Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Morgan's views on his heirs and legions have always been simple.

That's [her thing].

It's just temporarily stored here in the empire.

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"Hector, I've seen him before."

"At that time, he was still aboard the [Eternal Crusade] of the Imperial Fist. He was following Lord Kailon. He was still a taciturn recruit. However, although he was not very talkative, he did have some strength. At that time He was once a well-known figure in the Seventh Legion's arena, and many Imperial Fists admired his combination of brutal strength and calm mind."

"He even fought against Sigismund."

[That black knight? 】

"Yes, I was there."

"Hector lost decently. His strength and physical fitness are indeed impressive. Even a veteran would have a hard time confronting the heavy blows that contain the most brutal power. But his combat experience and famous name Compared with the Black Knight, it is still too weak."

"Of course, me too."

"I didn't even see clearly what happened. The Black Knight completed everything in an instant: he first fought against Hector a few times, and then used an unimaginable method to deflect the strongest blow. Before everyone could react, Hector's backhand disrupted Hector's center of gravity, allowing him to drag himself to the ground with his own strength."

"But it seems to us that Sigismund just casually waved his sword and that was the end of it."

Zahariel's voice was filled with emotion, envy and endless longing. It was the simplest admiration and hope of a new warrior for the long-famous battlefield crusher. He believed that no one would see the Black Knight's death. After the battle, he can still be as calm as before.

Regarding the prestigious Sigismund, Zahariel's attitude is actually not much different from that of ordinary Astartes newcomers: curiosity about fame, admiration for force, admiration for achievements, and the future Infinite ambition to go beyond.

Thinking of this, Zahariel suddenly felt ironic about his arrogant ambition: he was not even a real Dark Angel Captain. If it weren't for the [Lion], he would have no time to take into account the differences between the Terran faction and the Caliban faction. , he will not become the leader of these recruits and become a [Company Commander] with an embarrassing position.

How many years has it been since he officially became a Dark Angel? Maybe not even ten years.

[Hector...Second Legion...]

Then, he heard Morgan's low moan.

"Yes, those [tusks]."

Zahariel echoed the conversation.

"They were once a great legion alongside us, but now they have split. They no longer operate as a whole, but have become a loose federation of several fleets with their own will and ideals as the core."

"It is said that Terra once considered letting them regroup and rush to the battlefield with Ran Dan, but this attempt ultimately failed, so [Witchcraft Killer] and his Eleventh Legion took their place. Now They are fighting in the galactic north."

[The Eleventh Legion is the purest original body and his descendants? 】

"Do you mortals call him that too?"

The Dark Angel laughed.

"For those of you psykers connected to the power of the warp, he may indeed be an unknown entity. It is said that even the most experienced navigators will have difficulty surviving in his fleet, let alone piloting it."

Zahariel wanted to say something more, but obviously his identity and responsibilities did not allow him to be so slack. The Dark Angel's company commander soon hurried to the center of the fortress under construction. He did not ask Morgan to accompany him. And Morgan didn't ask.

She also didn't ask where the dark angels who disappeared in the camp went.

When Morgan stood alone in the gray wind and began to meditate alone, the Dark Angel and even Ahriman had been forgotten by her.

They are nothing compared to her [descendants].

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Very early on, Morgan realized that she had a group of offspring: specifically, when she studied the ship piloted by the Word Bearers, carried her own cultivation capsule, and successfully left the Eldar-filled area. When the corpse fell to the ground, she already had a strange feeling in the dark.

During that period of drifting in the void, apart from daily control of the spacecraft, all she could do was read the knowledge in the spacecraft, or lean against the porthole and look at the endless darkness, or close her eyes, Carefully explore the ocean of psychic energy.

She didn't even worry about her own safety, because she knew how terrifying the existences in her mind were, and they would not let her die before they got what they wanted from her.

Such thoughts were somewhat self-defeating, but she knew she had no choice.

It was also at this time that she became aware of the existence of her [Sir], which was a pure spiritual sense and trace. She seemed to hear and see some tiny lives in another part of the galaxy. As they moved, their joys, sorrows, and joys, as well as their life and death, were all clearly reflected in her mind.

She even only needs a thought to easily find out how many of her [descendants] there are now, and how many people they will become in the next moment.

Morgan even had a premonition, a very strong, very real premonition: given time, when she truly controls her own power, when she stands with her [heir], she can even use the will in her mind Determines the survival of all [descendants].

She wasn't sure if this was her own power, and she couldn't figure out whether her false [brothers] could do the same thing to their offspring.

No, they shouldn't be able to.

Morgan was so convinced because when she saw that power, she also saw the twisted, ominous light all around.

That's not her power.

But that doesn't mean it can't be used by her.

And what arrived with this force was the echo from the deepest part of Morgan's heart, which was the dirtiest, most direct, most overbearing, and craziest [possessiveness].

That is her [son].

That's her [thing].

They belonged to her, as a matter of course.

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She [loves] them.

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But what is [love]?

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She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

Because she didn't think it was important.

She [loves] her [children], and this is enough. They should belong to her. Maybe it doesn't seem like this now, but at that moment when everything comes to an end, at that time of choice, they should stand. behind her.

