Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【traitor? 】

This word was born from the coldest depths of Caliban, accompanied by a storm more terrifying than the endless void, and exploded in the ears and nose of the Spider Queen. The first moment he heard it, Morgan couldn't help but frown. brow.

But she didn't panic.

After all, long before the Lord of Avalon officially met Zhuangson, this word, which represented absolute disrespect, had circulated in her heart countless times: Once upon a time, Morgan even thought quite seriously about making this word a reality. possibility.

Even in front of the Emperor, the Primarch of Dawnbreaker did not completely conceal this thought in his heart, and the Lord of Mankind obviously did not care that much about this word: the one who can really stir up the red thread in the Emperor's heart is [New discoveries], [I think], and [Gadgets that can bring benefits in subspace].

Thinking of this, Morgan's mood became a little better. She weighed the weapon in her hand, rolled her eyelids, and wanted to respond to Caliban's serious accusation with a retort.

But not before the Primarch could do anything he set his mind to.

Jonson moved.

Like a bloodthirsty whirlwind.

The famous [Lion Sword], accompanied by the coldness of death, arrived in front of the Spider Queen in the blink of an eye. The snow-white light on the blade stung Morgan's eyes. There was no hesitation or temptation. The edge was accompanied by an unbearable break through the air. With a loud voice, he pounced on Morgan's fragile throat.

[He is not as enthusiastic as you. 】

The Lord of Avalon just sneered rather nonchalantly. She turned over her hand and waved her ax blade, easily blocking Zhuang Sen's seemingly inevitable blow. Finally, she flipped her fingertips and removed it. The force on the sword edge, with the hip as the fulcrum, temporarily forced the Caliban back between the interlacing of the left and right arms.

[I should thank Guilliman, at least the set of VR settings he gave me played a role today: for me, in a virtual environment, competing with the Lion of Caliban, It has long been a boring game that has been played thousands of times. 】

As Morgan spoke, he avoided the second attack from Jonson. The fishy wind whipped up by the lion sword kept dancing around the Primarch, eager to devour the emperor's son who looked too thin. Success, but always failed: unlike her arrogant brother Magnus, the great power of psychic energy did not prevent Morgan from exercising her physical body day after day.

Morgan is indeed very lazy and knows how to enjoy the benefits of laziness in life: but when it comes to issues involving her own life and safety, the Spider Queen is more diligent than most people in the galaxy.

For example, there may be a very funny fact: among the twenty descendants of the Lord of Mankind, Morgan may be one of the few who has systematically practiced swords and other weapons. Compared with his brothers, The lack of brute strength she mentioned prompted her to realize the value of agility and skill.

It is true that she cannot defeat Zhuang Sen in pure close combat, but failure will only happen after a very long time.

"You even feel proud!"

Obviously, Jonson, who was fighting with Morgan, misinterpreted the meaning of the Spider Queen's smile. He looked even angrier. His blond hair spread out like a real lion's mane, and he was filled with a terrifying expression. The aura, the emerald pupils burning with eternal flames: If that were a real thing, Morgan would have already become a charred corpse.

"Betraying our father makes you feel good? Does cheating on your brother, your heirs and your country make a false life feel the slightest bit real?"

"What are you trying to escape from? What are you trying to resist with your precious little lies: No matter what evil thoughts you have, it's all over now, you haven't changed anything, and the punishment for betrayal is your final outcome."

"In the name of my father, I will bring you back to Terra: or your head, if you dare continue to resist to the end: I don't care the difference!"

【I don't care either. 】

Morgan responded with a smile. She easily dismissed the angry counterattacks from the Calibans again and again, because she had long been familiar with every detail of these offensives. The Spider Queen even had enough leisure to go Observe that glaring angry face.

It has to be said that the Jonson in front of him is indeed very lifelike. He is only slightly different in temperament from the real Primarch of the Dark Angel Legion.

But for Morgan, even the smallest gap allows her to identify the authenticity of the person in front of her: after all, this tiny gap is more conspicuous in the Spider Queen's pupils than the entire galaxy.

This made her sarcastic smile even more arrogant.

