Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I think you've already felt it without me having to say it, right?"

"Your brother is now crossing a certain bottom line and writing the craziest ideas in his heart. But what is more terrifying than these is that he has the ability and motivation to put these ideas into practice. Based on this alone, he It's enough to achieve great things.

【Great cause? 】

[You say this is a great cause? 】

[A world war? Massacre of a galaxy? A kingdom of death comparable to five hundred worlds, and his desire to drag the entire galaxy into the same situation? 】

【Is this great? 】

"At least for our species, it makes no difference."

Trazin spread his hands, and his voice revealed a spontaneity that his metallic face could never imitate.

"Moreover, isn't the great massacre great? There is no justice and evil in this galaxy. Every race is a towering tree rooted in countless blood: Whenever I discuss related issues, I always avoid words related to [justice] to avoid humiliating myself.”

"After all, compared to what the Necrontyr has done, and even compared to what my Nihilak dynasty has done, everyone here is a pure and innocent child, and that brother of yours is just annoying. The little bastard needs to be caught and killed.”

There was a burst of bitter laughter from the metal throat of the Endless One. Trazin hunched over and slowly came to the side of the Lord of Avalon, just like a jester walking in front of the queen.

In front of them, at the end of the field of vision, the scarlet spire has appeared faintly on the ground. It is more spectacular than the most magnificent hive city on Terra, and a road made of war and blood. The road they dug out led directly from their feet to the gate of hell.

The nearby demon legions had been forced into a corner by the joint attack of several Astartes legions and fell into another battlefield. Dozens of completely destroyed flesh and blood Titans fell on both sides of the road, like a statue of a statue. It looks like a ferocious statue, telling the story of the brutal battle that took place here: that was only half an hour ago.

With the strong support of friendly forces, the Knights of Le Fay completed their tasks and missions as always: the casualties were certain, but they were not enough to pose a fundamental threat to this elite force.

"Your boys did a good job, although they relied more on the wisdom and skill of your race: I have to admit that since that real war, your race is one of the very few in the galaxy that has come out of the You are a wise man who has followed your own path, but it is a pity that you have not maintained this path.”

"This is a galactic loss."

"Our race is just a wisp of dead souls in time, and the empire of the Eldar is just the legacy they gained from serving as servants for tens of thousands of years. As for those greenskins, they will never be the Galactic." Master, they didn’t do it before and they won’t do it in the future, so that’s not their place.”

The Necron Overlord of Solanamus stood next to the Primarch. Standing on the highest point overlooking the entire battlefield, his words were like a university tutor commenting on the papers of senior students. The same, full of a certain natural calmness and irony.

This former Necrontyr, who had lived for tens of millions of years, was trying hard to put some not profound but very important truth into his words and seeds, and planted it in the mind of the original body, but the Lord of Avalon At this time, he no longer had much intention to listen to Trazin's long speech and his overly obvious good intentions.

[For more great truths, please leave them after the war. Lord Trazin: What everyone is more concerned about now is how to end this war. Too many people have shed their blood for this. It's time to end all this madness. 】

[So, tell me: do you know what he is doing? 】

[What kind of unimaginable technology did he use to accomplish what he does today? 】

[What method should we use to crack the trump cards in his hand: Needless to say the price, I just want to know the method. 】

"Actually, there is no unimaginable technology. He just used some methods that we all know, some things that even you can do, and then combined them to create this hellish scene in front of you."

Speaking of this, Trazin even clicked his tongue in wonder.

"In this world, ninety-nine percent of madness will only be limited to the moment it is imagined and written down, but your blood relative has the consciousness to realize madness, which makes him appear terrifying and great."

"Great madness is also great."

"He is not invincible, nor is he perfect, and he is not even the more rational and righteous side: he just has unparalleled power of action and a firm determination to go on his own path. Did it all.”

"Don't be surprised, Lord Morgan. When I realized the truth, I was even more surprised than you: I once thought that noble emotions like this had completely disappeared from the galaxy after the death of the Necrontyr. "

"But your blood relative shocked me. He did that simple yet great thing, and he is about to succeed. He is about to hatch that world-destroying beast."

【Behemoth? 】

[What does he want the giant beast to do? 】

"A simple and easy-to-understand truth: If his instrument is allowed to release the signal of slavery here, by the time the signal spreads to the entire galaxy, I am afraid that the Great Crusade you are talking about will be over long ago."

"However, if we change our thinking, everything becomes simpler: Since it will indeed take a long time for this huge instrument of his to affect the entire galaxy from this remote corner, then if this instrument is allowed to Can it move itself?"

【……】

[This is planet level...]

"Since this creation cannot be moved by any ship because it is so huge that it occupies the entire world, then why don't we move the entire world: everyone can think of a solution, right?"

