Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Carmen. 】

【Carmen! 】

【my child! 】

【why are you not replying? Why not respond? 】

【Why do not you answer me! 】

【my child! say! tell me! What happened to you! Why can't I feel your consciousness! Why those strange fogs cloud your soul! 】

[Don’t believe them, don’t believe any voice in your head! 】

[I am sorry, my child, that I have concealed and deceived you: do not believe them! Don't believe those voices! No matter what they promise you, no matter what they urge you to do, ignore it! 】

[That terrifying eyeball, everything that comes out of it is false and malicious. Those stupid guys think they can get benefits from dealing with them, but you don’t want to know what they turned into in the end. . 】

[So, do not believe them, my child, my Carmen! 】

【answer me! Come back to me! I give you permission to abandon your mission, come back to me, and leave your army and those other idiots behind! I will bear all the consequences myself! 】

【Carmen! answer! Carmen! 】

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The anxious words tore through the limitations of time and space like sharp arrows, heading straight from the distant Randan Battle Moon to the burning bridge of Sabis 4. They were so dense and prioritized that even The overall coordination of Ran Dan's fleet made a lot of mistakes to make way for these words.

This large section of anxious requests and orders became fragmented and reversed in the rapid transmission, but still maintained the general meaning. It only took almost an instant for them to cross the ocean of soul and consciousness, and finally rushed towards [ The consciousness of Overlord Carmen is ready to break through the crimson mist surrounding the Randan warrior.

But the next second, with an almost emotionless sarcastic laugh, they disappeared in the last step of the difficult mission. Even Warmaster Ran Dan, who was proud of his psychic abilities, could no longer find them.

There was only laughter in the air, a cold sound that was neither arrogant, nor loud, nor pitiful.

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【It’s really interesting...】

[Even the filthiest creature is in some ways nobler than the greatest man. 】

[Although "noble" means nothing. 】

【……】

[From this point of view... the so-called emotions are common things among intelligent creatures. Whether it is a damn alien or a tolerable similar species, this will not change. 】

[Then those individuals who gave up on it...for what? And how? 】

Morgan smiled and caught the ray of communication.

This inherently vicious soul is muttering to herself, constantly improving and conceiving her understanding of the world. Every example in her field of vision will make her fall into extremely short-term thinking, and in countless such thinking, She made sure of one thing after another.

But none of this gets in the way of business.

She rubbed her fingers lightly, and the words that contained countless longings and infinite care, mixed with commands, hopes, and pleadings were completely turned into ashes.

Morgan didn't care what kind of feelings the so-called [Father] had towards his offspring [Carmen], nor did she care why it sent this communication with great sacrifice.

But since it passed through her range, there was no reason why she couldn't give the damn alien some trouble.

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

She felt a bit of [happiness], or was it a bit of [pleasure]?

She couldn't tell them apart, but that didn't matter.

She didn't hate this fleeting feeling.

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A sergeant of the Dark Angels stood in the central area of ​​the bridge. In front of him was the command center of the mortal defenders, as well as auxiliary institutions such as medical positions and communication rooms.

This vital transportation hub was originally guarded by 25,000 mortals and seven Dark Angels. Under Ran Dan's rounds of attrition and attacks, when the true pure-blooded main force of the aliens When everyone was finally put on the front line, only more than 10,000 mortals and five Dark Angels were left who could stand, hold on, and fight these blasphemous aliens to the end.

But even so, this is still a battle that cannot be covered by the naked eye. The fighting and fighting of tens of thousands of soldiers is far more terrifying, more vivid, and more cruel than the pale numbers and descriptions.

Red flames and dark purple light waves continued to appear everywhere on the battlefield. Every appearance of them meant the evaporation of hundreds of lives, or the collapse of a strong fortress.

In the defense line composed of hundreds of trenches and passages, a grand feast of light is unfolding. Countless soldiers and officers use their lives to maintain this bloody feast, just to let the sound of artillery fire and tearing disappear. possibly extending to the next second.

Ran Dan's army is advancing. They once numbered tens of thousands and were able to launch wave after wave of offensives with great arrogance. But now, there are only thousands or even hundreds of soldiers at each line of defense. Constantly biting at countless loopholes, looking for opportunities to break through.

The human corps was also attacking. Countless soldiers rushed out of the trenches almost frantically. The fear of the aliens' tall bodies and ugly faces had been completely covered by scarlet eyes. Almost suicidal counterattacks were carried out on countless fronts. They appeared spontaneously, and whenever Ran Dan's sharp edges were contaminated with human blood, they would have to pay something. In this way, various types of corpses piled up like mountains inadvertently, and a gurgling waterfall of blood flowed down.

