earth orbit of Avalon, to the despair of the entire world of Graston. and surrendered to the empire of man with a sigh.

Yes, despair and sighs, but without more blood or any unplanned changes, this is how Morgan won this victory: thinking of this, she even felt a little proud.

Yes, despair.

despair……

Morgan bit into the word gently. She has always liked words that can bring pain to others, because she can get more bad pleasure from them. This is also an inconspicuous one among the countless habits she has developed. That one.

But for some reason, when she once again began to whisper the hymn about "Despair", the original sober mind of the Primarch encountered some kind of slow and stagnant heavy attack in an instant. Although the attack was The strength is not huge, and the speed is not fast, just like a dying lion using its sharp claws that have been worn to black and hateful, scratching out fleeting white marks on the hard animal hide in vain. , will not cause any real harm.

This blow was slow, heavy, and seemingly without any trace, but it was definitely planned for a long time. Just as the Primarch fell into a brief moment of joy, just as Morgan gently uttered the word "Despair" At that moment, it was like opening a window to let the biting north wind in for the first time. The knocking sound from the other side of the void cleverly seized this fleeting opportunity and slapped the tight body of the Primarch. He closed the door of his heart, and then left quietly.

But in front of the Spider Queen's tight web of vigilance that has almost never relaxed since the moment she was born, this too slow temptation was caught immediately, and when Morgan blinked Her eyes shot out the sharp edge of psychic energy. When she touched this harmless letter, her mind fell into a moment of addiction.

Vaguely, Morgan even heard two angry screams from the endless ocean, exploding deep in her soul and echoing for a long time, but just before she recognized the owners of these two roars, A trail of disgusting juice was drawn gently and slowly in front of her.

On the farthest bank of the galaxy, in the infinite void that all navigators cannot glimpse into in their lives, in the source of the wasteland ravaged by ancient wills and kingdoms, in the world that belongs directly to the gods of chaos, distortion and evil. Desecrating the Kingdom of Heaven: this is where this silent invitation comes from.

The swaying abscess thorns dripped swollen mucus, and in the next moment they attracted the fat reptiles in the disease mud. After these white and fat writhing lives competed to eat, among the satisfied screams and rotten pulp, In the middle, their exploding bodies turned into a piece of white paper exuding the smell of decay. The buzzing flies emerged from the heart-gnawing spring water, and they dragged up the dim paper. It flew all the way, swaying among the wildly blooming flowers, cankered and rusty tree roots, and the swaying blessed ones, leaving a sappy mark next to the unhappy big scientist, and dripping all the way to the prison where the miserable goddess was imprisoned. Beside the prison.

There, the benevolent Lord of fertility and filth had been waiting for a long time. He smiled, slowly wiped away the soup vomited by the goddess, and then took one while the fat and mountain-like ones who were most blessed were scrambling to be the first. The long pen, which was specially crafted and condensed with thick smoke, sticky spores and the chants wailed by seventy-seven rotten worlds, wrote this letter and chanted this invitation.

This master of fertility and filth, He smiles, He rejoices, He sighs, He constantly switches roles between unspeakable silence and benevolent pampering, He blows an obscure phlegm whistle while I wandered uneasily in my dark house surrounded by stinking bushes, asking the most favored descendants around me whether the words I wrote were eloquent and elegant, full of dirt, germs and stench. The spore cloud's feet walked on the mud, and there was a constant splashing of wet sounds.

In the end, amid a series of continuous songs and flattery, the self-proclaimed compassionate god finally wrote this letter with all kinds of encouragement. In the midst of His endless sighs of decay and despair, He His kindness and bone-like smile crossed the barriers of time and space, and finally left an unforgettable trace of decay in front of Morgan.

It is a kind whisper, it is a benevolent invitation, it is the stench that the cauldron of boiling pus emits when it is constantly stirred, it is the greatest gardening master in the void and the years sitting on his own That lovely pile of mud and maggots waved to the ignorant children beyond the distant stars.

He invites, this invitation is so solemn and kind, He invites the Emperor's daughter to come to His garden and become His child and darling: although to outsiders, the Emperor's silver-haired daughter and the fertility of mercy There is no connection with the father, but the great mind of a loving father will never be shaken by personal characteristics and differences. He welcomes every darling who can fall into His arms, especially those created by the Lord of mankind. In front of these unique creations that are worth showing off in every possible way, every twisted god is extremely greedy.