[I never deny that I have been running away from something, Jonson: Just like I never deny my cowardice, just like I never think that I lied to any of you, especially you, I Ridiculously stupid brother. 】

[I have never told you lies, I am only telling those incomplete truths. I am just extracting the parts of those truths that you are willing to hear. Among them, not one sentence is a lie: of course you know This is something you just don't want to admit. You are intoxicated by those words that can directly poke your heart. It's laughable that you refuse to welcome them. 】

[You are a beast, Zhuang Sen, and a beast can only hear its own stomach, it cannot hear its own heart. 】

The Lord of Avalon let out a shrill laugh, and her sarcasm was even more harsh than her laughter. At the very least, the Caliban lion opposite her was undoubtedly angered: His power became heavier, and his swings became more and more crazy. The silver steel blades kept breaking out of the air, blurring into rounds of murderous crescents, even ignoring the traces of Morgan's ax blade on his shoulders. Brand new bloodstains.

The Lord of the Dawnbreakers had to spend more time to temporarily push back this false brother: she was thinking about whether to use psychic power to end this duel that had a low chance of winning for her.

But every time her eyes landed on that angry face, Morgan struggled to muster the desire to tear it into pieces.

Facing Jonson: Even if it is a false Jonson, it seems difficult for the Spider Queen to gather enough anger that can kill people: those too many compromises in the past years seem to have become some kind of burden at this moment, preventing The Primarch unleashes her devastating power.

What a hassle.

Morgan gritted her teeth. Her originally comfortable mood was cast into a haze at this moment, forcing her to keep talking to herself in her heart.

Think about it, Morgan, think about it...

Think about the things that usually make you angry about the jerk in front of you.

Think of all the times you've longed to rip this guy to pieces and throw him into the Queen of Glory's warp drive reactor.

Think about those keywords, think about it.

What's going on?

Morgan turned her head, and the silver-white sword blade passed by her ear. The dazzling light was reflected in the original body's pupils. The original gene glanced at the pair of green and blue words engraved on the sword blade. In her lustful eyes, she successfully saw the words she was thinking of.

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"It's just six Titan Legions, and their sacrifices are worth it."

"Can't you just find six more?"

"That group of explanation guys who want to lose money is too troublesome. Go and help me deal with it... How do I know that they came because of that incident? I can't remember this kind of thing at all."

"Hurry up this batch of documents. I'll need them in three hours. By the way, don't forget the last batch of documents. I'll have someone pick them up in an hour."

"What plan are you talking about?"

"Oh, is that the backup plan you changed twenty-three times?"

"I think... actually the first version was quite good: just use that one."

"Is your headache better? Come with me to the battlefield. Put the documents away first and approve them when you come back."

"Morgan, we have been back from the battlefield for almost an hour, why haven't the documents been approved yet?"

"You said about the handover documents, I asked Kaos to destroy them: what happened?"

"You're here: tell me about your legion?"

"You don't have many people with you..."

“I never cared about these so-called logistics: nothing happened.”

"Morgan..."

"I believe in your ability!"

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【……】

【……】

【……】

[Fuck you, go die as soon as possible! ! ! 】

The anger was stronger than ever.

The manic spiritual power gathered at the fingertips of the Primarch with unprecedented momentum, and the power that was enough to tear an entire Titan Legion was born under Morgan's glare. Like an arrogant dragon, it issued a wave that made the entire space They all trembled and roared.

Without the slightest hesitation, the roaring fury, accompanied by the psychic hammer, hit Caliban's lion directly: At this time, the false Lord of Dark Angels had just finished adjusting the gravity imbalance of the last attack. He didn't even have time to utter a new harsh word, only the sudden narrowing of his pupils could explain the emotion in his heart.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Jonson is very strong: He is indeed very strong. Even if we look at all the Primarchs, his strength is enough to guarantee the existence of three out of five. In the sword fight, most of the Primarchs will not be like this. The unscrupulous Caliban rivals, including Morgan.

But Jonson is not strong enough: at the very least, facing the psychic frenzy summoned by the Spider Queen, the Lord of Caliban is no more powerful than the smallest model of god's machine.

The power of destruction coming from the Warp is so powerful: even among the Emperor's heirs, it can still create an unbridgeable gap in strength between two individuals. This is also the case with Magnus or The only reason why Primarchs like Morgan are generally not compared to their blood relatives.

In the face of the power they control, there is no difference between strong and weak.

This is what Jonson is like now: the illusory Lord of Caliban is like a halfling pinched tightly by a giant's hand. He can't even struggle too violently. Before he can get out of this predicament, his anger still remains. The Spider Queen vigorously waved the giant's [arm].