Both sides are bleeding, both sides are losing, and both sides are continuing this bloody gamble with unreasonable courage and madness. The bet is one life after another screaming towards the enemy. They, them, all of them. His body was like a collapsed tower of coins, falling down and scattering without a trace.

Perhaps only the endless laughter of the gods above the clouds, in the strong wind, hardly noticed by anyone, can explain why such a kingdom of Shura came to the world.

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But even so, the sergeant of the Dark Angel still did not move his position. He stood in the center of the bridge, serving as the last line of defense and the only line of defense against the dangerous man next to him.

And after another round of violent artillery fire sounded in a place that was obviously closer, questions came to his ears again.

[Are you sure you still want to stay here? 】

[Your comrades are struggling to hold on. They are suffering under multiple disadvantages and are being mercilessly submerged in the tide of aliens. They cannot hold their front. This is not a question of ability, but a question of reality. 】

[So, are you sure you still want to be here? 】

The Dark Angel didn't seem to be listening at all, and Morgan didn't try to persuade her seriously at all. She even yawned lazily. When most of the Death Angel's energy was focused on the approaching war, she relaxed her mind instead. Her limbs, relying on those anti-psionic devices that made her [extremely painful], lazily sensed where the four flickering light spots behind her had gone.

There was no need for her to lie to him. When her senses were walking on the battlefield ahead, they would faithfully feed back all the situations.

She watched the battle as if she were watching a play without sound or script.

She saw everything that happened within these two Terran standard times. She saw the human front slowly collapsing. She saw more and more souls belonging to Randan warriors begin to flash on the battlefield. From dozens to hundreds, to thousands, until they completely surrounded a dark angel.

It was an extremely disparate battle without any fairness or hope. The battle lines of Ran Dan warriors disappeared one after another. Each time the soldiers crossed, several or even dozens of aliens were taken away. life.

But under the witness of Morgan, the surrounded Dark Angel was getting weaker and weaker. All his breakthroughs and tactics were wiped out by Ran Dan's endless numerical advantage, and this desperate advantage also Impeding the arrival of other reinforcements.

Although his swings are still sharp and his steps are still steady, it is impossible for every shot he takes without paying a certain price. After nearly an hour of confrontation and consumption, in front of the hill of Randan warriors, On top of the corpse, the silent warrior finally pulled the thing in his hand.

Then, an extremely violent light spot appeared in Morgan's field of vision. When it slowly disappeared, all traces of the duel also disappeared without a trace.

Morgan witnessed the huge wounds torn out of thin air on Ran Dan's entire front, and then she shifted her gaze to the other side, where there was also a duel.

Three Dark Angels, three times more powerful and powerful.

But their situation is even worse, it can even be said to be dangerous.

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Blood flowed from his forehead and into Lieutenant Andrews' eyes.

He wasn't sure what happened, and he could only search for the fragments from his broken memories.

That black cave appeared out of thin air, and Ran Dan's most elite [Overlords] filed out of it. From that moment on, the situation completely got out of control.

As the explosion sounded over the communicator, he knew he had lost another battle brother.

No, two.

Andrews raised his head and looked at the remaining palm of Randan [Overlord]. It was holding a blood-stained Astartes helmet, and the owner of the helmet had fallen at the feet of the alien. .

Behind [Overlord Carmen], there were ten corpses of [Overlord] lying in a mess. This was the price to pay for one Dark Angel to die and two Dark Angels to be seriously injured.

Andrews breathed nervously. This seemed to be the end of a tragic victory. They still had two warriors, and Ran Dan only had one [Overlord], but he knew very well that things were not that simple.

Ever since the [Overlord] chopped off the head of the auxiliary officer next to it without hesitation, he had realized all this.

"This is a duel, you idiot, it shouldn't be interrupted by anything..."

Carmen was mumbling to herself, breathing the blood-soaked air almost enjoying it. Then, it picked up its long knife and stretched out to its right arm.

A great battle, certainly worth remembering.

Another scar was cut off, and just like that, there were eight scars neatly scattered on its two arms.

Then, it lowered its head, but people could see the corners of its extremely grinning mouth.

Andrews heard a laugh, a most insane sound.

"Hehehe...hahahaha...hahahahahahahahahaha!"

When the alien raised its head again, the ugly head had been contaminated by blood at some point. Its sharp teeth and tongue collided with each other, murmuring.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god..."

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

It roared and charged forward.

The battle begins again.