Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Because they say Nostramo needs light.

For they say that Nostramo longs for light.

Because they said that Nostramo once had his own light.

They had.

That is the gift of the Midnight King.

That king, the first, only, and hopefully last king in the entire history of Nostramo, the first to hold five hives full of thugs in his hands, The thug among thugs: He completed his coronation ceremony in the most brutal way in line with Nostramo, stamping the mark of the unmerciful crown on this sinful land.

In front of all the Nostramo people, this unprecedented monarch of eternal night talked endlessly about the legitimacy of his throne. He claimed that it was justice, law, order, and a necessary sacrifice for mankind to evolve into a civilized society. Let him ascend to the throne of this world.

But there's one thing he'll probably never think of.

The Nostramos don't care about that.

They don't care about justice, they don't care about law, they don't care about the so-called dawn of order and civilization: this world has long reshaped its own aesthetics through countless thousands of years of murder and depravity, and the scum struggling in pain spurn hope. The beauty of the world will never bow to a ridiculous king because of these whimsical words.

There is only one reason why the Midnight Lord can be king in this world: because he is the incarnation of Nostramo, because he is the living projection of the endless suffering, sin, madness and self-torture in this world.

Because he is what every Nostramo person dreams of becoming, whether he is an extravagant warlord or a hungry poor man, whether he is a scheming old man or a reckless and impetuous villain. The essence of power and brutality, only the purest violence is the hard currency on Nostramo.

When the midnight ghost dragged his scarlet cloak dyed with blood, holding the heads of all those who dared to resist, he trampled the uncrowned kings of the five hive cities under his feet, pulled out their eyeballs and spines, and created a When he takes his own throne: No matter what he says, he will only be greeted by the lifeless loyalty of the entire Eternal Night Star.

But he didn't understand this truth. He actually naively thought that it was his sharp claws that penetrated the so-called justice and order he talked about into the bones of every Nostramo: anyone born on this eternal night star Everyone knows that this is nothing more than a delusion.

The Nostramo people just surrendered to their king. Since the Midnight Ghost conquered them with pure violence, he can naturally take whatever he wants from the world: just like those iron-fisted tyrants in history, squandering without restraint Just like using the lives and wealth of the people to build their luxurious palaces.

For the vast majority of Nostramo people, the so-called justice and order is just another tyranny implemented by the great tyrant named Midnight Ghost, but it sounds a bit funny and novel.

Since some tyrants like to kill people for pleasure, and some tyrants like to spend money like dirt to squander the wealth of the people, then there are also tyrants like Midnight Ghost who like to instill the so-called concepts of justice and order into their people. Isn't it normal? ?

In any case, now that he has conquered the land, now that he has proven that his power is unmatched, all the Nostramos have to do is obey: they do not need to work hard to understand what justice is. Order, they just need to keep their heads down and obey orders, and the Midnight King will be happy.

Therefore, what makes the Midnight Ghost feel complacent in front of his blood relatives, the so-called "Silent Order", is not because his people understand the value of justice and order: it is just the Eternal Night Star using its own The way to satisfy the tyrant who conquered it was just a way for the ruled Nostramos to please this powerful king.

They knew that the Midnight Ghost conquered Nostramo: with his violence.

But they also believe that Nostramo has assimilated the midnight ghost: use its logic.

And Midnight Ghost actually believes that the ideas he promotes have changed the world: from this point of view, this idea seems too ridiculous.

Therefore, the Nostramo people despise their king, but this does not prevent them from worshiping him from the bottom of their hearts: this fundamental self-contradiction is the greatest aesthetic art of Nostramo. .

Their hatred is universal, but their love is also pure. Although they despise the innocence in the heart of the midnight ghost, they also regard him as the only monarch from the bottom of their hearts: when he hangs high above midnight, people Hating the deathly silence he brought, but now that he has left this world, countless people will whisper his name in the middle of the night, remembering everything he has brought to them.

Death, punishment, silence, crowns, the greatest art of killing, the most brutal bloody punishment, the harshest and most efficient period of tranquility, and...

bright.

…

Even if it is light.

Even light.

…

The Nostramos hated the light.

Because it was the light that took away their king: in the era when they were ruled by the midnight ghost, the light had never come to this world, and when the legendary emperor controlled the dazzling light comparable to the sun, After making countless Nostramos blind and taking away another of his children, the Star of Evernight was abandoned and became a world abandoned by its own king.

