Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana
Chapter 281: The ear and the temples rub together
With the extermination war against the psionic species of Osiris ending with the complete victory of the Human Empire, many military operations of the Ultramarines and Dawnbreakers on the southern frontier of the galaxy finally came to an end.
After all, this war did not cause more waves: except for Guilliman and his descendants, Osiris's genocide brought more pleasure in revenge, this race actually has no more outstanding features. It is not worthy of the empire to remember its name.
For the current human empire, it is annihilating thousands of such alien races in different galaxies in the Milky Way every moment, regardless of whether they have the ability to harm humans or their past, they are just Their existence is enough to cause the army of the Lord of Mankind to mercilessly bring down the gospel of destruction.
Maybe Osiris is indeed a powerful race, and maybe in the future, they may indeed use their strength and ruthlessness to leave a mark on the galaxy, but these are meaningless to the current Empire and Terra. , in the face of the tireless destructive army of the Lord of Mankind, the psionic species are no different from countless civilizations in the galaxy. They are destined to be destroyed by the Emperor's war machine. They are destined to use their own bones to die. Come and lay the foundation for the great renaissance of human civilization.
Even if it were not the two legions of the Ultramarines and the Dawnbreakers, there would be other expeditionary fleets to destroy this race: because in the Emperor's dream of the future, of course there is no place for these abominable aliens, their only value is to turn into a Spread the dried blood and mud, allowing the Emperor's servants to step on it and sing the praises of their great lord for all eternity.
The Lord of Humanity is entrenched on His eternal glorious throne, using the endless evil thoughts and otherworldly power in His soul to constantly weave terrible plots to subvert all civilizations in the galaxy. He is the obsession in the hearts of all civilizations. and fear, because the killing intention on the throne is so boiling and thick, enough to swallow up all hopes and dreams, anger and strife, love and hatred, until everything surrenders to the deep palace In between, the monotonous voice of grand plans and great undertakings echoes constantly.
But before that, the human empire, this all-devouring war machine, will never stop its pace. One after another, cold-blooded and ruthless orders will continue to be issued from the noble palace of Holy Terra, urging the emperor's subordinates to be without mercy. Wuxi's army continues to advance until humanity is able to destroy everything in the galaxy.
…
[Or devour them. 】
On the silver-white throne, the Queen of Avalon whispered softly.
She crossed her legs, a little absent-mindedly. Her snow-white catkins and thin shoulders complemented each other at a lazy angle. The posture of leaning on the throne was not so much that of sitting upright, but rather that of a reserved posture. Lying down, it seemed that the only reason for her to stay seated was her slender wrist lazily leaning on one of the armrests.
The Spider Queen's hair now exists in a state of juxtaposition of seriousness and looseness. They are simply bound, but they can still be scattered randomly around the throne, shadowily wrapping the lazy princess, and Against the background of these snow-white vines, the gauze skirt decorated with the sky and night seems to be a bit neglectful of its duties, until the crossed legs continue to knead these expensive indigo silks, turning them into mysterious mountains. The lines cover the white underbelly behind them, and the strange and disorderly light flashes from time to time.
There was an aura of psychic energy emanating from it.
The Queen of Genes yawned lazily. She nestled deeply on her throne, enjoying the leisure that no one could see. Her narrow eyes were becoming increasingly depressed under the continuous caress between her eyebrows. In the past, The fearsome blue abyss turned into a pool of friendly clear spring water, and even a few strands of silver hair stained the cheeks on both sides without even realizing it.
She left almost all her strength on the arm that was holding her head, while the other arm was so buoyant that it stayed in mid-air, constantly changing, vaguely between those pale nails. A sound similar to the flipping of a coin can be heard.
Morgan listened to these sounds. She seemed to be asleep, but she didn't seem to be. The mother of genes just nested there, her slender eyelashes almost closing immediately, leaving only the last glimmer of brightness, accompanying her. The faint snoring in the chest sang a drowsy soothing song together.
