Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Magnus was forgetting something.

He did this on his own initiative.

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Like the luckiest of his brothers, Lord Prospero's first half of life was smooth sailing. After being swept away by the storm of the warp, this earliest enlightened man among the primarchs also wandered. into the endless Milky Way, and finally crashed together with his cultivation capsule in the square of the city of Tizca in Prospero's world: this is a city whose residents are mainly cloistered scholars and escaped psykers. In a remote world, Magnus, who was different from ordinary people, was almost immediately adopted by local scholars.

This kind of childhood may not be as rich and noble as Guilliman's as a prince, nor as transcendent as Sanguinius being enshrined as the son of God, but it is better than stability and fitness. Magnus's smooth learning and As he grew up, when he became the greatest scholar, he naturally became the leader of his home planet.

The next step is to clear out the psychic beasts that have been rampant on Prospero for a long time, explore, regain and reshape the once great city, take over the research work that has troubled more than a dozen generations, observe and actually go deep into the subspace and immediately Became a master in the field…

What's more, relying on his own powerful spiritual power, Lord Prospero was able to communicate with his genetic father at the soul level early in the morning, when the Emperor's fleet was still heading towards Magnus' hometown. , father and son have long become friends exploring unknown areas together.

And Magnus would not have imagined that the first big problem in his life came from his father: the Emperor brought the Thousand Sons Legion, a great army that inherited the blood of Magnus. Under his words, the Primarch and his descendants reunited and swore to protect each other with their lives and honor.

All went well, and the Emperor soon departed from Prospero, and just as the Lord of Man's fleet disappeared from Mandeville Point, a vision occurred among the Children of Magnus.

The already weakened flesh and blood mutation came back, flooding again in the blink of an eye. Magnus watched in horror as the heir who had just reunited with him continued to twist, struggle, and die wailing. He tried his best to chant. Psychic powers and spells were in vain. Hundreds of Thousand Sons warriors lost their lives in just one night. The situation became extremely critical in an instant: if Magnus could no longer do anything, he would Lose your own legions in a matter of days.

Magnus thought of his father, but then he also thought of the Emperor's paranoia for the pure blood of mankind and his hatred of any mutation. He hesitated, and finally chose to go deep into the subspace.

This choice was correct, at least from the results. Magnus finally succeeded in saving his legion. He gained strength through a transaction, saved a thousand heirs, and saved the last fire.

But Magnus had long forgotten the content of the transaction. It was not a passive thing, but an active act. Magnus paid something in that transaction, something more precious than his eyeballs. Excellent Wisdom was vaguely aware of this, but he didn't believe it.

He didn't want to believe it, he would rather forget it.

He would rather escape.

But although forgetting and escaping can clear memories from the mind, they cannot clear the reality that really existed. As long as this reality still exists, it may create new memories and make a comeback.

At least, in subspace, this is possible.

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The Primarch was a little irritable, no, very irritable.

This irritability not only comes from the depression of accidentally capsizing in the sewer, but also the uneasiness of being unable to contact his descendants. Although it seems that he is the one alone, Magnus is more worried about the Thousand Sons. With Morgan's safety.

From the perspective of the Primarch, although the subspace can indeed be called a comfortable and calm ocean, just like the real ocean will also roll up waves and whirlpools, and there will also be ferocious man-eating beasts lurking, those unconscious people in the subspace The soul fluctuations are just as dangerous, and in its most obscure depths, there are also some ancient, dangerous and incommunicable terrifying creatures lurking.

For example, right now, he is being targeted.

The Primarch's consciousness swept across the vast space around him, and he could feel that countless light spots of consciousness were gathering in places far or near. They were somewhat similar to those beings called guardian elves by his descendants. Like, but in many ways they are completely opposite: for example, the undisguised hostility.

Magnus smiled contemptuously.

He did not underestimate the enemy, but these pitiful opponents who did not hide their malice only deserved the attitude of the Primarch.

The emperor's son waved his palm, and the sharp red light swept out like a storm. It was a terrifying energy that even a hundred Thousand Sons could not release with their combined efforts, but it was just the most random offensive of the Primarch.

He heard howls and lamentations, and heard the tearing sound of sharp blades rolling through those miserable, meaningless bodies. Sounds like this continued with the Primarch's continuous offensive, but to no avail: whenever these hostile creatures When a small individual falls, three, five or even more will fill its place. They gather more and more like this, until the rustling sound fills every inch of the Primarch's perception.

