Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Their emperor is dead.

Their empire is dead.

And their civilization is about to die.

The final executioner of the death penalty, the brutal army of the cold god, has arrived on their land.

Thugs ravaged prosperous towns, burned glorious banners, and relentless attacks eroded the last bastion of the empire: if it were not for the legacy of the Emperor and the weeping blood of the mother planet, the life of their race would have come to an end before sunset. .

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The end has come, and everything is over.

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The high priest stretched out his palm, and the sharp claws wrapped in gray robes, like the empire under his feet, had dried up to the point where they might fall at any time: sweet death may come in the next moment, and will Save it from the torture of reality and bring it to the great Emperor.

"..."

# Sigh #

But it does not dare to expect that scene, it does not dare to expect its own death: their empire has not yet fallen, it cannot die first, and it cannot abandon those warriors who are still fighting desperately outside the city wall, even though their resistance has long been It's meaningless anymore.

The Emperor was dead, he had died in the last war, and their Empire had gone with him: it was the Empire it had built, it was its gift to them, so when it When they left, they naturally couldn't grasp this great gift.

But the war is still going on, but the flames of war are still burning, but those monsters from the darkest territories are still holding high the golden eagle flag without blood and tears, eager to hunt down these losers who are no longer a threat. Go to the ends of the earth and chase them to the ends of the earth.

Humanity.

Daybreaker.

Dark Angel.

The Emperor's warriors.

Those monsters call themselves so.

They will be Randan's destroyers.

"..."

The high priest sat on the steps. It was breathing hard, feeling the life flowing from its old body, eroding its reason and mobility bit by bit, just like those outside the walls of the palace who claimed to be How the monsters of the Dark Angels are eroding their land.

It's dying: it knows that.

After all, long before the turn of fifty thousand days and nights, its lifespan had far exceeded Ran Dan's oldest age in history. It was the emperor's will and the power of heaven's life-extending surgery that delayed its life until now, leaving it in its mind. The endless subspace knowledge in them can continue to contribute to their common empire.

At that time, it accepted the gift willingly and was confident that it would create a contribution that was worth the money: everything was the best at that time, their empire was rising, their territories were expanded, and their empire was expanding. Every time day and night change, a new world will be captured by their warships and classified as a new border.

At that time, it occupied the third highest position in the entire empire, standing behind the Emperor and the Emperor's right hand: and it was the Emperor's left hand, the high priest of the empire, and the person whose monarch could predict future great deeds. Tools left behind, because the Emperor always said that their final battlefield would be in the subspace, in front of four terrifying wills that it could not even imagine now.

Thinking of this, the former powerful high priest couldn't help but raise his head and look at the long 999 steps behind it. After hesitating for a while, it took steps and began the extremely difficult climb. .

It climbed very slowly, and it could even be regarded as climbing. After losing the support from Emperor Ran Dan, the old body returned to exhaustion at an alarming speed. Even if it continued to maintain the sky-high price of life extension surgery, it could not restore this Stocks are in decline.

Behind it, beyond the tower where no one could approach, the battle raged.

"..."

It had fantasized in its mind countless times about how terrifying those terrifying wills mentioned by the Emperor would be, so much so that the Emperor was quite taboo on them and even prohibited it from actively exploring anything related to them: But even so, It continued to obey the Emperor's orders, eagerly absorbing the nourishment of the Warp from every world it conquered, until it became the undisputed master of it.

One day, they will need this knowledge, and they will use this knowledge as the foundation to make their civilization enjoy tranquility, prosperity and peace forever: the Emperor always said this, it always promised the future, encouraged them so .

"..."

It stirred for a while and had to rest for a long time. When it sat on the steps again, it happened to hear the earth-shattering sound of artillery fire outside the window: the frontline of the Human Empire had already attacked the vicinity of the palace, and their artillery fire was in In seconds, buildings with thousands of years of history were being wiped out, as well as Ran Dan's last legion.

Although a large number of reinforcements from all over the planet are attacking the rear and flanks of the human army at all costs, these menacing attacks can only make the ruthless invaders slow down, and the cost is tens of thousands. The life of a Randan warrior.

