Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The Emperor summons you, come in."

"Few people can enter this laboratory, and few will even know of its existence, even those Primarchs: so don't let down the Emperor's respect for you."

"Trust me: you don't want to know the consequences of living up to that esteem, mortal."

…

The imperial guard who led the way for the mortals was not a very amiable figure. He maintained an almost arrogant silence throughout the whole process, and seemed to disdain any communication with the mortals in front of him. Until they finally arrived at their destination, compared to advice, It was more like words of admonition were spat out from the mouth of the golden guard.

It should be said that in the icy corridors of the [Emperor's Dream], the threats spit out from the mouths of the Imperial Guards were accompanied by the sharp cold air, which was quite a deterrent, even more terrifying than the powered halberd.

But all of this: whether it was this arrogant Imperial Guard or his threatening words, to Arkan Rand, who was specially summoned from Mars, they were just a few words of indifferent harassment, and they were completely irrelevant. Worth taking to heart.

This gifted Omnissian believer didn't even look at the imperial guards. He walked through the dangerous array of defenders as if no one else was around, and walked into the short section of darkness at the end of the porch: this was the way to that place. The last stretch of the road to build a great laboratory is also Rand's last chance to adjust his mentality.

He was so excited that he couldn't even think of what to say next, but he didn't blame him: no follower of Omnissiah would be better placed in Rand's position. Rand is better

As of the last sunset, Rand had been serving Mars and the Empire of Man diligently for decades: even among all the Omnissian believers in the galaxy, he was among the most talented and meritorious. people.

Even Rand's most hostile competitors would call him an "unparalleled genius" with admiration: Rand had completely mastered fifty languages ​​at the age of five, and in the following years, He devoted all his energy fanatically to excavating the heritage of those dark ages, and became the first and most important technical archaeological expert in the human empire.

He has gone deep into the catechism palace in the mantle of the earth, and he has also drawn detailed maps of the countless data tombs under Mars. The danger involved was enough to kill several legions, but he was always able to escape unscathed: not to mention with his The Land Raider series is named after it, which is the most dazzling pearl in the entire archaeological world. Although Rand himself does not like this name, he prefers to call this vehicle the Predator-class main battle tank.

There are two reasons for this: first, he was the discoverer of the Land Raider, not the inventor, and naming it after him is too offensive; second, although the Land Raider has become One of the most important heavy weapons in the Great Crusade, but Rand himself, who discovered this weapon, was an out-and-out pacifist.

At the very least, he considered himself a true pacifist.

Compared to the notorious Land Raider series, he prefers the Land Crawler series, which is relatively unknown but has set off agricultural revolutions in countless imperial worlds: this great agricultural harvester. Archaeological excavation was his proudest achievement, as he always claimed.

Although his superiors, colleagues, and competitors did not think so, Rand did not care what they thought. His arrogance naturally attracted countless critics, and he used more outstanding achievements to Fight back and remain unique.

He maintained a pragmatic mentality, and even if it was an order from his superiors, he would execute it after making his own judgment: Rand once proudly believed that he would maintain this rare independent thinking until he could move forward. The end of the road to truth.

However, just a few months ago, the simplest order from the Emperor's Dream ripped Arkan Rand's pride to pieces: The Ohm who walks in the world Nisaiah, the true form of the God of Machines, actually personally sent an order to Mars. He hand-picked the name [Arkan-Rand] in the letter and asked him to immediately leave for the fleet where the Lord of Mankind is located. .

All Machine God needs his power.

These short words were just a ripple at the bottom of the paper, but they were enough to dim all the glory of Rand's past. He immediately set off from Mars, covered with the jealous and crazy eyes of countless colleagues and superiors, all the way Walking to Wan Jishen's laboratory: this will be the most glorious page in his life.

He firmly believed it.

In this way, Rand stood at the door of the laboratory. He did not knock on the door because he believed that the Omnissiah had sensed his arrival and that He would call him at the right time: Such thoughts would appear in a few seconds. , was realized. The voice of the God of All Machines penetrated the space and echoed in Rand's mind. The voice was as pure as a machine, completely in line with all Rand's ideas for Omnisiah.

As a result, the great Martian genius breathed with difficulty. He checked the furnishings all over his body for the last time before stepping through the huge door that opened automatically: the smell of nutrient-rich gel and ancient metal hit his face, harmoniously The chiming sound of gears followed closely behind, like a wonderful world opening its arms in front of him.

