Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In the most distant millennia.

Knowledge will literally eat you up.

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"Is it all over, Father?"

Standing in the corridor in front of the secret room protected by the sigil of Sosmeth, Magnus could see Ahriman's deep and gloomy face, which was a typical Achaemenid face. , under the bare outer cortex are very three-dimensional facial features, which make the eyes appear too sunken into the face, and the nose is large and pointed.

Under the flickering light, Ahriman's face looked like smooth tree bark.

"Yes, Ahriman, my son."

"It's all over."

Magnus could hear his own voice, which was the sound of ambition after escaping the catastrophe, and the confidence he built to inspire his heirs.

"Mutual changes in flesh and blood..."

"No need to mention it anymore, it has been completely wiped out by me, just like the legions destroyed on the ancient battlefield, like the crown rolling down in the burning palace, no one will praise them anymore, their History is over and it’s not going anywhere.”

"I ended the curse carried in the gene-seed and reorganized the harmony of the Legion's flesh and blood. Forget about this matter. Do not mention them again. Do not mention them to anyone, not even the Emperor...my father."

Magnus placed his large hand on Ahriman's shoulder.

"I'm sorry for not saving your brother, but everything is over now, Ahriman, even if the possibility of a stable future is only one in ten trillion, I have already seized this probability, and nothing will happen again. The Thousand Sons Legion is completely safe."

Ahriman's eyes were blazing, and there was an unconvincing scrutiny in them, but after a brief look into the eyes of the father of genes, he finally lowered his head.

"Yes, Father, I believe you."

"Okay, then let's not mention this again."

I see……"

"Father."

"Father."

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"Father--!"

Magnus's eyes suddenly widened, and his will suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, realizing that he was in a gambling game.

Yes...the bet...the stakes are...

"Father...save..."

The voice was almost exhausted, and Magnus lowered his head almost in hindsight. It took him a while to remember the name Cozot, and then he couldn't remember it anymore. He couldn't remember it at all. There is no logical connection between the inconspicuous offspring and this abominable flesh monster.

It was only now that Magnus woke up from a dream. He finally regained the thinking logic of the Primarch from the impact of the sight and words in front of him.

Then, his mouth went dry subconsciously, because he immediately figured out what the words of the monster in front of him meant.

He remembered.

"伱...it's you..."

"You helped me save my legion!"

There was only despair in the Primarch's voice, and the dust-laden memories flooded in like a tidal wave.

Magnus had no ability to save the Thousand Sons and curb the mutation of flesh and blood. He just bumped around in the subspace like a headless fly, and finally obtained a grace, a good medicine at a huge price.

The self-confidence and arrogance that you have always had are just a flashy sandcastle built on forgetfulness and self-deception. Even the first wave of reality is enough to completely destroy it.

【save? 】

[No, I just delayed the end. 】

The voice laughed. It swam like a real giant snake, but did not move forward or backward at all. When it saw a silver-white figure emerge from the crack behind Magnus, , it smiled more cheerfully.

[And now, the end has come. 】

[Magnus from Prospero, you have enjoyed the falsehood for so long, so long, and now it is time to bear witness to the true reality. 】

[Your legions will fall apart, your kingdom will burn, and everything about you will be remembered in the minds of thousands of people in the name of failure and rebellion! 】

The sharp, piercing cry filled Magnus's ears, piercing Magnus's eardrums and mind mercilessly. He only saw the burning Prospero and Tizca, his The Scions and the Legion struggled in vain in the flames. They became monsters in the distortion, and thousands of them fell under the gunpoint.

This scene was so real. Magnus tried in vain to grab something. His hands were tightly packed, but he only heard harsh shouts filling every inch of his body, but he only felt the sticky blood. Full of hands and fingertips.

"No...no...no..."

"Please...please! I beg you! Don't!"

[Pleading is useless, Magnus, when you and I complete this deal, it is destined to end at this time, if not now, then one day in the future. 】

"No! I have never made such a deal with you! I would not trade my son for anything!"

【Is it……】

[Looks like you swore not to harm any of your sons? 】

"certainly!"

Magnus screamed this truth at the top of his lungs, and the Primarch only heard a sound similar to the crushing of bones and flesh.

It seemed to be looking at something, but it just smiled sarcastically.

[That day will eventually come, Magnus, you are just a moth flying into the flame, and there will eventually be a moment when you burn yourself up. 】

【I am waiting for you. 】

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When Morgan gradually walked in, she found that the false snake was gradually disappearing, and the moment it completely disappeared, she only saw a weird smile.

Then, Morgan looked down, and she finally saw the scene in front of her clearly.

She saw a piece of armor, an armor that was empty and abandoned. The patterns and carvings on it showed that its owner was a son of Magnus.

And the owner of this armor... is right next to him.

