Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

hunger.

pain.

This is the most intuitive feeling and the most destructive instinct. Even the newborn Primarch cannot always resist such crazy power.

She felt hungry.

There is also pain, pain coming from the brain, coming and going, annoying.

The dirty but extremely delicious soul named [Erebus] could not soothe the hole deep in her soul. Instead, it completely released the frozen rain like the first rain in early spring.

Hunger, the most primal instinct, kept roaring in her mind, demanding to be satisfied.

Morgan frowned.

In this roar, she clearly heard some distant laughter mixed with it. The laughter was neither male nor female, full of indelible flattery and hunger, like an evil sycophant mocking and being poisoned to death. king.

In the crazy laughter, she could still vaguely hear some low whispers, like a hypocritical mother lamenting her dedication and hard work, and legitimately demanding her surrender and joy.

And every second this laughter lasted, her hunger expanded, constantly destroying her sanity, and longing to turn her into some unspeakable beast.

She had to deal with it, at least find a way to suppress it temporarily.

【soul】

She could hear the voice longing for something, and this desire had become the best motivation at this moment, urging her to stagger away from the place, and finally walked towards the messy ruins of the battlefield.

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Under the bloody sunset of the wild world, Morgan was walking.

Even the craziest and most deviant artist in the galaxy probably cannot imagine such a scene:

A baby was walking in the dead cold wind. She was walking on the ancient battlefield like this, with a blazing new heart moving among countless bones, like a priest inspecting his temple.

In front of this bone priest, there are countless strange-shaped snow flakes, which seem to be wandering in the air accompanied by the shrill sound of wind, unwilling to melt for a long time.

But if you look more carefully, you will find that the carvings on these so-called [snow flakes] are not pure white, but countless screaming and twisted faces, each of which represents a soul who died in vain on the battlefield.

Some of them are pure white, like innocent guards, some are the opposite to the extreme black, exuding a chilling and violent atmosphere, and more are a mottled mixture of black and white - no matter what, they are now Just a helpless and resentful nothingness.

Thousands of twisted souls were floating in front of Morgan, spinning, wailing, and using unidentifiable language to curse and curse this extraordinary baby, because they died for her.

What a feast.

So, she stretched out her invisible hand, easily grabbed one, and carefully observed the sharp appearance and ferocious face on it.

Although her memory was still fragmented and vague, and there seemed to be some irresistible force preventing her from pursuing her past experiences, those innate knowledge reserves opened the door to her without hesitation: she glanced at the food she was about to enjoy. Delicious food, her mind automatically identified the owners of these souls:

They belong to some kind of [alien].

When she thought of [Aliens], an impulse filled with killing and destruction rippled through her heart. Along with this impulse, the pain in her mind became more intense, making her frown uncontrollably.

Suppressing these chaotic thoughts and temporarily blocking the distant laughter, Morgan closed his eyes and quietly threw the alien soul into his mouth.

The taste can only be said to be very weak, far less delicious than that [Erebus], but it can satisfy her hunger, and the pain in her mind seems to have eased a bit.

So, this is [No. 1]

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【14th】

【15th】

【16th】

Morgan licked the corners of his mouth.

She was sitting in the center of this ancient battlefield, clutching those delicious food called souls in her hands. At first, she just chewed and swallowed wantonly. After she was slightly full, she slowed down and began to carefully feel her lips and teeth. The taste of time.

The superhuman thinking ability of the Primarch was gradually unblocked and flowing with the continuous influx of energy. It took her a while to read and organize the thousands of memory fragments and chaotic knowledge in her brain one by one.

As her will became clearer, the soul of the Primarch could even briefly float away from her body and come to high altitudes. Relying on the excellent perspective here, Morgan began to observe the world she was in, and soon... I understood everything in front of me.

She looked around and saw only ruins, silence and desolation. The so-called civilization had turned into corpses and smoke, scattered across the vast land and among the burning woods.

This world was once full of life, until the weapons and malice brought by the war completely destroyed it. She tried her best to climb up and look far away, only to find the vague shadow of a village on the skyline, but it was also submerged in the thick smoke.