Especially when he saw that the other two brothers who were enemies of him had poured out so much attention on this creation of the emperor, especially when he saw that the sharp beak of the Lord of Changes always From time to time, the silver hair passed by, and the most immature dark lady never left, holding her favorite daughter tightly in the corner where no one could notice.

Even in order to gain the briefest upper hand in the eternal struggle with his blasphemous brother, the loving father of fertility and filth is happy to invite the silver-haired lady into his garden to become his favorite daughter: He never cares about this. Whether the move will be successful or not, all He wants to express is that He wants to open an emerging battlefield for another three-party game. He is using this weak but obvious move to tell the other two destructive powers, no matter what they want Whatever you do, the Lord of Plague will have a hand in it.

This sincere invitation turned into the heaviest meteor, piercing thousands of stars and worlds. Before everything began, it surrounded the emperor's daughter from a distance until she was in a short period of comfort and joy. Whispering about the power of the God of Decay, whispering about one of the things that the loving father favors and loves, this invisible invitation turned into a sharp blade, became a reward, and polluted the Primarch's vision. There was a memory in her heart that was harmless but could not be erased.

And when the roars of the other two destructive powers shook the entire subspace, setting off storms and wars in places invisible to mortals, blinding the pupils of countless unfortunate people, and burning the brains of thousands of navigators, When he gathered thousands of legions of demons and unborn people and marched towards the rotting garden, the loving father who knocked on the plague cauldron had already left a series of slippery laughter and disappeared into the distance. Behind the brown-green sticky cumulus clouds surrounded by flies, His invisible whispers turned into wisps of breeze, blowing the torn bad land in the heart of the Spider Queen, in the crazy land of blue and purple. A continuous creeping carpet of bacteria was nourished on them, until the two bleak hurricanes uprooted them, threw them into the air, and completely tore them apart with madness and rage, and then were entangled with endless resentment. There was a collision of storms in my mind.

pain.

Morgan frowned. She couldn't help but lean on the throne, tilted her head, and covered her forehead. She tried her best to resist the demon god who had not shown its power for a long time, and resisted the wild storm from subspace that gnawed at her rationality and emotions. .

But fortunately, this torture did not seem to last long. As the golden sword was affected by the collision of the storm, ruthless blazing light rushed out from the protection and deterrence left by the Lord of Humanity, allowing destruction The powerful gift screamed unwillingly and retreated into its own territory without any sound.

For a moment, even in the dry emotional wasteland of the Spider Queen, a few drops of rain and dew called gratitude fell.

But before the smile on Morgan's lips really rose, after forcing the two powerful storms of destruction back into their respective territories, the cold light that wanted to go further collapsed the moment it touched the dividing line: even if It is the most dazzling and scorching light. Even the brilliance left by the Lord of Humanity is, in the final analysis, just an invisible deterrent. It may make the evil god's viciousness temporarily retreat, but it will never be able to hurt the two mighty destructors in Morgan. Tentacles rooted in the heart.

unless……

Morgan narrowed her eyes. As the unfamiliar pain dissipated again, the rationality of the Primarch also started to work. She looked into her heart and looked at the slowly dissipating figure at the edge of the evil god's territory. Invisible light: For a moment, the Lord of the Second Legion could be sure that those lights were [looking] at herself, silently expressing some kind of severe scolding and narration, ruthlessly thinking about the curtain she had carefully covered, It revealed a reality that Morgan had vaguely known for a long time, but was still unwilling to face.

Yes, she had thought about it a long time ago, and had vaguely guessed it: she finally needed a powerful force to fight against the evil god's deep-rooted territory in her heart, and to repair the spiritual world that had been torn apart for too long.

This is her purpose, isn't it? Although this purpose is so far away and difficult, Morgan was unwilling to really face it for a long time, until her casual whisper attracted another unintentional wave. His gaze, until the reaction caused by the unintentional act of the Third Might of Destruction, helped the Emperor tear away the veil of Morgan's cowardice.

cowardice……

When did she have such a thing?

Is it an accessory that bursts out with those useless emotions for her blood relatives and heirs? Is it one of the shortcomings that she knows but does not bother to face? Is it her constantly growing emotions, so An item destined to cause trouble?

Similar troubles raged in Morgan's thoughts for a moment, and then he was mercilessly beaten to death. The leader of the Second Legion frowned. Her sight and will came to her inner world, and she was in contact with the current. Try the slowly dissipating golden light.

He was looking at her, mocking and reminding her silently.

He, the Emperor, was speaking to her.

——————

Yes, Morgan had to admit.