She sat there with her head lowered, maintaining a kind of silence and stillness like a Venus statue. Only the two turbulent hemispheres on her chest rose and fell together, destroying this quietness, and under her feet , beside her, in this world that she calls lonely and lonely, everything at this moment is accompanied by her breath, falling into a kind of sacred sleep.
But soon, there was a sound of leather boots that was not heavy but clear enough, along with the aroma of the piled delicacies, breaking the gene queen's sleep. This reckless intruder came from the back door of the throne room. After walking out, he came to Morgan's side with ease.
[Virgo] pushed her dining cart. After realizing that her creator seemed to be indulging in a nap, she tilted her head and picked up a plate of fruit from the dining cart, which was filled with the freshest apples, pears and green grapes. .
The maid of the original body held the plate of precious fruits specially sent from the heavenly world with one hand, while the other hand easily grabbed an empty space on the armrest of the throne and dragged her entire body to the throne. Then he picked up the freshest bunch of grapes and slowly moved them in front of the Spider Queen.
"The grapes you asked for, my lord."
She was familiar with the road, and it looked like this was not the first time she had done this.
The original body did not reply, but responded with a lingering hum. She smelled the sweetness in the air carefully, raised her face slightly, opened her two pale lips, and accurately grasped the bottom The one he picked up, rolled his tongue lightly, then put it into his mouth, and started chewing slowly.
The Primarch ate very slowly, and Virgo waited patiently. Only after a whole bunch of green fruit pellets fell into the Spider Queen's belly bag that seemed never to be filled, did the Primarch's maid put down the fruit plate. While squeezing his master's sore shoulders, he looked at Morgan with strange eyes as he shrank back again.
"Are you feeling unwell, my lord?"
[No...I'm just resting...I'm a little tired, my Aniya. 】
The primarch's response was fitful, with waves of sleepy delays.
"But you just swallowed so many alien souls. Theoretically speaking, your energy should be very full now. At least you should be more active than usual."
[Because they are simply not enough, not even a drop in the bucket. 】
The original body yawned, and she showed her free hand to her maid. As her pale fingers continued to turn, the sound of the coin colliding was clearly transmitted to the air message receiver of Virgo, but her visual array was not No coin-like objects were captured.
"What is this, my lord?"
[Coin, an invisible subspace coin, has no price and no mark, but it does have a value that is enough to make the creatures in the subspace crazy. 】
The Spider Queen laughed as she casually introduced this unintentional creation.
[I harvested countless souls in the war with Osiris, but classifying them separately is undoubtedly a troublesome and low-return task, so I finally chose this tricky method. 】
[Each coin is a total of ten thousand alien souls, and depending on their strength and soul strength, the value of these coins will also fluctuate. 】
"Are you going to buy anything with them?"
[No, it’s just a group of consumables. 】
Having said this, the original gene yawned again, and her slightly opened eyebrows showed obvious fatigue, as if she had just consumed all her energy in some extremely difficult undertaking.
"Consumables?"
[Yes, Anya. 】
[Do you still remember the weapon my genetic father gave me? 】
"Are you ready to start refining it?"
[It’s still early. The souls of the entire Osiris race can only support me to ignite a pile of real flames in my heart that only belong to me: not to mention how long it will take for this pile of flames to refine metal. , just to keep this pile of flames burning, an astronomical number of souls are needed to support it. 】
【……】
[Maybe I should think of a way to find a few people to help me work. 】
"...I have a question, sir."
【Just ask. 】
"Since your [Flame] exists in your own spiritual world, why do you expend so much energy, even devouring an entire psychic race as raw material, to ignite it?"
Virgo's question was sincere, but the smile that appeared from the corner of Morgan's mouth after hearing the words was bitter.
[Have you forgotten that there are still three tenants in debt in my heart? 】
"...I thought their effect on you was already very weak, my lord?"
Morgan opened her eyes, and her ruthless vision swept across Virgo, causing the latter to shrink its neck. The Spider Queen looked at her creation seriously, and after a long time, she sighed.