There is no need to elaborate on the tragic scenes that followed. Jonson was like a meteor hammer that was too tightly bound, flying around among those gorgeous walls and tapestries, with debris of bricks and tiles on the forehead of the Primarch. The blood flowed down together, which was dazzling.

Before her anger disappeared, Morgan could be said to have grasped this opportunity absentmindedly. She urged the giant's fingers and listened to the sound of every bone in Jonson's bones shattering one by one in her ridicule, until the skin and armor Together they flowed uncontrollably on the floor: The moment he saw this scene, for some reason, the Primarch's good mood dissipated without a trace in an instant.

[Until now, I am still damn silent and stubborn...]

Morgan's brows cast a shadow.

[At least at this point, your imitation is pretty good. 】

"..."

The scarred Zhuang Sen lay there, still silent.

Seeing this, Morgan just snorted lightly, and her good mood ended completely with this snort. Then, the Primarch blinked, and Jonson, who could not move, was thrown into the Among the chaotic ruins of houses, the shaking sound even made people wonder if it was the roar of the extermination order.

But Morgan knew that none of this could kill her [brother]: Jonson was only temporarily injured. If it were the Lord of Caliban in reality, he would be dead in less than two minutes. Will crawl out alive and continue the fight.

only……

After all, he is not Jonson.

【……】

The Spider Queen tilted her head, with an icy coldness in her eyes: In her gaze, the [seriously injured] figure jumped up almost in the next second, but it had completely changed its appearance. appearance.

[Can’t such an attack defeat you? 】

"Only the weakest guy will be knocked down by your witchcraft!"

Accompanied by hysterical roars, another figure rushed out from the ruins: thick green smoke shrouded the pale face, and the king of Barbarus stepped out of the ruins instead of his brother. Behind him was simply for A kingdom specially designed by Him.

[I have to say, you chose the worst option. 】

The Lord of Avalon showed an obvious sneer: holding the ax blade, she took the initiative to meet the Lord of Death who was wielding the scythe. The collision between the original bodies formed a storm, which blew away the just-rising air in an instant. of mist.

[Of all people, you chose the one I care least about: I can even crush Mortarion's heart without any psychological pressure. 】

"No one cares about your care: a lie is just a lie after all. Even if you deceive yourself, it will not become the truth, idiot! You are just a liar!"

The Lord of Death waved his scythe, which was an unstoppable force that forced the Spider Queen back several steps. Her swaying figure showed that her center of gravity was unstable.

【You don’t need to care! 】

The Lord of Avalon gritted her teeth. She mentally estimated the next attack from Mortarion and swung the ax blade in advance, eager to suppress this powerful brother.

But her plan failed: it was not Mortarion's scythe that greeted her.

"I didn't want to care."

"If you hadn't come too close, with such pitiful malice."

Jaghatai Khan's white armor was as calm as his voice. He just moved his toes slightly to avoid Morgan's attack. The curved saber waved in his palm, like thunder on a midsummer night, in the blink of an eye. It cut Morgan's forehead, and the broken hair and blood stained the Spider Queen's cyan-blue pupils, causing unbearable pain.

"Admit it, you are the one who stepped through the thunder pond: you want to maintain the so-called self-security, while you are hypocritically close to each of your brothers, eager to get some benefits from them, no matter how you Claiming to care for them is motivated by the most despicable selfishness."

"Hide in your shadows: I never mind chopping off the heads of the vile."

【……】

Morgan didn't reply. She abandoned the overly heavy weapon in time and used the Gorgon Hand to withstand Khan's next attack. Then, she roared with psychic fury again, but the White Scar's Primarch was obviously With more precautions, the power of subspace only broke one of his arms, but it could not prevent him from hiding in the darkness further behind.

"Mistakes are not buried forever."

"I hope you take care of yourself."

【……】

The Spider Queen still didn't respond. She took the time to stop the blood on her forehead. Her heavy breathing and bending to pick up the weapon took up the rest: and when she adjusted her condition, she also felt the shadow. The strange restlessness among them.

【All right. 】

[Which preacher came to explain his life truth to me? 】

"You don't deserve the truth!"