With the departure of the king, the tyranny called justice and order was soon fundamentally shaken: countless careerists spurned the departure of the midnight ghost, snatched the wealth he left behind, and feared his possible Returning, but in my heart, I couldn't help but miss his purely violent figure.

They have been conquered by the omnipotent midnight ghost in their hearts. Just like Nostramo, they spurn and miss their only king with the most twisted emotions in the galaxy. This kind of love and hate The sexual immorality even spreads to other things: for example, the light that takes away the midnight ghost.

They hate the light because the light took away their only king, but they also long for the light because they believe that the next light will return with their king: as for the tyranny of the righteous order, will it come again with the midnight ghost? In this world, no one will care.

As long as the king is on the throne, everyone else just needs to obey.

In the absence of the king, the Nostramo people took it as a matter of course to return the world to its original state, allowing sin, violence and vendetta to flow unimpeded once again, and everyone unscrupulously released their inner feelings. The darkness has been accumulated for a long time, while looking forward to the arrival of the next light.

Because they knew that their king would return sooner or later.

Because they know that the world still needs its savior.

Because they know: all the desires and fantasies they have in their hearts, all the ideas and laws they practice at the moment, and all the awe and love for the midnight ghost in their souls...

…

…

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"It's all farts."

"It's all self-deception."

The boy muttered angrily, his words slurred, the smell of blood, snot and vomit mixed in his teeth. He had just experienced a brutal fight, defeated countless opponents, and was also beaten hard. The result of several heavy punches.

Pain, numbness, fatigue, hunger in the stomach and anger in the mind: none of these slowed down the boy's movements. He was like a shadow that had disappeared for ten years, in the stinking ditch. After struggling a lot, I successfully arrived at my destination.

Then, he spit on the ground and licked the surrounding teeth with his tongue. After confirming that his mouth was barely clean, he took one last look around and silently grabbed the creaking escalator in front of him. .

This is an old and decaying building, located in an abandoned ghost town. It is a masterpiece from two or even three centuries ago. The peeling walls and tall grass around it tell the story of its desolation. The nearest human voice here , all several kilometers away.

A barren grave, but it is the home in the boy's eyes, and his final destination in this world: at least, that is how it will be from this night on.

Because the boy was expelled from the gang he once belonged to: it can't be said to be expelled. He and his gang members just had an argument that lasted for half an afternoon after an irresolvable quarrel, which can almost be called an expulsion. It's just the bloody fighting of the civil war.

The good news is that the boy defeated all those who contradicted him, and the bad news is that all those who contradicted him refer to all members of his gang: including his nominal protectors in the gang, and those who Distant cousins ​​with whom he has some blood ties.

As for his parents, or any of his direct blood relatives?

ha!

They should... exist, right?

But who cares: he had killed three of his cousins ​​with his own hands.

So, although he won this pragmatic debate, in the face of countless guns and anger, he could only become an outcast: and considering that his gang had become an outcast with his great help, Being so powerful and domineering, there is probably no place for boys in the dozens of nearby blocks.

Although the boy doesn't care about this.

The escalator was shaky, but it still took him to the terrace on the roof. This was a hiding place made of bluestone, with a tent, several water bottles, and the food he secretly hid here, so that he could survive the long journey ahead. Let him find peace in the long night.

As a [home], this place can even be called luxurious.

Because here, the boy not only has a shelter from the wind, food and drink, but also a group of friends: Originally, this word would be used on Nostramo, which is a ridiculous joke, but the boy is always the special one. .

He was always special: even he noticed it.

He knew that: he was born stronger than others, ran faster than others, had better endurance than others, and was more suitable than others to kill opponents who had no eyesight. When his peers were still dirty When fighting wild dogs for food in the ditch, the boy was already one of the top killers in his gang.

In this world where death is commonplace, he may be one of the few lucky ones who has never experienced a life-or-death crisis: and in those few critical moments, the boy even realized new abilities.

It is this new ability, this power called "psionic power", that brings the boy unexpected friends: now, they come to celebrate his housewarming.

The boy was sitting in the tent, and he heard a noise in the sky: it was the sound of crows flapping their wings.

His friends have arrived.

"Food, food."

They called to the boy.

"..."

The boy took a deep breath, and finally adjusted his breathing. He fled all the way here. With the help and protection of the crows, he escaped from the gang's pursuit. He didn't even have time to take a good rest: but after experiencing half a After an afternoon of fighting and this battle royale, the boy still didn't feel tired, but he just felt a little short of breath.

