Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Memories are like ice floes in the deep sea.

It is broken, cold, and sharp, and can easily cut through the false cover of reality, allowing the most ruthless, terrifying, and bloody everything to clearly appear in the mind that longs to escape, telling the despair with the biting low temperature dying whispers.

From another perspective, when a miserable person is addicted to the coldest ocean of reality and self-deception, all he can do is to hug tightly this floating ice that is like living torture. , preserving his sober will in the torture and pain, longing for salvation and miracles from the sky.

But miracles do not always happen, so people in the world often have to endure an extremely long period of pain about memory and the past: they have to endure the ridiculous mistakes they made when they were young, they have to remember the sad embarrassment they encountered when they were in decline, and they have to endure it over and over again. Repeating over and over again how I wasted my best time and years, and then continued to embrace a mediocre future with regret.

Of course, these are not the most desperate.

Buried in the deepest part of the cold memories is the terrifying joke brought about by fate: Even if you try your best, even if you risk everything, the irresistible external force erases all efforts like a joke and takes away the possibility. There is only one chance in a lifetime, leaving only a loser who is "unlucky enough".

The failure may not be due to a defect in ability, it may just be that the time has not arrived, or it may just be a lack of preparation, but the disaster strikes at this time, easily destroying everything that should be intact.

This is the cruelest and meanest thing about fate, and in this respect it treats all individuals alike.

Even the Primarch.

Especially the Primarch.

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Ice cold.

Morgan felt cold.

She knew very well that this was not the real temperature, but this did not prevent her from feeling the viciousness of the biting cold that lingered all over her body. They were beating at her skin and will, longing for a good meal.

She only felt that she was in a rather wonderful environment: she felt everything happening in front of her from the first perspective of the person involved, but on the other hand, she clearly knew that everything in front of her was not reality, but reality. It's part of her dusty, broken memory.

The soul usurped from Magnus is like a newly recovered key, unintentionally opening a once-locked part of Morgan's spiritual world. For someone who is not complete, This is of course a good thing, after all, it means that she has taken another visible step towards truly mastering herself.

However, not everything was within Morgan's expectation and control.

It's like opening a room that has been dusty for a long time. Although it can bring a wider space and some unexpected surprises, at the same time, the dust and haze in the room that has been dusty for a long time will also be out of control. Floats out and causes minor trouble.

Now, Morgan is in a little trouble.

As Magnus's psychic fragments loosened the three suppressed behemoths in her mind, countless small fragments began to pour out of the cracks. Most of them were part of Morgan's erased memories, just like being Like leaves pulled by the strong wind, they were scattered everywhere.

And when the silver-haired female official put these memory fragments together and assembled them, she was immediately sucked into this memory.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the rather closed room, the extremely dim lights, and the huge, glowing cultivation cabins. A tall golden figure walked among them, like a A king patrolling the territory, and behind him is a rickety black shadow.

They were talking, perhaps about Morgan.

[Do you think this is a success, Macado? 】

Facing the emperor's question, the posture of the palmer was a little strange. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he hesitated a few times, as if he was thinking about something.

"With all due respect, it is difficult to judge, my lord, because we do not have relevant experience and lessons, so we cannot judge whether what we did this time is good enough."

[...You are right, my palm bearer, but as of now, we can only choose this method, just like everything we do now, just like every test we will experience in the future. 】

[We are crossing the river by feeling the stones, walking in the rapid cold current, swaying, exhausted, and can only maintain stability by holding on to every rock under our feet, no matter what the next one is, whether it is sharp or smooth, whether it is Obstacles are still stepping stones, and all we can do is hold on to them, even if it makes our palms drip with blood, or even attracts scavengers in the turbulent flow, we must and can only do this. 】

[Because apart from that, there is nothing we can do. 】

【Just like now...】

Morgan could feel that they were walking in front of her, but through the thick cabin mirror, she could only see a blur of golden light and shadow. His outline was distorted by the light and lenses, and was covered with disorderly spikes. , exuding ruthless brilliance.

It's like a scorching sun reflected in the water.