Before he finished speaking, an earth-shattering roar came from the shadows. Then, a scarlet hurricane swept an overly tall giant and came to Morgan: As one of the emperor's descendants, Magnu Si's figure was so burly that even if he knelt down on one knee, Morgan could only barely reach his chest.

He pointed at Morgan, unprecedented anger burning on that red face.

"You deceived me, you deceived me and my heirs, you betrayed my trust, and you don't deserve any friendship from me. I once believed in you so much. I believe you are my best friend on the road ahead. I believe You are a partner specially created for me by the Emperor. I am willing to share my dreams, my visions, and even my heart with you, but look what you have done. Greedily carve up and eat my soul?"

"Don't look for excuses, Morgan. A sin is a sin. No matter how you hide it, the sin in your belly cannot be erased. The crime you committed is a genuine crime. Your greedy claws are reaching out to your brother." , kill their lives for your own survival.”

"You should be put on trial and I swear no one will defend you for your despicability."

【……】

Morgan frowned: If the above-mentioned ridiculously naive words were said by anyone in the galaxy, Morgan would just dismiss them, but Magnus is different. He is a victim. , even the Spider Queen cannot deny this.

He is stupid, but on this issue, he is invincible.

So, she simply laughed.

[Then what are you going to do? Kill me: You don’t have this ability, Magnus. You can’t swing a powerful fist. You can’t become a real warrior. The battlefield is too adult for you. . 】

Naturally, these words attracted a violent attack from King Prospero: and as if to confirm the correctness of Morgan's words, Magnus did not even use his psychic powers. He stepped forward and waved He rushed over with his fist in hand.

The Lord of Avalon shook his head.

【idiot. 】

she said.

Then, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker casually waved her ax blade and slapped away Magnus's two fists. With a violent roar, she took a step forward and got close to the too tall man. Brother: That burly figure actually became a restriction at this time, preventing King Prospero from launching an immediate counterattack.

And in the moment when Magnus hesitated, Morgan had already prepared a counterattack. Her spiritual energy gathered into a heavy hammer and struck Magnus's chest fiercely. After the Scarlet King because Pain, and when he instinctively bent over, the ax blade that followed lightly cut across his fragile neck, which was so confident that it had no armor to protect it.

Blood overflowed like a torrential rain, and the staggering Primarch fell backwards, and finally collapsed into the shadows: and Morgan just spat on the floor, she did not even shed a drop of sweat because of this victory .

【who is the next? 】

The Lord of Avalon opened her mouth, feeling a bit bitter in her throat.

[A strong one, or a weak one: What kind of questions did they prepare to pretend to torture me? 】

"I didn't intend to torture you, sister."

"But I did prepare questions."

The light dimmed in an instant, and the darkness in front of him was divided into two halves like a peeled fruit. Along with a pattering and moist breathing, Morgan only felt the shadow invading the back of his neck. Then there was the feeling of sharp claws caressing her shoulders.

"Do you really think you've tamed me enough to be able to show off?"

"Being proud of your control over me in front of our father?"

The Midnight Ghost was there, lying on Morgan's back, his cold breath hitting the Spider Queen's softest skin, and those sharp claws could pierce any of Morgan's ribs at any time, but when Morgan When she turned to look at him, he disappeared.

A voice emerged from another dark shadow.

"You taught me: you kept saying it was teaching, and you pretended to be so good that you believed it yourself, but you neither taught me to be a good person, nor allowed me to keep my instinct to be a villain. You made me into a high-achieving person. A lowly idiot, an idiot as stupid as you."

"You transformed a demon who originally belonged to our father into a mediocre person who belongs to you alone. Doesn't this make you happy? Just to get some benefits and happiness from the Emperor, you took over everything Promising a brother the rest of his life, not even caring about how many soldiers and the world this action will affect?"

"You are greedy and selfish: this is the only truth you have spoken in all these years."

"Should I brag about you: at least, I don't hate this part of you."

"Why don't you teach me how to be a selfish bastard?"

[If you want, it can be the first lesson now. 】

As he spoke, Morgan quickly turned around, and the ax blade passed through the shadow that made the sound: Of course, there was no one.

"How generous..."

Conrad whispered into the darkness.

"In that case..."

"Then let me stay with you for a while."

【Why. 】

"Because I want to do this: let the people behind me wait for a while."

Conrad smiled: and Morgan also showed a bleeding smile.

【very good. 】

[You have learned the first lesson. 】