The boy stood up, got out of the tent where he was hiding, and picked up the best food he had at hand: although it was just some rotten bread crumbs as hard as stone, he walked to the hordes of ferries on the rooftop. In front of the crow.

The ravens are frighteningly big and extremely muscular: in Nostramo, these intelligent birds certainly don’t mind taking humans as their food, but boys are different. Boys are their friends and can Friends who bring them food.

"Food, food."

the crows urged.

"good."

The boy responded, his voice was hoarse that should not exist at this age, and then he threw the bread crumbs in his hand to his friends, but these rock-hard dinners obviously made the crows a little dissatisfied. , some ravens came to the boy's shoulders and head, and pecked him complainingly. It didn't hurt, but it made the boy smile.

"Flesh, flesh."

The crows complained. To others, this was just an incomprehensible cry, but the boy understood the meaning. He waved his hand to disperse the crows on his body, leaned against the wall on one side, and continued to adjust his breathing.

The ravens no longer pestered him, but instead fought for the bread crumbs on the ground. Taking advantage of these free moments, the boy raised his head and began to look at the scenery in the distance: there was something more noisy than the piercing cries of the crows. The sound can almost envelope the entire hive, and no one can ignore those sounds.

It was the sound of gunshots, the sound of cannons, the horn of war, the roar of tens of thousands of soldiers and thugs fighting each other: in those magnificent and neon-shrouded central areas of the hive city, the noise of war has already For several years, from the day the boy gained his own consciousness, war seemed to have been raging in the heart of the hive.

Even this morning's long-lost small meteor shower did not give any interruption to this war.

But then again: when did Nostramo have a meteor shower?

The last time seemed to be the time when the midnight ghost came.

…

But that didn't concern them: it wasn't as important as the war at hand.

The boy knew that it was a protracted war. It was said that the two warring parties were the old nobles of the nest city and the last governor left by the midnight ghost: Although they still did not face each other on the surface, they looked like This kind of proxy war has been going on in full swing.

The boy also knew that although the war had been going on for many years, in recent days the artillery fire on the Governor's side seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and that in the dirty neighborhood where he was, there were more and more Gangs and families are constantly promoting the side that wants to join the hive nobles: the winner seems to be decided soon.

It is said that the governor has been restricted to his own governor's palace, and even the safety of travel cannot be guaranteed: in these most remote and sensitive backward neighborhoods, the gangs who have received the protection of the nobles can't wait to Yes, we have to drag everything back to the situation a few decades ago.

Drag back to...

In those days when there were no midnight ghosts.

"..."

They want to live up to the Midnight Ghost.

Live up to everything he brought.

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but pursed his lips, and finally his eyebrows were touched. Lowering his head, the boy ignored the noise of the crows and the sound of gunfire in the distance. He just picked up a charcoal pencil on the ground and started casually The painting is a crooked picture.

He painted midnight ghosts.

The long black hair, ferocious claws, bloody cloaks, and under the sharp riding boots are filled with the heads of criminals and blasphemers. They are piled up to form a throne on a hill, and the Midnight Ghost is on such a throne. , who ruled the entire Nostramo.

"..."

The legend goes like this, and the boy can only come according to the legend: after all, the midnight ghost had left his country long before he was born, but at that time, his legacy was still taking care of the boy's generation. people.

In the first few years of the boy's life, the governors left by the midnight ghosts had not disappeared one after another, and all the hives and streets were still calm, dead and orderly: the boy was in this kind of situation. Spending your childhood in silence, although boring, can make people miss it.

But in recent years, as the midnight ghosts have left farther and farther away, everything has changed: there is only one governor left, violence and crime have begun to surface, and the peace of the past has long been torn to pieces. .

But only the boy still misses everything about his childhood, silently remembering the midnight ghost who brought all this, and the gifts left by the midnight ghost: Because of this, when the boy's gang preached that he would Joining the banner of the nobles, unable to tolerate this betrayal of the midnight ghost, the boy began his war this afternoon.

This is a natural war, and he fights for his true beliefs.

He's fighting for the Midnight Haunter.

The boy knew this.

The crows were still raging beside him, and the sound of gunfire in the distance was also rumbling, telling the story of the ongoing war: originally, these were just all the sounds in the middle of the night.

But just when the boy finished drawing his portrait and was about to close his eyes and continue to rest, he heard some new noises.

It was a woman's cry and plea for help, as well as the wanton laughter of crime in the night sky.

