Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The storm will sweep over the entire world, and all unfortunate people, in fifteen minutes.

Originating from Morgan's anger, the bitterness that arose after her absolute sanity was breached, the rarest but most dangerous element in the entire galaxy will urge the fingertips of this psychic queen to release a wave of destruction. Until all existence on the surface was submerged in the vortex.

Those Primarch bodyguards who stayed outside the conference room, the bravest of the three Astartes Legions, will undoubtedly be the first to be affected: these elite veterans may already be on the battlefield in the galaxy, Zongheng has been invincible for more than a century, but now, their lives will not last longer than rotten steel.

The most acute warriors will sense the crisis and feel despair and powerlessness at the moment before death, because even if every inch of their nerves is screaming, there is still no time to move even a finger: the time left for them is really It was too short. From the moment the edge of the crisis was detected to the moment their indestructible power armor and skin were turned into powder, all it took was just a leap in their thinking.

Death and despair came at the same time. More than 30 of the most elite warriors were like small pits in front of the flood. They disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the strongest parts of the master-level weapons rolled to the ground. The ping-pong sounds tell their ending.

This was a merciful execution, because just before their bodies were shattered, their souls had been deprived and swallowed up by ruthless hands, without even the faintest emotion being left out. Their death There is no pain. In the last moment of their lives, these butchers who have fought for the rest of their lives are nothing but walking corpses.

The cloisters, statues, paintings on the walls and hanging banners of glory, everything in this great castle accompanied these warriors and was mercilessly destroyed. Thirteen seconds after the storm began to rage, it would Breaking through this vast fortress of wonders, sweeping through the dazed warriors gathered on the black sand outside the tower at a faster speed.

Destructive lava beams, indescribable time turbulence, thousands of neurological viruses and soul shock waves will be like nuclear warheads ignited in mid-air, wielding the sickle of death: one sixth of the warriors will be killed in a matter of seconds. If they die unprepared, they will disappear into thin air, disappear without a trace, and then die, leaving only clean land.

There are still one sixth of the warriors who will instinctively sense the approaching danger, but just like those elite Primarch Guards in the tower, their death time is exactly at this moment, and the luckiest ones can still shout half a dozen words. sentence of wailing.

Only those people who are farthest away, separated from the tower by the entire square, and can only vaguely see shadows, will realize what is happening: they will first see a faint light coming from the tower. appeared in the direction, and then, there was a chuckle that echoed in the sea of ​​souls, and pain like a bone-scraping steel knife began to attack their brains. They would instinctively foresee the coming of destruction, just like a group of wild beasts in front of a natural disaster. Then, relying on the Astartes' superhuman reaction speed, they dispersed in order to survive.

Before they fled in all directions, Morgan's storm only had time to kill at most one-sixth of the third batch of people, which meant that about half of the soldiers would escape the first round of massacre. Indescribable fear was felt at this time. Filling their hearts, they dare not imagine who their opponent is, and they don't know how to resist. They could only flee in all directions, looking for safe corners to hide in small groups or individually, to escape this unexpected and unexpected disaster.

They will swarm on transport planes, snatch armored vehicles that were originally used as decorations in military parades, and look for every opportunity to escape to low-Earth orbit, or simply get into natural caves and hide deep in the earth's surface. Inside the darkness: Considering that the world itself is not big, it only takes tens of minutes at most for tens of thousands of Astartes to be spread over half of the world.

Eliminating these stragglers is not an easy task. Even a top psyker like the Spider Queen will take several hours to find and strangle the last Astartes who is filled with anger and fear. Warrior: If they can organize a large-scale resistance, then this time will be shortened by another hour or two.

Of course, during this period, the two [culprits] have already been dealt with. It may be difficult for Morgan to kill her blood brothers, but it is extremely easy to deal with these two guys. : Whether it is Dorne or Perturabo, they have not yet discovered their own psychic talents, and they have no effective means against powerful psychics.

Like most of the idiots in the Empire, they naively thought that only Magnus and Morgan could be regarded as psionic primarchs: in fact, except for the existence whose name had been erased, every Prince of the Emperor Sidu possesses outstanding psychic talents, but they do not realize it or are unwilling to admit it.

But none of this prevents Morgan from thinking of many measures to deal with her two brothers before taking action. The methods can be various: she can reach out her hand and control them with a strong posture, Let them watch the destruction of their heirs; or link their existence to the drones that Morgan marks every day and perform a simple swapping ceremony. These two guys slowly move through the galaxy. Drift until death from suffocation or high-intensity cosmic radiation.

