Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Macragge is burning.

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This beautiful and prosperous world was once one of the greatest jewels of the human empire. Only the light of Holy Terra and Mars could barely cover it. Its savage climate, its vast ocean, its tall and endless winding The giant peaks and mountains all tell the vitality of this great world.

As the hometown of a scion of the Emperor, Macragge's originally somewhat barren and harsh environment has become completely different under Robert Guilliman's decades of meticulous management. The snow-white cities, gardens and squares are now Scattered across the wasteland of the past, fit young men and calm old men held their heads high, stretching their pride as the happiest citizens of the empire.

This world is so beautiful, so prosperous, so happy, so proud, so unreal, jealous and even burning with anger.

Therefore, when the flames of war ignited across the galaxy, there was no reason to spare any of Macragge's people.

Thousands of meteors fell from the sky, and behind them was a sky that was distorted by high temperature and extreme speed. When they crashed to the ground, what came out of them were black, dark blue, bright copper and people carrying Other more sinful angels of death.

Macragge began to burn.

Screams and death are now rampant in the peaceful streets of the past. Tens of thousands of iron hooves have brought the boundless malice of the betrayers. They are driving the wailing mortals. Although they have no intention of killing and ravaging, they are also looking forward to these. A desperate cry for help can draw out the trapped Sons of Guilliman, allowing the battle to take place in a more empty slaughterhouse.

The fighting of the Astartes is like the sparks flying when a giant hammer falls, burning in every corner of the world, from Hera Fortress to the main city of Macragge, from the Cold Steel Peaks to the fortress communities at the two poles, everywhere Roaring and bleeding everywhere, the powerful warriors armed with strengthened tendons and bones and brainwashed fearless will were thrown around like the cheapest coins. The casualties of a tank or even a company were not even seen at an intersection. Control cannot be shaken any deeper.

Looking around, I saw the panicked crowd running wildly on the street. Most of them were children, or young mothers holding their children. There were only a few strong young people holding guns, running at the back of the team.

Mother stumbled and ran on the street, her skin scratched by the twisted steel bars and broken glass, leaving bits and pieces of blood on the ground. Maybe it was due to severe blood loss, or maybe it was just pure exhaustion. She didn't know Unconsciously, she deviated from the group. When a group of Ultramarines passed in front of the crowd, she dodged with difficulty and turned into another street alone.

Before she could even take two steps, she was forced to fall into the alley next to her, because a few dark red and bright copper-colored figures suddenly appeared on the other end of the street. Those were the Word Bearers, and they were obviously not horses. Guards of Kurag.

The crackling sound of the Astartes clash came from behind. Naturally, the mother did not dare to stay for long. She just held her child tightly and groped forward in the dark alley full of gravel and debris, praying for the shaking left and right. The rickety tall building can hold on for a while longer.

But no one heard her prayer. The remaining piece of concrete with three layers of concrete happened to fall, and it cast a shadow, enough to cover anyone's shadow, enough to extinguish any shadow of hope.

Large chunks of concrete and steel bars crashed down, crushing the mother and her child tightly. At first, there were struggles and crying, but soon, there was only the gurgling blood flowing into a stream. .

The blood flow moistened the dark land and polluted the bricks, stones and vegetation, until it stopped in front of the black boots and piled up into a small lake.

Morgan raised her feet and stepped across the fishy lake. Her eyes lingered on the ferocious tomb for a moment, and then she returned to the sound of fighting again.

Her figure shuttled through the ruins, and she walked to the center of one battlefield after another, as if she didn't exist and no one noticed her.

The descendants of Guilliman were defending their homeland with the most fanatical attitude. Morgan could see the battle taking place in the square and next to the small fountain. It was the battle between the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers. Four rays of blue and nine pairs of The red armor used the most exquisite means to unleash their malice. Judging from the numbers, this seemed to be an overwhelming battle situation. However, the Word Bearers were just an ordinary team, while the leader of the Ultramarines was a eagle-helmeted warrior. The Knight of Armor: A victorious warrior capable of serving as the bodyguard of the Primarch, he single-handedly delayed three opponents and quickly killed one of them.

But the process of the battle is far more complicated than imagined, because more shadows can be attracted by the sound of fighting here: at least twenty Sons of Midnight came on raptor equipment, their claws are fierce and ruthless, and the reinforcements of the Ultramarines They are also constantly emerging from the gaps.