[Although you are my creation, even though you are actually another me who is not complete with me, I still cannot expect that you can completely empathize with me. 】
There was coldness in her pupils.
[They never disappeared, my innocent Anya, they just fell into temporary silence, like three sleeping dragons, showing a rather false harmony and ease. , nothing more. 】
[Because now is the Great Crusade, because now is the only glorious moment before everything is destroyed, because victory and conquest are the main themes now, so they have temporarily restrained their minions and no longer engage in meaningless fights with each other. conflict, content with the lands cut off in my heart: because neither they nor I can shake more territorial changes in a short period of time. Instead of continuing to engage in meaningless battles, it is better to recuperate and wait for the end. of that war. 】
[To put it simply: this is not peace, this is just a truce for one hundred and twenty years. 】
[Those god-like beings have fallen into peace in my mind, and they no longer torture me with the most terrible pain: That’s why you see my relaxed appearance now, and I occasionally indulge in it myself, Deceiving yourself into thinking you can live happily ever after. 】
[In fact, such fantasies are indeed very tempting to me. When I see my children and armies bowing to me, I will forget the abyss that exists in my heart. 】
[But sometimes, I have to remember: they are just sleeping, they just have no time to care about anything else, and they will eventually return to my heart again to compete for my soul and destiny. 】
[So, before that, I need to be prepared. 】
"Like, this new fire you started with coins?"
[Yes, it exists in the wasteland outside the three parties. It is the only land I can live in. I suspended it at the top of my abyss and used millions of souls to awaken the fire. And waiting for it to eat up the fuel I left behind and grow: this may take a while. 】
"how long?"
[Now that we have completed our operations in the southern part of the galaxy and said goodbye to our Ultramar brother: then when we return to Avalon, we will clean up the remnants in the darkness outside the territory, and by the way, After harvesting a round of souls, this flame will almost take shape, and by then, I should have saved enough new piles of coins. 】
[At that time, I can officially start my forging plan. 】
"Then those...existences in your heart won't interfere?"
【They won’t. 】
[They enjoy this, each of them thinks they can benefit from my forging, and I believe this is also the reason why they chose a temporary truce: each of them has something they want me to do, if If my mind remains a battlefield of chaos, then I am destined to be unable to act in accordance with their wishes. 】
[So, they gave me a hundred years of dreams of nothingness, making me look like the most ordinary mortal today: this kind of false gift is the best trick of the gods, and it is also my favorite gift. 】
"……like the most?"
[Yes, because I know why this quiet time as a gift exists, who gave it to me, and when and for what reason it will be taken back: Exactly It is because I understand these important elements that I now dare to enjoy this tranquility with confidence and boldness. 】
[Although, it is just a short and false dream. 】
Morgan closed her eyes, and she seemed to be in a state of rest again: but no one knew, not even the closest Virgo, what kind of torture the Primarch's rest was.
There are some things that Morgan is destined not to say to Virgo: that's not necessary.
Closing her eyes, some broken memories poured in like water, along with the accustomed tingling deep in her heart, constantly reminding the Spider Queen of what she saw when she chose to ignite that flame. .
What she saw: erosion, and pain.
That was the erosion of the gods, that was the pain that belonged to her.
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In a sense, Morgan actually lied to her Virgo: thanks to the fact that the Star Maid Unit 1 was not a warp-oriented type from the beginning, the Primarch's little confidant did not see through her lie. .
Fundamentally speaking, the Spider Queen has not fallen into true tranquility at all, otherwise she would not need to regularly visit the Queen of Commorragh who is hidden in her golden house: but then again, the Queen of the Arena is in The slight moan that leaked out when the soul was bitten away was indeed a beautiful piece of music that was enough to make people indulge in it, attracting the Lord of the Second Legion to stay for a while longer.
Of course, this is not enough to ease the pain in the Gene Queen's heart: happiness will never be the source of eradicating pain, perhaps only the purest hatred can do this.
Morgan's heart was actually not at peace.