Rand tried his best to suppress the urge to cry. His irritating brain could not think of any perfect greetings. He could only rely on instinct to let his legs move forward at a steady speed: the operation in the center of the laboratory The stage was so conspicuous, and the incarnation of the God of All Machines was standing there. His voice echoed clearly in Rand's mind, but the auditory sensor did not respond at all. This was undoubtedly a manifestation of the admirable divinity.

Rand was intoxicated for a few seconds, but when he walked to the edge of the shadowless lamp, his strong willpower forced his brain to return to reason: the God of All Machines summoned him for his wisdom and advice, Rather than the fanatical one in his heart.

Then, rationality returned, and then, the true appearance of reality, and those noisy voices that made people frown, all poured into Rand's mind at this moment.

He finally noticed that there was not only the Myriad Machine God in this room, but there seemed to be another person communicating with the Myriad Machine God. The communication between them was not harmonious. It was more like a kind of chaos in any casting world. Very common...academic debate?

"..."

How dare anyone have an academic argument with the Omnisiah? !

Is he finally hallucinating happiness? !

Thunder exploded in Rand's heart, but before he could see clearly. I saw that the God of All Machines had turned around and couldn't wait to get rid of the useless quarrel. He looked at Rand and called out his name accurately.

+You are here, Akan. +

Wan Jishen continued.

+ It’s really hard on you for the long journey: it’s really a great help to me that you can travel thousands of miles to join my cause: please accept my gratitude. +

"……grown ups……"

At this moment, Rand even forgot to breathe and the honorific title in his mouth. He instinctively bent down and wanted to pay homage to the Omnisiah with the highest etiquette: but before he could take any action, the Emperor The emperor had already taken a step forward with foresight, letting his holy light fill Rand's eyes.

+ Don’t kneel: I want a helper here, not a believer. +

After saying this, the Lord of Mankind was silent for about a minute, until the Martian genius in front of him completely recovered his will. Then, the Emperor missed his body and pointed to the other end of the operating table. , with his hands folded across his chest, scanning a certain Primarch here without any trouble.

+ This is my daughter and my number one assistant in this experiment. She has given me a lot of help on many issues, and this time is no exception. +

+You should know her...+

The Emperor said something more, but it no longer mattered: when Rand's eyes looked at those blue pupils for the first time, he had already recognized the man who dared to argue with Omnissiah. The madman, who is he?

Morgan.

The monarch of Avalon, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion, the author of the great [Psychic Scriptures] series, the only female among the seventeen children of Omnisiah, and the Primarch who is rumored to have the most compassionate and weak heart. , a great figure sung by both mortals and psychics, is also the anchor of the human empire in the east of the galaxy and the goddess of the lamp.

at the same time……

She is also the most hated person in all of Mars, especially the Forge General.

Maybe, not one.

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[So, do we want to continue the argument we just had, father? 】

The Spider Queen's vision swept across Arkan Rand's face without sadness. Of course she had heard of this famous Martian genius, and she also knew the reason why he was specially summoned here by his genetic father: the only What was beyond Morgan's imagination was that this legendary maverick and unruly genius seemed to behave no differently from those mediocre mortals when facing the Lord of Humanity.

Morgan raised her eyebrows. She was a little curious about how the emperor shaped her image in front of the mortals: in Morgan's Far Eastern frontier, the mortal assistants under her command or the people under her rule would also be affected by the He was extremely excited to be summoned by the original body, but he would not show such a believer's attitude.

Mortals living on the far eastern frontier prefer to regard Morgan as their great leader and peacemaker, the source and guarantee of their stable life, rather than some illusory god: the Lord of Avalon tentatively expressed his opinion on this identity. satisfy.

+ Of course: although the debate itself is of little value. +

In front of her sight, the Lord of Mankind said a few words to Rand before turning to look at his daughter: the Emperor and the original body each occupied one side of the operating table, Angron's sleeping The body stood between them, like a rough piece of meat ready to be slaughtered.

+You still insist on Q’s point of view. +

The voice of the Lord of Humanity didn't sound like a question, but more like a helpless sigh for his daughter's stubbornness.

【certainly. 】

Morgan raised her tone slightly and tapped her finger on the display screen next to her. It was covered with dense analysis diagrams, all of which were various transformation plans surrounding the Butcher's Nail: She and her genetic father had already focused on I argued about these things for almost half an hour.

In the end, there was only one core debate topic left.