If someone can really help her, if someone really has the strength and means to fight against the wasteland in her heart, then that person can only be the Lord of Humanity, who she is unwilling to face, but has to Acknowledged father.

Although, He himself is the creator of Morgan's inner wasteland.

But now, Morgan has to face and admit that she must rely on the power given by the Lord of Humanity in order to have any hope of regaining all of herself.

And that strength, that hope.

The Emperor had given it to her, hadn't he.

Just wait until she has enough courage, enough ambition, enough despair, and enough madness.

Go to nirvana and be born.

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"Sir? Are you okay?"

In his ears, Lana's worried words were captured by Morgan's senses. The Lord of the Second Legion immediately opened his eyes, hid everything he just saw in the depths of his memory, and forced himself to Face all kinds of problems and things in reality again.

[I'm fine, I was just thinking about something. 】

"Okay, my lord."

"Everyone is here."

【……very good. 】

Morgan opened her eyes.

A special long table has been placed in the center of the command hall in advance. Morgan's throne is at the end of this long table, allowing her to have an unobstructed view of every face on both sides of the long table. At this time At this moment, the long table is surrounded by more than fifty Dawnbreakers, who are the real core management of the Second Group.

Among them are thirty-six company commanders and more than a dozen heads of other departments. Some of them hold multiple positions, but Morgan has personally checked their resumes, abilities, and even inner souls. characters.

In the preliminary division of the Dawnbreaker Legion, Morgan divided the main force of the Second Legion into thirty-six companies, plus some directly belonging to her, with a company of 500 people. The specific number may fluctuate. The secret society and various non-combat departments together constitute the general structure of the Second Legion, which is still changing.

In the just-concluded Battle of Graston, all thirty-six companies participated. Their roles may be different, and the tasks they are responsible for are also of different directions and difficulties, but each company and each company participated in the battle. A [Faction], all of whom have gained their mission and honor in this clean war, are all unquestionably part of this war: this is the result of the Primarch's deliberate planning.

The Lord of the Second Legion glanced at everyone present: from Bayar to Cortez, from Diarmait to Hector, there was a cruel smile remaining on each of their faces. It is the aftermath of war and victory that has not yet been swallowed up by the time of peace.

She smiled.

[You have done well, children, my soldiers, you have done very well. Graston has fallen at the feet of the empire. Its most precious asset: a population of tens of billions and a heavy industrial base, They were also preserved in this war and could serve the human empire as quickly as possible. 】

The Primarch waved his hand, and a huge planet projection appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. It was the newly captured Graston Prime: filled with smoke, gloomy clouds, and a dozen space stations that looked like scrap metal. They are piled up feebly in low-Earth orbit. In those remote desert areas, you can see large areas of ruins ravaged by war.

On the other hand, in those vital industrial areas and hives, there was not much smoke of war, and only a few buildings were burning, indicating that the Second Legion had successfully arrived.

[What we did was very successful, great, wasn’t it? 】

Along with the laughter of the original body, pride and ease appeared on everyone's face.

【but……】

Morgan changed the topic.

[Despite this, my children, I still hope that you will not be proud, and do not rest on this lost achievement book. I hope that each of you can know that this war has been in our calculation and planning from the beginning. Inside, although it is difficult, there is no more suspense. 】

[In this war, I invested all the power the legion had. It has even reached a point that can be called luxury and waste. 】

[But even so, I dare not call this war a perfect victory. We still made some mistakes. Although these mistakes seem insignificant, they can still give us some precious vigilance, so I will You have gathered here to review the victory we achieved together. 】

[This is your victory, and it is also my victory. Although our goals may be slightly different, we have both achieved them. 】

[What you desire is victory and honor, a hearty first battle under the command of the Primarch. There is no doubt that you have achieved this, relying on your courage and glory. 】

[And what I long for...]

[I always say that from the beginning, I had no more desire for victory and honor. When I wrote the first part of this plan, what I was thinking about was how to reduce the casualties of my heirs in this battle. , how to get more Dawnbreakers back to the bridge alive. 】

[Obviously, I also succeeded. 】

[Glaston has fallen, and I have lost less than a hundred children. 】

[For me, this is success, and this is success that brings me more joy and glory than conquering any world. 】

[Now, let me, the mother of successful genes, show off to you how I achieved this success. 】

Happy laughter sounded from both sides of the long table, and Morgan looked at the huge projection in the center of the table.

【Where to start? 】

[Let’s start with... let’s start with the massacre of the aliens. 】