"..."

Originally, the boy didn't really want to pay attention to all this. He just wanted to continue his rest. He didn't care about these so-called calls for help or the development of crimes: but soon he discovered that the voice seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

"..."

When the sound gradually approached the corner of the building where he was, the boy finally opened his eyes and found that the ravens were looking at him expectantly.

"..."

The boy didn't say anything, turned over and went downstairs.

…

When the boy came back again, he dragged a man more than two meters tall: the man was already a lifeless corpse, and the boy had some scratches on his body, and his arms felt sore. In addition, Not even a single wound.

At the corner, the woman who had been bullied was still crying weakly. Without help from others, she might attract new bullies, or she might not survive the night at all: but the boy didn't care about that.

He was even a little confused: Why did that person only cry?

But right now, he has more important things to do.

"Save some for me."

The boy warned the crows and threw the body to them: Nostramo people are never afraid to feed on their own kind, and the boy at least has a better bottom line than his cousins. He only eats those that look good. It didn't look like human parts. As for the obvious features, he naturally left them to his group of flying friends.

The boy's Black Wing friends cheered and began to enjoy the fresh meal with joy, while the boy continued to lean against the wall, wanting to rest.

But in the next second, his brain seemed to detect something.

"!"

The boy jumped up, holding a rusty blade in his hand.

"who?!"

"!!!"

The boy's raven friends seemed to be frightened by his actions, and instinctively began to fly wildly. However, amidst the noise of flapping wings, the boy concentrated his attention and watched intently. into a dark spot on the terrace.

"..."

Wherever he looked. Apart from the panicked black wings, there seemed to be only the constant sound of the wind at night, and the continued sound of artillery fire in the distance.

Further away, the woman's sobbing continued, getting further away.

"..."

The boy narrowed his eyes.

Like a Nostramo lion preparing to prey, he bent his waist, held the blade tightly, and stepped closer to the place that made him suspicious: he did not intend to run away directly, because he was sure that if If the enemy he guessed really existed, he wouldn't be able to escape far at all.

not to mention……

He never lost to anyone.

"..."

The boy held his breath as much as possible. He did not want to expose his position more in the dark night. The extremely dim light at night in Nostramo undoubtedly provided him with cover, allowing him to calm down. Feel the enemy's breath: He felt the presence of at least one enemy, an opponent so powerful that sweat began to flow down his spine.

He smelled something in the air that reminded him of years ago when he was hiding in the wilderness outside the hive. On the night when he faced off against the most terrifying beast in the wasteland, the Nostramo Lion, even the ferocious aura of that kingly beast was far from what he smelled in the wind just now.

Who is it...

There was sweat on the boy's forehead, but his pupils were twinkling, and he couldn't help but lick his lips with his tongue. He couldn't hide the expectation in his heart: he didn't think that the opponents in the darkness would be the gang members who were chasing him. , those wastes are not that strong, and he doesn’t think they are the subordinates of the nobles in the nest city, because this is not the scope of activities of those scoundrels.

"..."

So, as the aura became clearer, a strange but crazy idea began to appear in the boy's mind. His heart, which had never burned before, felt extremely hot, like the legendary sun.

The strong wind extinguished it, but it only made him more eager to try.

And it was also in this strong wind that he seemed to smell something.

"!!!"

The boy's pupils dilated by instinct, and without the slightest hesitation, he quickly turned around, and the blade in his hand drew an arc in the dark night, and quickly stabbed in a certain direction on the left rear: he was very It was certain that there was someone standing there, someone who could be so close to him silently.

A man so dangerous that it could almost make him tremble.

"Ping——"

Everything was just as the boy thought.

Behind him, there was indeed a person standing there.

The boy's attack was blocked: the blade was shattered by the impact, and his entire arm was tightly grasped by a big hand wrapped in steel. The boy looked up along the traces of this big hand. When he went there, he discovered that his opponent was really ridiculously tall and incredibly strong.

In the brief light provided by the continuous artillery fire in the distance, the boy could barely see the appearance of his opponent: he was about two meters tall, a complete giant, and he was wrapped in a set of dark blue armor. , the armor is full of carvings of lightning and skulls.

The giant's head is the most impressive part: he uses a whole skull as his helmet, and the wings are decorated with scarlet red decorations like bat wings that stand upright.

One of the giant's hands was holding a weapon that the boy could not recognize, and the other hand was holding the boy's arm lightly. He hid his face behind the helmet, but the boy could Heard clearly.