Of course, it can also be more classical: open a rift to unknown time and space and let them get involved. As for what awaits them on the other side is the monstrous war ten thousand years later, or the dynasty of the dead that still has flesh and blood. , then it is unknown.

...She can do this.

You only need to pay a small price: squeeze every ounce of your potential, make dangerous promises to the subspace, and endure the torture in your mind and heart in the days that follow, in exchange for monstrous power. The true power that comes from the top psykers can wipe out the essence of two legions in an instant, or enslave his two brothers with the flip of a finger.

She can do it if she wants to.

That's right, as long as she wants to...

As long as she makes up her mind...

【……hiss……】

Morgan took a deep breath.

Then, he slowly spit it out.

It sounded like a sigh.

——————

But she couldn't do that.

She wouldn't do it either.

after all……

Although it was indeed satisfying to beat up all the bastards in front of him to vent their anger, the thought of the subsequent consequences and the resulting problems would indeed make the Lord of Avalon calm down in the next moment.

Knocked down two primarchs? Destroy their legions? Or should we fight with them and let the three legions conquer each other? It does sound like a very good song, but apart from venting her little resentment, does this kind of thing have any benefits for her?

Forge a deep blood feud? Invoke the Emperor's wrath? Faced with Jonson or Leman Russ who were full of shock and disappointment? Let’s not talk about these first, let’s talk about the current situation: at the juncture of a battle with the Hrud people, the three highest commanders of the empire fought together first? By the way, let the three main armies start fighting among themselves?

What a joke!

Don't say she is Morgan, even if she is Horus with hair and secondary sexual characteristics, she has no right to do this: the only power she has is to reserve her anger and ignore these two assholes who are causing trouble for her , hoping to come back with revenge in the future.

…

Life is fucked up.

——————

After reluctantly spitting out the fragrance, Morgan finally opened his eyes.

The time of fantasy was over, and it was time to return to the reality that grieved the Primarch.

Although with her in-depth understanding of the power of psychic energy and her powerful multi-threaded computing power, the Spider Queen can easily figure out how to massacre everything in the world in batches to restore her mood, but when When she opened her eyes, she still could only swallow her anger and face a pile of mess.

There was no way, even though she really had enough strength and insufficient reasons to smash everything in front of her, even though there were countless voices in her mind screaming, let these two bastard blood relatives understand what it means to be with each other. Conrad loves and cares for the same style, but the clamor is a clamor, and the idea is an idea.

The real reality is...

Morgan lowered his eyebrows and slowly glanced at the two motionless Primarchs standing in front of her, facing each other.

There was nothing she could do against these two bastards.

Morgan sighed again, her eyes clearly seeing her fingertips, where a light symbolizing psychic energy was shining. This light drew an invisible thread, firmly trapping the two primarchs who were at war with each other. .

That's right, Dorn and Perturabo's motionlessness was neither out of composure nor because of the intimidation of Morgan's words: it was just that the Lord of Avalon forcibly controlled the two of them in place the moment she spoke. The two original bodies were frozen in the realm of subspace.

It's a little difficult: just difficult.

In this way, the two masters of the Legiones Astartes became two living statues. They could still breathe and move their eyes. They could still look with mild consternation at their harmless Avalonian kin: but beyond that they could do nothing, they could not roar or move a finger in their armor.

They could only stand there, first looking at Morgan, then looking at each other, falling into a long silence: Perturabo seemed to be humiliated by this situation again, while Dorn opposite him briefly After the shock, he quickly calmed down and just waited patiently for Morgan's next move.

The subtlety of this was naturally seen by the Lord of Avalon, which made her shake her head inwardly. This was one of the reasons why Morgan did not choose to vent his anger: If it was Dorne, it would be okay, as long as Morgan did If it's not too much, and it's made clear afterward, then this calm Invite man will most likely not pursue the matter.

But the problem lies with Perturabo: if he feels offended, or is truly hurt, then even if Morgan works hard for a hundred years after this, it is absolutely impossible to maintain the relationship between her and Perturabo, then A fragile and valuable friendship.

The Lord of Steel's talents and abilities are what Morgan is in urgent need of now: at the very least, the Star Maids' subsequent series of hardware and software upgrades will require a wrongdoer...she means a programmer.

Therefore, now is not the best time to send Perturabo, a high-value talent, to the galaxy: this is the only reason why the Lord of Avalon can continue to tolerate her blood relative, and she also dreams that one day, she can use other The method is to trample on Perturabo's self-esteem and so-called dignity long ago.

But not today.

