Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The so-called [Soul of Magnus] is actually a very interesting thing.

It wasn't until Morgan actually wielded the blade that she discovered what an interesting spiritual kingdom her theoretical brother possessed:

Magnus's soul is split. It is not a complete whole, but countless fragmented individuals stitched together on a huge body called [Scarlet King Magnus], making it look like one The huge, powerful and solid thing supported the soul and spiritual world of a Primarch.

The connection between the subject and the individual is not strong. On the contrary, the cracks between them are clearly visible to the naked eye. Morgan can even see clearly that every fragment of the soul, regardless of size or importance, has its own Logic and thinking.

There are differences and differences between them, but there is no so-called master-servant relationship. Each unique individual seems to be able to maintain its own existence without being separated from the subject.

In other words, this seemingly powerful and solid complete soul is actually neither powerful nor solid, nor can it even be called complete. It seems to be born to wait for the moment when Magnus is knocked down. The soul fragments can be dispersed legitimately.

To put it more simply, Magnus, the Primarch with the most spiritual power in theory, from a spiritual perspective... is actually a man waiting to die.

Morgan suddenly wanted to laugh.

But after a brief smile, a terrible chill spread throughout her body.

Magnus, a majestic Primarch, one of the most noble and powerful figures in the entire empire, what exactly is his future planned to be like, and he doesn’t even need a [complete soul].

And as her eyes wandered over Magnus's many souls, this bone-chilling chill deepened.

[The Scarlet King], the real Magnus, the largest and most powerful entity.

[Agru], warrior, symbolizes the side of Magnus that can wield curved blades and power.

[Nikea], betrayal, on which Magnus's willful actions and tragic end are woven.

[Holy Terra], virtue, is the noblest character and loyalty as far as the eye can see, and its advice is always calm and rational.

[Cadmus], exploration and tracing, the ultimate embodiment of Magnus' exploration of countless lost knowledge under the guidance of his instinct.

[Prospero], she could not see what the fragment represented, but she saw a fragment of a bearded warrior deep in thought in it.

[Ahriman], there is nothing here but countless screaming faces.

Looking at the names floating in front of her, as well as the use and future of each fragment that her mind could detect, Morgan even had an illusion: she seemed to be standing in front of a feudal lord's dining table, and in her Under the blade is a wild boar that has just been hunted. In the non-existent cup-changing process, she can cut the piece she likes according to fatness and nutrition.

The only problem is that the [wild boar] in front of her is her kind.

So what is she?

This was a philosophical question that apparently hadn't been given more time to think about, because the real Magnus looked like he was about to wake up.

At this urging, Morgan's blade finally pointed at a part of the Primarch's soul.

[Calimaus] symbolizes the manipulation, changes and secrets that Magnus possesses and encounters. Even for a Primarch, this is a [great supplement] in relevant aspects.

Compared with the souls of ordinary people and aliens, even a small part of the soul of the original gene is a huge thing that must be stabilized with both hands. After getting what he wanted, Morgan turned around and left without hesitation. She was not worried at all about whether Magnus would have other problems after waking up, because when she did all this, the long laughter never disappeared.

The weird evil god has not left. Obviously, he will take care of everything.

Looking at Cozot's remains and armor that had disappeared unknowingly, and even Magnus's hands that had become clean again, Morgan felt the chill in his heart and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

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Everything that follows seems natural.

After trudging for an unknown amount of time in the boundless ocean, Ahriman and his party suddenly discovered some new traces. At the insistence of Captain Thousand Sons, they continued to explore along these traces.

Finally, in a subspace ruin that had been completely destroyed by the storm, Ahriman discovered Morgan: scarred and dying. If Ahriman and Atharva hadn't rescued him in time, they would undoubtedly have lost this outstanding mortal. consultant.

But the matter did not end there. In the following time, the group of people did not know how long they were searching in the vast ocean. It was not until Ahriman felt that they had been lost for a whole month that Magnus' aura finally took the initiative. and found his heirs.

The reunion between father and son was gratifying, although the Primarch brought a tragedy: while searching for Ahriman and his party, Magnus accidentally discovered a portal in the warp that suddenly appeared and disappeared. The Primarch originally just glanced at it casually, but found that one of his descendants was actually involved there.