"If the mountain cannot reach me, I will climb it on my own."

【……】

【How did he achieve this? 】

"A bit of our technology, a bit of your technology, a bit of other people's technology, plus a bit of blasphemous technology, each one is something he can obtain, and then piece it together: all it takes is unparalleled performance It’s just motivation.”

"To put it into perspective, it's nothing more than..."

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A world engine.

Belonging to a remote and ancient Necron dynasty: Whether this metal behemoth is powerful in combat is not the point of the issue, as long as it can carry your second star torch and wander around the galaxy. .

It sounds easy, but this is actually not a simple matter.

The dynasties that own the world engine are all once-famous overlords. A full-scale war with them is bound to be time-consuming and labor-intensive and not worth the gain. Therefore, what needs to be found are those that are remote enough and once powerful, but are also The unfortunate ones who lost too much wisdom and strength in their long sleep.

Fortunately, there are so many races called Necrontyrs. They have countless dynasties and sleeping regimes spread across the galaxy. After more than ten years of hard work, a world engine located in a remote corner finally became the Falling into your hands, the first step of the plan can be realized.

It will take you about a few months to completely eliminate the sleeping guards on this giant beast, and when you seize all control of the World Engine, the second step of the plan begins.

Through repeated deductions and a number of experiments that are enough to make Ferus or Dorn feel overwhelmed, you have finally become thoroughly accustomed to the taboo knowledge in your mind that originated from the dark technological age: relying on them, you recreate those so-called It is the existence of [hating intelligence].

Even for you, this is not a simple matter: of course you know the potential dangers of hating intelligences, and they do not hide their hostility at all, but it doesn't matter, you have already left enough backup options.

After all, you know better than anyone else that the so-called "Golden Age" mentioned by the emperor actually does not exist at all. Insignificant humans simply cannot use their own wisdom and control to shape a majestic dynasty.

The so-called golden age was nothing more than a tattered fig leaf to cover up the dark technological era of moral corruption and lunatic rampage: compared with that era, the Great Expedition was simply a joyful drama of mutual love.

Humanity did not just start to fall from the so-called Era of Strife. Their fall has been going on for a long time. Those self-righteous scientists and reformers have created thousands of years of suffering in the entire galaxy, and they have produced the most terrifying and fruitful things. of fruit.

All you need to do is to pick these fruits and introduce them into your own world engine. This is an extremely complicated and long process. Exploration and experiment again and again have almost completely consumed all the resources that were once spread across several places. Sector experimental material, but you eventually completed it.

A hateful intelligence that can be temporarily controlled by you has been successfully connected to the transmission center of the world engine. Now, this supposedly soulless monster finally has its own thinking ability: of course this is not a real soul. , but it is enough for it to use its innate cold-blooded logic to execute the chain of commands you send to it. Once you make a mistake, these commands will be one of your trump cards.

This step is far more dangerous than imagined. The hateful intelligence is ready to break away from your control and restraint at any time. But fortunately, you have already abandoned the data and will of the body, and you have a battle with it in the ocean of logic. In the short Apocalypse War, after killing every method it could come up with, this logical monster you created with your own hands was finally held tightly by you.

Although it is only temporary, although it never truly surrenders: for you, it is enough.

After that, you took the safest approach. There is no time left for this guy to conduct self-exploration and upgrade: your great plan has completely killed all betrayals through deadly electronic viruses and waves of waste code offensive.

If you compare the will of this world engine to a human being, you have just created an Ogryn with a strong body, but can only drool and have dull eyes. But it doesn't matter, it is never what you need. Wisdom, but its power, is its powerful computing power that can completely run the entire world engine.

In your knowledge, all beings in the galaxy do not need any wisdom or self-thinking, because these are the privileges only the Emperor can have: after completing your plan, you will be happy Return your wisdom and self-thinking to your Creator. You have enjoyed these gifts for too long and you are not willing to occupy them anymore.

After completing this second step and shaping the body and mind of the giant beast in your mind, the next third step will be more dangerous and full of uncertainty than any previous stage. .

Because this is the only power you utilize that cannot be guaranteed.

You drive every subspace skill you have mastered: some of them come from former humans, some from aliens, but most of them are plundered from the depths of the highest sky by you yourself.

No matter what, you use these incredible technologies to incorporate elements of flesh and blood into this steel behemoth through many steps that are unimaginable in the real universe, giving it flesh and tendons, and a body full of energy. Skin of Flesh: Now, this skin is fighting fiercely against the legions of your brothers.

Your creation, it is finally a real creature, it is finally an existence cursed by real [life]: it is no longer pure steel, but it is not an obstacle in the subspace, it has become you A new species created by one's own hands, a [new species] that still has no soul, no breathing, and no extra self-thought.