But that's none of her business. What she needs now is clothes that can cover her body, means to protect herself, and souls. More souls. She needs to eat as many of them as possible to relieve the pain in her brain. To satisfy endless hunger and gain more knowledge and power.

Unknown numbers of those clad in strange armor, who call themselves the Word Bearers, seek to harm her, and she must use whatever means available to protect herself.

【67th】

【68th】

【69th】

These alien souls are fragile and delicious. When she chews them handful by handful, she can extract the slightest hint of sweetness from them. Delicious snacks like this are now all over the sky, wandering among the layers of white bones. Above, there were the wails and screams before death.

After swallowing another stream of souls, Morgan moved her limbs and found that they could withstand running and throwing. So, she picked up a dagger from the crushed corpse, waved it twice, and began to move toward the bones. Advance in dense areas.

After a while, her body was already wrapped in a tailored piece of clothing and a few scattered gadgets. After satisfying her most basic sense of shame, she continued to eat.

【No.251】

【No.252】

【No.253】

Urged by instinct and hunger, she continued to devour those wailing souls until she could no longer count how many she had devoured, until a faint sound of temporary satisfaction came out of the ocean of consciousness, until her spirit finally The energy is replenished enough to discover the true gems in these souls.

Peeling back the wall of thousands of wailing bodies, Morgan discovered three interesting things.

They were three particularly huge souls. Compared with their miserable mud-like counterparts, they obviously maintained a similar shape to when they were alive. The two whiter ones were glaring at her, while the more sinful one could barely hide himself. of fear.

"We can talk."

As soon as the slave-like black alien spit out its begging for mercy, it was pierced by Morgan's fingertips without hesitation. She threw the howling guy into her mouth, only feeling that its taste was the same as that of Erreba. Si is the closest.

"You sinful beast!"

After witnessing this scene, the well-dressed white alien finally poured out a vicious curse.

"The Council of Prophets has known about your arrival for a long time. The greatest supreme prophets are trembling for your dark future. We have mobilized all guardians and rangers, fire dragons and howling banshees, and even powerful nether structures. !”

"This should have killed you, should have ended your humble and dirty life, and completely strangled your fate on the edge of these wild stars! If it weren't for these ignorant guys, these ignorant compatriots, and this damned The degenerate scum of Comoros! We did it a long time ago!"

"You are a lackey of the evil god, a puppet of tyranny, and a despicable beast. I know what you are relying on. You have become His servants and slaves just like those miserable races who have given up on themselves, for even a moment of happiness for your master. regardless of costs!"

"Our soldiers were only one step away from you until your master intervened. He saved you and made our souls your food!"

"Do you know His nature? Do you know your pathetic and ridiculous future? You..."

Its curse may have just begun, but Morgan's patience was already exhausted by the vague and hypocritical remarks. Her consciousness spread and flew like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the alien's body. The companions or guards wanted to resist with their lives, but the result was that the two screaming souls disappeared into Morgan's sea of ​​soul at the same time, and there was no sound again.

Hmm...it's sour.

Compared with the sweetness and deliciousness of Erebus and other dark souls, these strange, whiter souls are either bland or sour.

But they were indeed very effective. As the last sounds of these powerful aliens disappeared from Morgan's consciousness, she felt that the unbearable hunger disappeared and the severe pain in her mind gradually weakened. Eventually it got to a point where it was completely negligible.

Then the Primarch felt sleepy.

She raised her head and found that the sky was already covered with clouds. Soon, along with the unprecedented violent hurricane during the day, raindrops and hailstones of all sizes fell from the clouds, ruthlessly hitting the ground, destroying large areas. Corpses and jungle.

Obviously, this wild world does have a side just like its name.

But before that, the original body had returned to her own small world. This circular fortress made of metal and branches was still a reliable barrier, able to protect her body temperature in the cold night.

So, after confirming the safety around the habitat for the last time, Morgan quickly fell asleep. This time, no one should disturb her again.