If the remains of Ran Dan soldiers who died in these offensive and defensive battles were piled at the foot of the palace, I am afraid that the brutal army loyal to the lord of mankind would have been able to climb over the more than ten kilometers high city wall.

The high priest thought of this, and a bitter smile appeared on its face that was no different from a withered bone. However, just this smile consumed a lot of its physical strength, and it had to catch it in a hurry. The small altar on the side was breathing heavily.

It accidentally glanced at the altars that it personally supervised, but felt a chill from the bottom of its heart: on the altars, the four statues whose appearance could not be seen clearly, but were extremely twisted, were drinking without restraint. The sacrifices it offered with its own hands showed it a silent grin.

The high priest moved his eyes away: It somewhat understood why its emperor insisted on not letting it know more about all this.

But it has no choice now.

Because the Emperor broke his promise, it failed them all.

It died, died in the battle with humans, died in the hands of that human emperor, even its soul was completely taken away, and I don’t know what its fate is: if we put it in another way , this seems to be the fate of their race, this seems to be the attitude of this ruthless galaxy towards losers.

Ran Dan's emperor fell together with the last army of Ran Dan Empire, and his right hand also died in that war: his right hand and the human emperor's guard chief, who claimed to be Waldo's soldiers fought fiercely for more than ten hours, but in the end they missed a move and were solemnly beheaded.

They are dead.

The empire went with them.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the hegemony they had jointly built collapsed. Humanity's revenge legions came with flames, burning the territory that once spanned the stars until only the foot of the imperial palace was left. The last people of the empire shrank. Behind the city wall, trembling, fearful of the punishment brought by the army of the Lord of Mankind.

Although they are still fighting, everyone knows that this is just a dying struggle, and everything is over: even if they can repel or even destroy this invading enemy, the former sacred land of the empire has long been destroyed by the master of mankind. The minions were burned into ruins, and what awaited them was nothing more than a longer death.

Everyone thinks so.

Everyone is so desperate.

"..."

But it's not.

But it still decided to do something: since their great cause is destined to collapse, since their race is destined to perish, and since everything they have worked hard for will be destroyed in this war ignited by humans, then...

Let the flames of death completely devour everyone.

Let the ruthless evil god named Lord of Humanity feel real pain.

"..."

It can do it all.

By selling its soul, its race, and the empire it swore to protect, it has gained the leverage to ignite this fire. It has penetrated deep into the darkest corners of the warp, fighting with those who are eternal. Laughter and strength signed an immortal contract.

Struggling, twisting, and squirming like a bunch of dying mosquitoes, the high priest who stood at the highest point of the Ran Dan Empire finally climbed to the nine hundred and ninety-nineth level, even though he could fail miserably four times. It fell to the ground, and although its ears would echo with those cruel long laughter after every fall, when it reached its destination, it knew that everything was worth it.

The high priest stretched out his hand intoxicatedly, feeling the depth of the blood pool: This huge blood pool occupies an entire floor of the tower. It can completely put down a Titan that humans call it, and this is just the beginning of this ceremony. first step.

Along with its stirring and whispering, a looming map appeared in the center of the blood pool. If you look carefully, you will find that this is the territory of the entire Ran Dan home planet, and those strange things that are feared by human soldiers The altar and stone tablets clearly appeared on this map, in this pool of blood.

If these altars are all linked together, a huge eight-pointed star symbol covering Ran Dan's entire planet will appear, and in the area of ​​this symbol, it will be the entire siege. The battlefield of war, with trillions of Randan civilians and soldiers.

Their role is self-evident.

A pale and fanatical smile appeared on the face of the high priest. It gently lit every corner of the eight-pointed star. On those corners, there were some words written in Ran Dan's words. The words: If they are translated into human language, then any Dark Angel will find that each of these words symbolizes a place name, a place name where the human empire once had a bloody battle with the Randan Empire.