Just like the eternal game in the sea of souls, the competition between the gods will never stop in the literal sense. Even though their consciousnesses may have avoided each other, their consciousness has been wrested from the turbulence of emotions and thoughts. The power they come from is far from being completely controllable by them: even if they are gods.
And this is also clearly demonstrated in the Spider Queen's heart: although the three palaces symbolizing supreme power in Morgan's heart have fallen asleep, even though she is even used to those voices no longer lingering around her. There is tranquility in the ears, but beneath this seemingly temporary appearance of harmonious coexistence, there are still countless boiling flames of viciousness.
And in those wastelands that symbolize Morgan's spiritual world, in the shadows of the three gods as powerful as the gods, the battle is far from over: the flames and storms of different colors symbolize the masters they are loyal to, and continue to fight on countless fragmented battlefields. Fighting: The originally magnificent three-party battle has turned into a tug-of-war on thousands of small battlefields. Although there is no shock of the powerful collision between the gods, this completely chaotic death battle has an uninterrupted atmosphere. Savagery and violence tortured Morgan's soul in a rougher and longer way.
After all, every piece of land ravaged by these unconscious flames and storms is the heart and consciousness possessed by the Spider Queen, and is the spiritual world where she truly exists.
But for Morgan, this is an improvement worth tolerating after all: originally, the wrestling between the three gods was like three sharp blades constantly cutting her soul, and then snatching the pile they occupied. Such a grand Every blow from the conquest was enough to bring horrific pain to the Spider Queen.
But now, the three sharp blades disappeared, replaced by overwhelming insects, constantly scratching her land with their sharp tentacles, and using their conflicting mouthparts to cause disturbing shocks in her heart: Although such damage is the same, It's annoying, but compared to the terrifying size of the Primarch, these subspace aftermaths that have no self-awareness are too small. Even if their numbers are overwhelming, they are not enough to cause more damage to Morgan. Troubled.
Compared with the sharp blades the size of three galaxies, the bites and claws of countless insects are a kind of insignificant damage: at least this is what the Spider Queen herself thinks. After the initial depression, she seems to be able to adapt to her heart perfectly. There are thousands of swarms of insects in it all the time, adapting to the dense wounds caused by the billions of carapace rampaging on the land of one's soul.
What's more, she has regarded all this as the background of a certain peaceful state of mind: although countless flames and storms continue to ravage her soul like a never-ending rainstorm, she has been able to regard these tortures as a A small scene of gentle breeze and drizzle.
She had grown accustomed to them, even equating them with true tranquility.
Therefore, many times, Morgan seems to be a little too happy: this is not because the torture and pain she suffered has disappeared, but because her definition of pain has improved rapidly over the years, except for those gods. It seems that no other means can make her troubled and confused.
In short, the Primarch seemed to have entered a semi-eternal state of sage: and she felt that this state was not bad enough that she should keep it long enough to continue to maintain this self-deceptive and happy mentality.
And in this kind of happiness that is more or less painful, the Primarch can calmly allocate her energy, think about the important things she needs to care about in the real universe, and plan what she wants from countless futures. The greatest benefits that can be obtained.
At this time, her maid will become her assistant who talks about everything. When Virgo opens her own Minerva array and sorts the agenda of the Primarch stored in her to be considered, Morgan's thinking It can even run at top speed.
[Which is the highest level agenda? 】
"Vashtor, the Discord Engine, and the heart of plague stored in the stasis field."
[That heart of plague, has anything happened recently? 】
"No, it's quiet."
【Quietness may not be a good thing. 】
"What do you plan to do with these things, my lord, collect them as quickly as possible?"
[No, my Anya. 】
[If I collect these three artifacts as quickly as possible, then the biggest beneficiary will only be my genetic father, and I will get nothing: If the emperor is in a good mood, maybe He will reward me with some scraps for this, but is there anything else in his hand that can attract me? 】
【No. 】
[But then again: I am slightly interested in the things called the Golden Throne and Black Glaze in Heydrich's memory. Unfortunately, even Heydrich doesn't know much about this knowledge. For example, he has made few achievements in the Internet field. 】
[Our genetic father is hiding many things from us after all. 】
[On the contrary, these subspace artifacts, such as the Tuchulcha engine hidden in my territory, if I can master them for a while in the name of mission, then the hidden benefits to me will be difficult to Rich imagination. 】
Virgo blinked.