It has been corrupted and corrupted by you, and has become a puppet of yours. Its meaning of existence will become extremely simple and sacred: it will carry you and your star torch, starting from this galaxy and traveling across the Milky Way. In every corner, the will to be loyal to the Emperor is completely implanted in the mind of every being.

This great tour may last for decades, or even longer, and you need not worry about the possibility of failure: your connection to the Emperor is so sacred that you can always check the secrets of your Creator. Where, if he comes to you in person, you will retreat into the darkness that he cannot capture.

He knows this, so he can only send your poor brothers to obliterate you.

But they will not be your opponent, and as long as you defeat them in the next battle, no Primarch or Legion will be your opponent: because at the end of the third step, you will be with your creation Together, you become the world, you become the engine, you become the planet.

You only need to start all this after your creation has completely awakened from gestation, and your blood relatives are the last bit of motivation your creation needs to awaken.

Just as humans cannot fight against natural disasters, just as all things cannot escape gravity, when your existence is no longer an individual, a creature, but a world, a concept, there is no possibility of failure for you.

It’s a simple truth, but you’ve thought about it for so long.

Fortunately, your thinking has not delayed your work: you can already feel that your giant beast is crawling under your feet. This super-world engine is now just a descendant of your creation, and it is acting obediently. Waiting for your last call.

When it obeys your will and wakes up completely, whether it is the Astartes fighting on the surface, or the demon army that is causing trouble, or even the large area of ​​subspace territory centered on this dead star. , are destined to become its nourishment.

When it swallows up these nutrients, that's when you become one: what can be better than becoming a part of the plan, becoming the world itself, and then personally carrying your second star torch to complete the end of your great plan? One step, what's safer?

…

Soon……

It doesn't take long.

Your brothers have pushed their troops in front of your spire. You can hear their arguments about the final battle, and you are not going to use all your strength to stop their attack, because behind this spire Among them, there are tests you set for them.

first……

Your will is so powerful that they may have used the most terrifying means in the world to block your influence on their descendants, but when their warriors step into the spire, all means will be meaningless: except for genetic origin. Body, except for your blood relatives, any existence that steps into this spire is destined to succumb to you.

They may go through a long struggle and desperately resist your will, but they are destined to fail, just like a single mortal cannot resist the power of natural disasters. Every warrior who walks into the spire is destined to become yours. Members of the camp kill each other.

And this is just the first test you design for your blood relatives: if they really lead a large army to attack you, then they will lose every soldier in this army.

Even the powerful being called Morgan can't stop this: she must have discovered the secret in the spire, and you even look forward to her expression at this moment.

If they don't plan to bring the army, but just prepare a few men to form a small group and attack the fortress, then they will never reach their destination: there are hundreds of ways to delay the Primarch and push them away Defeat them all.

Unless they can win over their legions with lies of violence and sacrifice, and then walk into your spire with an army that knows that it is destined to die: this army must also be elite enough, elite enough to see the future. The entire galaxy belongs to the top level, otherwise, they will not survive the moment when their will surrenders to you.

And when your blood relatives are angry and pass the first test, they will see you and the body you have prepared for this war: although you have abandoned your physical body, this It also means that you can rely on anything. .

Thinking of this, you laughed.

The arc of will shines down, looking at the complete body hanging high at the top of the hall, pieced together from the corpses of the gods. That is another card for you.

You know that in those Necron dynasties, there were existences called Star God fragments. You also know how powerful those Star Gods were in the past, so it is only natural to use them as one of your trump cards.

You have been planning this for a long time. When you first entered the Great Crusade, you were deliberately selecting those dynasties that were weak enough to be completely annihilated by you, and collecting the fragments of the Star God from their hands: Of course, You wisely bypassed the Fraudster's shards, knowing it wasn't something you could exploit.

In front of these weakened C'tan fragments, it is easy for you to pretend to be a fool bewitched by power, and when they long to unite as one, their words help you unlock the Necrons. Technical shackles: Thank them, otherwise, you really wouldn't be able to control the world engine under your feet so skillfully, let alone make it completely yours.

As a thank you, you did not discard the fragments of these past gods, but reunited them into a new being that you could use. Compared with these powers, you were attacked by these ancient consciousnesses when you relied on them, but It's just a small price to pay.

You even start a greater plan in your mind: perhaps, when the entire galaxy surrenders to the Emperor's wisdom, he should need a greater and more eternal body to match his eternity. Changed rule.

Those real star gods should be a good choice: erase their stupid will, and the body they form when united is barely worthy of your creator.

…

This is a really good plan.

You should submit this proposal to the Emperor before your consciousness fades.

But now, you'd better not think so much.

The pace of war is very close.