The original body took a deep breath, and she snapped her fingers with her other hand, transforming into a gorgeously patterned goblet and knocking it on the table. The crisp sound once again attracted the attention of the two original bodies: Only this time, all they could move were their eyes.

At this time, the Spider Queen has already prepared her new appearance: the hair that is scattered and messy due to the full release of psychic energy is the first essential element; the originally pale complexion must also be more permeable, like a dead person As sad as a shroud; the smile under the corner of the mouth should be helpless and bitter enough, and it would be better if there was a trace of uncontrollable blood; as for the blue pupils, it should be overflowing without being abrupt, but yet The sadness and excitement that can be clearly seen by the two bastards in front of them are the only choices when they can't bear to see blood relatives fighting anymore.

It only took Morgan a moment to prepare all this, so fast that Dorn and Perturabo didn't notice any clues: the Lord of Avalon had made up his mind, since she couldn't physically hurt these two. Bastards, then hurt them mentally first, and use their strong shame as a small compensation for the Spider Queen.

Thinking of this, a sad, tired and helpless weak primarch, mentally and physically haggard because of the misdeeds of his two blood relatives, has already stood in the intersection of Dorn and Perturabo's vision: the good reputation of the past and the flawless life. The psychic appearance was perfectly integrated at this moment, producing an unexpected effect.

No matter what mood Dorn and Perturabo looked at Morgan with: some dissatisfaction, or rising anger, they all invariably expressed their feelings when they saw the bitter and tired face of the Lord of Avalon. Dissolved.

The next moment, the eyes of the two original bodies became a little dodge: Dorn's expression became a little solemn, as if he was reflecting on the mistake he had just made, and as for Perturabo, who was more sentimental, , then looked away slightly ashamed.

Whether it was the previous confrontation or the anger forcibly controlled by Morgan, everything no longer mattered. When the Lord of Avalon sighed heavily, he gradually unlocked his spiritual power and used the last bit of When she pressed the two blood relatives on their seats, she encountered no resistance. Dorn and Perturabo both sat there, quietly waiting for Morgan's next words.

Only when turning his pupils, the Lord of Steel glanced at his Invite brothers with some resentment, as if he was blaming Dorn for his recklessness and willfulness that made Morgan mentally and physically exhausted: Of course, Dorn ignored him.

The Spider Queen watched all this, and until Perturabo's attention also shifted, she raised her hands, tidied up her hair, and just put it lazily on the back of her shoulders. Then, First he looked at Perturabo, and then at Dorne. The smile on his face seemed to be some kind of helplessness, but also like some kind of compromise after failure.

[So, now, can you listen to what I have to say? 】

"..."

She was answered by two waves of silence.

Morgan sighed again.

[Listen, you two, I don’t want to repeat the topic of brothers or blood relatives anymore. Our performance just now made these two words seem like a joke. I don’t expect that I can reconcile the conflict between you. , after all, I have always been a clumsy person, I have not been very good at talking since the day I was born, and I have never known how to persuade others. I am just an introverted and socially anxious poor guy. 】

[So, let’s stop talking about brother-related topics, and let’s get back to the essence of this meeting: I hope you two still remember that this is actually a military meeting, and this is a meeting we want to A meeting to discuss how to fight and win this battle, not an arena to blame each other. 】

The Lord of Avalon spread out her fingers and spoke these words sincerely: In fact, she did not see any sign of approval from her two blood relatives, but they did not express any clear objection, so , Morgan turned her attention to Dorn, and the next few words she said were directed to Dorn.

[So, stop holding on to those wars and casualties in the past, Dorne. Even if you explain them clearly, it will be of no use to our current situation: the opponent we have to face is completely unknown and stubborn. Right and wrong in the past are of no use to future wars. 】

[You are tough, brother, no one will deny this, but don’t use your toughness in the wrong place. Perturabo and I are both your blood brothers, and we are trustworthy for you in this expedition. Comrade: We are not enemies that need to be dealt with seriously, those Hruds among the stars are. 】

"..."

Dawn nodded.

"So, next, I hope to learn more about this alien."

"Is this the focus of the meeting?"

[...I have a better way. 】

Morgan smiled. What she was waiting for was this sentence from Dorn: From the bottom of his heart, the Lord of Avalon had already decided that this meeting could not continue, even though her psychic powers and exaggerated performances were more powerful than those of these two genes. The original body fell into silence for the time being, but if they were allowed to continue the discussion, it would only be a solid relapse.

She must have a good reason for Dorn to agree to end this meeting, and it is best to leave this world immediately, far away from her and Perturabo: and this reason, Morgan had already thought about it before taking action.