Soon after, Morgan could even see those warriors wearing black armor, green armor, and even dark green armor participating in the battle. They fought side by side, fought in the same room, and even fought independently. Soon they fell into a war with almost no friendly forces. in the midst of a great melee.

Each warrior can only trust the same color, and just a few differences will prompt them to tear themselves and their opponents apart with a meat grinder attitude.

And when they were about to die, a silver figure slightly shorter than them stood in the center of the battlefield. In her eyes, there was only endless numbness and death, which was the color of her pupils.

About half an hour later, only the panting Chang Shengjun stood with his sword in hand, and everyone had fallen.

The son of Guilliman seemed to be hesitating, but at this moment, a strange green light struck from behind, followed by a violent storm composed of countless dark green energy pillars, drowning him in the blink of an eye.

Morgan looked at this scene calmly: the warrior's head was being corroded by some kind of energy. She turned her head and saw only a team of Astartes arriving belatedly in the fog. Their armor made it impossible to see clearly. But they were holding strange weapons and long swords, all of which exuded a kind of green light that did not belong to human weapons.

In the mist, there was a figure that was particularly tall. He was at least a quarter taller than his comrades, and he was holding an extremely weird sword.

The library in his mind quickly told Morgan the name of the green weapon.

That's a phase sword.

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That's it for now.

Like an unfinished movie, this realistic and vivid drama also came to an abrupt end at the most seductive moment. Morgan could hear some distant and sharp laughter, accompanied by this kind of laughter. With the sound, the entire [Macragge] turned into ashes almost instantly.

Morgan still remained calm, because this was not the first time. She witnessed the darkness and silence in front of her indifferently. This was the true face of subspace.

Ever since the explosion, she had been involved in this place, and these real and vivid scenes of destruction kept appearing in front of her eyes.

She saw the burning in the void, an entire fleet of Legiones Astartes being completely torn and destroyed between stars and planets, she saw the terrifying appearance of the victor and the murderer: strange warships passed through the wreckage , with the heraldry of swords and wings painted on it, and warriors in black armor walking on it.

She saw the death of the original body, which was the cry of a giant giant. He did not die in battle, but died in the cry of his brother. Morgan tried hard to recall more details, but she actually He completely forgot the appearance of the deceased and the murderer, and could only hear the sarcastic laughter in the hole in his memory.

She saw the whispered emperor, the second emperor, a tragedy who was used and deceived. He was transformed from a war commander and a loyal minister. He was destined to stir up troubles because of his bursting ambition, unwilling anger and deep love for his children. A war that would make the gods cry, his claws pointed at the stars, and the galaxy began to burn.

She saw: betrayal, abandonment, assassination, rage, trust spurned, innocence betrayed, and the stupidest and best mortal ignited a spark that actually caused the entire Holy Terra to start burning.

It was just a bullet, but it killed a generation.

But none of this matters, not to her.

She didn't care if Macragge burned, she didn't care which legion would disappear silently in the void, she couldn't understand the sadness and anger contained when these things happened, and she didn't want to understand, she opened her eyes wide The eyes concentrated their energy, eager to find traces of themselves in these false fragments, so as to confirm certain inferences in their hearts.

And finally, she found it.

It was a trace that could not be seen clearly at a glance. She saw some kind of push and seduction that touched the development of the tragedy. Behind all the wars and deaths there was a silver soul that walked quietly: becoming more stable, more complete, and more Like a true free soul.

The sharp laughter sounded again, and this time, it was extremely close.

Along with this laughter, Morgan felt that some kind of passage was approaching. As long as she moved forward a little further, she would reach an important place.

Her head slowly raised, and then...

She hesitated.

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When Morgan walked into a new world with slow and steady steps, she had a lot of scars on her body. Her robe was in tatters, as if she had just survived a storm, and her hair was tied up. It was also completely blown away, and the silver hair was spread over her shoulders.

She raised her head, with a look of exhaustion on her face, and in her eyes was the unhappiness caused by extreme consumption, and even her soul seemed excessively weak.

It was in this attire that she appeared to her prey.

And the huge, stupid, and extremely valuable prey stayed in front of her. He was observing left and right, constantly calling his son, and occasionally calling Morgan's name. The roar of his soul caused a stir in the subspace. Waves like ocean waves.

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ah……

Magnus.