But even if it is just a blurry shadow, it is so tall, terrifying, majestic, and invincible. The golden light shines into Morgan's eyes, but it casts a sky-high shadow that can make people despair.

The Emperor spoke and continued.

[Tell me, what should I do with her? 】

"..."

Malcador remained dead silent, because he had no right to answer this question and did not need to answer it. After all, this was just an emotional soliloquy from the emperor.

[This is not a multiple-choice question, is it? 】

[I know that I will encounter failure again and again. After all, our career is not a juggling act like conquest and domination. We are dancing with the craziest storms and usurping the only light; we are gambling with the most insidious gods. Fight and strive for impossible victory. 】

[And in our hands, we don’t even have some decent chips. I don’t even know how long the world is left for me, and whether there are unimaginable opponents on the other side of the distant void. 】

[I have no time to make careful calculations, no energy to count every penny, no plan to appease the people, and I don’t even have the confidence to declare the possibility of victory at any stage. 】

[I expected that the failure I would encounter may be a defeat on the battlefield, or it may be a forced compromise and showdown, or a rebellion, an unavoidable betrayal, the huge benefits and unfair distribution will make the most fanatical The most loyal soldiers raise the flag of rebellion, which is a matter of course. 】

[But I never expected that it would come so quickly and so funny. 】

[I shaped twenty swords, but the second one had rust marks that could not be cleaned. It was destined to be eroded by darkness. No matter how hard it struggled, no matter how much it resisted, its future was already doomed. 】

【She has been killed by fate. 】

[Became an embarrassing failure. 】

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What did Macha want to say.

But he didn't speak in the end.

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Morgan was speechless.

Morgan was unable to move.

Morgan was unable to express her dissatisfaction, her anger, her fear, her struggle. She was limited by the fragments of memory in this too small body, listening in vain to the conclusion of her genetic father, which was like a knife.

But this did not prevent the seeds of evil from taking root and sprouting in her will, growing like a savage hurricane. In this hatred, even the shadow of the Emperor seemed less daunting.

Even in her almost eternally dead heart, a weak, impulsive desire is growing strangely and tenaciously. It is the beacon of anger and resistance, which will one day become a prairie fire nightmare.

but not now.

Now, only the Emperor's voice echoed.

[But thinking about what we have done, Macado, the failure is not without merit, and a rusty knife will also have its miraculous effects. 】

[Wounds and bleeding are too common in this universe. It can't even kill any stubborn enough opponent, but a rotten blade can bring more surprises. It may be difficult to cut through a huge There are cracks and wounds, but every time it strikes, it brings indelible germs, full of surprises and drama. 】

[She is like this, of course we can use her like a rusty blade, we don’t even need to deliberately maintain it, and we don’t need to feed it with honor and victory like other troublesome works. 】

"Not all requires honor, my lord."

Finally, Makado spoke.

[Yes, not all of them need the so-called victory and glory. I designed this among those truly trustworthy individuals, such as No. 1, but what they want is even more excessive. 】

[They want trust, recognition, recognition and respect that no one knows, coming from the shadows and shared secrets. 】

[They are longing for something that has never existed in this galaxy. 】

[Sometimes, I would rather have more individuals like No. 2. After all, such works do not require me to pay more. Their fate is nothing more than slowly disappearing in the lonely starry sky. 】

[Just like her legion, her descendants are reliable and capable, and have completed their careers in the areas I planned, so I allow their existence. 】

【but……】

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The Emperor seemed to say something more, but Morgan could no longer hear clearly.

The fragments of memory stopped abruptly here, her vision gradually blurred, and her consciousness gradually fragmented, until she could no longer see the shining light and shadow clearly.

She was thrown into the darkness, like a drowning person in a hurry, struggling to adapt to the suddenly changed situation.

The spliced ​​memory fragments could no longer withstand Morgan's psychic energy. They fell apart again and slowly merged into Morgan's real world of consciousness, just like an overly rapid snowfall, countless snow-white The fragments slowly fell into Morgan's spiritual kingdom. They took root and became part of Morgan's thoughts.

The anonymous Primarch began to break free from his own thoughts and return to reality.

When Morgan opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her eye was the face of the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, who was neither sad nor happy.