The Lord of Avalon took out the plan that she had hidden before using her psychic powers, and then threw it to Dorn. When the Lord of Invite looked at the plan carefully, Morgan explained: Naturally, it was given to Pei next to her. Turabo listened.

[Donne, you know. 】

[My Dawnbreaker Legion did not invest much force in this expedition, and Perturabo's Iron Warriors did pay too much for the previous war: in a short period of time, we did not have the ability to launch a continued attack. Moreover, as an alien like Hrud is a completely unknown opponent to the empire, the information we have collected is extremely sparse, and I am afraid it cannot meet the detailed standards you have in mind. 】

【so……】

The primarch smiled.

[While Perturabo's legion needs to be repaired, why don't your Imperial Fists take over the front line and launch a tentative attack on the Hrud: It doesn't need to be too violent, just Just explore the combat characteristics of these aliens as much as possible, it will be beneficial to you and us. 】

[Of course, we will give you all the help, brother. 】

"..."

Dorn hesitated for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about this proposal very seriously. Perturabo, who was across the table, when he heard that his legion's battle line was about to be taken over, he instinctively felt a little angry at first, but he thought for a moment. After that, he became quiet again: there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes when he looked at Dorn.

The Invite didn't care about this. He just thought quietly for a few seconds and nodded without hesitation: Just like Morgan said before, this is indeed a plan that can satisfy everyone. The empire's expeditionary force Now more Hrud intelligence is needed, and Dorn's most trusted intelligence collector is naturally himself and his legion.

"I understand. Morgan."

Dawn stood up.

"Well, now that our next military operations have been determined, I will return to my battleship now: I will end this tentative attack within a month and obtain enough intelligence on the Hrud people. When After I come back with this information, let’s continue with the next course of action.”

"As for you, brother."

Dorn turned his gaze to Perturabo opposite, and then he took out a document as thick as three fingers from his pile of documents. It looked completely handwritten and distributed With a rich oily aroma.

"Until now, I don't think your behavior in the previous war was correct, but as Morgan said, I won't argue with you at this moment: I put all the issues and proposals in my personal opinion. Write it in, I hope this dossier will be helpful to you.”

After saying that, regardless of Perturabo's face falling into gloom again, the Invite pushed this precious proposal in front of the Lord of Steel, and said goodbye to his blood relatives without the slightest nostalgia.

【I send you. 】

Morgan smiled and dragged her steps tiredly. She walked over from Perturabo's side and put her goblet in the Lord of Steel's hand: the Olympian didn't pay attention to this. Everything, his eyes followed Morgan, looking at the too pale face with some worry, but he only got Morgan's comforting smile and a low voice in his ear.

[Don't worry, brother. 】

【I can still hold on. 】

[Don’t be angry with Dorn...]

【...cough cough...】

Halfway through, Morgan coughed uncontrollably. She pursed her lips and tried her best to suppress the blood, but still did not forget to show a comforting smile to Perturabo.

The Lord of Steel looked at that face, looking at that weak face. The corners of his mouth were twitching continuously, and his thick brows and wrinkled skin squeezed out an uneasy expression. He seemed to be enduring something, and then It was as if he was trying his best to suppress the raging emotions in his heart.

When Morgan's figure brushed past him, Perturabo stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something. He longed for an apology, an apology to Morgan, but until that annoying Dorne left, until his A Valon's blood relatives disappeared out of the door together, and the Lord of Steel was unable to utter even a single syllable.

He gritted his teeth, remained silent, and trembled like boiling steel until the door was closed, and until the boundless silence fell in this gorgeous conference room again, Perturabo slowly stood up: In addition to his knuckles that were still shaking, the Lord of Steel got nothing in the end.

A few seconds later, perhaps impulsive anger surged into his heart again, and Perturabo let out a roar full of rage. It was the anger suppressed by Dorne and all kinds of incomprehensible shame: He He grabbed the nearest thing at hand and wanted to smash it to the ground, but soon, his movements couldn't help but stopped, because what he grabbed was the wine glass Morgan placed here.

Perturabo froze, and he stood there as if his consciousness had been taken away. He was quiet for maybe two or three seconds: then, the fingers that were holding the wine glass slowly slipped away, and the Lord of Steel finally remained silent. , and put the wine glass that belonged to his blood relative back to its original place.

He sat down and slumped back onto the chair like a collapsed tower.

After a long time.

A steely sigh echoed in the room.

"..."

"..."

"……Feel sorry……"

In the deserted corner, the Lord of Steel's voice sounded trembling.