The huge Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion was kneeling on the ground at this time. He lowered his head, trembling from time to time, and kept telling his worries about the future and the present.

And the son of Magnus is here, specifically in the hands of Magnus.

This miserable guy has become a complete monster, and he is tightly held in the hands of his genetic father. He is being kneaded, beaten and crushed almost unconsciously. Morgan can even see those bones and How the skin was slowly kneaded into pieces by Magnus' power in a deep unconscious whisper.

None of this is an illusion.

The screams and wails that Magnus heard were the last screams for help that Cozot made when he was crushed to death.

The bursts of blood that Magnus felt were exactly the bursts of blood that burst out when Cozot was crushed into pieces by him.

When Magnus roared the words "Of course", the power in his body expanded uncontrollably, completely ending the life of this poor Thousand Sons warrior.

Morgan took a step back slightly, and she began to wonder what the original state was now.

And in the dead silence, even the slightest sound is enough to disturb Magnus.

The Primarch raised his head. His face was completely occupied by pain and confusion. His eyes were trembling as he looked at his hands and the endless blood of his descendants.

"What should I do...what's going on...what should I do..."

Morgan held her scepter, and she only felt an unimaginable dangerous aura coming from the Primarch in front of her.

Magnus's eyes seemed to be awakened by the blood and bones on his hands. He seemed to realize what he was doing, so when his eyes slowly moved to Morgan.

Morgan only felt it in those huge, desolate pupils...

Killing intent.

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Magnus wanted to kill her.

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"What's going on... what should I do... what's going on... what should I do?"

Magnus slowly raised his hand, with unimaginable psychic power roaring on it. He kept talking to himself, as if questioning himself, and seemed to be questioning Morgan.

At this moment, facing the original body's deadly attack preparations, Morgan's heart was only occupied by an unimaginable cold thought.

She used her own power to usurp the depths of the other person's heart. She used this power to become a once-in-a-lifetime confidant and confidant in front of Perturabo.

But now, after seeing clearly Magnus's heart, Morgan's pupils no longer had any fear.

She spoke.

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【Then forget it. 】

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"…………"

【……】

"……What?"

[I said, just forget it. 】

Morgan stepped forward firmly and arrogantly, which only made the Primarch hesitate.

[Forget it, forget this thing. 】

She took hold of Magnus's arm and pressed it down slowly but unmistakably.

[You don’t need to feel guilty, you don’t need to be responsible. No matter what happens, it’s not your fault, it’s not your original intention or thought. 】

"You can forget it, you can throw it away, you can put it away - of course you can. 】

【this is not your fault. 】

[Magnus, this is not your fault. 】

【It’s not your fault. 】

Morgan's voice was very soft, but it carried an almost tough guidance. One of her arms slowly suppressed the psychic energy of Magnus's fingertips, while the other was on the broad back and neck of the Primarch. Wander.

[Relax, forget about it, let the blood on your hands cease to exist. They have nothing to do with you. You know nothing and remember nothing. You lost a son of the Legion and he was involved in the subspace. among the endless waves. 】

【It's none of your business. 】

"Yeah... it's none of my business."

"I...did nothing wrong."

[Of course you did nothing wrong, you didn't do anything wrong. It was just an illusion, just a haze accumulated by non-existent nightmares. 】

Morgan repeated her words, and she began to see an illusory figure staggering around Magnus, as if it was an engraved, virtual Magnus.

It was the soul of the Primarch, and it was clear that his soul was not better protected when his will was so fragile and wavering.

"But...but the flesh and blood mutated..."

[That will work out, right? 】

[You still have time, you still have a chance, there is no need to be so anxious now, it is not the last moment yet. 】

[Leave it to the future, you will find a way. 】

"Yes, I will find a way in the future."

"Leave it to the future, leave it to the Great Expedition, I will find a solution..."

"I still have time..."

Magnus muttered to himself. He might not have listened to more of Morgan's words at all. He simply grasped the one or two words he needed.

Like an alcoholic who refuses to welcome something, he just needs a valid reason to take the first sip.

When Magnus got this reason, he almost immediately started talking to himself more, comforting himself and enjoying the future, just like he had done before: let it all start from his Vanished from memory, uses his psychic powers to do this.

Of course he can.

The Primarch was gradually immersed in his own persuasion, while Morgan looked at other things.

Magnus' soul.

She reached out her hand, first touched it cautiously, and then slightly extracted some. Then, she heard crying, and saw the original gene trembling and falling down, muttering to herself that she had solved the flesh and blood mutation. great deeds.

She knew that when Magnus woke up again, he would know nothing and he would run away from the problem again, just like he had done before.

He will escape again and again until the problem becomes an inescapable nightmare.

But what does that have to do with her?

Morgan just raised his staff high and slowly extended a sharp blade from the end of the staff.

Then she swung it down mercilessly.