As long as these simple words are connected together, it is a full decade of blood and death spanning most of the northern galaxy, and the endless souls and sacrifices after that: they together form the bricks and mortar of this ceremony.

But now, there is only the last step left in this ritual, leaving only the world under their feet and all the life above.

"It's almost done."

As if holding its most precious child, the high priest stroked the looming eight-pointed star in the blood pool, carefully searching for every detail of this great sacrifice.

It clearly remembered that after the disastrous defeat in the war ten years ago, their emperor once left it with a last word: If Randan loses this war, then let the high priest abandon their home planet and let the Those surviving compatriots fled to the outermost edges of the galaxy, hiding from the terrifying army of the Lord of Mankind.

In the beginning, the high priest did faithfully execute this order: until late one night, a voice from the depths of subspace quietly sneaked into its mind.

From that day on, everything changed, because in its heart, a greater and crazier plan emerged. This plan was explained bit by bit by the voice, which directly took away its soul and made it Fascinatingly, he began to prepare for this ceremony: at the expense of the entire Randan race.

Those compatriots who had fled to the edge of the galaxy before this were enough to continue the bloodline of the Randan Empire, and now what they had to do was to revenge themselves on the Human Empire at all costs: with the help of that voice, the high priest easily convinced the empire The marshals, the war can continue in the most bloody manner to ensure that this ceremony can be performed smoothly.

Ten years, ten whole years.

"Finally...it's almost over..."

It smiled intoxicatedly, held up a pool of stinky blood devoutly, and drank it all in one gulp. This blood gave it more strength, allowing it to continue this great cause, allowing it to extend its own life, waiting for that The time has come.

When the army of the Lord of Mankind broke through the walls of the palace and slaughtered Ran Dan's soul, when the entire empire and race breathed their last breath in the subspace.

Ran Dan's empire will disappear, and mankind's nightmare will last forever: no one can prevent this from coming, because this is an immortal curse set by the entire civilization.

It leaned on the top of the stairs, closed its eyes, and waited quietly.

Outside the tower, the monstrous war is still going on all the time. Every second, the lives of tens of thousands of Ran Dans are taken away in exchange for the turbulent waves in the blood pool. Those last Ran Dan war commanders are Full powers of war were given to mount a last stand, allowing the armies of mankind to remain stagnant in the eight-pointed star until their destroyers descended from the sky.

Thinking of this, a frightening smile appeared on its face: it seemed to feel the joy in its heart. In the endless sea of ​​souls, those crazy laughters that had been clinging to it since I don't know when, It has also become more and more rampant.

It doesn't know when these wild laughter appeared, nor what they mean, but it doesn't care, it always has more important things to do.

It can always overcome these problems.

…

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Everything was as it should be, until the idiot responsible for guarding the palace used precious psychic communications to disturb it.

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"An enemy broke into the palace?"

"How many?"

"..."

"You handle it yourself, don't bother me with this matter."

"There's only one human being, can't you handle it well?"

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【……】

[Conrad-Koz! 】

[What are you doing in Ran Dan’s palace alone? Do you want to single out an entire army of Ran Dan's Imperial Guards? 】

In the dark-toned command room of the Unyielding Truth, the Lord of Avalon, who had been busy for thirteen days, stopped his work for the first time: not because of mental or physical exhaustion, but because of the feeling in his heart. anger.

Morgan only felt that her throat was a little too dry, so dry that it drove her crazy. She rubbed her temples helplessly, and was sensitively aware that one of her hairs was falling off quietly, and On the ground beneath her feet, there were already more than a dozen outcasts like this accumulated.

【……】

The anger was stronger than ever.

"Okay, okay, my sister, don't be so angry: is your hair starting to fall out again? It's not good to be angry, especially for a world ruler like you who needs manners. .”

"You should be as quiet and gentle as we two usually get along, not always so irritable and not always so paranoid: just like you have always taught me."

The midnight ghost seemed to be laughing. It was an extremely rare chuckle without any malice. The probability of them appearing on the face of a Nostramo was higher than the probability of Magnus burning an orphan book himself. Low.