Finally, the Primarch grew tired of it.

"enough!"

Magnus scolded sternly. This sound wave contained endless power, freezing all hostile creatures in an instant. He then raised his hand and patted it, and the tens of thousands of troops were like the scorching sun in early spring. The falling snow flakes melted away quickly.

But this playful victory could not make the Primarch feel proud at all. Instead, he keenly sensed that more hostility had gathered from all directions. It seemed that he had indeed reached the depths of the subspace, which was full of weird things. crisis.

Magnus had no time to fight. He finally found a direction that did not exude dangerous atmosphere. The consciousness of the original gene turned into a ray of crimson light and flew towards the chosen direction: he needed a quiet corner, a place where he could Let him settle down and plan a safe area for magic circles and spells to find his lost followers.

Magnus did not stop along the way, nor did he emanate more thoughts for investigation and planning. After all, fundamentally speaking, although this place was dangerous, it could not threaten his Primarch.

The Primarch's steps left a red trace, and he quickly disappeared without noticing at all. Those so-called hostility disappeared without a trace shortly after he set off, and only the place where he had fought was left. A weird, long laugh.

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The end of the Primarch's journey was not some remote place without traces. On the contrary, there stood an incomprehensible palace, which almost took away all of Magnus's attention in an instant.

This is a huge building, so huge that no mortal would believe its existence. It is almost as huge as the palace under construction on Holy Terra. Every inch of the outer wall is a geometrically independent individual, and It exudes a brilliant light like a rainbow, and further back there are tall towers, one after another, extending to the number [nine].

Magnus wandered in front of this building, hesitating whether to find an entrance, but just as he was thinking hard, he heard the most violent sound, and saw that this huge building actually cracked open on its own. Starting from its physical middle, just like a giant beast opening its mouth, the walls of the palace were torn apart on both sides, revealing a complex courtyard - but a new wall was immediately created in the next moment. , tightly covering the interior of the palace. The time between this was so short that even with the perception of the original gene, Magnus could not see clearly what was inside. He even only felt that there was still something inside the wall. wall.

Before Magnus could think more, everything was over. He only saw a palace split into a courtyard in front of his eyes. He could vaguely see a maze inside. Then, he saw the maze. All kinds of eyeballs are constantly emerging from it. They fly out or roll out and pile up in the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, this vast space that can accommodate tens of thousands of troops is covered by endless eyes. crowded.

The Primarch's face was livid, and he even felt a little nauseous.

The eyeballs did not stop their activities. They rolled and piled up. They grew huge mouths and teeth one after another, roaring and devouring each other. Thousands of eyeballs were in the first moment of this war. They were all eaten up, and those short-lived victors quickly fell into a new fight.

Until the ninth moment, Magnus only saw an eyeball shaking in front of him, with nine dark blue pupils floating on it. They kept moving all the time, without any rules.

[Hello, Magnus. 】

The eyeball spoke.

"……what do you?"

The Primarch spoke with difficulty, resisting the instinct to fight the monster immediately, because his mind told him that it would be a hard and hopeless battle, although he did not believe that he would lose.

[Oh, what it is, an interesting philosophical nonsense. 】

That... thing laughed, not just the deformed mouth, but its nine pupils. All its nine moving pupils had slits and sharp teeth. It laughed in unison, and Ravens and deformed eagles spew out from this laughter.

"I am everything, the son of the pathetic provocateur, I am everything in your pathetic fantasy, your arrogance, your dreams, your pursuits, your desires, the great kingdoms and careers you hoped for and built, I am the immortal poems you have conceived if they were sung, so I am nothing, because your dreams and future are just a wisp of ashes, meaningless. 】

[I was born in the past that did not exist, and appeared at the moment when the future was erased. I have had thousands of names and titles, but they became obsolete the moment they were spoken. I have had thousands of names and titles. There are tens of thousands of essences and true names, but they were discarded the moment they appeared. I have no name, no essence, and I am not a representative of any existence or truth, because I am changing, eternally changing into another appearance, from one From the legendary creator to another mythical destroyer, it is just a momentary difference in your eyes. They are indistinguishable and different things. 】

[Of course, if you have to find a name for me from your barren and meager consciousness, you can call me...]

【god. 】