The poor Thousand Sons were suddenly blown to the center of the vast ocean, and swept away by the violent storm. It was unknown which period of time and space he would be pulled into, and even the Primarch could not trace it back to him.

It was only then that Ahriman sadly mentioned Cozot's sudden disappearance: Obviously, the two things were connected, and the poor Thousand Sons warrior Cozot had become the source of the weird infinite waves of the subspace. Another victim, the Primarch and his descendants lamented the fate of their flesh and blood, and the uncertainty of this ancient land.

When Magnus told his story about the warp portal vividly, Morgan even carefully observed the true thoughts of the original body: she had to admit that no matter whether Magnus had deceived him or not, He has killed himself, or his memory has been distorted by the evil god. The Primarch really believes his story.

Magnus was truly convinced that Cozot's death had nothing to do with him, and the so-called conversation with the weird god, his own despair and pleading, and even the brief question and answer with Morgan, had completely changed from the Primarch's. Disappeared in the memory. In Magnus's perception, he was still the father who saved the Legion. Although this subspace exploration had twists and turns, everything was still under control.

Morgan couldn't even be sure whether this was the work of the evil god or whether Magnus had really deceived him.

If it's the former, that's interesting.

And if it's the latter...

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That would be more interesting.

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"Despite this, our exploration with our father did not stop. We finally succeeded in finding an ancient and safe subspace remains, and found an exquisite healing technique there, which was enough to heal Atava and their soul wounds. .”

"And Morgan, after our father learned that method, he cured Morgan's injury with just a touch."

"But mortals are different from us after all. She still needs to stay in her room to recuperate."

"Isn't this a normal thing?"

Phossis listened to Ahriman's story and did not forget to sway his wine glass leisurely.

"Although you have been wandering for a very long time in your personal senses, the actual situation is that Father and you have only sublimated three Terran standard days. This illusion of time is one of the signs of subspace. , As for Morgan...ha, I admit that she is very capable, but these things are still beyond her capabilities."

"She may be able to perform well at work and in battle - I will not slander her excellence, Ahriman, I have fought alongside her, but as a mortal, the fundamental gap between her and us Astartes cannot be erased. Except."

"Mortals will be mortals."

Ahriman sipped the wine he had brewed by his own hands and did not refute Forsyth's remarks. After being quiet for a while, he decided to talk about work.

"What happened these days?"

"It's nothing. The Iron Warriors haven't left yet. It is said that Lord Perturabo has some things that he wants to talk to our father about again. As for his sons, they are holding a selection. They are in the dead silence next to the Dawn Star. There is a live-fire exercise going on in the world, and even air power and heavy weapons are used, and it is said that many people have been beaten into the infirmary.”

"Selection?"

"Yes, they are selecting members of the detachment and deciding who will support the war in the northeastern region of the Galaxy. You know, Ahriman, the Emperor has ordered most of the legions to send people to support there. Even we need it. Send some people there, except for the Luna Wolves and Ultramarines, they are on vacation in the west of the galaxy~"

"Northeastern part of the Galaxy..."

Ahriman pondered these words.

"Is the First Legion unable to hold on any longer?"

"Those Dark Angels did not directly ask for help, but the Fifth Legion and the Nineteenth Legion expressed that their defense lines were under great pressure, and Leman Russ's Sixth Legion, those barbarians, they were just behind everyone's ears. Someone yelling from the side that the pressure is too much and reinforcements are needed.”

"And then again, it is said that the war situation in the eastern part of the Galaxy is indeed not optimistic. Several permanent fortress worlds have been lost on the front line, and even the Titan Legion and the expedition fleet were completely destroyed in the battle."

"It's just an alien force. There's no need to be so exaggerated. It's not a huge green-skinned empire."

"Anyway, in their mouths..."

Forsythe took another sip of wine.

"That [Ran Dan] is much scarier than the green skin."

The so-called [Magnus’s soul is spliced] is my personal creation, but the names of these soul fragments and their functions were written by gw himself. They specifically appeared in Ahriman’s retrieval of various pieces for Magnus. That story of the soul.

Next, the story of Dawn Star is almost over. The next volume is about Ran Dan and Lion King Zhuang Sen...

Well, in every sense, this is a difficult copy.