Morgan snorted, her anger being forcibly suppressed by the hindsight of reason. The war scheduler had returned to her work, processing the accumulated documents while continuing to work with her blood relatives. Maintaining psychic contact.

[You also know that I taught you these things, Conrad: I don’t need your rumination, I know these things. 】

"Not always."

Midnight Ghost's voice became a little blurry and throbbing, as if he was moving at a high speed: the Spider Queen could clearly hear the sound of her neck being slashed, blood splattering, and intermittent screams, Sounds of firing and explosions.

"Just like you taught me: Even the brightest eyes can't see what's on the face. Everyone has a bit of a hateful visual blind spot, just like those Ran Dan soldiers who just fell, They rushed towards the commander's remains without warning, hoping to know if it was still alive, and they hadn't seen the few lightning mines under the body. After all, who would associate their commander with lightning mines?"

[I'm not interested in your bizarre adventures, Conrad. 】

Morgan frowned.

"That's such a shame."

Conrad sighed without sincerity.

[Listen, Conrad: Now, look to your right. There is the teleportation mark I placed on your armor. You know its existence. Press it and it will teleport you to me. Come to your side. 】

"Ok, I know……"

Conrad snorted slightly, the emphasis being exactly the same as Morgan's.

"But I don't want to do that: I haven't enjoyed the feeling of killing in the dark for a long time, my dear Morgan, and I even feel that my claws have become dull. If I don't sharpen it here, I will use it." It won't be long before I'm probably going to be a clerical worker like Guilliman."

[You can come back, and I will arrange for you to be with Zhuang Sen: Now that there is one more Primarch on the battlefield, it means a better chance of winning. 】

Conrad chuckled, and Morgan could feel with his eyes closed how his bloodless face would turn into a mask of painful indulgence at this moment.

"Don't kid yourself here, my dear sister, let's compare our feelings: Not to mention what chemical reaction will happen if you put me and Johnson together, just put people like me in the trenches, isn't it? What’s the inefficiency you hate the most?”

"What can I do on the frontal battlefield? I neither have a legion that can be inspired by my presence nor the command ability that can share the pressure for Jonson: on the contrary, put me here , placed behind these aliens, can I maximize the power I am good at."

"Conrad on the frontal battlefield has to take some effort to deal with a fortress, but Conrad in the Randan Palace is now ready to blow up their general armory. After completing this, I I’m also going to go talk to their garrison commander about life.”

【……】

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, and her fingers quickly processed a new important message: the fleets of Leman Russ and Luther were now close at hand, and their vanguard would arrive on the battlefield in up to ten Terra standard hours.

The Spider Queen sighed.

[Conrad, I think you know better than me the dangers of the actions you mentioned: Don’t blame me for not reminding you that you have the teleportation coordinates on your body. If I want, I can forcefully activate it. . 】

"Are you worried about my safety?"

【……】

【Who will worry about you! 】

The whispers from the gnashed teeth of the Lord of the Second Legion were only met with the sharp laughter of the Nostramo people like a night owl, the dying sobs of hundreds of Randan soldiers, and a hundred times more panic and chaos. Mixed in it.

"Morgan, my dear sister."

"You know, that's what I love most about you: you and I are the same."

"Both of us are unlucky: we can neither be an absolute good guy nor a complete villain. We can only constantly find our place in these two extremes, just like two people who are inseparable before dawn. It’s funny like a poor bat that doesn’t even have a home.”

【……】

[I don’t agree with you, my dear parasite brother. 】

"Maybe: I don't care."

"I'm already a lunatic anyway."

【……】

"..."

Amidst the Midnight Ghost's laughter, both Primarchs seemed to fall silent.

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"..."

【……】

"Would you like to order something?"

【……】

# Sigh #

[The high tower in the center of the palace has very abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations. Under the condition of ensuring your own safety, take a look: Make your own safety the first goal, and don’t let me worry about you anymore. 】

"Understood, ma'am~"

Conrad waved with fancy gestures.

"Your loyal champion swordsman of the Legion, it is an honor to serve you."