"I think I need to remind you: with the importance the Emperor attaches to these things, it is very likely that he will not be able to tolerate your tricks. That is to say, even if you master these things privately, you cannot master them for too long, otherwise there will be great dangers. Might attract the army of Holy Terra."
[I know, I have no doubt that my father is ruthless in this regard. In his heart, I am definitely not as important as the so-called network channel. I even doubt that if he could get the so-called network channel, he would not Will sacrifice all Primarchs without hesitation. 】
"Do you already regard yourself and your blood relatives as a collective?"
【……】
【This is just a fact. 】
Morgan waved her hand, and it took her a while to think carefully before she seemed to link some seemingly unrelated things into an answer that was enough to benefit her.
[Open your Minerva Array, my Virgo, and help me search for the recent reports of my Legion’s Internal Affairs Department. I need a few volumes of them, and I have an impression of them. 】
"As of now, the Legion Internal Affairs Department has twenty-six teams conducting shadow operations outside the Legion. Nine of them are operating in Avalon, and the rest are scattered throughout the galaxy: Which one do you want to check, sir? ?”
[Team 11, I remember their mission was to explore the Blackstone Fortress? 】
"Yes, my lord, indeed."
"You sent this team about fourteen Terran standard months ago to the western part of the Obscure Sector, where the Empire has not yet established complete rule, to search for those legendary ancient relics: some members of the team were found in thirty-two Terra Returning before Standard Day, you received them personally.”
"According to their report, they did find the mission target somewhere in the northwest of the Obscurity Star Territory. There are six in total, and the appearance is exactly the same as you described: but they also mentioned that the size of these fortresses is too large, I'm afraid Warp navigation is difficult, and they are too far from Avalon to make fully covert transport possible."
"Also, the star field is not under the control of the empire at this time. Several forge worlds that control there are still negotiating with Terra, but they seem to be equally ignorant of the existence of these fortresses: in the end, out of To be on the safe side, half of the team members stayed on the ground to continue searching for clues, while the remaining half returned to the legion to report the situation.”
"This is all the report about Team 11 of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Sir, they did sneak into one of the fortresses, but found that it seemed to be in a dormant state and required a specific prop to be activated."
"But they also mentioned: These Blackstone Fortresses are indeed invincible ace weapons in naval battles. Perhaps only the Phalanx can rival them. In the report, the team believed that you and the Second Legion must master them no matter what. This kind of power."
[Or let the emperor control it? 】
"..."
"They did not mention this in their report, sir."
【……very good. 】
[That makes sense, doesn't it: I used to worry about how to transport these powerful creations to Avalon, but now this seems to be solved: let's look forward to the power of the Tuchulcha engine, hope it really It's as magical as the rumors describe. 】
"Are you going to use the Tuchulcha engine to transport the Blackstone Fortress to Avalon?"
[Although I don’t know if I can use them, but I am very sure of one thing: I would rather put them as scenic spots in my star field than let others control things like this. they. 】
"A wise thought, my lord."
[Then, other things. 】
"Lord Luther's surgery, and the plan to put Primaris technology into production."
[Luthor's surgery will start as soon as I return to Avalon. As for the Primaris...]
The Primarch had a headache and rubbed the corners of his eyebrows.
[Let’s wait until I increase the damn success rate to 100%. I don’t want these soldiers who have lived on the battlefield for dozens or hundreds of years to die on the operating table without any reason. 】
"I think this is related to your greed: you increased the steps of the Primaris surgery from the original three enhancements to six enhancements, which caused the already perfect transformation success rate to suddenly drop."