He is laughing.

It was a mockery: but not a malicious one.

"A great boy."

In the laughter, the boy could hear extremely slight mumbling, which was a vocabulary that was different from Nostramo's words, but could be barely recognized. Then, he found that the giant lifted up He turned his head towards the boy's back and said something.

"Hey."

"This is a good seedling."

"..."

"indeed."

The boy blinked, and before he could react, he felt another big hand tap his shoulder: it was from another person behind him, another giant.

"I haven't seen such a good youngster in a long time, Barbatos."

The giant behind the boy was also responding to the words of his companions with vague and uncertain words. They seemed to be joking with each other, but the boy could not understand any more words. He just raised his head with a feeling that he had never heard before. Overwhelmed with confusion and excitement, he stared at the two giants wrapped in dark blue armor.

For the first time, his ears fell into such a quiet atmosphere: whether it was the rumbling artillery fire, the manic hurricane, or the cry of a woman far away in the horizon, they had all disappeared at this moment, and the boy just stared blankly. These two giants, he almost talked to himself, asked a question.

"you……"

The giants looked at him, and the boy couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Are you companions of Midnight Ghost?"

The boy looked at the giants expectantly, eager for a positive answer: he knew very well that this was probably just his delusion, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"..."

The giants were stunned by the boy's question, then raised their heads, looked at each other, and then laughed.

"So be it."

In the midst of laughter, the giant whom the boy had attacked nodded towards him: the nodding boy almost fell into a kind of ecstasy.

"Are the Midnight Ghosts coming back?"

"..."

Faced with the boy's desire, the giant just tilted his head.

"I can't answer this question."

Then, he leaned down and carefully looked at the boy's body from side to side, just like the hive nobles selecting their dead men. The giant's eyes were constantly inspecting the boy's arms and chest, not forgetting to look at him. Throw some new questions.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that I could be discovered by you. Although I was in such a close place, you are only a mortal and a young boy after all: this kind of observation ability is too scary. ”

"Stop bragging here, Barbatos."

Before the boy could answer the giant's question, the giant standing behind him began to taunt his companions loudly.

"Maybe it's just that your lurking skills are not as good as you boasted. Even a little guy like this can detect your whereabouts: am I right, little guy, you discovered his three-legged cat kung fu from the beginning? "

"..."

Following this question, the two giants focused their gazes on the boy, and the boy's eyes flickered back and forth between them, then he pursed his lips and stretched out his finger to tap his head.

"In the beginning……"

He said.

"I just felt that someone was spying on me with psychic powers."

"..."

The giants were silent.

"..."

"..."

At the next moment, Enrik Barbatos, a Terran veteran of the Eighth Legion and a famous master of stealth, turned to look at his comrade, Fel-Zarost, a well-known elite think tank in the Eighth Legion. : That is, the three-legged cat whose traces of psychic energy were discovered.

At this moment, the faces of ridicule and embarrassment still corresponded to each other, but they quietly changed their positions: Barbatos, who had just been ridiculed, began to sneer mercilessly, clenched his fists and hit his chest. The chest of fellow think tankers.

"Seriously, Zarost."

"You didn't pass the Psionics Scripture test by cheating, right?"

"..."

"Shut up!"

The two giants teased each other without seriousness. It wasn't until a few seconds later that the situation stopped. They focused their attention on the boy again. Obviously, this extremely talented young boy was already considered the eighth by them. The treasure of the Legion.

"Originally, we just stepped on it under the order of the Father of Genes."

Because the giant of Barbatos shook his head there and kept sighing.

"I didn't expect there was an unexpected surprise: we spent a whole day running around and observed you for half an afternoon. You are really a surprise."

"The father of genes..."

This unheard word immediately attracted the boy's attention, and the giant in front of him just patted him on the shoulder, as if he had become one of his own.

"A word you certainly don't know now, little one: but don't worry, you'll soon know what it means. It won't be long, and the world will be undergoing some great changes before long."

"..."

The boy licked his lips, his keen mind already aware of the meaning of these words.

"You...are you here for this world?"

"So be it."

The giant nodded.

"But you might as well think so."

"We're here for you, kid."

He seemed to smile.

"Now, do you mind telling me what your name is?"

"..."

The boy blinked. He had already raised his chest without fear and stood in front of the two giants: when he said his name, suddenly, the giants seemed to see a soul worthy of respect.

"My name is Yago."

"Iago-Savitarion."