[I still insist on my point of view that Angron's sustainability is more important than his ability: yes, performing some additional operations on the Butcher's Nail body may cause Angron's thinking ability to be bruised , preventing him from opening up territory for the empire as efficiently as other primarchs, but it can also significantly slow down the continued destruction of Angron's mind by the Butcher's Nail. If done well, it may not be possible until five hundred years. Afterwards, Angron was still able to walk around the Milky Way in a normal posture. 】

+ But that’s just pure waste. +

The Emperor frowned. He did not agree with Morgan's opinion: Adding to the existing action plan, and then modifying the body of the Butcher's Nail would undoubtedly greatly increase the possibility of the plan's failure.

+ In the final analysis, your suggestion is just a gamble. Morgan, have you forgotten what I told you before coming here: Not to mention that as the Primarch, No. 12’s main mission is to focus on the next day. From one hundred to one hundred and fifty years, surviving in a more distant time does not mean much to him. What he should do most is to eliminate as many enemies as possible for the empire and mankind in the limited time. . +

【……】

The coldness in the Lord of Mankind's words made Morgan's breath stagnant. It was at this moment that the illusions given to the Spider Queen by those more relaxed interactions were torn to pieces by the Emperor's own hands: The Avalon of Avalon. Once again, the Lord was told in the most brutal way what kind of person her genetic father was.

And the emperor's words continued.

+ Your proposal will cause the Butcher's Nail to interfere with other brain tissues and organs, making it impossible for Number Twelve to command the War Dog Legion intact like his other brothers. The progress of the Twelfth Legion will be greatly delayed: this is not Something as simple as talking about it here will involve hundreds of worlds and countless people above them who are waiting eagerly. +

[Can these mortals be worth more than Angron? 】

Morgan's breathing was a little heavy, which made her say these words that even she thought were a bit rash: Although the Spider Queen also believed from the bottom of her heart that the life of the original gene was higher than that of countless mortals, she never Will express this point of view straightforwardly.

Although the Emperor was not surprised by Morgan's words, it was this calmness that frightened Morgan: after all, Angron was also a Primarch and her kind, and the Emperor's cold attitude towards him , enough to make Morgan feel miserable.

In front of her, Morgan's genetic father was saying those words slowly, coldly, and unquestionably: This sentence was the final verdict of this dispute.

+In the face of absolute quantity, individual value is meaningless. +

+ Even for you, the same is true. +

+ Don’t forget, your nobility is not because you are the Primarch, but because you are the empire’s sharpest weapon, the greatest general, and a strategic existence at the same level as the legion: If you cannot do this, you You are not qualified to discuss privileges. +

【But……】

+Enough! +

The emperor's voice was quite heavy. He waved his hand, interrupting the Primarch who was still about to say something. Then he pointed at Rand, who was standing aside and was ready, and issued a new order to his daughter. Order.

+ I asked the best genius from Mars to travel thousands of miles to arrive here, not to let him listen to your nonsense here: instead of fighting for the future rights and interests of No. 12 here, it is better to start the next step of the operation immediately, first Only when things are done well, Morgan, and the basics have been laid can you be qualified to discuss more. +

After saying that, the Lord of Humanity stopped paying attention to his angry daughter. His eyes returned to Rand, and he took out a medicine from the cabinet next to the operating table that made Rand's eyes light up. Existence: This is an ancient instrument that can drive any Omnissian believer crazy. It can only come from the greatest technological civilization.

The emperor's voice sounded.

+ This thing is called a lock beetle, Rand. It is one of the three commodities that my troubled daughter exchanged with one of her partners: it is also an important prop that we will use next. . +

"Intoxicating art, my lord...what do you need from me?"

Rand was silent for only a second before he realized the intention of the God of Machines to summon him.

+It's very simple. +

The Emperor nodded: Obviously, he appreciated Rand's current attitude more than Morgan's stubbornness.

+ I know that you are the most in-depth study of the Heart Borer, or the Butcher's Nail, on Mars: I need you to fully utilize this advantage of yours and make a limited combination of the Butcher's Nail and the Heart-locking Beetle. +

+ And this combined product. +

+ is what I, and the No. 12 in front of me, need most right now. +

"..."

Rand hesitated.

"That would be a terrible torture, my lord: one of the most horrific in the galaxy."

+ Don’t worry. +

The Emperor turned his head, not paying any attention to the question.

+What I prepared for this thing is a bunch of just the right scum. +