[Since they are all enhancements, they must be enhanced to be better: and I actually have a lot of new ideas that I have not added. Some of the ideas of Heydrich and even the Emperor are too scary in my opinion. , I don’t want to really drive a group of flesh and blood machines. 】
"In other words, do you indeed have the technology to create a group of flesh and blood machines, sir?"
【……】
[From a utilitarian point of view, your emotional array is completely unnecessary. It is a creation whose cost cannot be recovered: but I still retain it and even strengthen it, because I do not intend to harvest a truly heartless creation, because I Prepare for you to inherit my shadow, part of my noble soul. 】
"..."
"It seems that there are still some things that I have not succeeded in inheriting, my lord: such as your precious shamelessness and your guilt-free words."
[Yes, this is the most pity: these are the two most valuable parts of my noble soul. I really feel sorry for you, my Aniya. 】
"..."
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
Morgan snorted and ravaged Ania's delicate hair into a pile of grass with revenge. She could clearly grasp that her little maid was gradually mastering emotions, because all this was in her plan. After all, one of her first settings for Virgo was to be a trustworthy confidant.
Of course, this change also seems to contain some unexpected circumstances: for example, as time goes on, Virgo's dependence on her creator is also increasing day by day, although she has already transferred her genes the moment she regained life. The Primarch had done the only thing in the galaxy that needed attention, but apparently her focus on the Primarch was growing lately.
An obvious example is: Morgan, who originally would do housework to maintain a sense of hard work in his heart, unknowingly seems to have not done housework for a long time. Virgo behaves in an extraordinary way. Energy monopolized all the housework, forcing the leader of the Second Legion to take another big step forward on the road to decadence.
…
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So cool.
When she saw through this, the Spider Queen couldn't help but feel proud, and she also felt a strange thought: According to the actual situation, is she indulging and taking care of herself?
It feels like a philosophical question...
…
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, her Virgo constellation is so useful anyway, if she has that time, she might as well think about other things.
[Next topic, Aniya. 】
"Understood, my lord."
Virgo put the cut fruit into her creator's mouth and wiped the water stains from the corners of Morgan's mouth. Her pupils flashed with endless data streams, and she accurately found the target.
"The third most important topic..."
"Well...according to the words you recorded at the time: that bastard in the stasis field."
【……】
[Is that what I said at the time? 】
"Those are the exact words, my lord."
【……】
[I am much more polite than I imagined now. Sure enough, my biggest shortcoming is that I am too kind-hearted, and I am easily bullied by others. 】
"..."
Virgo blinked, and she tried very hard to ignore the slightly inappropriate words in the Creator's words.
"What do you plan to do with him, my lord?"
Morgan was quiet for a while. She seemed to be thinking with her face tilted. Her closed eyes were covered by delicate and tight eyelashes, covering all her thoughts so that no one could see them: not even Virgo.
And when Virgo realized this, she was even a little upset.
At this moment, the Spider Queen opened her eyes, her pupils already clear.
[My blood brother has indeed caused me a lot of trouble: but all that is destined to be a thing of the past. I have figured out how to deal with him. This is not a complicated method, even if If it fails, there will be no more losses. 】
"Sounds good, my lord, what are you going to do?"
【Very simple. 】
[Conrad’s problem is ultimately not complicated: it is just a question of education. 】
[A re-education, a long and effective re-education, is enough. 】
"So, when do you plan to...re-educate him?"
【……】
【from now on. 】
Hey hey hey, it’s time to recommend a book again. Today I’m recommending a new book that has just been put on the shelves. The author’s writing and style are very good and it’s worth a read.
To put it simply, this book is about... the rather complicated... parent-child relationship between the protagonist (the adoptive father of the ruffian boss), Perturabo and the Emperor.
Anyway, let's celebrate that the Primarchs finally have another expensive adoptive father! This is the time to sing!
(Originally, I wanted to write about primarchs after finishing this book, but now it seems that I have to change my mind, because there are no longer enough primarchs... Yabai! It’s hard to come up with ideas for a new book!)
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