You can hear the sounds of those titans crumbling in front of the creations of the dark technological age. You can feel that your angry blood relatives have arrived not far from the spire. You can sense that you are ambushing on the battle line. Those powerful puppets on the outside are engaged in a meaningless consumption with those demonic legions: they are really a third party that makes you bored.

You are a little hesitant, and you are hesitant to release the defenders under the spire: their existence is enough to make these four legions pay a real price, but you don't want to take things to such an extent.

After all, your blood relatives will soon join your plan, and their power will eventually be your power, and in the end, it will also become the Emperor's power.

How could you inflict more losses on the Emperor's power?

These deaths now are an unbearable expedient.

…

So, let's do this for now.

If they want to escape, to escape their sacrifice and fate, it will not be too late for you to unleash the real killer weapons: but before that, let these things fight against the demonic legions in the subspace, they are really terrifying People are irritable.

It only took you a moment to figure out the logic.

Then, you start thinking about other things.

First of all, it is the increasingly irrepressible power in you: even if you give up the miserable position of god, as you get closer and closer to your ultimate goal, these huge powers are still filling your body, They never choose to leave because your behavior really pleases them.

Although they do bring you more power, they are also always ready to seize control of your thoughts. You must suppress them and use them.

After all, you need to fight countless enemies at the same time: the body you created needs to fight against the siege of several Primarchs, your will that has not yet merged with your creation needs to fight against one of the top psychic masters in the galaxy, and with this At the same time, you also need to be careful about what is behind you and the four gods with malicious intentions.

They're always eager to tear you apart, and they're hysterical about your plans: but they can't really stop you.

You can't even tell whether they are angry or happy: after all, these so-called gods are so pathetic. Their thoughts are not free, they are just the concrete embodiment of those subspace thrones. These powers of chaos are not so much Gods are, rather, prisoners powerful enough to influence the galaxy. They cannot leave the throne that gives them power.

This is why they cannot stop you directly: after all, what you want to do is so crazy and so beloved by the Supreme Heaven. In the face of the instinctive pursuit of killing and destruction in the entire subspace, even the power of gods cannot Overshadowed.

How ridiculous.

This thought flashed through your mind, and then flashed over again. You were not sure whether this was some kind of detachment of will, or whether you were struggling because of the increasingly larger and more chaotic forces. Feeling at a loss.

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probably not.

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Definitely not.

…

You know what you're going to do, you've always been very clear about it.

Next, you still need to deal with your brothers. This will not be an easy task, but it won't be much trouble.

After all, except for the Dionysian Spear in Leman Russ's hand, they don't have enough means to pose a threat to your body. This is why you wait for them.

The only thing you need to think about is how you should explain to them what you have done, how you should explain to them the giant beast that is about to hatch under your feet. After all, this is beyond all of their worldviews, not theirs. Something imaginable.

Their narrow thinking is doomed to stop for a long time due to shock, and you need to solve this problem as soon as possible. After all, you can't slow down your work progress because of their patheticness, can you?

but……

How to explain it?

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That……

Let's put it that way.

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Based on the Necrontyr's relics, the World Engine will form the skeleton and body of this beast, giving it the ability and future to roam the galaxy.

Using the past madness of mankind as a ladder, the existence of hateful intelligence gives your creation thinking and logic, making it no longer a pure corpse, but a real behemoth.

Finally, taking the blasphemy and curse in the subspace as the most important step, life and body become a disease. Their power makes the giant beast go crazy from the drawing to the only one in reality. Their pollution makes the giant beast Completely loyal to the path you have chosen for it.

You know it sounds incredible, you know that these three steps have nothing to do with each other at first glance, but the reality is this: whether it is the legacy of those ancient empires, or the heights and madness that humans have reached, or even every kind of existence in the subspace. Existence is devoid of rationality and logic. They all seem to have no connection, but are closely related.

You don't want to care about the rigor and logic, and you never have.

You can do it, you did it.

This is the most important point.

So, you succeeded: maybe your success is the best proof of [justification by faith] in the subspace. After all, you once had the power to conquer the gods, and how could a god’s desire from the heart be possible? Will it not become a reality?

But now, you no longer care about these trivial things. All your attention is on the giant beast under your feet: it is about to wake up. At the end of this long day, it is the one who wakes up. That moment.

But that's not why you let down your guard. You know that before awakening, at this moment, when your blood relatives challenge you, your creation is at its most vulnerable: it is in the warp. At the point of contradiction with the real universe, it is at the intersection of impossibility and possibility. Any mistake will completely destroy its existence.

But when it wakes up, no one in the galaxy can stand against it.

It will be invincible to fulfill the mission you gave it...

No, specifically.

By then you have become one with it: you are it, your creation, your pride, your beast.

your dragon.

your……

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The chosen dragon.