This is natural, no one can violate this, they are not qualified.

Such obsessions and ideas burst out when she was wandering in the void, but the situation at that time did not allow this idea to go further. She huddled in a corner of the cold galaxy, using her psychic senses Witnessing the power exerted by her descendants waning at the other end of the galaxy, some new beings joined her possessions, but some also gradually disappeared and never appeared again.

When she saw this scene, she felt like she was holding a lot of coins in her hands, and some of them fell from the gaps between her fingertips to the ground.

She had some regrets, that's all.

And when time gradually passed, she also temporarily lost the energy to watch them: her spaceship finally crashed in a feudal world that was neither advanced nor backward, using the supreme power of spiritual energy to control and modify those It took her some time to regain the consciousness of the prince, but she finally reconstructed a false history in everyone's brains: the silver meteor falling from the sky, the baby adopted by the king, the gifted princess...

After she completed all this and learned how to disguise herself as a mortal, the empire's fleet also came to this world. Under Morgan's control, they found no trace of the original body, but only carried a gifted alien. The gifted psyker left.

In the end, with the guidance of instinct, the blessing of talent and cold calculation, Morgan wrote her early [past] with her own hands. Just waiting for the time to come, those Imperial people who conduct in-depth searches again will naturally find that they once had a close relationship with an original Physical loss was a blessing in disguise.

And this [opportunity] is now in her hands.

Again, Morgan didn't want to lose her mortal identity, a useful layer that allowed her to move freely beyond the most searing gazes, but she also knew deep down that when she met her Maker , or when a mortal resume cannot bring more, she needs to abandon this identity.

But not now, now, she had to hide it.

Even if it involves her [children] and her [things].

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Of course, nothing is absolute.

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Morgan stretched out her fingers. In those latitudes invisible to the naked eye, two strange flames were burning on her fingertips.

Her fingers were slender, but very thin, and they were the most obvious bones and flesh. The strange psychic flames burned on her fingertips, which made them look too bloated.

Morgan stared at them. Inside were the memories of Salieri and Ajax. She breathed quietly, and everything disappeared.

At the very least, during these days, Salieri and Ajax would not feel the connection with the Primarch even if they stood in front of her. They were temporarily [shielded] by Morgan, and even after a while , they will automatically forget about it.

In their memory, Morgan also found an individual named Chiron, so the same operation was performed again.

Now is not a good time to acknowledge them.

But one person is different.

Morgan smiled as he remembered Hector's face.

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Hector is the first [Son] Morgan has ever seen.

Although she has been paying attention to them, like a leisurely rich man watching the fish in the pond, she has never met any of the characters of the Second Legion. She understands her children in a few words: the long qualifications , alternative bravery, and the fragmented present.

The meeting with Hector was unexpected. Morgan survived in the overlapping layers of the First Legion, suppressing her instincts and thoughts. She even forgot to observe her children and the Legion for a time, so when she saw the first legion standing in the distance, When she looked at Hector, although she recognized him in an instant, she still felt a little surprised.

But between the next leap of thought, this surprise was replaced by observation and speculation.

Hector's performance was considered fast even among all the Astartes Morgan had seen: at the first moment, he was obviously stunned on the spot, and Morgan could even see him blinking continuously. The eyes seem to be hoping to observe the fourth option from the multiple-choice question in front of them.

But when Zahariel also turned around, Hector had returned to his original state. He maintained an unhurried pace and came to the Dark Angel to explain the important tasks at hand.

Morgan narrowed her eyes and observed her son carefully. She clearly remembered his appearance: his figure was too tall and majestic by Astartes standards, his emerald green hair His pupils shone with calmness and the slightest hope for the future, and his face was as sharp as an axe. His overly hard features condensed into a serious face, wrapped in a short silver-white hair. With a little dignity.

For a moment, she really suspected that this was one of her descendants who didn't care about the Primarch.

If it weren't for the slight hesitation and trembling when he turned around, maybe she would really think so.

Morgan's fingers were raised again. This time, the psychic fire at her fingertips was particularly huge, and Hector's face was vaguely visible in it.

She thought for a while, and the same dead thoughts flashed across her dead pupils.

In the end, she withdrew her finger, not choosing to extinguish the child's memory.

She really needs a grip, a representative, a secret keeper who thinks she has a great mission. She cannot tolerate everything in the Legion continuing to be independent of her control for a while: maybe she has never thought this way before. Yes, but from the moment she saw her heir, this thought spread like wildfire.

After all, she [loves] them.

Then she should control everything about them.

And this child named Hector may be a good breakthrough.

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But first, this requires more observation.

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Zahariel took over the communication. On the other end of the communication was the company commander of Terra's veterans, who were observing it near the rather huge Mandeville Point.

"It's me, I'm Zahariel."

"The 244th Cruise Fleet returned from Mandeville Point? That's good, then..."

"What...what did you say?

"What do you mean there's something wrong with their scale?"

"What does it mean that their behavior violated the default rules? What rules?"

"What do you mean...they are firing?"

"Hello? Hello? Please answer!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

Zahariel wanted to say something more, but at this time, the only sound that penetrated his eardrums was the sound of war and gunpowder smoke.